#i know im not a home dinner friend... it just hurts to see again and again

[just-spacetrash]

🫥

[evansonlylove]

he hurt me but it felt like true love

-Kai anderson x fem reader

CW: abusive relationship, sex w/o protection, slapping, spitting, manhandling, angry kai, knife play, threatening. slut shamming. mentions of death.

summary: while kai was out running meetings for his cult, teaching and mentoring his followers he hears men of the group talking about you. About your beauty, how bad they wanted you and how much of a slut they thought you were. Rather than kai getting angry at them, he directs that anger towards you.

You loved kai more than anything. Your friends and family said it was manipulation, abuse and such, but to you he was God. Understanding that him being busy all the time helping his people wasn’t something hard for you to understand, you actually looked up to him for it.

He had promised you he’d be home intime for dinner. Dressing up nice with a pretty dress you knew he liked, putting your hair down and making his favorite food was your way to repay him for everything. Yet where was he? You couldn’t text or call him in fear of him getting upset, all you could do was wait. But even the most faithful followers get tired.

Keeping on the dress in hope that he may come back soon and wake you up to have dinner you laid in bed, thinking about him was all you could ever do. Were you dumb in love with a psychotic cult leader? Yes, you couldn’t complain since you knew what you signed up for with him but a fire lit inside you this night. Anger, you wanted to be #1 in his mind but you never were, and you were done taking it.

Somewhere in the time you fell asleep and wake up to something sharp on your neck and a familiar scent. opening your eyes and seeing kai standing at the edge of the bed right infront of you, his long blue hair falling infront of his face along with rage.

“kai? whats h-“ His hand reaches to your cheeks with a squeeze and leaning your head up to look at him while a knife pressing at your neck.

“Tell me, do you think i’m stupid y/n?” He squatted down face to face with you as he asked, never taking his eyes off of you. “Do you think you get to be some slut while with me?”

You look at him with confusion “what are you talking about kai?” you muttered out, still not being able to comprehend the situation as he woke you. You try to sit up but quickly get pushed back down and the knife being held harder against you skin

“Stay the fuck down and speak up. tell me. do you think i don’t know what you do?” And just like that, the rage from earlier comes rushing back to you in waves.

“kai i have no fucking idea what you’re talking about. you leave me hanging with dinner and come home accusing me of thing? are you serious? put the goddamn knife down.” He had never seen you like this, speaking up and being upset with him. The last thing you expected him to do was laugh, and yet that’s what he did. Laughed right in your face with a knife digging into you.

“Im not putting anything down. you know what i heard though? i heard how much you love flaunting yourself around MY members. do you know what they think of you y/n?” He laughs again almost phycotictly “They think you’re a stupid slut that’s free for grabs all because little miss y/n loves being so fucking sweet and talkative. Here’s a thought baby, why don’t you shut the fuck up and stay away from them? maybe so you won’t embarrass me like this?”

“i didnt do anything kai, i wasn’t even at the meetings today. Yes i try to help and talk to them but that’s just because i want to be a part of what you do, why can’t you see that?”

“You wanna know what i see? i see a desperate bitch begging for attention, if not from me than it’s from them. you think i have time to deal with that after all i do for you and these people? you think i don’t love you or something so you feel like you have to do all that?” He turns his head as he asks the last question, almost mocking you. You see his hand go down to his pants as he starts unzipping them slowly.

“yes. i just want your attention and love kai, can you understand that please?” Your body weakens as you say these words, suddenly you feel better by just telling him this and not keeping it in.

“You want me attention huh? and my love. Here i’ll give you allll my attention you pathetic little whore. I see how hard you try, let me reward you with my attention hm?” He gets up leaving his crotch at your heads height now. Even though you heard his sarcasm this was all you wanted, his attention in any way, shape or form. “Open that pretty little mouth for your leader, you wanted attention right? i’ll give it to you” You looked up at his though your eyelashes with doe eyes and opened your mouth just as he had asked you to do. His pants slid down with ease as he palmed himself through his underwear, he loved making you wait for it after all. All you could do was wait and wait and wait, your mouth watered at the sight of him finally taking his cock out as he stepped closer to you he slapped his tip on your lips. He spit down on his cock and into your mouth before he slipped his hard cock into it, a loud grown coming from him almost immediately.

“Is this was you wanted? here’s the fucking attention for you” He went on to fuck your mouth, one hand behind your head leading you deeper on his cock while the other pressed a cold knife against the side of your neck. “I should fucking kill you for what those guys said. But then i’d be wasting such a perfect mouth, so good at sucking me off. So..fucking.. pretty” One more thrust and he stayed deep in your throat making you gag, he stayed just like that for almost a minute. Your eyes watered with mascara running down your face and saliva down your chin before he let go as he looked down at you.

You subconsciously pressed your thighs together to please yourself in anyway and he saw it. “Oh you love this don’t you little lamb, you love being used by your God. use your words” His hand slid up your thighs before you could reply his hand was already up your dress as he was met with a surprise.

“What a fucking slut, no panties? i should’ve known this is what you wanted all along” He ran a finger through your folds and stopped right at your clit. “But, i won’t do anything until you admit what a slut you are, admit this is what you wanted”

“yes divine ruler this is what i wanted, i’m such a slut for you but only for you i swear. i’ll do better.” As promised for your honestly he began running circles on your clit. A desperate moan came from your lips, any touch from him made your body react in ways you didn’t know where possible.

“Good girl” You felt the cold knife make its way to your lips as he slid a finger into your wet pussy, you let your tongue out for him to place the knife as he finger fucked you. “what a good fucking girl you are while doing what you’re told. Do you want even more attention?” A almost embarrassing whimper came out of your mouth as he spoke.

“mhm, please” And just like that he got in his knees on the bed, placing your legs above his shoulders and his cock lying on your stomach. He leaned over you putting one hand on one side of you and the other on his cock lining up with your entrance. Relentlessly he thrusted into you making you both moan as you looked into eachothers eyes, he quickly reached for the knife again and placed at at your neck before he continued his rough thrusts.

“You’re still at my mercy, your pleasure, your orgasm… your life is all at my mercy. show me you’re worth my attention” Those words alone made you squeeze around his cock, all you want to do is please him and show him you’re worth his everything. You reached your hand behind his head and leaned him in closer as you both went in for the most passionate kiss you’ve ever shared, you were addicted to his taste. Kai fucking anderson was a drug you’d never get enough of. Your legs latched around his waist making his thrusts deeper, your moans going into the kiss before he left your lips and went on to your ear, his grunts sound like heaven in your ear. “You feel so fucking good” He whispered into your ear causing shivers to go down your spine.

“i’m all yours kai, i want you to use my body forever give me your attention whenever you please” You whispered in return. You put your hand around his holding the knife and looked into his eyes. “if i’m not enough for you i’ll kill me myself” Your legs start shaking as you got closer to your orgasm.

“That won’t be necessary my pretty slut” He leaned back up and let the knife go, both his hands went to your waist as he fucked you deeper and harder than before, using your waist to push you down to meet his thrusts. You wer sure the grip he had on you would leave bruises but you didn’t care, all you could think about was him.

“I’m gonna cum kai please, let me cum all over your cock my divine ruler” You begged as you felt him throb inside you, his thrusts getting sloppy and his face scrunching with his moans. You knew he was close and all you wanted was to be filled up by him. “fill me with your seed, please it’s all i live for, it’s all id die for kai”

“Cum for me baby, i’ll bless this fucking pussy with my cum for you” He let out his final thrusts as you came all of him, squeezing around him throwing him over the edge as he filled you up you wrapped you legs tighter around him. You threw you head back with the overwhelming pleasure he caused you, his hand quickly teacher below your neck making you look at his cock finishing inside you. He pulled out and grabbed the knife running it down your pussy, picking up his cum dripping out of you. “Open up that pretty mouth for me” Taking your tongue out again he slid the knife along it, leaving his cum on your tongue for you to swallow.

“am i worthy of you divine ruler?” Your words come out like music to his ears, he leaned down and kissed your lips before he slapped you across your cheek.

“My pathetic little slut. you’re worthy.”

He hurt you and it felt like true love.

I hope this was good, i wrote it pretty quickly once i got the idea. I appreciate all likes, comments and reposts they make my day and show your support! requests are open♥️ -rain

[yeonjunsvape]

Mix Tapes

w/c: 2.6k

pairing: nonidol!wonwoo, famous!female reader

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: drinking, dry humping, riding, biting, softcore

a/n: this is the longest fic i’ve made so far and it’s the first of my seventeen genre!! i hope you enjoy, follow and like!! you can also request now, i’m up to write about anything 🫶

your birthdays were never a big celebration for you or your friends, and half of them didn’t even know your actual birth date.

your family gave you wishes in form of texts and you preferred no parties or attention on you, it’s kind of dark, but you just see birthdays as one year closer to death.

“hey honey, have a good birthday tomorrow, miss you xx.” a smile spread across your face when you see your mothers message, missing her like crazy, moving to seoul wasn’t an easy decision but for your career as an actress, it was necessary.

during the free time you had, you made sure to spend it wisely, and go out every night with your friends to party. tonight is just a different club for you to drink dry and dance until you can’t stand anymore.

the car service you ordered was picking you up 4 hours after you arrived and the security guard at the front door escorted you to the car, helping you walk as you were stumbling around.

“thank you, call me, i’ll give you a cameo in my next show.” you slur out, hugging the huge man then stepping inside the car lazily. there was paparazzi and fans taking pictures of you exiting the club, but you were too hammered to care.

the next morning, you woke up with a huge migraine and the clothes you had on the night before. you turn over and see headache medicine then give yourself a high five, “so smart.” you whisper but even blinking hurt so you shudder with pain.

when you check your phone it was filled with messages and calls from multiple people asking if you were okay. your eyebrow raises, then clicks on a link one of your friends sent. the title was ‘actress [Y/N], leaving with a bodyguard after drunken night.’ and the picture was of you hugging the random man who opened the door for you.

your eyes were opened so wide you thought they were going to pop out. “shit.” was all you said and immediately get a call from your mother. you answer, already knowing you were about to be yelled at.

“[Y/N]? have you seen this news? what’s going on?” she asks in a concerned voice but you can tell she had an angry tone. “it’s not true, i just went out with friends and he opened the door for me.” you answer with a sigh, flopping back on your bed. “you’ve gone out every night since your break and it’s not healthy. your dad is on his way to you now, we’ve discussed it and you need to be here with us, this is getting out of control.”

you pop right back up from your pillows and stutter, “n-no mom, i’m an adult, i can handle this, tell him to turn around.”

“better get packing honey, he left about 20 minutes ago, he’ll be there soon. you don’t need too much, you still have things at our house.” she ignores your persistent decline of going back home and hangs up. “shiiiiiitt.” you moan again but louder.

packing the clothes you needed wasn’t hard because you had everything designer at your apartment and your relaxing clothes at your parents house, who lived on a farm.

in their overbearing and smothering ways, your dad just walked in without a knock, smiling bright. “hi dad, i’m almost ready.” you say with attitude and he gives you a hug. “she just wants whats best for you, go along with it or i’ll be the one in trouble.” he chuckles, kissing your forehead. you had no other choice but to agree, and head out to the house you grew up in.

once at the farm, your dad brings your bags inside and your mom walks outside with her hands on her hips. “hi mother, i missed you.” you try to hug her but she tsks. “don’t sweet talk me, i just made dinner for the workers, help me serve them.” she demands and you nod. “oh, and happy birthday, im glad you are here with us for it.”

your eyes roll which you knew your mother hated, but you’d much rather be in your luxury apartment alone and not in a small farmhouse with your needy parents.

“hi [Y/N].” you hear a deep voice mumble shyly and you turn your head around. “hey wonwoo, you still work here?” he nods and grabs the plate of food you handed him.

you knew him since elementary school and slowly grew a friendship because of your brother, mingyu, who gave him a job. “enjoy.” you smile brightly and his heart skips a beat.

you stayed in your room most of the day, looking at all the articles on you, which were fabricated. it made you so mad because you knew everything they said was a lie, but they just wanted to sell stories, truth or not.

you turn your head slightly and see wonwoo out of your window with his shirt off, cutting firewood. “damn he got ripped.” you whisper to yourself and instantly go back to your phone when someone walks in.

it was your mother of course and she hands you an envelope with something loose inside. “i haven’t gotten one of these in years… that’s weird that as soon as i got back home, one arrives.” you whisper, opening the envelope to see an old school cassette tape inside.

it had all the songs you love on the tape and you have been receiving one every year on your birthday. it’s undisclosed on who’s sending it, but you’ve had so many different theories over the years. the only hint the mystery person gave you was a ‘from: WW’ on the front, in english.

you listened to it and just like you assumed, it had the songs you have linked to your spotify playlist as favorites. it was a sweet gesture but also very annoying because who could it be? your mom? a friend? a stalker? secret admirer?

the mixtape was on its last song when your mother comes in, handing you a plate of snacks, “the farm hands are going out for a drink with your brother, do you want to go?” she asks and you shrug, “it’s been a long day.” you mumble but she does her famous ‘tsk’. “its your birthday and even though you don’t like celebrating, you should at least have some kind of fun. the only people going who knows about it, is your brother, uncle, and wonwoo.”

you think for a short period of time and then nod, ���alright, i’ll go.”

after getting dressed quickly you kiss both of your parents on the cheek, as does mingyu, and he drives the both of you to the local bar. “hell yeah, i thought you were going to take me somewhere boring.” you cheer and a cheeky smile plastered over mingyu’s face. “you haven’t been inside yet, they just have good food.” he chuckles and you groan.

it definitely wasn’t like a seoul club, instead of A list actors’ eyes on you, it was old local farm workers.

your body got physical chills when one of the men whistled at you, and making you incredibly uncomfortable. “[Y/N], ignore him, he does that to any woman that walks inside.” you hear the same deep voice from earlier, behind you, and leads you to a booth.

“hi wonwoo,” now you were the one who was shy when you remember him chopping wood. “what will you have? it’s on me.” he asks with his typical tiny smile that you always found so innocent.

“apple martini please, extra vodka.” you answer and he nods, going to the bartender to order but was embarrassed to say it out loud with everyone else drinking straight soju.

he brings all the drinks back and you instantly down the martini in one gulp, everyone at the table looking at you with wide eyes. “we didn’t even get to cheers.” mingyu groans out and you let out a giggle, “my bad, i needed it.”

after 3 more, you started feeling the alcohol, along with everyone else at the table, “i’m going to go on stage tonight.” wonwoo announces, lifting up his bottle of soju so everyone could cheers him.

this side to him was unfamiliar but you liked it, he was much more himself when he’s laughing with his friends.

“what song will you be playing?” you ask and he shakes his head, “it’s going to be a surprise.” he answered, taking another shot. “come to the dance floor, i want you guys to make it seem like i have a crowd.” wonwoo chuckles, his lips wider than you’ve ever seen.

you stand up along with the other men, walking to the dance floor as wonwoo steps on stage, and grabbing the guitar.

he played so well, you were just staring into his eyes, soon not listening to the song he sang, and just being drifted away in the music.

your ears perk up a bit when you listened to the lyrics he sang and they started sounding familiar, it was a song on the mixtape.

‘the top song on my playlist… WW…wonwoo…?’ you tell your inner monologue, and everything started coming together. wonwoo was your secret admirer?

the room started to spin then, before you knew it, your body turned around and without meaning to, your legs began to run.

you didn’t know how you were going to get home drunk, but you continued to run down the dirt rural road.

“[Y/N]! [Y/N]!” you hear someone yell behind you and finally the voice got closer. wonwoo caught up with you, grabbing your wrist and twisting you around to face him. “why did you run out like that?” he asks, both of you out of breath.

“you’re WW, the one who has sent me mixtapes every year on my birthday since i was 10.” you cry out and he lets your wrist go. “are you mad?”

you chuckle and look up at the sky, immediately feeling sober. “mad?” you ask back, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, slamming your lips on his. “it’s the sweetest thing i’ve ever experienced.” you whisper against his lips and can feel him smiling as he kisses back.

“come on, let me take you back home, its late.” wonwoo pulls away slowly, taking your hand. “i’m not tired,” you whisper lowly, feeling embarrassed about the situation.

the mystery was finally solved after all these years.

“let’s go somewhere and talk then.” wonwoo suggests, walking the both of you back to your farm. “there’s a storage shed where i go to get away for a bit.” he grasps your hand tighter and climbs up a ladder to the top window of the shed, over looking the land.

“this is beautiful at night.” you whisper, resting your head against his shoulder. “i can’t believe it’s you, i’m shocked.” wonwoo hums at your words, leaning his head down so he’s looking at you in the eyes. “really? i thought i was being obvious.” he jokes and you giggle, giving him another kiss. “well, now i know why you’re always shy around me but out going with everyone else.”

“yeah, you make me nervous.” he whispers, swallowing hard after the kiss. you see his adams apple go up and down when he swallows, tracing it with your finger slowly. “pretty.” you mumble, then reach up to kiss it.

wonwoo leans his head back slowly and feels each kiss on his neck, making him swallow harder. your lips turn into a smirk and swing a leg around his waist so you were now sat in his lap, continuing to kiss.

“[Y/N…]” he groans soft, beginning to become firm underneath you. “it’s okay wonwoo, i want to.” you whisper in his ear, grinding down slow on his lap.

“will you remember it tomorrow?” he pulls away, looking into your eyes. you nod, giving him another kiss, but more passionate this time.

wonwoo wraps his arms around your waist, then starts leading your hips into a dry hump. you could tell he liked it slow and passionate instead of hard.

his kiss made your heart flutter, and the feeling of his fingertips on your arms so he could take your dress off made you wet as hell. “you’re the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen in my life.” he mumbles against your lips, unhooking your bra once the dress was off.

“you got ripped as hell since i left.” you giggle, pulling away from the kiss so you could see his chest again. you pull his tight shirt off, and move your hands around his bare chest, drooling at the sight. “damn.” you whisper, moving your hips at a steady pace, moaning gently.

hearing the low groans he made at the grinds made you even wetter and you crawl off his lap slow.

he just watched, and letting you do whatever you want, which you love, you like being in the lead when it comes to sex.

you slide down his pants and lean down, kissing his fully erect dick through his underwear, wonwoo unintentionally bucking his hips up.

you smirk, taking this chance to take his boxers off and back up a little bit at the sight of his dick size. he gives you an uncertain look when he sees you pull away and you giggle at his cute face. “you’re huge wonwoo, what the hell.” you continue to laugh and he looks away while blushing.

you continue with his huge cock, and gripped it at the base. “can i suck on it?” you ask, already knowing the answer but you want to hear him say it out loud.

while you stroke him in your hand he groans, nodding fast. “please, please suck on it.” you smile bright and lean down, wrapping your lips around his tip.

wonwoo let out a cry of pleasure once you start bobbing your head and he grabs your hair in his hand. “that feels amazing,” he moans, throwing his head back.

you blush at his confirmation, gliding your tongue along the side of his dick, making his hips buck again. “[Y/N], that feels so good but i’m going to cum soon if you don’t stop.” wonwoo whimpers, pulling on your hair slightly.

you pull away slowly and lick his tip, tasting his precum before pulling off your underwear quickly, and sitting back on his lap.

the feeling of his cock stretching you out hurt at first but soon began to feel euphoric as you start bouncing on it. “oh fuck.” wonwoo whispers out, kissing on your neck so he didn’t moan too loud.

his moans made you tighten around him with every bounce and he grabs your ass cheeks, slamming up in you.

you put one of his hands around your mouth so you didn’t yell and bounce faster, gripping both of your boobs in your hands. “im about to cum [Y/N]” he moans out, slamming into you once again.

“me too, you can cum in me,” you mumble against his hand, biting on it from pleasure before feeling your release come in seconds.

wonwoo grunts from the biting and his orgasm, shooting a load of cum inside of your pussy. “fuuuuck.” he drags out, still thrusting inside you until the sensitivity made him stop. you get off his lap and kiss his lips softly, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

he lays the both of you down so you were cuddling, giving each other kisses here and there, laying in silence. “i’m glad it was you.” you whisper, feeling his head look down at you.

“i’m glad you figured it out, happy birthday [Y/N].”

[yanderefarm]

Can I request Ares finding out our co workers calls themselves or work wife/ other people calling them that (I hope this make sense)

yandere housewife ares

cw;; yandere tendencies

unfortunately no hot wife covered in blood this time.

ares is one of the most violent ones maybe even more violent than emil. he's just already showed you his violent side. you can't convince him to spare everyone but if you're really just friends with your "work wife" he can spare her. he just fixes it by giving her incentive to quit instead.

y/n: how do you make your voice do that.

ares: do what?

y/n: red.

ares: i don't know what you mean honey

ares overhead it when he came to your work one day. one of the line cooks said your wifey needed you to take some plates to table 5. he knew they sure as hell weren't talking about him. a familiar feeling washed over him, it was like all he saw was red. he left without ordering.

when you got home you asked him why he left without atleast having a drink. he didn't answer that, his eyes distant and cold and his lips were in an uncharacteristic frown. you figured he was just having a bad day so you fixed some leftovers for dinner for both of you.

it was over the reheated chicken parm that he finally said something after having poked his chicken into shreds. why is it always chicken parm.

"who's your wifey?" his tone was frightening and it brought up painful flashbacks.

you couldn't breathe. your hands were shaking. and the question hung in the air with the only sound afterwards being the jitter of your fork against your plate.

"...i'm not upset with you." he clearly noticed that he had freaked you out. he reached out a hand and covered one of yours with it.

"please." your voice was strained as you forced yourself to speak.

ares opened his mouth to speak before closing it again. he took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down more. "its ok honey. im sorry i upset you."

there were tears in your eyes and your voice was barely above a choked whisper. "don't hurt her. please."

so there was someone. "i won't-"

"promise."

"... if i promise will you tell me more about her?"

you nodded rapidly.

"i promise i won't hurt her."

despite the promise you didn't immediately start speaking, clearly still shaken up. ares's heart hurt to see you like this, to think you were so scared of him. he pushed away the thoughts of this other woman and how much she must mean to you. well he did the best he could. he still bent his fork in his hand. he decided to get up and make you a cup of chamomile tea. the act of taking care of you always helped him calm down.

it wasn't until you were both sat on the couch, your head in his lap while he played with your hair, you finally spoke.

"its a joke among my coworkers. i'm always helping her with her tables and i cover her shifts when she needs a day off. so they just... started calling her my work wife." your voice was raw and broken like you were trying to hold back tears.

"... who is she?" ares tried to keep himself calm but he couldn't help the edge in his voice.

"her name is thena... she's my friend. just my friend." you turned on your back to look up at him.

"you've never mentioned her before." he cupped your cheek.

"i... i was worried you would get jealous. you-you're kinda intense honey." you reached up to cup his face in turn.

ares pouted a bit but he couldn't deny that you were right. even now it was hard to keep himself calm. he leaned down to give you a chaste kiss.

"I'll just get her fired."

"honey, no."

[rafecameronsslut4ever]

STAR SHOPPING — charles leclerc (angst, smut)

pairing; fem!reader x charles leclerc summary: look at the sky tonight, all of the stars have a reason. warnings: angst angst angst angst, little bit of smut (very less tbh), dying relationship a/n: ifuckfuckfukc. im not good at writing summaries, i guess. alsososo, this is inspired by lil peep's song, 'star shopping' (rip to that angel). love the song, love you.

charles massaged his temple, debating whether it would be worth it.

it was reckless, sure. a stupid gamble. but he’d made it anyway. he wasn't going to back down from a challenge.

the text from carlos glared at him, a void pulling him in, daring him to take the leap.

carlos Party at Twiga, join us bro!

he slipped his phone back into his pocket and turned to her. “i’ll be back in the morning,” he murmured, pressing a light kiss to her temple.

she nodded but didn’t say a word.

he knew she didn’t care anymore. and why would she?

promises, once bright as fireworks, had dulled to faint whispers she could barely hear over the noise of his world. he wasn’t the man she deserved, not anymore.

but god, she was everything to him. so much more than perfect, more than anything he thought he’d ever deserve.

but he wasn't worth it.

she was losing her patience, and he didn't blame her.

he first saw the cracks in their relationship months ago.

one conversation a week—if that—was all he could give her. he’d call her late at night from hotel rooms, his voice tired from exhaustion, apologising for being so far away.

“it’s okay,” she’d say every time, but her tone told him it wasn’t.

when he was home, his hands would find her waist, lips trailing down her neck, her collarbone, her chest. she’d arch into him, sighs warm against his skin, and for a moment, everything would feel right.

but this wasn’t about her. it was about his need for her, his desperation to feel close to her again.

his fingers trailed lower, her eyes fluttered shut, and he saw his own desperation in her expression.

she still loved him, he was fucking sure of it.

and the knowledge only sent him spiralling as if it were the only thought in his head.

her name a chant, a prayer, a mantra.

her name left his lips over and over, a plea she didn’t answer.

because she wouldn’t look at him. not once.

and that hurt more than anything.

he kissed her again, and she moaned against him, nails raking his back. he pressed harder, wanting her to feel, to see how much he needed her.

her hands moved to tangle in his hair, and he could feel her body tightening around him.

he pulled back, looking down at her.

"look at me," he murmured. "look at me, chérie."

her eyes were a void, and he could feel himself falling.

falling into her, and then, falling out.

out of her life, out of the apartment they shared, out of the city he promised he'd always come home to.

falling into a chasm that would take everything. everything he had, everything he was.

he fell, and she watched.

"do you still love me?" he asked.

she diverted her eyes, "yes."

her friends didn’t make it easier, either. they saw the missed dinners, the empty seat beside her at gatherings. they whispered that she deserved better, and charles hated that he agreed with them.

but he was working on it, he really was.

he was trying to make something of himself, to be someone worth her time. he spent hours at the track, pouring everything into his career. because maybe, just maybe, if he could prove his worth to the world, he could prove it to her too.

make his money, and drive his car.

he didn’t pick up her calls as often as he should have.

it wasn’t because he didn’t want to—he just didn’t know how to face the guilt in her voice. he was already so stretched thin, trying to balance racing and everything else.

his exes had hated this part of him too, the way he disappeared into his own world.

but she was different.

she didn’t hate him for it; she just wanted to understand.

and maybe that’s what made it harder.

her family didn't like him either. they thought him unreliable, uncommitted, and too much in his own world.

he wasn't the person her family wanted him to be.

he couldn’t blame them, though.

but she would just shake her head at that, arms wrapped tightly around him. “i don’t care about that, charles. i want you.”

her words should have been a comfort; a reassurance, but they felt like another weight added to the ones he already carried.

her faith in him was suffocating. they fought over it, a lot.

"charles, it was important to me!" she shouted, hands raising in the air from anger.

"what did you expect? what the fuck did you want me to do?" he shouted back, his anger matching hers.

"something! anything! you never think about me."

"of course i do!"

"you promised, charles. you said you'd be there." she ended, eyes shutting close from the tears welling in her eyes.

and there was the night before he left for vegas.

they sat together on the balcony, the stars blinking above them. he couldn’t stop looking at her, the way her hair moved slightly from the breeze, the way her fingers traced patterns on the glass of her wine.

“do you think the stars have a reason to shine?” he asked suddenly.

she looked at him, surprised. “i think we all have a reason,” she replied after a few seconds of silence.

he nodded, swallowing hard. “i hope you know you’re mine.”

she smiled faintly, but it didn’t reach her eyes.

it was 3:14 am now.

charles stared out at the sea from where he sat in his car. he had left the party early.

his phone vibrated, with her name flashing across the screen.

he didn’t answer. not because he didn’t want to, but because he didn’t know what to say.

all he could do was look at the sky that night, wondering if the stars above her were the same ones above him.

and if they were, maybe they’d shine a little brighter—for her, if not for him.

[tan1shere]

Are We Still Friends

Billie Eilish x female reader !

A/n: thought I'd do some angst again cuz im in the mood for it turday - I don't know if there's a happy ending tho... SORRY !

Summary: she didn't mean to hurt you, never wanted to. But she ended up doing so. Badly and unfixable.

Warnings: ANGST ! No happy ending, idk if there's anything else ?? Get tissues babes

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She wasn't herself recently and it worried you, knowing her past. But it wasn't exactly like that. You began to think that at first when she started isolating from you. But then you saw how cold she had gotten. You started to wonder if it was you, who had upset her. But you've never done anything except love her. She had been out all day, like she has been alot recently. You understood because she has to work ofcourse, but it was always later in the evening when she got home.

You two were seated for some dinner, things being silent like usual. You watch her mess around with the food, not making eye contact with you. "So, how was your day?" She shrugs. "It was alright." She replies. Her tone dry as anything. Your heart picks up in speed, not liking this side of her. It was not only worrying but frightening you. What had you done, what had anyone done to upset her this much?

Whenever you'd ask if she was ok, you'd just get a hum in reply. But it was far from reassuring your concern for her currently. So you ask her properly tonight, usually leaving it be whenever she'd hum. "Baby are you sure you're ok, you've just been so off recently." Her eyes look up at you slightly for a second, then immediately back at her food. "I'm fine." You're surprised by the full answer. "Are you s-" "I said. I'm fine." Your heart sinks at the way she talked to you, was she angry?

"Oh, ok." You slowly grab your plate, going to put it in the sink without another word. That is, until she speaks up. "I'm sorry." She sighs. But you just think it's best to leave her right now, heading up to your bedroom. "Baby." She says timidly, still holding a slight anger in her voice. You knew something was clearly going on, and all you wanted was for her to talk to you. Or atleast figure out what was happening. Is She tired? Did you say or do something? Or maybe you hadn't said or did something.

It was eating at you, stressing you out. All you wanted was for your true love to be ok. It's all you've ever wanted. You couldn't work properly, it invading your mind like a bad smell. All you wanted was to get home and sleep, especially with her. But that also died down along with her happy vibe. No cuddles at all, you felt unlovable. Her mood was killing your own, and causing all your friends to notice. But that was the thing. She seemed to be semi ok with them, still having a tense tone.

But actually making an effort to talk. Maybe it was you, maybe you weren't as interesting anymore. Maybe she'd grown from you, was she getting over you? Night time rolls around after a long, long day. You get into bed, her not long after. Immediately going to get some sleep. "Night baby." You said, softly. "Night." Again, dry. Desert dry. You sigh, turning over on your side. Facing her but closing your eyes. You hadn't noticed, but she was looking at you. The guiltiest look on her face.

A few weeks past and nothings changed. She's still in the same exact mood. It made you wonder if it will always be like this. You were at work currently, going to scroll on your phone while on your break. You lean back in your chair observing. When you see a particular photo. One that made your heart sink. You look at it carefully. But you didn't want to, you wanted to puke. It was Billie, she was kissing another girl. You were trying to rack your brain on when and where this happened.

The caption said "Billie with - some girl." Your brows furrow. Her fans knew about you, you didn't know exactly how well but when you opened the comments it was clear.

'That doesn't look like Y/n'

'Did Billie cheat'

'That isn't her girlfriend'

'Who is she kissing'

You had the exact same thoughts, except there was more of them. Flooding your mind. "Who is she." "Whyd she do this." How could she, you really didn't want to believe it. She would never. Your heart sinks further realizing that it was you. But at the same time it wasn't. She cheated on you. You were still in pure shock, deciding to go home early.

You doubted she had even seen the photo, she hardly ever went on her phone these days. But then that got you thinking, the only time she did was at night. But she'd only go onto text messages, you know. Because her phone would constantly ding. You figured it would be Finn, or a family member. Or even another friend. But now you were starting to think otherwise. You plop down on your bed when you finally get home. Staring at the ceiling.

You thought it over long and hard, and you were picking between confronting her and getting it over with or letting her come clean. But it's been so long you worry she wouldn't. Did she care? But you couldn't bear it, the thought of loosing her. And if you confront her that would be the result. You just hoped deep down she'd come clean and you could try working this out. Right?

The door opens hours later, you see her placing her phone down on the nightstand. "Hey, what're you doing back early?" She asks. "Didn't feel too great at work today." You reply, turning over. "Oh, sorry." You knew she said that to be somewhat sympathetic, but in a way it's as if she was apologizing for more. You shrug slightly, just wanting to take another nap. "Me and Finn finally got done with something we had been struggling on for months." She says a tad bit happier than she had been.

You nod. "That's good, Bills." Now it was your turn to be dry, she wanted to leave you be. Noticing your mood. Going down to the living room. You look over at her phone that she had left, considering looking at it. Was that wrong.. you don't even know if you can trust her after the photo, you were almost certain you'd find what you really hoped not to find on there. When it dings. You just had to, reaching over to grab it.

She hadn't changed her password. Did she think shed get away with it or something? Did she want to just pretend it never happened? All these new questions in your head overflowing. You go to the message and it was from a girl, that girl who was feeling her up at a party way back. You knew Billie didn't like her and found her to be very annoying. What changed? Billie was always a kind person to everyone, never mean to anyone's face. Especially considering this girl was friends with some mutual friends.

But not that friendly. You felt your eyes water, thinking of what to do. You read more of the messages. Reading one of Billies saying to leave her alone in the end. Did she regret it? Why hadn't she told you if so. You bite your bottom lip, feeling the tears pour. 2 years wasted. Down the drain. That was all you could think now. How much of a waste this whole thing was. Slight anger rises in you. Not much because you never got angry, but this. This was the thing to be mad about.

You walk downstairs, little scared for what's about to come. She was sitting on the sofa, when you let her phone fall into her lap. Her head looks up at you, confused as anything. Her eyes move to her phone seeing what was on it. Her head instantly looks at you again, noticing the tears. "Baby-" "Don't. Baby me. You don't have any right to call me that. When you've hardly been doing such for a few months. Why start now." She was stunned to say the least. Even though she shouldn't be, she knew you'd find out eventually. But she honestly hoped it'd fade away and that you wouldn't have to.

"Please let me-" "Explain?" You finish. "Theres nothing to explain. You've been talking to this girl for God knows how long. Kissed her!" She didn't realize you knew that. "How'd.." You scoff slightly. "When your famous Billie. Cameras never leave you. I saw on one of your fans accounts." She sighs, cursing to herself. Now she really felt guilty. She had been this whole time and wanted to tell you. She just never knew how and decided to forget it all. "It was a mistake." You chuckle. "Yeah, a massive fucking one." Her hands go to grab your shoulders as she quickly gets up.

You push her back. "No Billie, don't touch me. Please." The Please breaks her, she finally felt everything. All that she had been ignoring and pushing down until she didn't feel as guilty. That was truly pointless now. "Ba- Y/n. Just let me tell you what really happened." You shake your head. "How am I suppose to trust you. You've been lying to me this whole time." She nods. "I know I know, I don't know why I didn't just tell you. I should've." - "You're a liar. You're a fucking cheat." You go to leave the room. But she goes after you.

"Let me talk, please." You turn to look at her. "What's there to say? That it was an accident. You had been drinking, she came onto you. And that you were intoxicated so you obviously couldn't stop her. Did I miss anything?" She looks at you, that was half true. "Just let me-" "No, save it. Because if it's remotely close to what I just said I don't want to hear it." You go over to the closet. "I had been drinking, and no that's no excuse. I was trying to get away from her. I promise." Your tears come back. That promise was broken to you.

"I have no excuse for what I did. And I should've told you but I didn't, because I was trying to protect you. I didn't want to hurt you especially with how work had got you. I couldn't, I decided to when things eased. Then it started weighing on me. I felt miserable because it was all I was thinking of. The fact I hurt you, the second she kissed me." You grab a suitcase as she waffles on. Her eyes filled with worry. "You have to believe me, I know you won't but please. Please." It had been forever since you heard any emotion in her voice. And now it was need, desperation. "I cant stop you." You say sadly.

She looks at you confused. "I don't like her at all." You shrug again. "I don't know what to believe at this point." You pack a few things, starting to fully sob now, feeling shakey. She comes over going to gently touch your arm. "N-no." You attempt to move her. "Stop." But she now cries ever so slightly, bringing you into a hug. You wanted none of it. But with your weak state, your pathetic hits to her chest were doing nothing. You did need comfort right now but she was the last person you wanted it from.

When you muster up some courage you push her away. Scurrying with the suitcase down the stairs. You needed to get away. You had to.

"Are we still friends?.."

You don't say another word, knowing you both knew the answer to her question. It was the end you just couldn't keep doing this anymore. You didn't want to hurt. This was the only option for now. Closing the front door...

Maybe thats the sign it just wasn't meant to be.

Can't say goodbye..

Can't say goodbye.

[lenaswritingandstuff]

Your Teddy ~ Theodore Nott x f!reader (PART 3 & END)

Requested: No

Pairing: Theodore Nott x f!reader (+ SPOILER x f!reader - secret and non-reciprocal.)

Summary: y/n gets adjusted at her new life with Theo's help.

Word count: 6.2K

Warnings: swearing, English is not my first language

A/N: Thank God one of my classes on Wednesday was online and the other was cancelled otherwise I don't know when I could have written it lmaooo. ANYWAY. Thank you guys so much for +270 followers, love y'all!! Comments and feedback are always appreciated. Sorry for the typos. Hope you enjoy it! xx

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PART TWO

“Darling?” your mother calls from downstairs. “Dinner is ready!”

Putting your book away, you rose from your bed and let out a silent sigh. The day after your conversation with Theo, your parents insisted you get home to rest, and, while you didn’t want to leave Hogwarts, they seemed to want you with them so bad that you had reluctantly accepted. You had now been home for over two weeks, two weeks spent reading books to learn some things and reading letters from Pansy and Theo. While Pansy’s letters were enjoyable and kept you updated on classes and the current gossip at school, you had to admit you awaited for Theo’s letters the most. He wrote to you about his daily life, sometimes making you laugh with a joke or when he told you about what funny thing one of his friends had done or said, and always ended the letter with the same sentence: I miss you. Those words shouldn’t make you feel the way they did, but they did; and you shouldn’t be missing Theo that much, but you were. 

From the moment you saw him, Theo had captivated your mind. You didn’t know if it was the way he had hugged you when he stormed in the hospital wing, the way he looked at you with those blue eyes of his, or just him, but ever since you had seen him in the hospital wing, you had a hard time not thinking about him. When you had realised what having lost all your memory meant, you were scared some people would lie to you or pretend to be someone they weren’t, but for some reason you knew Theo hadn’t lied. You had felt incredibly guilty when you saw how hurt he was when he learnt you didn’t know who he was - and still felt that way. But now, you also wanted to get to know him, and to spend time with him. There was something about him that just drew you towards him. It was partly physical, because, well, he was gorgeous, but also in his personality, how soft his voice was when he was talking to you, how patient and understanding he was, and how he made you feel safe without even trying. And now, after three weeks of only writing to each other, you couldn’t wait to see him again - but never dared to say it. I’ll try to tell him I miss him in my next letter.  

Leaving your room, you went downstairs to find your parents around the table, your mother bringing dinner to the table and your father finishing to set the table. They immediately smiled at you, and you smiled back. Your parents had been nothing but kind and understanding during your stay, but they constantly tried to make you remember things, so much so that you started to feel a bit overwhelmed after a while - which was another reason you couldn’t wait to go back to Hogwarts. 

“Got some rest, darling?” your father asked, sitting on the other side of the table.

“I hope you don’t overwork yourself, sweetie,” your mother continued. “You’re here to get rest and recover.” 

“I’m fine,” you assured them with a smile, sitting down.

“Are you sure, darling? I have to say, you look a bit tired.”

Your mother was right, and there was a reason for that fatigue. Each night, you had terrible dreams about your abduction - dreams or memories, who knew? - and you were now almost afraid to sleep. Like you had told Theo, you were thankful you didn’t remember anything about your kidnapping, but having those dreams brought you a bit of anxiety. You hadn’t told anyone, because you were scared that your parents would freak out, and didn’t tell Theo in order not to bother him. You ate your plate, not saying a word as your parents talked about everything and anything. Once you were done, there was a moment of comfortable silence, and you cleared your throat. 

“I have something to ask you guys,” you said. 

“What is it, dear?” 

“I’d like to go back to Hogwarts,” you answered, not beating around the bush. “I think I’m fully recovered now. It was nice being here, and I appreciate everything you did for me, but I think it would be good for me to go back to school.” 

Your parents shared a look, and for a second you thought they were gonna insist you stayed here.

“If that’s what you want, y/n,” your mother said, “then we support you.”

“We’ll write to Professor Dumbledore tomorrow,” your father nodded. “It will be good for you to be with your friends again.” 

“And Theodore,” your mother added with a wink. 

You felt your cheeks becoming pink and looked at your plate.

“He’s a good lad,” your father smiled.

“I hope you guys will…find a way to get back to the relationship you had,” your mother said gently. “You loved him a lot.” 

You nodded, and after a long moment of your parents telling you stories about your childhood, you decided to bid your parents goodnight - which always included a hug - and went back upstairs to your room. You lit a candle, as it was dark outside, and sat down at your desk before grabbing a piece of parchment, a quill and some ink. 

Dear Teddy, 

I was supposed to stay a little longer with my parents, but I really want to go back to Hogwarts now. My parents will write to Professor Dumbledore tomorrow, and I hope to be at school in the next few days. 

I miss you.

y/n

You then turned to your owl, who apparently had the habit of going to sleep at the same time as you, who made a small noise as if to greet you as you opened its cage. 

“Can you take it to Theo?” you asked your pet. 

You gently stroked its feathers, and then your owl took the letter and flew across the opened window. 

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You stepped out of the chimney, and, as expected, found yourself in Professor Snape’s office. He was sitting on his desk, apparently grading students’ work, and barely raised his eyes to look at you.

“Good evening, Professor.”

“Miss y/l/n. I hope you’re fully recovered.”

His last words surprised you, as you had found him cold and severe during the few minutes you saw him in the hospital wing. 

“Yes, thank you, sir.”

“Then I shall see you in class.”

“Yes, sir.”

Carrying your luggage, you left his office, and, as you expected, you found Pansy waiting for you in the corridor. She immediately opened her arms and almost ran to give you a hug, which you gladly accepted.

“Aw, darling, I’m so happy you’re back! How do you feel?”

“I’m good.”

But your attention was on the person behind her. Theo was leant against the wall, his hands in his pockets. You detached yourself from Pansy, and Theo and you started to walk towards each other. You felt your heart beat faster, and it even beat faster when Theo gave you a small, shy, smile. Did I feel that way before?

“Hey.”

“Hey. It’s nice to see you.”

“You too.”

It was a bit awkward, as neither of you knew what to do - a hug? A kiss? - but Theo stared at you for a second before stepping closer, gently cupping your face in his hands and kissing your forehead. You closed your eyes, enjoying his touch and his lips on your skin much more than you thought. After the kiss, his hands remained on both sides of his face before he took them away, and you felt disappointed and sad.

“Thank you for your letters,” you said. “I really enjoyed receiving them.” 

“I liked your answers, too,” he said. 

You smiled at him, and suddenly Pansy chuckled.

“Come on, you bloody lovebirds, let’s go.”

You and Theo shared an amused look before you all went to the Slytherin common room, which was near. 

“We should go get dinner,” Pansy said. “y/n, dear, how about you put that luggage in your bag and you’ll unpack after dinner?”

“Alright,” you nodded.

After all, you were hungry too. Pansy led to your dorm, as you honestly didn’t remember where it was, and you put your luggage inside before going to the Great Hall alongside Pansy and Theo. On the way, Pansy kept talking about all that happened while you were gone, but only heard half of it as your hand kept touching Theo’s, which made you somehow want to hold it - or at least to have some physical contact with him. I’m going crazy, you thought. Why do I want to touch someone who’s still a stranger? 

Once in the Great Hall, you sat between Pansy and Theo, who introduced you to his friends, who all greeted you warmly. You looked around, trying to familiarise yourself with the large, beautiful crowded room. As you had lived in a quiet house for weeks, all the noise around made you feel uneasy and comfortable. Only Theo seemed to notice, as he grabbed your hand under the table. You turned to him, and found him giving you a reassuring, warm look. You squeezed his hand, both to show thankfulness and affection, and he gently stroked the top of your hand. You started to feel better, and focused on the conversations the boys were having. You didn’t participate in it, as you had ho idea what they were talking about half the time, but you laughed at their jokes - and, with each laugh, Theo and you shared a look. Once you were done eating, Pansy and you decided to go back to the common room - as it was still too early to go to bed -, and the boys followed. After sitting on one of the green couches, again next to Theo, for two hours spent listening to the boys, sometimes talking to Pansy and again feeling the push to touch Theo’s hand. As it was now getting late, the boys started to go to bed, as they started classes early tomorrow, but unlike earlier, Theo didn’t hesitate to once again cup your face in his warm hands and kiss your forehead, but this time, you got on your tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. 

“Good night, Teddy.”

“Good night, cara mia.”

You blushed at the nickname, before following Pansy - whose dorm was not far away from yours. 

“I promised to spend the night with Daphne,” Pansy said, apparently feeling guilty. “Her dorm is the one next to yours, so I won’t be very far if you need me, okay? You got along very well with Daphne before your…um, departure. She won’t mind at all.”

“Don’t worry about me,” you said. “I’m actually tired, so I don’t think I’ll have a hard time falling asleep.” 

“Alright.” Pansy hugged you, “Sleep well, dear.”

She gave you one last hug before entering Daphne’s dorm, leaving you alone in the silent corridor. You went into your dorm, closing the door behind you. You looked at the unfamiliar room full of unfamiliar objects. It felt as if it all belonged to someone else. Trying to ignore the feeling, you unpacked your bag, went to take a shower and then went to bed. Tomorrow, Pansy would give you a list of all the things they saw in class while you were gone and it was going to take you a while to catch up on everything - and if you didn’t manage to, it was going to be even harder to pass your exams at the end of the year. 

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“y/n, wake up! Come on, wake up!”

You jolted awake, trying to catch your breath. The dark, cold room and the unfamiliar voices that had been plaguing your sleep were still fresh in your mind, and your first reflex when you felt two hands on your shoulders was to try to pull away.

“Amore, it’s me!” 

It took you half a second to realise you were in your dorm, safe, and that it was Theo in front of you. 

“Teddy?” 

He nodded, and sat on the bed. “I had the feeling I needed to check up on you, and when I came you were having a nightmare.” 

He started stroking your shoulders with all the tenderness in the world, and, almost without realising it, you put your head in his chest, and he immediately wrapped his arms around you, holding you as close as he could, and put his chin on the top of your head.

“It’s okay, baby, I’m here.” 

He pressed a light yet tender kiss on your temple and your heart, which had been beating very fast from waking up so abruptly, starting beating normally. After a while, you felt better, and not once did Theo move. 

“Thank you, Teddy,” you whispered.

“Of course, tesoro.”

Despite wanting to stay in the comfort of his arms, you detached yourself from him, but he kept one of his arms around you. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, his thumb stroking your skin.

You shook your head, and he gave you a nod. 

“I don’t remember much,” you said. “But… Teddy?”

“Hum?”

“Would you…Would you mind staying here with me?” you asked more shyly than you thought.

Theo looked at you and had a soft half smile. 

“I’d like nothing more, love.” 

He bent to press a kiss on your temple and you moved to the side of the bed to give him as much space as you could. Once he was ready, he gently brought your head to his chest before putting one arm around your waist and the other in your hair. Instinctively, you put one hand on the side of his neck, and after a short moment, you felt your whole body relax. You closed your eyes, and suddenly realised Theo smelt amazing.

“You smell good,” you whispered without thinking.

He had a chuckle, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“You used to tell me that often,” he said. “But thank you, cara mia, you smell good too.”

He started playing with your hair, and you fell asleep to the beating of his heart and his warmth.

When you woke up the next morning, your head was in the crook of Theo’s neck, and one of your legs was over one of his. His arms were still tightly wrapped around you, and, looking at him, you couldn’t help but smile at how adorable he looked when he was sleeping. You put your head back, wanting to enjoy the comfort of his warm embrace for a moment, but you realised it was time to wake up. You pressed some kisses on his cheek, and after a while he started slowly moving. 

“Wake up, sleeping beauty.”

He groaned before he finally opened his eyes, and his lips immediately turned into a smile. He looked at you for a moment, and brought his hand to your cheek.

“I almost forgot how good it felt,” he said almost to himself.

“What?” you frowned. 

“To wake up with you in my arms.” 

“It feels good too,” you whispered, caressing his hair. “And I know it felt good before my abduction.” 

There was no way it didn’t feel like that before. If only I could remember…

“We should get up,” you said.

He nodded and had a small sigh, “Yeah, we should.” But then he smiled, “But five more minutes, please?” 

You laughed and nodded.

“Alright, five more minutes.” 

But, as you should have expected, five minutes into ten, then twenty, and finally thirty before you managed to have him let you get out of bed. You rose from the bed, which made him groan in annoyance, and as you went to the bathroom to get your school uniform, you turned to the bed, where Teddy hadn’t moved.  

“Teddy, come on!” you laughed.

“You know, cara mia, no one would mind if you only started class tomorrow.”

You know he was likely to be right, but you shook your head.

“Maybe, but I have enough to catch on already. I can’t afford to be even further behind.”

“I’ll help you,” he said, sitting. “You were always a very good student, why shouldn’t you be now?”

“Maybe I was, but now it’s different.” 

Teddy stared at you, and you immediately knew what he thought. Yes, it is different now.

“I can still help you,” he said.

You nodded, “I’d love that, Teddy.” 

He finally got up, and agreed to go dress up in his dorm when you asked him.

“We’ll meet in the common room in five minutes,” you assured him. 

And as promised, you met there five minutes later, both all ready for the day. It felt a bit weird to be in a uniform, but you did your best to ignore it. After all, everyone was wearing it. Theo and you sat again with his friends and Pansy, who immediately asked you how was your night.

“Oh, really good.”

You and Theo shared a look and you felt yourself blush. 

After breakfast, you walked with Theo to class, with him sometimes giving you information about the castle, or something you saw. On the way, some students came to you to tell you they were happy to see you again, and each time, you felt thankful but awkward. But thankfully, Theo didn’t leave your side once, and always let you know who the person was - friends for the most part. They were Slytherins for most, but as you came closer to class, it was a Gryffindor boy, with dark hair, green eyes and glasses, who approached you.

“y/n? Hi, how are you?”

“I’m fine, thank you.” 

You noticed the strange scar he had on his forehead, but it felt impolite to ask him about it. 

“Back off, Potter,” Theo said coldly. “We don’t have time for you.”

“Teddy, don’t be rude,” you frowned.

“I was just asking how she was,” the Gryffindor boy said calmly. “I wasn’t talking to you.” He turned to you with a kind look, “I’m glad to see that you’re alright. But…You really don’t remember anything?”

Theo opened his mouth to answer but you were faster.

“No, unfortunately. If you don’t mind me asking, what’s your name?” 

“Harry,” he simply answered. “I’m Harry. We…” 

This time, Theo sighed.

“It is really kind of you to ask how my girl was, Potter, but if the Chosen One will excuse us, we’re gonna be late for Potions.”

He put an arm around your waist, and before you could say anything, led you to the end of the corridor. You gave Harry a look of excuse, but he only stared at you.

“Teddy, that was rude,” you said as you entered the Potions room. “He was nice.”

“Not all people are as nice as they look, love,” he simply said and you rolled your eyes. 

“But, if he asked me how I was, he must have been a friend, no?”

Theo had a small, annoyed sigh. “That’s a big word. But your closest friend is Pansy. And also Daphne, I guess. If you need more friends, ask Pansy to introduce you to girls from our house. Or at least, who aren’t in Gryffindor.” 

Theo indicated you a seat in the middle of the class, and sat next to you.

“By the way,” you asked, “what is that strange scar he has?”

Theo sneered, “Long story.”

You were about to ask him when Professor Snape came in, and all conversations faded at once. He gave instructions for the rest of the lesson, and you and Theo worked on the potion. You laughed a few times because Theo couldn’t stop making jokes. Snape eventually noticed and came over.

“Mr Nott, do focus on the potion. Miss y/l/n needs to concentrate if she wishes to get back to the same level as the rest of the class, and I think your immature foolishness will make it harder.”

“We’re sorry, professor,” you apologised. “I was a bit nervous, as it is my first class since I got back, and Teddy was only trying to help…in his own way.”

Snape stared at you both and left without a word. Theo and you looked at each other and had a hard time not laughing.

“Dumbledore must have asked him to be nicer to you,” he whispered as he stirred the potion. “Usually, we would have got detention. Or at least a threat of it.” 

The rest of the class went smoothly, and so did the rest of the day, with all the teachers telling you they were there if you needed anything, and helping you if needed. As the last class of the day ended,  you put your book in your bag and rose from your seat. Theo did the same, and you started walking to the door, but Theo didn’t move. 

“Pansy and I need to talk to Professor McGonnagall,” he said. “It’s gonna take a while,” he sighed. “Hey, how about you go to my dorm - it’s the first one after the serpent symbol - and eat the snacks I left there? You used to like them.”

You were a bit surprised, but nodded. You left the class, and walked down the corridor when you heard a voice from your left side.

“y/n!”

You turned your head and saw Harry in a smaller, darker corridor. 

“Harry?”

“Can we talk?” 

Your eyes went to the door of the class, where Theo still was.

“Sure.”

You walked to place yourself in front of Harry, and you noticed he looked at you strangely. 

“I’m sure you’ve been asked this several times, but you don’t really remember anything about your abduction?”

“No,” you shook your head. “Nothing.”

You could have talked to him about the nightmares, but if you didn’t tell Theo, the person you were the closest to at the moment, why would you talk to a stranger about it?

“And,” Harry continued, “what did they tell you about it?”

You frowned, trying to remember the first conversation you had with Professor Dumbledore. “Well, they said I went to, um, Hogsmeade, I think, alone, and that’s where I was last seen. Apparently I was kidnapped because my parents work at the Ministry. They also don’t know where I was being held or how I escaped.” 

Harry thought for a second. “And what did tell you about the Death Eaters?”

You frowned again, “Not much, only that they worked for someone with bad intentions. But I’m aware I was likely interrogated and tortured, though. Why?”

“Nott,” Harry said. “His father used to work for that ‘someone with bad intentions’. Malfoy’s father too. Oh, and, Nott’s best mate Riddle, he’s the son of that someone.”

You tried to register his words. Theo’s father? You knew Theo did not see him much, and never thought much about it. Draco? Who has been nothing but polite and kind to you? And Mattheo, the funny Mattheo who constantly teased Theo like a brother, and was friendly and warm? After all, you didn’t know any of them. For all you knew, they might have lied all along. 

“You…think they know something?” 

Harry shrugged, “Who knows. All I’m saying is that you shouldn’t trust anyone. I…just want you to be safe, okay?” 

He opened his mouth to say something else but kept silent. 

“I’ll be fine,” you assured him. “Don’t worry.”

“I’m here if you need anything.”

You nodded and after giving him a polite smile, you went back to the corridor, and walking down it, you ran into Professor Snape.

“Miss y/l/n.”

“Sir?”

“The Headmaster wishes to see you in his office at once. Please follow me.”

You nodded and followed him through numerous corridors. He made you enter a beautiful room with several windows, where the Headmaster was waiting for you. 

“Professor, Miss y/l/n.”

“Thank you, Severus. Please, Miss, take a seat. Make yourself comfortable.”

You approached his desk, and sat on one of the large grey armchairs - which were far more comfortable than they looked.

“If you allow me, Miss, how do you feel?”

“I’m well, thank you, sir.” 

“And how was your first day here?”

“Very good, sir. I’m glad to be back in class with my classmates.”

 “Good, good. And, one last question, did any of your memories come back?”

You shook your head, “No, sir. I tried to remember anything, even small things, but in vain so far.”

Dumbledore nodded. “I expected it, do not worry. However, if I made you come here today, it’s not only to make sure you are well, but also, giving your answer to my last question, to tell you there is maybe a way to find your memory back.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, “Really?”

“Yes. Please, come”

You rose from the armchair and followed him to a small, beautiful basin you hadn’t noticed. 

“This is a Pensieve,” Dumbledore said kindly. "If I put a memory inside, I can watch it. Even the details I don’t remember will be there. However, in your case, I have a bit of hope that, if you put your head inside, you might find your memory again, or at least some of it.” He paused before continuing in an even kinder voice, “But if you do not wish to try, I will not force you. All you have to do is to say ‘no’ and I walk you to the door and wish you a good evening.”

“I want to try.”

For me, and for Teddy. He deserves it. 

And also to see if they’re all lying. 

Dumbledore smiled, “I’ll admit I’m happy to hear it, young lady. So, whenever you’re ready…You will just need to hold your breath for a moment…"

You nodded and walked to the basin, putting both your hands on it. You held your breath, and, having the reflex of closing your eyes, put your forehead forward in the liquid. Your eyes opened by themselves, but no memory came. No scene with your parents when you were a child,, or here at school with Pansy or Theo. The liquid seemed to move a little, as it was being stirred, but eventually, all you saw was white. You waited for a moment, before going back to the surface. You breathed again, and realised, stupidly, that you weren’t even wet. 

“Nothing, sir,” you said, feeling ashamed as if you had failed an exam or didn’t understand something that even a five year old got. “There was only white.”

The Headmaster nodded, “Yes, so I thought. Trust that I’m sorry, Miss. But I will continue looking for a remedy. In the meantime, if your friends or Mr Nott want to show you a memory they have, my door is always open.” 

“Thank you, sir.”

“I believe it is now time for me to wish you a good rest of your evening.”

“Good night, sir.”

You left the office and, after getting lost a few times, managed to finally find your way to the Slytherin’s common room. You heard familiar voices as you came in, and several faces immediately turned to you.

“y/n!” 

Theo and Pansy rose from the green couches and almost ran to you.

“Where the hell were you?” Theo asked in an angry voice. “We searched for you everywhere.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, not expecting him to behave like that, “I was with Professor Dumbledore, he wanted to see how I was doing.” 

“Oh,” Pansy said. “That explains why we couldn't find you. Well, I have to go to the library to do some homework, so I'll see you both later.”

After Pansy left, Theo took your hand and gave you a large smile.

“I have a surprise for you, amore. In your dorm.”

“A surprise?” you said with a smile. 

“Yes,” he laughed. “Pansy and I actually didn’t have anything to tell McGonagall, we just needed to make sure everything was ready. That’s why I asked you to leave. Come on.”

His hand in yours, he led you to your dorm, where he slightly opened the door. 

“Close your eyes, love.”

A smile on your face, you closed them, and Theo put his hands on your shoulders to lead you in, and once you were inside, he put them around your waist. 

“You can look, baby,” he whispered in your ear.

You opened them, and saw the room had completely been transformed. There were flowers and at least thirty small lights in the air (A/N: Like in Disney’s “Tangled”, except it’s not lanterns) all arranged in a precise manner alongside shooting stars, and on your bed were several snacks and several presents. 

“Teddy! It’s so beautiful!” you said, and, without thinking, kissed him on the cheek.

“I’m glad you like it, cara mia. Come.”

The both of you sat on the bed, and he presented all the snacks - and the drinks - he had brought.

“I only took your favourite,” he smiled. “I can’t wait for you to try them.”

The feeling of guiltiness you had when the Pensieve didn’t work came back and you sighed. Maybe I can at least tell him that I tried somehow… 

“I tried,” you said. “In Dumbledore’s office. He…tried to make me remember, but…nothing came. I’m sorry, Teddy. I really want to remember, I promise you.”

“Amore, don’t be sorry,” he cupped one of your cheeks and pressed a kiss on it. “I know you would do anything to remember. And I know it’s not your fault.” 

You nodded before clearing your throat. “Teddy, I…I have a question.”

“Go ahead, amore.”

“Is it true your father used to be a Death Eater?”

Theo looked at you for a while, with both surprise and confusion.

“What? Who told you?” 

You hesitated, but decided to be honest. “Harry. He came to talk to me after class, and…”

“God damn it!” he said, angry now. “This little fucker always have to ruin things. Ever since we got together, he always tried to put ideas into your head.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “y/n, look, it’s true my father used to work for You-Know-Who, but I don’t know if he went back to him after his return, and I don’t care! He could die and I wouldn’t care! I don’t care about him, what he does or what he believes in. All I care about is us and, well, my friends, but I don’t give a damn about anything else!” 

“Teddy,” you said, “I know you care! I’m not saying you’re like him, but maybe through your father and Draco’s, we could find a way to find out who abducted me.”

Theo looked at you, apparently thinking. “We could try…But even if my father or Draco’s father or even his aunt know something, I don’t see them telling us anything unless we use Veritaserum. And we would have to wait for the next school break to ask them.” 

“I can wait,” you say. 

Theo sighed, “If that’s what you want, we’ll make a plan. But, tonight, can we just celebrate being together?” 

Both his voice and eyes were pleading, and all you could do was nod.

“Of course, Teddy.”

He seemed to relax, and, one by one, handed you the presents. There were books, an album filled with pictures of you and Theo, a small book where Theo had written all your memories together, and, to finish, some jewellery - a gorgeous necklace with a heart-shaped diamond, a ring with a small white flower on it - and you thought there was no more gifts and was about to give him a “thank you” kiss on the cheek but Theo took a small grey bag from his back. 

“This one is special,” he said before handing it to you.

You took it with a smile, and opened it. There was a beautiful, small bracelet inside. You took it out and was about to put it on when Theo reached a hand out.

“Do you mind if I put it on your wrist?”

“Sure.

You gave him your wrist and he put the bracelet, but he didn’t let go of your wrist, looking instead at it and caressing it with his thumb. 

“This bracelet is different from the other gifts,” he said. “I gifted it to you on our first anniversary. It has never left your wrist ever since, except once.” You frowned and he looked at you, “when you got abducted, you lost it. I found it on the ground when I was looking for you, and I knew something was wrong.” 

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before continuing, “Your absence was killing me, cara mia. We were never separated since we got together, you know. Even during school breaks, you invited me to your home. Not only that, I didn’t know where you were and could only imagine what you were going through. Even my dreams were filled with nightmares of you facing unspeakable things alone. I couldn’t think of anything but you and how I missed you. I stopped going to class and going down for meals. I would have done anything to get you back, you know? I know I’m still a stranger to you, y/n, and it’s probably too early, but I love you. More than anything, more than my life. You’re all I have, you know? My mother is dead, my father doesn’t give a damn about me. Sure, I have my friends but you…God, y/n, you’re…everything. All the joy and happiness I have, I owe it to you. You taught me to be kinder with others but also with myself, and to have faith in me and what we had. I never took you for granted, and it hasn’t changed. But now, I can’t stand to be apart from you. I totally understand if you want to take things slow, and I will earn your trust and love again, but, please, just…just give a chance, amore. A chance to show you why I’m your Teddy and why you’re my y/n, and to make up for the time we lost. That, even if you don’t remember it, there is a reason why we were together. If you never get your memory back, it’s fine, I’ll spend hours telling you about every moment we had together in detail, and we’ll create new happy ones. I…love you, y/n.” 

After his last words, there was a silence and you could almost feel the weight of his words sinking in, going straight to your heart. That’s when you realised the attraction and the pull you had felt towards him from the moment you saw him was completely normal because Theo, with his large blue eyes and his adorable accent, was your soulmate. There was no doubt why you had loved him. Unable to say a word, you brought your hands to his cheeks and kissed him. The surprise caused him to not kiss you back immediately, but once he did, it was with all the longing he had felt ever since you had disappeared. One of his hands found your waist while the other was on one side of your neck. Your heart started beating faster and you felt something in your stomach before, all of a sudden, you felt as if you were struck by lighting. Your eyes opened by themselves, and images came rushing into your head. 

You playing with your parents as a child, buying your wand, being sorted into Slytherin, your first conversation with Theo and Pansy, all the classes and exams, your time spent with Theo before you guys dated, the moment you realised you were madly in love with him, your first date and first kiss, all the times you guys cuddled, the first time you spent the night loving each other, and, finally the last time you saw him before your abduction. Then, memories of a dark, dirty room and people wearing black pointing their wands at you, screaming in pain as you swore you didn’t know anything, and then, finally managing to escape and run back to the forest where you passed out. You felt tears coming out of your eyes, and broke the kiss.

“I love you too, Teddy. More than anything,” you whispered. 

He frowned, full of confusion, and you stroked his cheeks. 

“I…I don’t know why, but the kiss, it brought back all my memories back. Our first date was a picnic near the lake, right? That’s when we had our first kiss.”

He didn’t say anything but nodded. “You…You remember.”

It was your turn to nod before hugging him, stroking his hair and inhaling his comforting scent. 

“It’s the bracelet,” he suddenly said before breaking the hug. “When I bought it, the man at the shop told me it had magical properties, but I didn’t listen. I was late for class and wanted to have time to create a surprise for our evening. Maybe it remembers its owner?”

“Maybe,” you agreed. “But whatever it did, I’m glad you decided to give it to me that day. I always saw it as a symbol of our love, and now I truly believe it is.”

Theo nodded and you stared at him, admiring how gorgeous he was.

“I love you,” you said, “my Teddy.”

He kissed you again, this time with passion, and you knew this night was the first of many beautiful new memories together. 

(A/N: The bracelet, as Theo said, was magic. When y/n was abducted, a tear fell from her eye to bracelet, and we know memories can be found in tears. So the bracelet basically saved the memories and when she put it on, her memories came back.)

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COWBOYS LIKE YOU

SYNOPSIS: you should stop letting her through that door

PAIRING: cowboy!abby x reader

WARNINGS: a touch of homophobia

A/N: this isnt great, and makes me sad, but i like it!! trying to be a little less dialogue focused

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“do you have to go?” your voice is soft as abby lets the question linger in the air. “i hate it when you leave. its lonely.”

her fingers slide carefully up and down your arm and she sighs. “im sorry angel.” abby wraps her arms around you and pulls tight, trying to get you as close as possible. “you know it ain’t safe for us out there though.”

you knew she was right, seen first hand just what people think about sappho and her friends. felt the rage and anger that came when two women who just loved each other.

these nights with her were nice. the sun still going down and the heat with it. crickets started their song and birds finishing theirs. you had pulled the sheets up halfway when it cooled, the sweat on yalls skin disappearing with the breeze.

abbys nails were kept short always, but theyd begin to grow out and were gently scratching at your skin. her hair had finally grown out again and you twisted it around your fingers.

when you’d found her that night, you had to bring her back. clean up her hair, her wounds, her clothes. you couldnt leave a sweet thing like her out in the cold to die. or the boy that was with her. you never did see him again, but it meant more time just you and her.

“i can stay one more day. but then i ought to get back on.” she pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead. “you get some rest now, let me make us somethin’ warm and good for dinner.” you whine as she untangles herself from you, but only laughs before leaving the room.

you don’t remember when you nodded off, but you do remember waking up to something smelling good. she stumbled in with a tray full of plates and cups. she smiled when she saw you sit up.

“well good mornin’ sunshine.” you rolled your eyes as abby settled in beside you. “now, no more of that attitude, not when i made you somethin’ nice.”

you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “now i know good and well that you, abby anderson, are not talking.” she returned the eye roll, albeit not very well. “now what is on my menu tonight mrs anderson?”

abby always left without warning, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. but you always managed to make a move on from her, prepared with the fact that she may never be back for you.

you tended to the farm, your cows. made breakfast and dinner each and every day, sweet tea and lemonade for the hot afternoons. you did afternoon tea in the ladies parlor on saturdays and church on sundays. you kept on the way you always did, never missing a beat.

until a fateful cool evening when someone came knocking on your screen, scaring you half to death as you stirred beside the stove. you sighed as you made your way to the door, wiping your hands on the apron you had on.

you nearly tripped over your own feet seeing abby at your door. took everything in you not to rush and pull her in.

she was different than when you last saw her. new clothes, hair in a loose braid, cuts and blood all over. but you didn’t yet even open the door, she had much to say first.

“before i even start, know how sorry i am. know i didnt mean for it to be this long.” she winced as she leaned on her other leg. “i wanted to come, truly i did, but ive been running all over hell’s half acre. i had business.”

you huffed, pulling the door open and taking her with you to the kitchen. “im so sorry angel, please talk to me.” you sat her down on a stool before heading back to your dinner. “what do i need to do to make it all better?”

she quieted down when you didnt respond, watching you cook. she always loved watching you do household things. made her feel right at home again.

she smiled when you sat her bowl down infront of her, stopping and staring with a frown. she wanted to tell you how pretty you were but held off, you scared her quiet a bit. her hands moved to your hips but you slapped them away and grabbed the wet rag she hadnt noticed.

“eat your damn food.” she slowly spooned the meal into her mouth as you wiped at the old cuts on her face. she winced and pulled away but you pulled back. “stop movin’ when im tryna fix you up.” she nodded as softly as possible.

when you finished, you took the rag and half finished plate with you, pulling the fork from abbys mouth. “go wash up, you will not be dirty in my house.” she nodded, though you weren’t looking, and left to the bathroom.

the plate sat on the counter as you heard her harsh steps up your stairs. you held your head in your hands and took a shaky breath.

you didnt expect her to come back. figured it was final this time. and you certainly didnt expect her at your door like that. you had to pull it together though, couldnt let her see you like this.

you washed up and wiped the kitched till it was spotless before heading upstairs to abby. she was still sitting tending to her wounds when you found her. “you’re doing it wrong.” she dropped what she was doing and slouched. “let me.”

you were gentle with your touch, knowing it was always what she needed. she lived such a hard life that sometimes she needed a gentle touch, some loving. “what in the god damn world did you get yourself into this time?” abby sniffed and you looked up for the first time.

“i hate going out there. i dont wanna anymore.” you hushed her, pulled her close. “can i stay?”

“you can do whatever you want.” you kissed her face, running your fingers through her hair. “im here no matter what you decide.” she nodded and squeezed your hand. “now let me fix up these stitches. you have no idea what your doing. bless your heart.” she laughed softly and you copied. “seriously though, sit still for me.”

“im sorry i always leave.”

it was a quiet night. crickets too tired to so much as hum, and the cow sleeping to forget the chill of the dark. the house had a chill but you and abby huddled to ignore it. it was peaceful. you missed this peace.

you hummed in response, leaning on her chest to see her face. “so don’t.” but she said nothing. did nothing. “abby…”

she shook her head. “im sorry.”

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Ooohh please do yan pierro, yan pantalone, and yan dottore. How are they when they are jealous??? Just some jelly yans is just... :>

jealous boy | various yandere! fatui harbingers x reader

pierro

you were at the marketplace, pierro had been told.

meeting up with a man, speaking to him with a bright smile, hugging him tightly, and giving his hand a gentle squeeze before leaving.

pierro tried not to rush to conclusions. perhaps you were meeting with a relative or an old friend, it didn't have to be romantic.

but he couldn't shake off the feeling that it WAS romantic.

but he knew it would seem weird to approach you, asking about your whereabouts and relationship with others.

so he did nothing.

for a long time. he would listen, every day, when it was reported to him that you met up with the same guy once again, speaking with one another or buying stuff.

it was becoming hard to ignore, but he continued to do so - until he couldn't. what pushed him over the edge was the fact that you'd been seeing this guy every day for two weeks.

that's was bothered him.

so he sent for you, and when you arrived, he told you to sit down before asking, "how have you been? I apologize for not being very active with you, I've been busy."

you smiled, knowingly, saying, "i know. its ok, im just happy when i get to see you," you leaned over the table, reaching out to hug pierro but before you could, he stood up, placing a hand in your shoulder, stopping you.

"huh?"

"you must have felt alone, no?" He let go of your shoulder but remained standing.

"i did... but i said-"

"and you wanted someone to rid you of your loneliness?" his head tilted and brow raised. his tone was slow and questioning, but there was a malicious undertone to the words he spoke but you didn't seem to notice it.

"um... yeah, but i-"

"which happened to be the young man you've met with numerous times at the marketplace?"

you stared at pierro silently, lips pursed and pierro tuts, his palms pressing against the table as you said, "... it was supposed to be-"

"a secret, i presume? it's difficult to keep secrets when associated with me. did you not think about that?"

"a surprise. not a secret. you're always working, I wanted to surprise you with a nice dinner but i just... needed the resources to do it. my friend is a chef."

pierro paused before a small smile broke onto his lips, "how childish of me to assume it was anything else," he took your face into his hands, "of course, my (y/n), wouldn't be unfaithful to me."

pantalone

pantalone was gone for the weekend so you went out with friends.

you had fun with them, then went home - and also paid for everything, thanks to pantalone lending you a good sum of more before leaving.

when he came back, everything was fine and normal until he saw your bag of mora was empty, with not even one mora left.

you went out, even after assuring him tbat you'd stay put and wait for him to come back, he felt... hurt.

"(y/n), how have you been," he approached you from behind, while you saw in the dining room, eating, "good, very good," you replied.

"... did you go out?"

"yes."

"with who?"

"a friend, and a friend of a friend."

"even after telling me you'd comfortably wait for me to come back?"

"... sorry," you looked up at pantalone, an apologetic smile on your face, "I'm really sorry."

"ah... do i know these friends of yours?"

you nod, slowly, "well... you know one of them."

"and you spent all of the mora I gave you... when going out, I assume?" pantalone questioned and you nodded.

pantalone had no trouble accepting that he was trying to find a reason to justify why he felt so upset about this. "don't do it again, (y/n), the least you can do is be a trustworthy company, right?"

"You're right, sorry. i won't do it again."

"i trust that you won't. " if you did, pantalone would set up guards around the manor while he was gone, so you wouldn't be able to leave.

dottore

you've been gone for a week and managed to go undetected by dottore.

it was frustrating, not knowing where you are.

tantalizing.

he was frustrated to the point where he had to postpone any experiment he was running because the stresses he felt were unbecoming.

until you finally came back, the next week.

he grabbed you and pulled you into the house, demanding to know where you were to which you replied, "I wanted more experience before I officially became your assistant."

you tried to explain once again but dottore seemed to be hooked up on the fact that you left to work with someone else for a week.

"I asked, and I'll ask once again, what did you do while you were there?" dottore repeated his question, slowly, as if you couldn't understand him.

"I worked. he taught me how to do basic stuff... take notes, follow orders, stuff like that," you pursed your lips watching as dottore nodded, slowly, though he still seemed to be questioning you.

"is following orders hard for you to do, (y/n)?" dottore questioned, watching as yous shrugged, "if you can not follow simple orders, perhaps this job isn't for you?" his voice lowered into a questioning tone.

"no! I won't do it again."

"how can I be sure?" dottore questioned, "are you sure this job is fitted for you?" if not, he'd have to find another way to keep you around, which could end up being difficult, knowing your stubborn nature.

"I'm sure. i won't do things like that again... at least not without asking first." you said, "I just wanted to be a good assistant, though."

"you had nothing to worry about, (y/n), once you were officially mine..." dottore paused briefly, clearing her throat before saying, "... my assistant, i would have taught you call that you'd need to know."

"okay. ill do better in the future."

"i would hope so. do not leave this manor again, without permission from me, or without the assistance of a soldier." dottore watched you nod, almost smiling as you agreed, knowing there would be no easy way for you to leave him now.

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jeremy put on another fake smile on his face, hoping it was convincing enough to everyone there. the fancy and big dinners organized by his family always felt like a chore, today wasn't different. jeremy could see his older brother glaring at him from across the room.

he had showed up vibrant and charismatic as always. he wore the suit tailored for him, he hid his natural curls the way his mother liked, he complimented and smiled to everyone in there. he engaged in conversations. he did everything he was asked to do. and even then, nothing seemed enough to his family.

he knew part of the disapproval this time was due to his new blonde hair. it was the first time jeremy showed it to anyone who wasn't his friends and team. and his family clearly wasn't happy about it. they made sure he knew that, the day he got home with his hair dyed. and they made it clear they expected him to have it dyed back to "normal" the day the current dinner he was at came.

he didn't.

tired of feeling like a deer caught in headlights, he excused himself out of the house. the night air touching his face. he barely had time to properly enjoy his five seconds alone when a voice said behind him.

"running away already?"

jeremy froze, already regretting his decision. at least inside the house his brother wouldn't have how to insult him.

"i just needed some air." his voice sounded so small even to his own ears. he hated feeling like this. this wasn't him.

"so you can lead a whole team different seasons of the year with no problem, but can't spend more than an hour at least pretending to like your family?" his brother's voice raised a bit. jeremy hated how he flinched. "what? not gonna say anything? you out of all people? the one who never knows how to shut up? you who has ruined this family exactly for never shutting the fuck up."

his brother was closer now, his anger made jeremy feel dizzy. he knew this outburst wasn't just because of today. he knew his brother was waiting for an opportunity to get him after jeremy's many successful attempts of sneaking out of the house to not have to talk to him.

"bryson, please, i don't wanna do this now."

"you can't keep running and hiding like a coward forever. look at me." jeremy did, carefully. like any wrong move done by him would start a war. "you always have been so pathetic. i never understood why this family even cared about protecting you in the first place. why they even bothered to help you after everything you caused that night."

jeremy tried to walk away from his brother, but he was faster and grabbed his arm. jeremy did his best to not wince, knowing his brother would thrive from the sensation of hurting him.

"you are such a pest in this family. ruining everything with your stupidity that one time was not enough, you keep on embarrassing yourself. embarrassing us."

"i haven't done anything. i can't and won't change who i am. it doesn't make me ashame-"

"SHUT UP." the grip on his arm tightened. but jeremy went on. he was so tired of accepting the insults, dirty glares and accusations towards him without defending himself.

"you say i'm a coward because i've decided to live and be who i really am and still find happiness in it, while you hide yourself behind this family day by day. hoping to be given the crumbs they're willing to offer you disguised as the promise of a successful future that you never even got to choose yourself."

"im warning you, shut up. you're nothing but a disgusting fa-"

"that's enough, bryson. leave him alone." a third voice interrupted them. their sister. his brother gave him one last glare before letting him go with such force, jeremy almost lost his balance for a bit.

"i despise you. i wish you had gone through with it that night. i wish you successfully had killed yourself."

"bryson!" his sister's voice was almost hysterical now. she went to jeremy's side and their brother finally walked away and entered the house again. "hey, jeremy..."

jeremy didn't notice he had started crying until he felt his sister's fingers on his face trying to wipe away his tears. if possible, that just made him want to cry more. it had been so long since she showed him anything else other than indifference or disapproval.

"he didn't mean it." jeremy's hands were shaking as he gently removed his sister's hands from his face.

"we both know he did. it's okay." do you feel like that, too? do you also wish i wasn't here anymore? was what he wanted to say, to ask.

his sister opened her mouth, but closed it again. there was nothing else to be said. there hadn't been anything to be said between them anymore for a while now.

"get back inside, i'm sure everyone has noticed your absence by now." he tried to give her a smile, his shaky hands searching for his phone in his pocket.

"you're not getting back in?"

"i can't." he could feel his sister ready to argue with him, but whatever she saw on his face made her change her mind. jeremy wondered if he was hallucinating the tears that filled her eyes.

"text me when you get to them safe?

that was the first time the whole night the smile that grew on jeremy's face was genuine. them. laila, cat, jean. jean.

"okay."

his sister nodded and hesitated for a second before walking past him and getting inside the house.

"jeremy? everything okay?" laila's voice filled his ears as she picked his call.

"i'm going home."

"jeremy's coming!" laila warned to probably a very curious cat and jean sitting next to her. "we're waiting. hurry! jean made us a french dish for dinner, can you believe it? this giant ass french man is finally warming up to us!"

giving one last look at the big mansion beside him, jeremy scrubbed on his face to make sure any trace of tear on his cheeks was gone. his hands undoing the gelled hairstyle he had and finally freeing his curls again.

home. he was going home.

[prettypinkporkchop]

heyy :) i loved your last quil oneshot soooo im here to ask for more if that's okay👀 maybe bombshell!reader who keeps flirting with quil and he doesnt know what to do with himself, not knowing if she's being fr or not, while reader gets insecure and rants to the girls about not being sure if quil wants her that way even tho they're imprints ! with fluffy, kinda hurt/comfort ending

You grab Quil's face and kiss his forehead. "You're so freaking hot." You giggle. He shudders under your touch, and his cheeks turn red. "Y-yeah! Thank you! Let's go join the rest of the people." He starts walking toward the empty field in the forest where the pack and imprints sit, enjoying the day. You sigh, hoping he likes you. I mean, he did imprint on you, so like?

You look over and see him talking to Jacob and Embry. He looks upset, and they're glancing at you. Awkward. You sit down next to the girls on grass. "What's up?" You ask. "Loving the weather!" Rachel replies and starts rubbing glitter tanning lotion on her arms. "Damn, Rach! Don't impersonate the vampers. Paul won't like that." Kim snorts. "Glitter is a girls best friend. It looks pretty in the sun!" She argues. "Yeah, so does "Fuckward"". You laugh and cause Emily to giggle. She looks up from her book. "You guys are so adorable and silly." She shakes her head. "What can I say?" Kim leans back with her arms open in a cocky way.

The guys run from the trees to the empty space you girls are. Sam sits behind Emily, Paul sits behind Rachel, Jared behind Kim, Jacob, Embry, Leah, and Seth sit alone. You expected Quil to sit behind you so you could lay back on his chest. Instead, he just sits next to you. You look at him and see his eyes already on you. You grab his arm and pull him down on your lap. He just lets you do your thing, following along with what you want. His body lays out beside you, and he's on his back. His head is in your lap. He's looking up at you. You start running your fingers through his curls. He closes his eyes and smiles. You shut out everyone else, as they seem too engrossed in each other. You start trailing your fingers over Quil's face. Your gentle touches cause his chest to move quickly. Then he opens his eyes, and he softly grabs your hand, placing it beside you and sitting up. You look at him confused, and he just glances away. "Hey, Jacob!" He starts talking to Jake. You sigh and lean back. You felt a kick on your back. "Ow! The hell?" You look and see Paul's foot next to you. "Sorry, y/n! I didn't mean to. You okay?" He smiles. "YUP. Turd." You shove his foot that's inside his shoe.

At the dinner table at Emily's, you sit next to Quil. His hand is in his lap while everyone is talking. You reach and gently wrap your fingers in his. He looks down, then at you, and then shifts a little, going back to chatting. He doesn't let go, but he doesn't grip.

That night, Quil is driving you home. In the truck, you watch how his features look when passing streetlights. "I've never seen anyone so handsome." You whisper. He smiles and shakes his head. "Yeah, sure." He chuckles. That burned a small hole in you.

"Quil!" You call out. You're running toward him out in your yard. You saw him looking around. You're guessing there was a vampire around. "Quil!'' You call out again. He stops and turns to you. You get close to his face. "Hey, why didn't you come inside?" You ask him. He blushes and looks down with a smile. "I didn't know if you wanted me inside or not. I'm just searching for bloodsuckers. We are spread out around the area." He says. You grab his face and look into his eyes. "I want you with me all of the time." You whisper. His eyes widen slightly and get glossy. You see his pupils increase in size, covering most of the already dark iris. "Right. Uhm,-" You know he's about to run off, so you just press your lips on his. You kiss him softly and slowly and keep your hands on his face. He kisses back but seems really confused or second-guessing himself. You don't want to pull away. You never want to stop. This is the first time you're kissing him, and it feels hot hot hot. But, you do pull away. He's stuck on you, reading your face. "Was that okay?" You ask shyly. He nods before turning around and running off. "DUDE!" You groan and walk back inside.

You call Kim, and she agrees to come over and help you out.

"Damn." Kim says while you explain everything. "I mean, I've noticed the distance, but I wasn't sure if it was because you two are taking it slow or what." She says. "No! He never asked me anything. He doesn't avoid me necessarily he just doesn't flirt back or know what to do when I do." You sigh. "Well, I know that he does like you. That's what Jared told me." Kim smirks. This makes your ears perk. "He does?!" You say surprised. "Yes! For God's sake, he imprinted on you!" She laughs. "Well, I've been trying, and I just feel really embarrassed now. If he likes me, why won't he say it?" You ask her. "I have an idea." She pulls out her phone. She calls Jared. "Babyyy!!!!" He calls out. "Hey, you're on speaker. I'm with y/n." She says. "Oh." He coughs to make his voice deeper, trying to be more manly because you just heard his baby voice to Kim. You burst into laughter. "What's up?" He asks. "Well, she's been trying to flirt with Quil. She just kissed him, and he ran off. What's going on?" She asks. Jared laughs so hard. "This didn't come from me, girl. Okay? Quil has never had any luck with girls. He thinks y/n is trying to mess with him." He explains. This shatters your heart. "Where's he right now?" You ask. "Home. But if you tell him I said this, your ass is grass." He warns. "Yea, right, Cameron." You laugh. "You should go, y/n. Really. I'll head over to Jared's." Kim says with a soft smile.

You bang your hand on the white door to the small house. The door opens, and there stands a tired Quil. "Y/n?" He asks. "We need to talk." You said. "Yeah, sure." He says, rubbing his eyes and opening the door for you. You step in and see that he has the terrible painting you made for him, hanging up above his small TV. "What's wrong?" He asks, turning on the lamp by the couch. You see his body and have to force yourself to keep your eyes up on him. "Do you not see?! Are you blind?!" You yell. All of the emotions come out. He stands there, staring with confusion. "I have held your hand, I've told you I think you're handsome, I've given you gifts, I have flirted, I just fucking kissed you, Quil!" You yell. You step closer to him. "No woman has ever wanted me." He replies. "I'm not any woman!" You scream, causing him to back up a bit. But you step forward. "I'm in love with you. Do you not love me?!" You start to cry. He shakes his head, clenching his jaw, and then gets right in front of you. "You don't know how much I love you." He growls and kisses you. You're taken my surprise but wrap your arms around his neck. He places his hands on your sides, and you can feel, for once, how he feels. He pulls away and rests his forehead on yours. You run your fingers through his curls. "I'm sorry, I'm so stupid. I just didn't believe a beautiful woman like you could ever go for a guy like me." He chuckles. His breath hitting your face. "They're just idiots. I'd kill for you, Ateara." You whisper. "I have a lot to make up for, don't I?" He asks. "Yes." You respond. "Here." He says, grabbing your hand and taking you into his room. "Have you showered tonight?" He asks. You nod your head. "Okay, do you want to change into my clothes and sleep here tonight?" He asks, digging through his dresser. "I'd love that." You smile. He grabs a shirt and hands it to you. The swift movement gives you a waft of his scent. Ugh!!!! Yes! "I'll close my eyes." He turns his body around with his hands over his eyes. "Don't be shy, Ateara." You taunt. You take your shoes off and then your clothes, leaving your underwear. You pull his shirt over your head. It's so comfortable!!! "You're good." You say. He turns to face you and his reaction is:

He's blushing and giggling. "I never thought I'd see you in my clothes. I'm so happy you're my imprint." He gushes and brings you into his chest. He's holding you tightly. You fall into his touch. "I love you." You say. "I love you more." He kisses your head. He pulls away and leads you to his bed. "You can choose a spot. Sleep where you want." He says awkwardly. You sit down on one side, and he walks the other way, sitting down next to you. He straightens out the blanket, laying back, pulling it up and pulling you down with him. He covers both you and him. He wraps an arm around your waist and kisses the back of your head. "You belong to me now." He chuckles and tightens his grip around you.

[dreamwritersworld]

Favorite crime. Final part (miles morales x reader)

before we get started I just want to say please send in requests! I’ll see if I can do them I love writing angsty stories! 💓 please read my little notes at the end just to see some of my thoughts throughout writing

When miles finally returned home..saved his dad, all was well in his universe. The only thing hurtful was instead of grieving for his father..they were grieving for her.

Y/n…

his partner in crime..

his willing accomplice..

his alibi..

his favorite singer..

his favorite person..

his lover..

Gwen was no longer someone he wished was there instead, all he wished for was Y/n. He forgave Gwen and everyone once again…but no once can replace Y/n. Not when she was the one who defended him and gave up everything for him.

Miles and Miguel settled their differences and Miles put in one last request that could never be accepted.

*

“Please! Just let me go back and save her! She can’t be happy there! I know it! Please..”

“Miles. You know I can’t! You fixed your timeline, you got your dad. She gave her life up for you and him! Just take it.”

“I can’t..it’s wrong! I just handed her away and I don’t even know what he’s doing to her?! I don’t know if she’s ok.”

Miguel couldn’t hear or handle talking gently to miles not when he was so persistent on something he knew couldn’t be fixed.

“Miles! Stop! Just stop! She wasn’t tied down to your universe! She had nothing there! Just your parents and you. She gave that up to save you and your dad. How many times do I have to say it?!”

“…please-“

“No! She doesn’t even remember you! She’s making her life there! She forgot all about you! I made sure Miles 42 didn’t remember you or his uncle! I fixed that. But y/n forgot you on her own..that wasn’t my doing.”

Miles broke down on his knees to this news…he couldn’t take it, not when she was always meant to be his.

“…let me see her..I won’t do anything just let me look at her..from a far.”

“Fine..but you have to promise you won’t even try to do anything. She’s healing that universe and that version of yourself. It’s only ok that she’s there because now they have a spider-women to fix and protect them. Don’t try anything kid.”

Miles agreed and opened a portal immediately to see Y/n…

*

when miles arrived..he went straight to his home..and there she was.

Y/n was cuddled up beside him giggling as she played with his curls, he had finally took out his braids listening to his girlfriends advice.

“Miles! Stop tickling me!”

Her sweet laughter was heard once again while miles picked her up and got off the bed twirling her around the room.

“Ahh! Im getting dizzy! Babe put me down!”

After awhile Miles did and both of them fell back onto the bed giggling and staring at the spinning ceiling.

A creak at the door caught their attention as Rio looked at them with a playful stern face.

“You two, always playing around! Cmon and eat, food’s ready!”

Both teens smiled at Rio as she walked away, silence was still between them

“….whoever gets there first gets to buy dinner tomorrow!…”

“Oh you know I won’t let you win princesa!”

Miles 1610 couldn’t help but witness everything in sorrow. Princesa was always his nickname for her…it all started when they were kids…

*flashback*

“…Y/n aren’t you grounded?”

Miles was so surprised to see his best friend at his front door.

“My parents didn’t even notice I left! My father is overreacting! How was I supposed to know they were arguing? I just walked in by accident and he got mad I saw them fighting.”

The little 8 year old had a lot of sass yet gentleness in her voice but Miles knew she was right.

“Well come in! Im here to save you!”

Y/n giggled at the silly statement

“I came here on my own! What are you pretending to be? My night and shining armor?”

“If that’s what you want princesa! I am here! And now we are going on a conquest to fight off bad guys!”

“Ok! Let’s fight! You and me! Together forever! ”

*

So it was true…she did forget Miles 1610. It didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt, she cried and mourned for days but soon enough…she forgot why. Her brain has so traumatized that it just made everything a blur for her.

She learned to love Miles 42, that wasn’t hard for her. However it wasn’t an easy road..she had to guide him into giving up that life. He gave up being the prowler for her. Y/n was saving the world left and right and what made her the happiest was coming home to Rio and Miles. In many ways she healed herself and him.

Miles 1610 couldn’t believe it…he didn’t want to see it. If he were to leave right now, he’d be dragging his feet and dreading it…maybe just for a little while…just a little longer..he’ll stay.

It was truly bittersweet to think about the damage that they did..how they overcame it. In a way Y/n did everything just to call Miles her’s. And she’d do it all over again.

When they came back from eating Miles 1610 became invincible once again staring at them from the corner of his room.

“You knew I was gonna win and nowwww we’re going out to eat pizza tomorrow and I’m paying!”

“Ughhhh I hate you!”

Y/n didn’t mean it…she said it with a smile on her face.

“Yea right..you know you love me.”

“yea…I do.”

They shared a kiss and Y/n held the brightest smile.

“Mmh…right now I’m getting a spidey sense and it’s saying…go downstairs to get snacks! I’ll be right back! You stay here and pick out a movie! It should be quick!”

“Princesa you know i don’t want you going out by yourself-“

“Excuse meeeee! I’m spider-women! I got this! I’ll be right back and change into comfy clothes!”

Miles 42 changed into his regular comfortable clothes the one that Miles 1610 was wearing…a white t-shirt and grey sweats..perfect.

Miles 1610 followed Y/n outside and followed her to the tiny bodega down the street.

“Y/n! Here to get the regular? Or are you trying new snacks with miles!”

“Ehhh I was going to get regular but now that you say that I might try some new chips.”

Miles 1610 walked in right after her and Mr.Delmar greeted him as well taking him by surprise.

“Miles! You doing good?”

“huh? Oh- yea yea of course!”

Y/n turned around confused

“Miles? I thought I told you to pick the movie!”

Here it goes, miles was going to play along with it…he’d do anything to speak to her just for awhile.

“I did princesa! Just wanted to make sure you were ok!”

Y/n giggled and took his offering hand guiding him to pick their snacks. Miles had missed her for so long…missed her touch…her candy sweet scent..her voice.

“…what do you think about trying out blue takis? we usually always get the purple ones.”

Miles stared at her admiring all her features, taking her in and falling in love with her all over again.

“…miles?..babe come back to earth!”

He shakes his head yes and just agreed to whatever she wanted…he couldn’t resist not holding her closer any longer.

“I miss you.”

Y/n couldn’t be anymore confused then she was right then and there.

“babe! We’re with each other right now! What do you mean?”

It was affection like that, it made Y/n laugh right in his face..they had each other right? So what was up?

“I know but I just…I miss you all the time even when I’m with you, I love you.”

“I love you too..”

The two shared a kiss and walked up hand and hand at the register paying for their snacks and walking home.

When they approached the building miles knew he needed to leave..he gave her one last quick kiss and requested one last race with her.

“Whoever gets upstairs first wins!”

“What? Babe!”

Miles ran upstairs and went out the window in the hallway rushing his way into the room to watch Y/n and Miles 42 once again.

Y/n walked in out of breath, exhausted.

“Damn babe, going up the stairs..I just realized you always beat me at races..what movie are we watching?”

Miles 42 didn’t question what she had said considering he raced her earlier before dinner, he laughed at her exhaustion and pulled her into him to cuddle once again.

“I was thinking about fast and furious or something?”

“Our favorite movie? Shockerrrr! You know I’m always down to rewatch it mi amor!”

Miles 1610 sighed in jealousy. He now had envy for another version of his life…he wished he had her in every way. He missed her and he hoped that she was genuinely ok.

Y/n was meant to be his lover forever in his dimension but due to him telling her to go…he changed her path. Miles committed a crime…oh but she was his favorite crime. Since they didn’t talk for weeks and she took a walk by herself in attempts to heal her wounded heart…she got bit. When she gave herself up for him...Y/n opened a door to save the most broken version of Miles. They healed each other in that dimension but…Miles 1610 cried for nights thinking about Y/n…the girl who forever had his heart.

!❤️💙!

there was tiny parallels here! The way miles and Y/n still played around and got caught by Rio! Just like they did when they were kids! The way Miles 1610 watched Y/n from afar with Miles 42 having the same feelings and hurt she did when she saw him with Gwen! Then the whole thing with Miles calling her Princesa! If you haven’t noticed I kinda tried to coordinate the song with the story. Hope you loved it 🫶 stay safe

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[ninmnoi]

— Stop, you’re losing me.

mingyu x reader || angst.

summary ; trying to save an already failing relationship is a lot harder when he forgets your birthday.

(not proof read lol)

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Its your birthday, you’ve never made a big deal about it tell you met him. You still remember his shocked face and loud “WHAT” when you told him you dont found your birthday a big deal, its just another day. Ever since then, he always celebrated your birthday in fun surprises and dinners. He made it so important and meaningful for you, and the big part of that is because you know he’ll be there.

So your nothing short of despair when its past 5pm and he hasnt once messaged you. It’d be another thing if he just didnt message happy birthday, you wouldve been okay with goodmoring.

You sigh putting your phone down, bitting your lip as your eyes water. It shouldnt be this serious, you’ve never even cared about your birthday before, so why dose it hurt so bad now?

Mingyu

That god damn Mingyu.

He used to be such a soft spoken soul, aiding to your needs as you do with him, those first few years of your relationship. He confessed to you in your own backward, he put his effort and time into it. You can even smell the flowers that lead to Mingyu, see the lights that brightened his soft smile, that swift hair and tall figure standing nervously fiddling with the bouquet in his hands. And who could forget the blush that tainted his face and ears, tears threatening to jump out after you said “yes.”

Now, your even lucky if he stays with you a whole day. Its always this or that driving him away. When he left your sisters engagement dinner because a friend of his needed help moving in, or when he canceled a date because he forgot a “really super duper important project” as he said. The nights he wouldnt call, the empty king bed. The second toothbrush that hasnt been moved in 2 weeks.

It drove you insane, but you still gave him the benefit of the doubt.

“Maybe he’s busy”

“Hes probably sleeping”

“God his phone must’ve died”

Your friends would yell at you over text, spamming you with the reality check you needed, but never could deposit. After pacing around the kitchen trying to ignore the cute cake you bought with a sad candle slowly sinking into it. You pick up your phone and call him.

Ring…

Ring…

Ring…

*click!*

Did he just hang up on you..?

No, he would have to be crazy.

You call again.

Same fucking thing, even quicker just 2 rings in.

You open his contact info, trying to see where his location would put him.

“No Location Found.” You curse, what is he hiding? Your mind leads to the one scenario you’ve been dreading, infidelity. The thought of him cheating makes you wanna throw up, but sadly its a most common event. You’re just so done with everything, putting the cake away into the fridge and changing clothes. Its now 6:42pm and with the major headache you have, you simply decided to sleep it off. Hugging the build-a-bear Mingyu bought you a year back, it muffles your sobs, soaking in the tears.

It’s cold and dark when your awaken by an extra weight adjusting it’s self onto the right side of the bed. You recognize it all to well. Mingyu pulls the covers over himself, giving you a small peck on the tip of your ear.

“You’re home” you say, your drowsy and hurt voice clear.

“Yeah- im sorry im so late” he whispers to you

“There's cake in the fridge”

“Cake? For what”

You sigh, “My birthday”

You can hear his breathe hitch.

“Fuck- Baby im so sorry. I didnt mean to forget. I was just so bus-.”

You sit up.

“Busy,? from what? So busy you couldnt even text? Because clearly it wouldnt have taken as much time as hanging up on me and turning off your location did. So if ‘busy’ is some new slang for ignoring then that makes way more sense.”

“I didnt even know you called, i swear. My location should be on babe.. I” He mumbles on

“Then whos hanging up on me? Making sure i dont know where your at? Is she fun?”

Mingyu’s eyes widen

“What are you talking about?”

“Her, you know.. Is she attractive? What is it huh? Skinner than me? Or maybe blonder? Or is because you dont need to be responsible for her?

“Baby no, its none of that.” He grabs your shoulders.

“I love you, calm down”

“How can i?” You exclaim, jumping off the bed.

“You missed my birthday! I waited for you like some stupid dog! I felt so stupid.”

“I dont understand, birthdays were never that big of a deal for you”

“They werent until you made it a problem! Now look at me” you say, the tear stained face and puffy cheeks evident.

Mingyu gets up, walking over to you.

“I know ive been distant, let me make it up to you”

“Where were you tonight?”

He stays quiet for a moment, taking a deep breathe

“My friend he uh… invited me to a club” he quietly says.

“Oh. Okay.”

“Okay..?”

“Mingyu, get out”

“What?” His heart drops.

“Get out! Did the club music deafen you?? I want you gone” You yell, tears streaming down your face as you push him out. Though you have little to no affect of moving his body, it makes it all the more depressing.

“Okay…Okay..” He quietly says, grabbing his phone off the dresser. Looking down at you with remorseful eyes. His heart aching at the messed up state your in. And its because of him, god.

You slam the door behind him, locking it. You sigh before faintly walking back to your bed.

And theres your build-a-bear, ready to be hugged and to soak all your tears again.

Atleast, that comforts you.

[equallyshaw]

home, at last. | luke hughes ↠ can be read as a standalone, but first part. ↠ warnings: smoking and maybe a swear word? ↠ word count: 3.0K

over the past two years, blair and luke had grown up immensely. luke also finished his degree in kinesiology and blair had finished hers in art history at the university of glasgow, after transferring from umich. after graduation, she cut her hair, got layers, and added highlights; something she had always wanted to but was too nervous about it. she also dawned a new wardrobe, and honestly - a demeanor. more reserved, and quiet. after returning to edinburgh to be with her parents and her childhood friends, she outgrew that outgoing and sporadic personality and was now more tamed. after her and Luke’s breakup, it seemed only fitting to work on herself for herself. no one else. she just didn't expect herself to find herself flying to new york for a job interview, for lead coordinator at the metropolitan museum - aka the met. when she went to go book her ticket, she giggled to herself knowing that she had foolishly kept the money that luke had sent over when they broke up, thinking that she'd need it for a rainy day and not a plane ticket. her parents though, thought it was the universe trying to tell her something but she brushed it off, even as her friend group told her the same exact thing.

once she was off the plane and checked in at the soho house- in the meatpacking district she and a friend from michigan were on their way to dinner. they secured an uber and were off as quickly as they could, but with nyc traffic at 7 pm- it would be a hike.

_

the two had been eating their charcuterie board over a bottle of wine, when jessica- her friend saw who had walked in. she swallowed hard, looking back at blair who hadn't noticed. "but are you 100% on moving here? or you're just seeing whatever the met says and if you get any other offers?" and blair shrugged. "honestly yeah, just weighing my options." she said sipping more wine, "im gonna head to the bar to get a martini. need anything?" she questioned and jessica shook her head. blair stood up, turning on her heel and towards the bar. she weaved in and out of the aisle, not aware of her surroundings and who was in them. she slid up to the bar and smiled at the bartender who took her drink quickly, and was off to make it. she knocked her knuckles on the bar a few times before she heard the nasily and infamous voice, "if it isn't miss britain." she heard jack hughes snarl playfully. she rolled her eyes as she looked over, and took in how much he had matured since she'd seen him last. and for the first time in his life, he'd apparently learned how to take care of his dark curls.

"you know im not british, wanker." she taunted before taking the martini from the bartender. "oh i know, i couldn't pass up the opportunity to say it again, like old times." he said cheekily and she rolled her eyes once more sipping some of the cold drink. "he's here right now, if that's what you are wondering." he said stepping a foot closer towards the girl. she looked up at him with a look, jack could not totally decipher. she nodded, before turning to walk away. he grabbed her free arm softly and she looked back at him, "you really hurt him b. really badly. even then, he still misses you." he said softly and she shook her head before turning to walk away.

she felt like she couldn't breathe. this black, long sleeve turtle neck body suit was suffocating her. she made it back to the table and set her drink, "im gonna go outside for a sec." she said grabbing her bag without waiting for a response from her friend. her friend watched her walk out in concern, then look towards the hughes and co table who too, watched her walk out.

yeah blair knew this was a bad habit to have, but only reserved it for certain moments. it was something she took on, after the two had broken up. call it influence, by the city of edinburgh. she pulled out a cigarette from her purse and quickly lit it. she leaned against the wall that was half a block down and away from the main street. she felt herself slowly coming down from her anxiety attack, and felt herself begin to feel somewhat light again. people walked past her in both directions in the meatpacking district, and the distraction and noise were plentiful and exactly what she needed. she closed her eyes for a few seconds before hearing snicker beside her. her eyes whipped open quickly and searched for the source. she sighed when she met luke's eyes, and shook her head. she breathed in one last puff, before dropping it to the ground and stepping on it.

"i never took you as one to ever smoke, blair." he said and now it was her turn to snicker. "im not the same girl, luke." she mimicked his tone, crossing her arms across her chest. he shook his head trying to find words to say. "im not the same that that i once was, sorry luke." she said beginning to walk past him. he turned around quickly, grabbing ahold of her arm softly. she stopped, looked at his hand then back at him, and she saw the tears pool the familiar shade of hazel. "you came." he said softer and she nodded while tears pooled her own eyes. "but not for the reason you think." she said untangling her arm from his hand while breaking both of their hearts in the process. she began her descent back towards the restaurant and saw her friend Jessica, standing outside the restaurant with their coats. "wanna head back to my place?" she questioned and blair nodded profusely.

leaving a sad luke in her wake.

_

two days later she was walking out of the met museum with a smile on her face and quickly called her mom and dad back home. "hi hun-" she cut her mom off, "i got the job!!!" she beamed while sitting down on the cold, marble steps in front of the museum. her mom and dad cheered loudly on the other side and she could not help but laugh. "you two alright im not coming back, right?" she questioned and her mom laughed. "ofcourse not love, new york is where you're meant to be! we'll always be here if you ever need to want to come home." her mom said and that made her heart swell. "do you have a place already or?" her mom questioned and the girl nodded. "yeah! jessica actually has an extra bedroom she's been trying to find somebody to rent so ill be with her for some time on the east side." she said smiling. "oh love, we are so proud of you! truly." her dad said and she nodded, "i love you both. ill send you details for the rest of my stuff, alright?" she confirmed and then they hung up.

she sighed, stood up, and began her descent back toward her new shared apartment. once

as soon as she walked through the door, she was speechless. she thought her friend was going to be at work and definitely not at the apartment and with somebody. "oh my god, blair!" jessica said standing up and making her way over. "how'd it go?" she questioned trying to gauge the girl's reaction. the Scottish girl could not get over the fact that luke's teammate was in the same vicinity as her. she could not look away from the blonde boy, who was stunned as well. "uh i i got it." she mumbled, heading over towards her bedroom and shut her door. as blair sat down at her vanity to unwind and remove her hair/ makeup, dawson explained how they knew one another. dawson and the girl got along well once luke came over for playoffs and had enjoyed facetiming the two during finals. blair heard the apartment door close before a knock came at her's.

jessica didn't wait for a response before opening the door, and peeking her head in before sitting down on the bed. "i didn't know, i promise. he never said anything, i can stop seeing him if-" but blair waved her off. she turned around in the vanity chair and smiled, "i don't care that you two are together. not at all, i was just shocked. you hadn't said anything or given any clues and therefore i was shocked but if you're happy, im happy." she smiled before walking over and wrapping her arms around the red head. jessica smiled, "im so glad i kept bothering you while you went back home." she mused and blair giggled. "me too, even though i hated the time difference." blair joked before pulling away. "now go call dawson back up here, i wanna say hi to him." and jessica didn't need to be told twice.

_

it was like time had never passed for dawson and blair, who hit it off well again. jessica's heart swelled at the sight of it. dawson caught up with how blair had been, what she'd been up to the past almost three years and jessica and he explained how long they'd been talking for, and then how long they'd been exclusive. "you got THE job?" dawson questioned and blair nodded softly. "oh my god, this is huge!" he said excitedly as she blushed. when luke and her had been together for that short period in jersey, luke had explained that she had wanted to work at the met or a nearby museum but the met was the end goal for her. and now here she was, freshly graduated and extra ready for the role.

"does luke know?" was the next question out of his mouth and blair swallowed harshly. she shook her head no, "no he does not. he doesn't even know im still here. he probably hasn't even thought about me or does in general." she said sipping some of her fresh expresso she had made. he laughed, "oh bless your heart." he said and jessica slapped his arm a little too harshly, "that's NOT what that means daws." she said while dawson looked confused. "its an insult babe." jessica explained more before dawson began to apologize. "its all good! but he does not think about me dawson, don't lie." she said sighing. dawson shook his head, "you'd never think you two had been broken up. he keeps up with you on social media, yknow? has asked jessica questions without any luck and has asked people back at michigan ive heard." dawson explained, and blair's eyebrows creased. "youre pulling my foot." she said and he shook his head, "its true. it can be a lot sometimes." jessica said butting in. blair sighed leaning back into the couch more, "ive moved on guys, there's never gonna be an 'us' again. im confidant he would say the same thing." she said sighing, "who's money did you use to get your ticket?" jessica asked cheekily. she looked over at jessica with a bit of a glare, "you mean the infamous money transfer?!" dawson asked and jessica laughed. blair put her face in her hands in embarrassment as jesscia and dawson gushed about the money. "if he knew that you used his money to get a one way ticket here, he'd ask you to marry him the second he found out." dawson gushed and blair sighed, not particularly fond of their attitudes but brushed them off.

_

it was a month later, when jessica was able to convince blair to go to a devils hockey game. dawson had always said that if she wanted to join jessica, he would get her ticket far away from the ice so luke couldn't or lets be honest, jack is more to worry about than luke. so they found themselves in the balcony, in the furthest 200's you could get. blair was very set on not having luke or jack or anybody else recognize her. the two sat down in one of the first rows, and got comfortable. "when was the last game you went to again?" jessica questioned softly and blair thought for a second, "whatever the last home game was during the Carolina series." blair said shrugging while jessica nodded. "they've come a long way since then. the season afterwards was apparently rough dawson said, last year the got better and this year their really good. finally back in the cup talks apparently." jessica mentioned and blair nodded. "this feel like old times, us at the yost and what not." jessica mused sipping her drink and blair chuckled. "except this time you're dating a player and im just along for the ride." she laughed and jessica nodded. "oh! its starting." she said as the players began to filter out for the anthem.

it was hard not to find luke as soon as he filtered out, and blair found herself in a trance. jessica looked on from beside her, and couldn't help but have a small grin on her face. blair would go to the end's of the earth exhaustingly, and attempt to never ever, confess that she still loved the curly haired boy.

_

the devils ended up beating the flyers 5-3 with luke and dawson both getting a goal in the game. jessica and blair waited back in the balcony before heading down and going to a certain part of the arena to wait for dawson. "usually we meet in the girlfriend and family's box but dawson said to meet here, away from there." jessica explained and blair nodded. blair leaned against the wall, her left leg shaking with nerves. "do you want a smoke?" jessica questioned and blair shook her head, "nah imma wait till we get back and i can sit on the balcony." she said shutting her eyes softly. jessica nodded, "i know, i know its a bad habit. save me the lecture, luke already tried giving me one. i don't need two in a short period of time." and jessica giggled. "yeah im def not the one to judge or give you one." jessica said as she caught dawson walking towards them. "hey babe." blair heard beside her and saw dawson and jessica hugging. "great game!" blair said giving dawson a quick hug, "thanks b." he smiled before pulling jessica's hand into his and the three began to make their way out of the arena. "some of the guys are going out for dinner, wanna join?" he questioned jessica and then looked at blair behind them. she waved him off, "nah im good." and dawson nodded. jessica gave him a small smile, as he turned back around. the three of the hopped into the SUV quickly before making their way towards the manhattan.

blair had been outside on her fire escape for the past 25 minutes and had yet to smoke like she had originally planned to. instead, she took a bottle of red wine and sat out there drinking from the cap. her head whipped towards the window, after hearing a knock at her apartment door. she sighed, standing up, and walked over towards it with the bottle still in hand. she opened it and almost dropped the bottle of red wine. she swallowed harshly, tears pricking her eyes.

"i waited three years for you to come home, i waited three years for you to say something. or at least attempt to contact me, and now that you're here - for good, you don't say anything?" luke confessed, and blair sighed. she opened the door further for him to come in, and then proceeded to set the bottle of wine down. she placed her hands on her hips, staring at the ground. "you don't know how many times i wanted to luke, but i hurt you! i didn't have the right to say something knowing what i did. besides luke, you could have reached out too! yknow?" she said looking up to face him now. luke knew that, his whole family had said it too. "you don't know the amount of nights i couldn't fall asleep because of the guilt that i felt, that would eat me up at night, make me sick, i wanted to luke but it wouldn't have been right. it never felt right the amount of times i was going to text or call you." she now confessed, as luke stood a few feet from her with a stance mirroring hers.

"you look different, a good different." she said taking him in, and then a small frown appeared once she saw that his curls were gone. completely broken now. "you do too. a great different." he said and she sighed, "what?" he questioned. "you don't even hate me, luke! you're supposed to hate me!"she said - yelling now. he grinned as he shook his head, "its always been you, even with your stubborn head of yours. i promise, i tried moving on. i did, but it all came back to you. every girl that i went out with, always ghosted me or screamed at me because i wasn't giving them enough attention or what they wanted. i was and still am stuck on you. you're my girl, b. my forever girl." he said breaking her heart. her eyes swelled with tears as she looked at him and she couldn't help but smile softly. "you're home blair, you're my home." he pleaded, and she shook her head. she clasped her eyes shut, feeling herself begin to cry.

even when she begged him and the universe, for him to hate her - he wouldn't. he would never. luke walked up towards the girl and wrapped his arms around her. that made her sob even harder, and that made him tighten his arms. "ive missed you so much, lukey." she said into his chest and he nodded. "i know i know, i know." he repeated, and having her in his arms made him emotional. he voice broke with those works and that made blair pull back a bit before reaching up and grabbing his cheeks. she pulled him for an emotional and passionate kiss.

they were home.

hope you all enjoyed! ngl this is my first piece in almost a month lol

[steveharrington]

can you elaborate on how fanon nancy is different from canon nancy?

yes <3 when i made that post i was mostly referring to how often i see people seeming to write nancy as like the voice of reason within the group or even the one who provides comfort and stability to others and i just personally don’t think that fits her at all. i think that dilutes what makes nancy so interesting, honestly!! 1. she is not very reasonable and 2. she has trouble expressing herself in a way that other people understand.

1. nancy’s defining character trait imo is her passion. in seasons 1 and 2 she literally v physically cannot accept just allowing barb’s death to be uninvestigated and subsequently covered up, even when steve tries to reason that going along with the cover up is the safest option that ensures no one gets hurt. nancy still can’t allow that to happen and moves forward with her plan to bring barb’s death to light despite it being dangerous and potentially hopeless because she’s acting on her instincts and her love for barb, not on the safest option. in season 3, again, jonathan tries to reason with her and persuade her not to investigate the rats any further for fear of losing their jobs, but in nancy’s mind it’s worth the risk. now im not saying nancy is dumb, because shes canonically extremely smart and even when she does take risks, they’re calculated and planned. but it kinda grinds my gears when people depict her as this levelheaded by-the-books kind of person when she has demonstrated multiple times that she will simply do whatever the fuck she wants, if she feels it’s justified

2. this one moreso, i feel like nancy has fallen victim to that trend of having characters talk like they’re 10 years into therapy. i see this a lot in ship-related content for her, whether it’s jancy or ronance or stoncy, etc. people will often have her make these declarations of love very outright and talk through whatever issues she’s having with someone, which is so….. she doesn’t do that 😭 she historically struggles to bridge the gap between someone else’s position and her own, and it clearly frustrates her. case in point, she isn’t honest with steve until she’s drunk! then afterwards she still struggles to communicate, to the point that in the alleyway scene steve just fully walks away after she fails to respond at all to his questions. with jonathan she’s the same way—their big car argument is clearly frustrating to her and ends with her simply saying “you don’t know what it’s like” after jonathan gives a multi-point argument explaining his point of view. even at the very end of s4, the most recent scene we have of her, there’s so much that isn’t being said between her and jonathan. they’re not being forthcoming with each other. even with robin, she can’t express why robin’s presence is clearly bothering her in s4, even after robin openly gives her the chance to be honest and says “please tell me if im coming off badly”. there’s an enduring lack of communication in nancy’s relationships, and that makes total sense because she doesn’t have a good example of a healthy relationship in her own home. her parents just leave the dinner table when they’re upset with each other. so it blows my mind seeing depictions of her where she’s like “guys our feelings are all valid <3” like she would nottttt say that omg. she may Think it, and Want to express it, but i think it’s a disservice to what makes nancy interesting to just skip 5 years in her emotional development and suddenly have her acting as this mother-figure of the group who addresses everyone’s feelings concisely and plays it safe.

i think it’s a liiiittle bit stemming from misogyny. the “mom friend” trope is kinda pushed on her automatically, even amidst mom steve jokes, because she’s a girl in the group so she MUST attend to everyone’s feelings and make sure all the kids have snacks or whatever. it just does not reflect the more interesting and unique character we see on screen

[jxfndm]

JEREMIAH FISHER X FEM! READER - FLUFF

“im right here with you”

warnings! - dni if youre uncomfortable with: alcohol mentions, mentions of pregnancy

quick a/n - THIS WAS IN MY HEADDDDDD and its just such a cute idea lol, enjoy <3

jeremiah fisher

"Baby, you sure you’re feeling alright?" I questioned Y/N. She looked pale and just not like herself.

She gave me a look, one signaling to stop asking her. I’d been asking her on the car ride over and at home. The past few days she’s been feeling tired and nauseous. The thing about Y/N is that she’ll tough out any sickness because she hated worrying me.

"Jere, I’m fine. I told you, I just think the dinner from the other night was a little old. That’s all." she stated blankly, giving me a half reassuring smile. I sighed, rubbing the top of her hand before nodding my head.

I was determined to find out what’s wrong. But maybe she’ll feel better after seeing Belly, that was her best friend. Girls time always made her feel better.

We were at Belly’s 21st, and everyone was here. It was nice to be around the gang again, especially because it was here in Cousin’s. Me and Y/N moved to our own place at the beginning of the year and haven’t had a chance to come down till now. This was nice.

"I’m going to grab a beer, do you want anything? Even a water?" I asked, my voice raised over the blaring music. Y/N smiled before responding, "Just water."

I nodded, as I walked over to the cooler. By the time I had arrived back into the living room, I had seen Belly and Y/N sitting on the couch. She was beaming, but still looked off. Maybe she just needed some space, it wouldn’t hurt to catch up with Con and Steven anyway.

I walked over and handed Y/N the bottle of water as I rubbed her shoulder. She gave me a smile and mouthed a “thank you”.

I leaned down to her ear, "I’m gonna find the guys. Just text me if you need anything."

She nodded and gave me a quick peck before settling back unto her conversation with Belly. I quickly greeted Belly as I walked off to find the guys. I just hoped Y/N was okay.

y/n

I had been talking to Belly for all of 5 minutes after Jeremiah left before I felt the need to throw up. I had done that quite a few times lately.

Quickly, I barged into the bathroom closest to us, emptying myself over the toilet. Tears brimmed my eyes, and exhaustion took over me quickly. I hated this, that seafood from our dinner a few days ago was probably expired for months.

I felt a hand rub at the smalls of my back. Turning, I was surprised to be met with Belly, who gave me a small smile. I grabbed toilet paper to wipe the sides of my mouth and flushed. I sat and turned towards her as she handed me my water bottle.

"Dude, are you okay?" she asked, cocking her eyebrow at me. I looked at her and then at the open door behind her. She quickly got up and locked it, kneeling back down in front of me.

Belly was my best friend, practically since birth. My mom, Susannah, and Laurel had all gone to the same college and raised all of us like one big family. If there’s one person I knew I would have trouble lying to, it was the beautiful birthday girl in front of me. I felt bad, she was here in her cute lavender dress and should be out there enjoying herself.

"It’s nothing, probably food poisoning," I said, closing my eyes as I took a small swig of water. Belly placed her hand gently on my kneecap. I opened my eyes to meet her serious ones.

"Y/N, you don’t have to lie to me. And don’t feel bad either. I just want to make sure my best friend is okay. You’ve been throwing up for almost a week. What’s going on?" she questioned seriously. I took a deep breath.

"I’m late on my period. And the sickness has been constant. I haven’t tested though, mainly because I’m scared. I don’t know how ready me and Jere are for a baby, that’s just kind of a lot for me right now," I explained, my eyes watering at the thought. The hormones were definitely out of control.

"Y/N! Oh my God, you have to test! Why are you even doubting anything, Jere has been madly in love with you since he was like 7. You need to find out and tell him, that’s the right thing to do!" Belly exclaimed, holding my hand.

"I know, but-" I started, but Belly quickly cut me off by standing up and rummaging through the sink cabinets. She pulled out a box.

Quickly, I realized what it was and gave her a look.

"I use it for scares with Conrad. But you have to take one, and I’ll be here with you. I know you’re scared, but you have to know. Plus, Jere will only buy your water excuse for another hour before he wonders why you won’t toast shots with us." she explained, handing over the pink and white box.

I rolled my eyes and rubbed my temples. Was I really about to do this? Fuck.

"Fine. I’ll test. Turn around." I stated, earning a wide smile from Belly.

Belly quickly turned around as I pulled a stick from the box, unwrapping it and hovering over it on the toilet. I peed quickly and put the cap over it, turning it face down onto the counter as I cleaned up.

"Can I turn around now?" Belly whined, her arms crossed. I flattened my dress out, "Yeah, go ahead. I turned it face down, we can check in three."

She turned around and gave me a big hug. I exhaled deeply into the hug, worried about what this would mean for my relationship with Jere. I didn’t want to start thinking until I saw the test, but it was hard not to.

Me and Belly sat in the bathroom in silence. I fiddled with my fingers as she would occasionally look over and scroll through her phone. Her timer went off and suddenly, panic filled my body.

"It’s time," she whispered, starting to get up from the side of the tub. I took a deep breath as she waited for me to get up. I couldn’t believe this.

I felt like I was going in slow motion, but eventually made it to the counter. I closed my eyes and reached for the test. Belly waited impatiently, but stayed quiet throughout.

I finally felt the test flip over in my hand. I opened my eyes and couldn’t believe what I was looking at. Tears welled in my eyes and I suddenly couldn’t hold it together anymore.

Positive. I’m pregnant.

I slid down the wall with the test in my hands and sobbed into my knees. Belly knelt down in front of me and pulled me in, rubbing my back as I breathed heavily into my cries.

"Y/N, it’s going to be okay, I promise." she comforted, but all I could do was continue crying. I sat there, in shock and a mess. My makeup was definitely fucked up now, and I knew I couldn’t hide it from Jeremiah. I couldn’t lie much longer, especially now that Belly knew. Jere had every right to know.

"I have to tell him," I sniffled, dabbing under my eyes with the toilet paper. Belly smiled softly and nodded.

"Want me to get him?" Belly questioned. I thought about it, and ultimately decided I was way too embarrassed to walk out there looking like a mess, especially since I wasn’t too sure who I’d be running into. I nodded in response, resulting in Belly to leave with her phone and close the bathroom door.

I felt choked up, this felt like a dream. I wasn’t sure how to feel, other than the fact that I was worried about every outcome possible. Would he be upset? Would he leave? Would I have to raise this kid all by myself?

My thoughts were quickly interrupted with a soft knock at the door. I wiped my tears once more and tried my best to pull myself together. This was it. God help me.

I ooened the door to face a worried Jere.

"Y/N Belly told me to- what’s wrong? What happened?" he questioned worriedly as he saw my face. His hands immediately dropped into mine as he pushed us into the bathroom. He locked the door behind him as he sat me on the tub. I assumed Belly was giving us space, hence why she didn’t show up with him.

I fiddled with my dress pocket, twisting the test between my fingers. I took a deep breath as I looked at him, tears slowly dropping. He was everything to me, and the idea of this test changing everything for us made me sick. I couldn’t lose him, I didn’t want to.

"Jere, I’m so sorry," I whispered, as I silently cried again. He was kneeling in front of me as he pulled me into his chest and rubbed my back.

"Y/N, there’s nothing to be sorry for. What’s going on? I’m worried about you," he stated as he pulled away, gently rubbing my sides as he looked at me cluelessly. I knew I couldn’t drag it out.

I pulled the test out of my pocked and handed it to him, saying, "Jeremiah, I’m pregnant."

I looked at him for what felt like ages. He looked at the test quietly, as shock filled his expression. I couldn’t help but cry again, feeling like I’d absolutely lost him.

Surprisingly, he engulfed me into a deep, passionate kiss. I kissed back, shock settling into my body. He pulled away with the biggest smile on his face, rubbing my cheeks.

"Y/N, this is the best fucking news ever." he said, chuckling as he took both my hands. I had stopped crying and just looked at him.

Stuttering, I finally managed a "I-it is?"

He nodded, his smile growing bigger. In turn, it made me smile. I looked at him as he squeezed my hands.

"We’re gonna be parents. I’m gonna be a dad. Holy fuck Y/N!" he exclaimed as he got up, still holding my hands. I got up from the tub, a small giggle escaping my mouth.

"I was so scared you’d leave." I blurted, leaning my head against his chest. It was warm and felt like home. It was everything I’d ever want it to be.

"Baby, I would never leave you. Not in a million fucking years. Please don’t ever think that. I want to do everything in life with you, no matter what it is. You don’t have to be scared, because I’m right here with you." he said, cupping my cheek and bringing my chin up to face him. I smiled as he leaned in.

We kissed again, this time, it felt different. More meaningful. I was going to raise our first child with him. I couldn’t help but feel all sorts of excitement.

We pulled apart, as I melted into his arms again. "I love you so fucking much Y/N," he said.

I smiled as I looked at him. "Well, we love you more." I responded, looking down at my stomach as he laid his hand gently on top of it.

He gave me a forehead kiss as he rubbed my stomach softly and knelt down to give it a kiss. He was adorable.

"Want to get back to the party? Or we could go home, whatever you want, my love." he offered. I shook my head.

"Let’s stay a bit, then we can tell everyone another time this week." I suggested, earning a nod from Jeremiah.

As we exited the bathroom, we did just that. We stayed long enough to see Belly blow out her candles. I suddenly felt tired and nauseous and called it quits, so we went back home to our apartment.

We told our families and prepared over the next few months for our baby’s arrival. Everyone was extremely excited. We chose not to find out the gender till birth, and I’m so glad we did.

Elliana Susannah Fisher was born on February 20th at 1:24pm. She was perfect in every way, and had every feature of mine and Jere’s that made us fall in love with the parts we were most insecure about. Jeremiah also made the perfect girl dad, spending every minute he could with her. I was in love with our family, every single part about it.

author’s note - SO CUTEEEEE lol, sorry for the inactivity but ive been so busy. ALSO BELLYJERE IN PARISSSSS WOOT WOOT!!! im so excited for s3 omg

- j