#imagine your friend you’ve loved since you were kids comes in ruins your proposal in front of everyone chases you down

[kat-rose-griffith]

Eloise: have you told him that you’re whistledown yet???

Penelope: listen, a lot has happened in the last hour. I need a minute

[wandaromanova]

can i request wandanat x r? r wants to propose to wandanat and has been sneaking around to hide her plans of proposal. wandanat thinks r is cheating and maybe leaves her? you decide but angst please and i just love all your work i can't stop re reading them💕

Ruined

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: cussing, arguing, very slight violence, cheating allegations

A/N: hi! thank you for your request! im flattered to know that you love and re read my work! i may or may not have intentionally left this on a cliffhanger whoops 🤭 <3

Ruined | Regret

Word Count: 1.8K | masterlist

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You had first met Wanda and Natasha when you were tasked with being the Avengers’ liaison. You were tasked to handpick missions that you believed required the attention of the heroes and assigned team members onto those missions.

You worked very closely with the team, you even lived with them in the compound for convenience. In the time spent working for them, you had grown super close to everyone; most especially Nat and Wanda.

It first started off with the pair going into your office, always asking for missions. You had found it odd considering they never took a break. You didn’t understand why they’d seek out missions when they were clearly exhausted. You figured that maybe they just loved helping people so much that they got excited and anxious for missions, but little did you know what their true intentions were.

They wanted to spend time with you. They wanted to observe you close up and not across a conference table. They wanted to know everything there was to know about you. As creepy as it was, they wanted to get close enough to know what you smelt like. They wanted to know what your lips tasted like. They wanted the relationship with you to surpass professionalism.

Eventually, the two Avengers stopped asking for missions when they came in; they just went to your office for the sake of going there. They’d bring you various lunches every single day and shower you with small compliments.

You’d brushed it off as the women being very good friends that just so happened to be flirts. You were wrong. They were interested in you, in the same way you were in them. You couldn’t help but admire the two beautiful women.

Their green eyes, fit bodies, and kind smiles were a recipe for disaster, in the best way possible. With one look, you’d drop to your knees and do whatever they wanted. They just had to say the word and you would do it, no hesitation. Yeah, it sounds absolutely ridiculous, but it’s painfully and embarrassingly true.

Over the course of time, you had grown closer to Wanda and Nat. Your daily lunches turned into daily movie nights and dinners too. You saw them all the time and you didn’t mind it one bit.

They finally asked you out after a year of spending time with and getting closer to you. It was safe to say, you instantly agreed with a smile on your face as you let out an, “of course! fucking finally!”

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Now, you had been dating the two women for five years. Yeah, it’s been a long ass time, but it still wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to spend forever with Wanda and Nat.

You wanted to get an actual house in the suburbs together. Not an apartment in the middle of New York, but a place you could call home. You craved the domesticity of it all.

You wanted to settle down and have kids with them somehow; whether it be by adoption or via surrogate. You just wanted to have a family of your own with the two woman you loved more than anyone or anything in the universe.

So, you’ve been sneaking around trying to keep your secret, well… a secret. You were planning on proposing to your girlfriends. Yes, this was a very huge step in a relationship, but you felt as though it was the right time. You guys had been together for five years! You were practically married to them already!

You would sneak off suddenly during your usual movie nights with Wanda and Nat or before breakfast to go and meet with different jewelers. You didn’t want to go into a store and buy their rings. That was not an option in the slightest. They were special and deserved special rings. They needed rings that were as unique and one of a kind as they were. It’s what Wanda and Nat deserved.

So, you were constantly leaving, whether it be early in the morning or the late hours of the night, on the search for someone who could make your ideas for their rings, a reality. You would hide your phone from Wanda and Nat’s view and even changed your passcode in order to prevent them from finding out. You’d face your phone down whenever you left it in a room with the pair, as well.

Unfortunately, in your excitement of what was to come, you didn’t realize how suspicious your behavior had been. You figured that you were being pretty discreet, coming up with pretty believable excuses. You even had some of the team help you with your lies, since you let them know what you had planned.

However, you forgot you were dating a world class spy and a witch. You were wrong, obviously. As each day passed, your girlfriends worried and assumed the worst. They let their minds spiral and searched for worst case scenarios. The worst one of all seeming the most likely; infidelity. They came to the conclusion that you were cheating on them.

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Natasha and Wanda cried to one another on one of the nights you bolted off and zoomed out of the apartment with a lame excuse.

Wanda sat on the couch as Nat held her in her arms. They both had tears cascading down their faces as their thoughts were plagued by you; by your supposed betrayal.

“How? How could she do this to us? After everything we’ve been through? She’s goes and cheats on us?” Wanda spoke brokenly as she released a sob. Natasha pulled Wanda closer, the Sokovian woman placing her head in the crook of Nat’s neck.

“I don’t know. I really don’t know, Wanda. All I know is, this can’t go on any longer.” Natasha spoke, trying to keep her voice steady, but her voice failed her. She came out shaky as the sadness and hurt seeped in. You had betrayed them, or so they thought.

They sat there in the same position, waiting for your return. Finally, four hours later. You had come back to the apartment.

You were ecstatic as you made your way up to the front door. You finally found a jeweler that could make the perfect rings for Wanda and Nat! You couldn’t wait to get on one knee and present the rings to the two women who would forever hold your heart. You were over the moon excited right now.

However, your joy was quickly wiped away the second you stepped foot into the apartment. You took in the sight of Wanda and Natasha on the couch, staring at you with dried and fresh tears on their faces. You instantly shut the door and tossed your keys onto the counter as you rushed towards your girlfriends worriedly.

“Nat, Wands, what’s wrong loves?” You asked as you approached them, but Natasha abruptly stood up before you could get too close.

“Don’t you take another fucking step!” Nat snapped at you, and you stumbled backwards a little, in total shock. Your concern increased as you looked between the fuming redhead and the heartbroken looking brunette.

“Did something happen? What’s wrong?” You were so confused and desperately wanted to comfort your girlfriends. You don’t recall doing anything that could anger and upset them this much.

“Yeah, something happened. Our girlfriend is a fucking pathetic, cheating ass bitch who can’t keep it in her pants.” Natasha spoke with venom dripping from her tone. You literally let out a gasp, her words physically hurting you.

“What the hell are you talking about? I’m not cheating on you guys! I love you both more than you guys could even imagine!” You raised your voice, getting frustrated with the situation.

Wanda suddenly stood up and stuck beside Nat. She stared at you with anger clouding her sadness now.

“You’re not cheating on us? Then why the hell have you been running off at weird hours of the day? Why have you been hiding your phone from us?” Wanda began to fire a bunch of questions towards you.

You froze in your place. The answers to their questions weren’t what they thought they would be. The true answers were the complete opposite of cheating, you were acting weird because you were planning on proposing! But you couldn’t tell them that!

You stood silently as the two women stared at you, breathing heavily. They took your silence as confirmation of their suspicions.

“We fucking knew it. You’re a fucking joke, Y/N. Were we not enough for you? Was two women not enough for you?” Wanda inched her way towards you, eyes glowing red.

You backed away, not in fear, but in sadness. You really wished you could tell them the real reasons behind your behavior, but you couldn’t without blowing up your surprise.

“Did you really think you could go behind our backs without us noticing?” Wanda continued to stalk towards you, like she was about to murder you.

“I swear to you both, I would never, ever, cheat on you guys. You’re both more than enough for me. You’re my home, I’d never jeopardize that.” You tried to convince your girlfriends to believe you, but they weren’t having it.

“Stop lying to us!” Wanda screamed out as she sent you flying back with a scarlet colored blast as she used her powers on you. Your back connected with the front door as you groaned. That was going to be a huge bruise later, for sure.

“I’m not lying. When have I ever lied to you both, huh? Why the fuck would I start now?” You asked exasperatedly as you stood up slowly. You cringed at the pain radiating from your back.

“And here you go again, more lies coming out of your slutty mouth. The fucking nerve you have, Why don’t you go and fuck whoever you’ve been seeing and leave us alone?” Natasha spoke as she moved forward, placing her hand firmly on Wanda’s waist.

Before you even have the chance to speak, Wanda opened the door with her powers and tossed you out of the apartment. She abruptly slammed the door in your face. Wanda and Nat’s angry, pain-filled faces and scarlet colored magic being the last things you saw before the door blocked your vision with a harsh slam.

You sat on the ground in front of the door in shock. They thought you were cheating on them. They didn’t want anything do with you now. What the fuck were you supposed to do now? What did this mean for your proposal? Should you cancel on the jeweler? Or should you hold out hope and pray that they’ll hear you out eventually?

All you did know was that your proposal had been ruined regardless. Whether you told them about your plans or not, the moment was doomed the minute they began to suspect cheating.

Withholding the information from them, caused them to push you away. But now that you look at it, if you had just told them about the proposal, you’d at least be in their arms right now and not on the floor of your apartment complex hallway with tears streaming down your face.

You were at a loss, and you didn’t know if you could gain back the trust of the women you loved.

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No Returns or Exchanges - Fred Weasley

Title: No Returns or Exchanges Pairing: Fred x Fem!Reader Summary: Fred and Y/N get to start their happily ever after A/N: this is for @mrs-fredweasley​. I usually do my requests in the order I receive them, but she asked for some fluff with Fred and the reader getting married and having kids for her birthday, and since she’s my birthday twin I couldn’t resist! Feedback is always welcome and requests are open!

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“There you are, Mrs. Weasley,” Fred greets as he sneaks up behind Y/N and wraps his arms around her waist.

“I’m not Mrs. Weasley quite yet, Freddie,” Y/N teases as she turns around in his embrace. Her arms wind around Fred’s neck and she pulls him in for a brief kiss. “You’re about twelve hours too early.”

Fred starts to slowly sway them back and forth, humming quietly to the music drifting through the air from the large tent behind them. Fred and Y/N aren’t getting married until tomorrow, but Ginny, Y/N’s maid of honor, insisted on mixing some muggle wedding traditions in alongside the regular wizard ones. Tonight, had been what Ginny referred to as the rehearsal dinner, where the wedding party and their close family went through the ceremony that will take place tomorrow, before having a mini celebration together.

“Do I really have to go home without you?” Fred pouts. Another muggle tradition Ginny insisted on was that Y/N and Fred would not be allowed to see each other until Y/N was heading down the aisle towards him.

Y/N giggles and kisses Fred’s pout away. “I think it’ll be romantic. Distance makes the heart grow fonder, isn’t that what they say?” Y/N rolls her eyes playfully when Fred frowns at her. “Oh, come on, Freddie. It’s only one night apart.”

“When’s the last time we spent more than 1 hour apart outside of work?” Fred ask, looking down at Y/N expectantly. When she doesn’t answer he smiles. “Exactly. One night is going to feel like an eternity.”

“Okay so maybe it’ll be a bit hard,” Y/N concedes. “But after tomorrow we’ll get to spend every day for the rest of eternity together, that’s gotta be worth it, isn’t it? And have you forgotten that we’ll be spending the next two weeks completely alone together in a cabin in the woods.”

“How can I forget about that?” Fred muses. “Just me, you, and as little clothing as possible for two weeks straight. That’s the only kind of honeymoon I want.” Most of their friends and family were surprised that Fred and Y/N didn’t want to go on some adventurous honeymoon but wanted to just relax together in some secluded forest. But for them that seemed like the only option. It’s only been 13 months since the war ended, and after Fred’s near-death experience he and Y/N decided to take life slow for a bit.

“So that’s why you wanted to go somewhere secluded,” Y/N says, realization washing over her.

Fred laughs. “I may have had ulterior motives when I convinced you to book the cabin in the woods over the beach house.”

Y/N shakes her head fondly. “You’re a bit of a menace, you know that?”

“Yeah but I’m your menace. And you’re way past the return or exchange date so you’re stuck with me,” he jokes, leaning down to press a kiss to Y/N’s forehead.

“Oi, lover boy!” George calls from behind them. Y/N and Fred break apart so they can look at him. “Ginny says it’s time to go, and she’s already wacked me over the head once so get your arse over here before she does it again.”

“See you tomorrow?” Fred asks as he leans down to kiss Y/N briefly.

“Meet you at the altar,” she confirms with a smile.

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“You sure you wanna marry my brother?” Ginny teases as they get ready to walk down the aisle. “Because I could cause a distraction if you wanna slip out the front door and run away.”

Y/N rolls her eyes and grabs the bouquet Ginny hands her.  “Ha, ha. Very funny, Gin.”

Ginny beams at her before taking her place in line. Y/N takes a deep breath as the music starts, silently regretting that she chose to not have her dad walk her down the aisle. A few months ago, she had bashed the archaic notion of someone giving her away to Fred as if she were a piece of property, but as nerves start to bubble in her stomach she wishes she had someone by her side to calm her down. Everyone in front of her starts to slowly head towards the alter, and she fixes her dress one last time before she follows behind Ginny.

“Holy shit, Y/N,” Fred whispers as she takes his hands at the altar. There are tears in his eyes, and a few leak down his cheeks. “You’re absolutely stunning.”

Y/N blushes, trying to blink away her own tears as to not ruin her makeup. “You clean up quite nice as well, Freddie.”

Fred smiles down at her, maintaining eye contact as the official from the ministry starts the ceremony. Fred squeezes Y/N’s hands tightly as he talks, only half paying attention to what he’s saying. His thoughts are completely consumed with Y/N and how breathtakingly beautiful she is. The dress she picked out compliments all of her best features, and the veil cascading down her shoulders makes her look like a goddess. Fred has imagined this day over a dozen times since he proposed last year, but everything he thought of pales in comparison to how beautiful Y/N looks right now.

“Can I have the rings?” the officiant asks, pulling Fred’s thoughts fully to the ceremony. George digs around in his pocket for a moment before handing the delicate silver rings to the man. He hands the smaller one to Fred. “Now it’s my understanding that the bride and groom have prepared their own vows?” When Fred and Y/N nod, he smiles and motions for Fred to start.

“Y/N, I’ve been enamored with you since I was 11 years old, when you made your cauldron blow up and covered Snape head to toe in the worst smelling goo I’ve ever encountered – and that’s saying something,” Fred pauses as everyone chuckles, and he starts to slide the ring down Y/N’s finger. “When you agreed to accompany me to Hogsmeade during third year I felt like the luckiest guy in the world and I still do. I was so nervous, I had no idea how I managed to convince the pretties girl in school to go out with me, and all these years later I have no idea how I convinced you to marry me. But like I said last night, there’s no returns or exchanges you’re stuck with me for good now.”

Fred slides the ring down Y/N’s finger until it meets her engagement ring. “You’ve stuck by me through every risk I’ve taken and every dumb idea that’s popped into my mind. You were one of the first people to support my dream of opening the joke shop with George, and you were there to support me every step of the way. Every late-night George and I had planning things out or developing products you were right there with me, usually you were asleep, but it was still nice to have you there. You were always the first person to volunteer to test out a product and you were always there for me to vent to when something didn’t work out. You pushed me to leave school early with George, and once you moved in with us you were always there to snuggle with me after a long day.”

Fred takes a deep breath and brings one of his hands up to wipe away the tears Y/N has started to shed. “You gave up so much of your life to be there for me after I was crushed by that wall. No matter how hard I tried to get you to go back to work or just leave the house in general. You’ve always shown me unconditional love and support, and that’s what I’m promising to show you for the rest of our lives. No matter how crazy or hard or scary life gets, I’ll be there by your side, loving you and helping you through it.”

By the time the officiant is pronouncing them husband and wife, both Fred and Y/N are openly crying, but as they share their first kiss as husband and wife, neither of them really cares.

-

“Glad to see you’re feeling better,” Fred greets with a smile as Y/N pushes the door to his office open. He pushes away from his desk slightly and pats his lap.

“Me too, I hate throwing up,” Y/N responds, taking a seat on Fred’s lap. She settles in and presses a kiss to his cheek. “How’s work going today, husband?” she asks with a giggle. They’ve been married for just over two months, and it still gives Y/N butterflies every time she refers to Fred as her husband.

Fred rolls his eyes and grabs Y/N’s face so he can press a kiss to her lips. “It’s been quite busy today wife. The restock of the new whizbang line already sold out.” Fred settles his hands on Y/N’s hips and kisses her again. “What about you? What have you been getting up to on your day off?”

“I had breakfast with Ginny and Hermione. Did some shopping,” she says casually pointing towards the bags she dropped near the door. “Nothing too crazy or exciting.”

Fred’s eyes light up at the sight of the bags. “Shopping, hm? Did you happen to pick up a present for your lovely, adorable, adoring husband while you were out?” he asks hopefully.

“Maybe,” Y/N muses with a wink. “You’ll have to wait until after work to find out.” Y/N giggles as Fred frowns and she kisses him one last time before standing up.

“You’re such a tease,” he scolds as Y/N gathers the bags in her hand.

“I know.” She waves at Fred and blows him a kiss before heading back into the joke shop and upstairs to their flat. They’re still living with George for the time being as they save up for a house, and as Y/N places her shopping bags on the bed she starts to wonder if they’ll have to start looking for one sooner rather than later.

Y/N sticks her hand in one of the bags and fumbles around a bit, humming as her hands closes around a rectangular cardboard box. Her hand shakes slightly as she pulls the pregnancy test out and starts to familiarize herself with the instructions. While her and Fred have already come to the conclusion that they both want a house full of children someday, she never imagined that they may be starting their family so soon after their wedding.

“Now or never,” Y/N mutters to herself as she heads towards the bathroom. Y/N thought they had been careful while on their honeymoon, she knows there were a few times they had forgotten to use the contraceptive charm in the heat of the moment, but she figured it would be okay. However, when her period never came she began to suspect that they weren’t in fact okay, and the random nausea spells she’s been having for the past week seemed to only solidify that fact.

After she’s closed and locked the door behind her, Y/N does what she needs to do and sets the pregnancy test on the counter face down. “Who knew three minutes could feel like a lifetime?” she asks to no one as she watches the time go by on her watch. When the three minutes is finally up Y/N’s hand starts to shake again as she reaches for the stick. She shuts her eyes tightly as she flips it over, and after a few deep breaths she finally takes a peek.

Pregnant.

Y/N starts to cry as a whirlwind of emotions flow through her. On one hand she’s so overwhelmingly happy, being a mother is something she’s always wanted and to be doing it with Fred makes her heart burst with joy. But she can’t help but also feel an intense bout of worry flowing through her. She and Fred are only 21, and they haven’t even been married six months yet. Y/N knows that Fred wants to be a dad, but she can’t help but worry that he’ll think this is a bad thing and that it’s far too soon for them to become parents.

“Hey, love. You left one of your bags downstairs,” Fred calls out as he walks through the door.

Y/N furiously wipes away her tears and sticks the pregnancy test in the back pocket of her jeans. She takes a deep breath and opens the bathroom door, jumping slightly when she sees Fred. “You scared me, Freddie. I didn’t hear you come down the hall.”

Fred frowns at her. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling okay?” When Y/N nods he gives her a look. “Were you throwing up again? You’re all pale, love. Are you sure we shouldn’t go see a muggle doctor or a healer or something?”

“I’m fine, love,” Y/N reassures, pushing past Fred. She starts to head down the hall when she feels Fred’s hand brush her ass. “What are you- oh,” she gasps, turning around to face Fred. He’s staring down at the pregnancy test in his hands. “Fred,” Y/N starts, not really sure what to say.

“Is this what I think it is?” Fred murmurs, looking up at Y/N. He grips the test in his hand tightly, tears starting to form in his eyes. “You’re pregnant?”

Y/N nods slowly as she bites her lip. “Yeah, I am.” Fred falls to his knees and brings Y/N close to him, shoving her shirt up a little. He starts to pepper kisses all over her warm skin, laughing as Y/N starts to giggle and squirm. “Fred! Fred stop that tickles!”

Fred presses one final kiss to her stomach before he stands up and kisses Y/N passionately. “I can’t believe you’re pregnant. I can’t believe we’re gonna have a baby.” Fred lets go of Y/N and starts to head towards the door. “I have to go tell George.”

“Freddie, wait,” Y/N calls with a laugh, chasing after him. She closes her hand around his wrist and pulls him back towards her. “You’re not mad? Or upset?”

Fred gives Y/N a look like she’s crazy. “Upset? Mad? Why would I be any of those things? You know I want to be a dad, love. We’ve talked about this before.”

“I dunno,” Y/N shrugs. “We’re young and we haven’t been married for that long. I just thought you wouldn’t think it’s the right time.”

Fred sighs and comes back towards Y/N, wrapping her up in a hug. “Love I don’t care about any of that. So, what we’ve only been married for two months? We’ve been as good as married since we were 18 when you first moved in here.” Fred presses a kiss to her forehead and smiles down at her. “Besides if we’re gonna have enough kids to fill a quidditch team we need to have them young, I can’t be an old man teaching my kids how to fly,” he jokes with a laugh.

“A whole quidditch team?” Y/N asks. When Fred gives her a wink Y/N rolls her eyes. “You’re lucky I love you Fred Weasley.”

-

“Fred what are you doing?” Y/N murmurs around a yawn. She started to wake up after a warm heavy weight rested on her stomach, and when she finally opened her eyes she saw Fred half hanging off the bed as he laid on his front. He’d pushed her shirt up and his head is hovering over the swell of her stomach while his hand strokes it lightly.

“Talking to the baby,” he responds, as if the answer is obvious.

Y/N shifts so she’s laying on her elbows so that she can look down at him properly. “At 2 am?”

Fred nods, pressing a light kiss to her skin. “I couldn’t sleep. And I read in that muggle book Hermione gave us last week that the baby can hear things now, so I figured I’d try it out.”

Y/N chuckles brings a hand up to rub her stomach. “Well I think the baby likes the sound of your voice, they’ve been moving like crazy.” Early last week Y/N had started to feel the baby move around inside of her. The first time it happened it scared the shit out of her, but now she’s started to miss it when the baby is still.

“Really?” Fred asks, his eyes lighting up. The movements Y/N has been feeling are still far too light for Fred to feel from the outside, but every night he spends hours rubbing her bump to try and feel something.

“Yeah, really. My ribs have become a punching bag.” Y/N smiles as the baby lands a few kicks to her stomach. “Here, gimme your hand.

Fred gives Y/N the hand that isn’t already on her stomach, watching as she places it on the side of her bump. She presses his hand into her skin, and he holds his breath, hoping to feel something. “Holy shit,” he gasps as the skin beneath his hand moves ever so slightly. Fred watches his hand in awe, smiling as it moves lightly with each movement. “That’s so cool.”

Y/N laughs and lets go of Fred’s hand so she can run her hand through his hair. “Innit? Though it does feel kinda weird that it’s like, coming from inside of me. But it’s nice. Like I’m never alone.”

“Hey little one,” Fred coos against Y/N’s skin, pressing down against her stomach as he feels the baby kick him in response. “I’m your Daddy, and I can’t wait to meet you.” Fred presses a kiss to Y/N’s skin and tears form in his eyes when he feels a small movement against his mouth. “I know your Mummy is doing such an amazing job of growing you in there but hurry up and get out of there so I can hold you and play with you and kiss you and cuddle you.” Fred tears his eyes away from Y/N’s bump so he can wink at his wife. “Plus, the sooner you get out of there the sooner Daddy can give you a sibling.”

Y/N scoffs and flicks Fred on the forehead. “Can we finish making this one before you start planning the next?”

“What? There’s no harm in planning ahead,” he teases, crawling up the bed to kiss Y/N sweetly.

-

“Hi there little bug,” Fred coos, gently rocking his newborn daughter. She’s only a few hours old, and her big eyes are bright as she blinks up at Fred. “I’m your Daddy and I love you so much Miss Ellie belly.”  Her actual name is Electra, but Fred has settled on calling her Ellie. Y/N had found her name in a baby book Hermione dropped off, and they both instantly fell in love with it. It means bright one, and after the dark times Fred and Y/N had survived in order to bring her into the world it seemed like the perfect fit.

Fred presses a kiss to her forehead, his heart melting as she makes a little noise. “You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he whispers. “Just don’t tell Mummy I said that.”

“Maybe you should check to make sure Mummy is asleep before you start spilling your secrets,” Y/N responds with a laugh.

Fred turns around, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry, love. I figured you’d be a goner after the past few days you’ve had.”

Y/N moves over to make room for Fred and pats the space next to her. “I was only in labor for what 36 hours? That’s nothing,” she says with a laugh.

Fred comes over and sits next to Y/N, cradling Ellie tightly against his chest. “Don’t downplay yourself, love. You’re an absolute superhero.” He begrudgingly passes the baby back to Y/N and wraps an arm around her, his other hand coming up to grab Ellie’s foot through the blanket she’s wrapped up in. “We wouldn’t have our perfect little angel without you.”

Y/N blushes, looking over at Fred. “You helped a little bit. And I did nearly break your hand while I was pushing.”

“Aw, Y/N. You flatter me,” Fred teases. He presses a kiss to her temple and takes a moment to just watch as Y/N cuddles Ellie close. “I didn’t know I could love something this much,” Fred says quietly, crying slightly for the second time that day. The first had been when the doctor placed Ellie in his arms for the first time. “But every time I look at her my heart feels like it’s going to burst from how much love is in it.”

“I know, right? Every time I look at her I feel like crying. She’s just so tiny and perfect and ours.” Y/N leans down and presses a kiss to Ellie’s forehead. “I almost can’t believe that we made her. I don’t know how you and I could make something so beautiful.”

Fred gently grabs Y/N’s chin and turns her head so he can kiss her passionately. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world, so it is no surprise that our daughter is the most beautiful little girl in the world.” Fred kisses Y/N again briefly, before letting go of her chin so he can stroke Ellie’s cheek. “How are you feeling, love? Can I get you anything?”

“I’m alright, Freddie, thank you,” Y/N says softly, looking back down at their daughter. “I actually feel really good. To be honest your Mum scared me a bit, I thought it would be way worse.”

Fred chuckles, melting as Ellie’s eyes flutter closed. “I think Healers have revolutionized childbirth in the twenty years it’s been since she had a baby.” He bites his lip, nudging Y/N so she’ll look at him. “So now that this one’s out, when can we start trying for number 2?”

-

“Y/N love, I’m home!” Fred calls, stepping out of their fireplace and into the living room. He dusts the ashes from his suit, frowning when his wife doesn’t answer him immediately. But it turns into a smile when he spots his daughter peering at him over top of her play pen.

“Ellie,” he coos, heading over to her. “Look at you, standing up on your own!” he praises, lifting her out and up into the air. He tosses her up gently, laughing as she giggles madly at him. “Where’s your Mummy?” he asks, settling the infant on his hip. He presses a kiss to her forehead, his stomach turning to mush when she cuddles into his chest. “Let’s go find her then, hm?”

Fred starts to explore the house, grinning as Ellie babbles baby nonsense into his skin. He can’t believe how fast the past 8 months have gone, and while he loves watching Ellie grow and learn new things, he misses the baby stage already. “What do you think Mummy’s doing?” he asks, nodding along to her babbles as if she’s actually answering him. “I think she might be hiding to scare Daddy. What do you think?”

After checking their downstairs Fred starts to head up the stairs, his fingers lightly digging into Ellie’s belly to tickle her. She shrieks with laughter, and it sounds like music in Fred’s ears. “Daddy misses you while he’s at work, Miss Ellie belly. I think I should take you with me tomorrow. What do you think? Do you wanna spend the day with Daddy and Uncle George at the joke shop?”

Fred peppers kisses to Ellie’s head as he walks down the hallway. The door to his and Y/N’s room is shut and as he goes to grab the doorknob it swings open and Y/N practically runs into him.

“Oh, Fred,” she gasps, holding something to her chest. “I didn’t hear you come in, love.” Fred eyes her wearily as Y/N leans forward to tickle Ellie’s stomach with her free hand and press kisses to her chubby cheeks. “Is your Daddy home, Miss Ellie? Did Daddy finally come home to see you?” she asks, laughing as Ellie giggles at her.

“What’s in your hand?” Fred asks.

Y/N looks up at him, trying to seem as innocent as possible. “Nothing,” she responds, showing him the hand that was on Ellie’s stomach.

Fred rolls his eyes playfully. “The other one, gorgeous.”

“Oh, um,” Y/N blushes and looks away from Fred as she takes her hand from her chest and opens her palm. A positive pregnancy test is laying in her hand, staring up at Fred.

Fred gasps. “Another one?”

Y/N nods and snuggles into Fred’s chest as he pulls her into a hug with his free hand. “Dunno why you’re so surprised, you’ve been trying to get me pregnant since Ellie was born.”

Fred laughs and leans down to kiss Y/N deeply. “Guess it’s time to start thinking about the next one then,” he teases.

Y/N glares at Fred. “Are you sure it’s not too late to return or exchange you?”

“Sorry love, I burned the receipt long ago,” Fred responds with a laugh, kissing Y/N again.

[didsomeonesaydaddydraco]

What true love feels like - part 1 | Tom Felton imagine

Ladies and gentlemen, this is the moment you’ve been waiting for...my very first TOM FELTON imagine. (Just kidding, I was probably the only one waiting lol).

Word count: 2129

Pairing: Tom Felton x reader

Note: This is going to be a mini series. I really hope you’ll like it. Section written in italic is a flashback.

When I was a little kid, I loved going to weddings. God knows how many times I was asked to be a flower girl or a bridesmaid. All the decoration, the music, the spirit of true love mesmerized me, and I usually find myself imagining my own wedding. I had it all planned out by the time I met Him. And when proposed to me after five years of dating, I knew my time had come. Everything looked exactly how I wanted it. The huge mansion was covered in white and blush pink decoration. The sweet scent of the innumerable amount of roses filled the whole place. Family members, friends and their dates were chatting and laughing together. The wedding registrar was already preparing by the arch made out of fairy lights. And the always rainy and chilly London woke up to one of the warmest spring mornings today. Even the weather was on my side.

- How are you feeling sweet girl? – my Mum asked me from the armchair, where she had been sitting on ever since the creator of my wedding dress came to the dressing room to help me put on my huge dress. I looked at myself in the mirror, admiring the perfectly made ball gown with the delicate waist line, hundreds of tulle layers, and sparkling sleeves. It was my dream dress.

- I’m not sure – I confessed to her – Am I supposed to be nervous?

- Nervous? – She looked at me confused – Honey, you might mistake your feeling with excitement. It’s normal for…

- I’m pretty bloody overwhelmed, Mum – I turned to her – Somehow, I feel like I’m going to make a huge mistake if I walk down that aisle.

For the last couple of months, I was too busy with planning the wedding that I totally forgot to take some time and concentrate on myself and on my feelings. I wanted everything to turn out as I imagined it when I was twenty. And everything was just like that. Except me. I woke up today with a knot in my stomach, no appetite and a very bad feeling. All I could think about was that I’m making a mistake.

- What do you mean? – Mum stood up from the chair and walked over to me so she could held my hand as a sign of support – Y/N?

I looked down at our hands, my eyes glued to the silver bracelet with the single white pearl charm hanging on it. I could still remember how his crystal blue eyes sparkled and how warm his gaze was when he gave it to me. We went to Rochefort-en-Terre for a little getaway. We wanted to be somewhere, where they didn’t know him, so we could be alone together. He saw this bracelet at a local family’s jewellery shop and he swore he just couldn’t not buy it. I had never took it off ever since then.

- I just wonder if he is really the one – I bit my bottom lip. I didn’t dare to look up to my Mum’s eyes. They paid everything for our wedding and never complained because of the expenses – I mean, we’re about to make a hopefully lifelong commitment. I just want to make sure I’m not making a mistake here. What if everything goes downhill after the wedding? What if we slowly fall out of love?

- Than you learn to love each other again – She put a finger under my chin, and forced me to look at her – Darling, you’re still young. Of course you have your doubts about a commitment like this. But here’s something to think about: the one that you truly love, will never make you wonder. There’s a difference in the way you love someone. There is the kind that you will fall in love with and this changes with circumstance and time. And then there is the love that you love with your entire being, it never fades, it’s timeless – she kissed my cheek – I’ll go and get your father. It’s almost time.

She left me there with my thoughts. He was such a great and loving person. Passionate about the things he loved. He was always there for everyone if they needed someone. He made me happy. He made me feel loved and respected. He gave me everything he could. And still, I was standing in the middle of the dressing room, questioning myself. I wanted nothing, but marrying my soulmate. I think the sign of a true soulmate isn’t someone you just want to do the super fun stuff with. A real soulmate is the person who makes any ordinary day fun. Some people make all these huge plans to do with their special someone, forget that. Find someone who you can take grocery shopping and still have a blast with. Find someone who makes you look forward to waking up on Monday. I think I had found it.

- Okay okay, listen – he laughed as he dragged me into the supermarket in the middle of the night. I had a very long day and my upcoming exams were stressing me out, but he wanted to help me relax and have a little bit of fun before I pull an all-night study session – Both of us will have exactly 5 minutes to find the best matches to the tasks. When I count to three, we both run to find the products.

- Babe – I whined and tugged on the sleeve of his sweater which I used as a PJ. We were both in our pyjamas, considering that he literally pulled me out of the bed while I was taking notes for my business law class – It’s almost midnight, and I really need to study.

- Shush – he silenced me with sass in his voice. It actually made me smile. He looked so adorable when he was acting like a kid – 5 minutes. 5 tasks.

- Alright, gimme the details – I rolled my eyes and put my hair up in a messy bun.

- First, go and find my favourite candy. Second, find something very random. Third, find something you think I should really try. Fourth, find something in my favourite colour – he led me to spot where we were about the start from.

- And what’s the fifth task? – I looked up at him.

- Find something which reminds you of our love – he kissed me quickly, but before I could kiss him back, he ran away like he was a cannon ball.

- Hey, cheater – I yelled after him, but my laugh gave me away. I loved that man.

I smiled at the memory. He always knew how to cheer me up, when I was down. But he also knew when he had to give me time and space too. I appreciated how he let me moan to him when I had a bad day, or how supportive he was about my dreams and goals. He never failed to be there for me and help me on my journey.

- Are you ready to go? – I jumped a little by the sound of my Dad. I was too deep in my memories and thoughts, I didn’t realize when he came in. He was standing by the door, my bouquet in his hand. He looked worried.

- What’s wrong? – I asked him. This morning he was fine and happy when we were having breakfast. In fact, he was excited about that he can annoy my brother and sister with the fact that their youngest sibling had gotten married first.

- Your mother told me about your unsureness – he smiled at me lightly. I sighed and sat down on the sofa carefully, not to wrinkle my dress. He sat down next to me and took my small hands in his huge ones – Y/N, if you’re constantly having to wonder where you stand with someone, maybe it’s time to stop standing and start walking.

- I don’t know what you’re talking about – I tried to fool him, but he was my father after all. He knew us better than we knew ourselves, so we could never get away with a silly little prank or if we tried to fake sick so we didn’t have to go to school.

- You think I haven’t noticed anything? – Dad laughed a little – June bug, you’ve been quite distant with him lately. He probably thinks that you were just busy with planning the wedding, but I see what I cannot see anymore. And that’s love. You’ve been looking at him like he was just a body, and not someone you want to spend the rest of your life with. And I want you to know, it’s okay – He squeezed my hand – Sometimes your heart needs more time to accept what your mind already knows.

I had to do the right thing. He might had been right about everything, but the whole situation was more complicated than that. That man really loved me. And he was probably already waiting at the altar, nervously looking around, looking at the entrance of the ball room so catch me there. I could see his smile in front of me. I could see him tearing up when my Dad places my hand in his. That man gave me his heart. I helped him pick up the pieces after his first love left him. He trusted me. I couldn’t break him. And Mum was probably right too. I can learn to love him again.

- I need to call him – I said rather to myself and not my Dad. He gave my hand a final squeezed and left me alone in the room. I was glad he didn’t ask me anything. I paced around the room, my dress flying around me while I was manically searching for my mobile. I was chewing on my lips and my heart was beating way too fast. How could I put myself in this situation? How could I do this to him? They were the longest five rings of the call before he finally picked up.

- Y/N? – His voice was surprised. He probably didn’t know why I was calling Him just right before I had to walk down the aisle to marry him – Are you okay?

No, I wasn’t. I forced myself to not to cry, because I didn’t want to ruin my makeup, but I could feel my eyes burning and my throat tightened. I was choking on my withheld sobs. I loved how his voice was smooth, a tiny bit raspy and manly, but playful at the same time. I could have listened to his voice all day long. Just listening how he told me everything about his day or what new projects he has been working on lately.

- I think we were meant to be, but we did it all wrong – I blurted out and collapsed back to the sofa. I let a single tear run down my cheek and drop on top of my pearl charm on my bracelet. I heard how his breathing fastened in the phone, like he was panicking. I was too. I didn’t know what was right or wrong. I desperately needed him by my side to feel his arms around my body, holding my close to himself. Feeling the warmth of his body calming down my shaking frame. I needed him to kiss into my hair and whisper in my ears that he has me and everything is going to fine – I just want to tell you, it takes everything in me not to call you, and I wish I could run to you, and I hope you know that every time I don’t…I almost do. And even though I’m unsure about most things in life, I am certain that I love you and will continue to love you forever.

- Y/N, what happened? – His voice was filled with worry. Knowing him he was already running his fingers through his hair, thinking about if he should come to see me right away or stay exactly where he was – Talk to me! What’s going on?

- I’m so sorry – I whispered into to phone. By this time, I couldn’t hold back my tears. And I didn’t even care anymore – I have to marry him…

- No, no you don’t have to – He was practically yelling. I only heard him yelling once, when he was completely lost in the ocean of feelings, and we were trying to figure out what was going on between us – Y/N, please…

- I love you, Tom – I said as a goodbye and ended the call. And with that, I ended something which I cherished for years. I ended a beautiful love story.

[djemsostylist]

Of Queens and Trash

Here’s the thing. SCK has been on a downward trend since 13. The breakup was long, getting together again was tiring, the amnesia plot was poorly handled and the mess that came following his recovery was, well, a mess. The necessary break for covid gave us a chance for a fresh start for Edser. All the bad stuff in the past, and a focus in the last episodes of them being able to finally fulfill all the promises they had not been able to. After all, this was a story that, at its core, was about two people who met and fell in love and who, no matter what, chose to be together. Invisible handcuffs. And with the return of the OG writer, it seemed we might finally get that. After 39 episodes of angst and only 7(?) of real togetherness, surely it was time? Forget the pain of the past, and start with Edser navigating their world together.

And then the trailer dropped. And all of a sudden, all the people who had spent months eviscerating Serkan for behaving badly in the 30s were celebrating this new plot, the “great angst” and Eda “being a Queen.”

For me, I can’t get over the hiding of the child. It's a hardline deal breaker. I don’t think it matters who writes it, I think it's an awful plotline. No matter how "good" the trailer looks or moments seem, I will remember that I was watching a show about two people who loved each other and never wanted to be apart, about a man who learned how to open his heart, and this ruined it all.

Now, I think it's worth noting that my hard line, in this particular case, is in response to Edser, if that makes sense. I’m not hardline, “if this is in a story I’m not watching”. If it works for the characters and story because that is the type of story being told, then fine.

I don't subscribe to the woke feminism brand of "all women are Queens and all men are Trash" which seems to be a trend of late (and not just in fandom). I think people are people and people are generally imperfect but also trying. I don’t think women, simply by virtue of carrying a child, get full say in what happens to the child, regardless of the father’s wishes. I'm not fond of a “hiding a kid storyline”, and while I get the whole "my body my choice" style of arguing, it took two people to make the baby. Two people get a say in what happens. I get you are growing the kid, but you didn't spontaneously conceive.

For me, Edser being apart and/or hiding a kid is a hardline. It doesn't fit with the characters as I know them and it doesn't fit with the storyline. And look--I hated the amnesia plot. I thought there were a literal million ways this could have been done better, but it's what we got. So for everyone suddenly defending this new plot, despite it making about as much sense as Eda getting married to make Serkan remember her, then that means everything goes. No blaming writers or ignoring canon...everything has context and meaning now. And since “it's realistic” is also a common refrain, then fine. Let’s go realistic.

Imagine being in a plane crash. You wake up, you have clear physical/mental blocks. For someone who likes to be in control, that's terrifying. You have a ring on your finger with a woman's name you don't know, and an entire year missing. You call the one person you know will come (since your parents and friends are useless) and she comes and tells you a story that jives. You can't remember shit and you keep getting flashes and your hands won't work, so you take what she tells you, because why would you have any reason to doubt? It’s not like you can remember anyway, and trying to remember hurts.

You finally go back home, and you recognize nothing about your own life. Friends, family...everything is different. Your mom is out, your dad is gone, your best friends are married. You don't even live in the same house, you have people working in your company you don’t know--even your dog is gone. And then you have a hysterical woman throwing pictures in your face of a man you don't recognize and your brain is still foggy and all your friends and family seem to be shrugging their shoulders at you.

You're terrified and alone and all you get is some vagueness about an epic love story and too much emotion and all you want to do is hide. From everything. Plus your heart is doing this thing every time the girl is near and you think you might be dying maybe and remember how your brother died?

So, the girl kisses you, you literally feel like you might be dying, and it's like naw. Fuck this. I'm getting back an ounce of control. So you propose to Selin. I mean you don’t love her and you barely want her but at least she is the same. At least she hasn’t changed, and at least she doesn’t stare at you with the weight of a million expectations that everyone else does. At least she doesn’t look at you and hope to see a man you can’t ever remember being.

But then the girl everyone claims is your soulmate is suddenly engaged to another man, and spends every moment after that claiming she hates you, she is over you, she is better off/happier without you, doesn't need you.

So it's like, okay, what is the truth. Your brain isn't helping, your friends aren't helping, she isn't helping. So you lash out, you close off, because really, what else is left. Your life isn’t your life, your mind isn’t your mind, you can’t even figure out what’s real and what isn’t. And she’s getting married and you want to die but she’s getting married and surely if she loved you she wouldn’t be doing this?

And then you get your memories back. Finally. Everything comes flooding back ,and it's a lot. You cope in shitty ways, you don't respond well, etc. You’ve returned from the dead twice, and everything feels just slightly off, but maybe you can make this work. At least you have her. After a few days, you’re feeling like your old self. You've got your memories, your girl, the possibility of the future you had snatched twice, and then BOOM. She rejects you, out of nowhere.

Won't talk, won't communicate, you have no idea what the fuck is happening. She’s crying and sad but also not leaving but also not staying and your brain can’t quite work things out but all you can do is promise that you love her, only her, always her, forever. Surely she must know that by now, right?

And then she tells you about the baby. You can't remember the sex of course, but then you find out it probably happened while your brain was fucked, and you barely have time to process this before oh yeah the love of your life is leaving you bc she would rather you raise a baby with your rapist. And suddenly you might be dying, again.

But you stop her. You stop her and even though she says she didn’t come back for you, why else would she have stayed? So, you finally get her back, she tattoos you on her finger and maybe just maybe everything will be fine when BOOM. Cancer. You aren't even over the other shit, and you have a fucking tumor. You are 30 years old, you've survived a plane crash, amnesia, and now you have a tumor. How many times can a person die?

And so you don’t cope well. You withdraw, you back away. Your brother died when he was young, you know what that does to a person. You know what it did to your family. You have this fear that curls around your heart that says “but what if she becomes my mother.” And she goes. She leaves and she takes your heart and your child (that you don’t even know about) and it’s like...fuck. Again. Because everyone leaves you, eventually. And somehow, it’s always your fault.

So, what I'm saying is, Eda endured a lot, sure. She was hurt. Their breakup in 14 was hard and I’m not denying that (although there is another post I could write about how since Eda never actually uses her words to tell him how she feels he can, perhaps, be understood in assuming that breaking up after barely being together would hurt but also that she would move on and live her life happily without him. Which I guess season 2 proves…) Losing Serkan to an accident/amnesia was hard, looking at the body of the man she loves but not seeing the man she loves must have been agony. But Serkan was fucking wrecked. So instead of choosing to write a plot where they both get to heal, where they both get to explore their pain and work through it together, we get Serkan who reverted to being a robot to cope with massive trauma and PTSD, and essentially is abandoned by everyone, again.

I guess what I'm saying is, if staying with him and supporting him when he was dealing with trauma was too much for her, then fine.That is very true for some people, and it’s certainly realistic. But I don't really think that jives with Eda and her character, and while it isn't a trauma competition, I'd still think Serkan comes out a winner here. Eda lost her parents, which was awful. She lost him, but she got him back. Twice. His trauma is losing his brother, being abandoned by his parents, a plane crash, amnesia, emotional manipulation/abuse and cancer. And then he gets punished by having his daughter taken away from him because he was having a hard time coping. Keeping a kid a secret isn't "protecting the child" it's punishing the father.

Tl;dr The direction they have taken the characters is gross for both mains, but if people are trying to justify Eda keeping his child from him because “he deserves it” or “she did what was best for her” then I think we maybe haven’t been watching the same show. Even if he said “I don’t want kids,” saying that to a hypothetical child is very different then being told “a baby is very much our reality.” Because that's the crux right? It's not that he decided he just didn't want to be a father ever, he's scared of having a family and losing them or of them losing him. And then she made that very fear be realized. Which is tragic and quite the opposite of what his life partner needed to do in that situation.

Bitte.

Thanks to @lolo-deli for the proofread and the final lines, you are the best. And for putting up with my uncontrollable ranting about this for days.

[hamiltonimagines]

It Was Supposed to be a Secret

Pairing: Daveed x Reader

Request: “could you do a daveed fic where he and the reader are roommates and have been best friends since college but then they both start flirting casually and it turns out they both like eachother a lot. sorry for the really specific ask aha! -anonymous

Word Count: 1.4k

“Daveed can you help me?” I called out to my roommate. I was standing in our kitchen and I couldn’t reach a bowl because it was up on a higher shelf. “Coming” he called back. I waited for a second and Daveed came jogging into the kitchen.

“What’s up darling?” He asked me. “Can you get me a bowl pretty please” I begged him. “Would I ever tell you no?” He asked me, as he grabbed the bowl off the top shelf. “Thank you, you are an angel” I told him.

He handed me the bowl and I saw him laugh to himself. “What’s so funny?” I asked him, confused. “I was just thinking that if someone just saw us and they didn’t know us, they’d probably think we were dating” he explained.

“Are you saying we’d be a cute couple?” I asked him. “I mean we would, but what I meant was we just act like we’re a couple. All young and in love” he said.

The truth was I had always liked Daveed, the only catch was I had never told him. We had met in college and quickly became best friends. I still remember how we met like it was yesterday.

I was sitting in my English Composition class on the first day of college and I was terrified. It was in a huge lecture hall of like 400 students, and I knew none of them. I was waiting for class to start when suddenly, someone tapped me on the shoulder.

I looked up and saw a really cute guy with dark curls. “Excuse me, is this seat taken?” He asked me, politely. “No, not at all” I told him, smiling. “Your first day too?” He asked me. “Yeah, and I know absolutely nobody” I said, laughing.

“I’m Daveed, now you can say you know someone” He said, smiling back at me. “I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you” I told him. I couldn’t help but start to feel butterflies.

About half way into the lecture, I was so confused. The professor spoke at like one hundred words a minute and was rushing over these complicated concepts.

“Are you just as lost as I am?” Daveed whispered in my ear. I looked at him with a guilty expression and we both had to stop ourselves from laughing.

After the lecture had ended, we both stood up. “My next class isn’t until later, if you want to go to the coffee shop and study a little. You know, try and figure out what he was going on about” I proposed. “That sounds great, let’s go” he said, smiling at me.

I zoned back into present day. “So I’m going to go to the mall and meet Jasmine. We had plans to go shopping today” I told Daveed. He had introduced me to Jasmine at some party and we also became quick friends.

“Alright, don't talk to any weird boys” he warned me. “Are you my mom?” I asked, sticking out my tongue.

“No, more like a concerned boyfriend” he said. I froze, even though he was kidding, my heart still jumped when he said boyfriend. “Yeah right Diggs, you wish you could get with all of this” I teased. “Yeah, you’re right” he said, I saw him sneakily look me up and down.

“So I’ll be back later” I told him, walking out the door. I heard him yell “bye” as I closed the door.

I quickly hopped in my car and drove to the mall to meet Jasmine. I walked inside and saw her sitting on a bench, waiting. “Hey Jas” I said walking over to her. “Hey Y/N, you’re late. Were you busy with your loverboy?” She asked me.

“No, there was just traffic. And he’s not my loverboy, he’s just a friend” I told her. “Yeah right, you two flirt like a couple in their honeymoon phase” she told me. “That’s just how we are, we’re not dating” I reassured her.

“Well Daveed wishes you were” Jasmine said, smirking. “Did he tell you that?” I asked, excitedly. “Look at how excited you got, you like him too. He didn’t tell me, but I can see it in the way he looks at you” she told me.

I was ashamed that I had been so easy to read. “Yeah, if he comes forward and says he likes me. Then, I’ll let him know how I feel, okay deal?” I told her. She jokingly rolled her eyes. “One day, you will both realize what you’ve been missing and you’ll finally confess all these pent up feelings” she told me.

I blushed and then I heard my phone ding. “Is that him?” She asked, pretending to be annoyed. “No, it’s not him” I assumed. “Let me see” she said, grabbing my phone before I could read it.

“No Jas, give it back” I begged her, I hoped it wasn’t Daveed. If it was, she would never let me live it down. Jasmine’s whole face froze. “What’s wrong?” I asked her. “Daveed meant to send this to Anthony” she said, slowly.

“Well what does it say?” I asked. “Hey Ant, what’s up man? I need to talk to you about this whole Y/N thing. You’re the only one who knows I like her. She was talking about us as a couple and it took everything I had to not kiss her. What do I do????” She read aloud.

“You’re kidding” I said, in shock. I grabbed my phone and realized it said exactly what she had read out loud.

“I...I have to get home” I told her. “Go get your man” she said, smirking. I quickly drove home and I was standing outside our apartment door. I couldn’t work up the courage to open the door.

Then a wave of confidence took over me and I quickly opened the door and walked inside. I didn’t see Daveed in the kitchen or the living room. His bedroom door was open, so I peeked my head in and saw him sitting on his bed.

“Oh hey, you’re back soon” he said, shocked. “Can I come in?” I asked, hesitantly. “Of course, what's wrong sweetheart?” He asked me. I sat next to him on his bed.

“You sent me a text message meant for someone else” I said, showing him my phone. His eyes went wide and he cursed under his breath. “I’m so stupid” he muttered. Then, he ran his hands through his hair. I rubbed his back and then said “Can we talk about it?”.

“If it makes you uncomfortable, we can pretend it never happened. I’m so sorry. I never wanted to make you feel uncomfortable or awkward” he apologized. “You don’t have to apologize Daveed” I told him.

“No, I do. I don’t want this to ruin our friendship. You mean too much to me, I can’t do anything that would make me lose you.” he told me. “Daveed, I like you too” I told him, blatantly. “Wait, you what now?” He asked, shocked. “I like you, I always have. You’re sweet and you’re caring, how could I not fall head over heels for you?” I said, smiling.

He quickly pulled me into a hug. “I am so happy you said that, I thought I was going to lose you forever” he told me. “You’ll never lose me, especially not now. Now, you’re stuck with me” I said, smiling.

He leaned in slowly and connected our lips. I had dreamed of this moment since I met Daveed and it was so surreal. It was just as perfect as I had imagined it would be. He had one hand on top of my thigh, passively drawing circles. His other hand cupped my face. I felt truly content.

We both pulled away and I leaned my head on his shoulder. “You make me really happy Daveed” I told him, quietly. “I feel like the luckiest guy in the world right now, I finally can call you mine. I’ve wanted to tell you how I felt since I met you” he confessed.

“So why did you never tell me how you felt?” I asked him. “Well cause it was supposed to be a secret, duh” he joked. “But I liked you back” I told him. “But I didn’t know that” he argued. “Well now you do” I said, smiling and leaning in to kiss him.

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An exhaustive list of Dark Souls 3 bosses I would or would not date

Iudex/Champion Gundyr

We’re starting off this list with a strong yes. Our boy Gundyr has had a hard, difficult life, and he deserves some good company. He’s tall, strong, and I trust him to protect us as we set a lovely camp site outside of the fire link shrine.

Vordt of the Boreal Valley

Vordt is big and he is feral which are truly the only two qualities I look for in a man. Together we’d be unstoppable. I mean, think about how easy it would be to go around with him: just climb on his back and let the rodeo begin, baby. This argument alone should be enough to convince you that Vordt is a suitable boyfriend, but here’s another one: if you get too hot in the summer, worry fucking not for your gigantic man can hold his equally gigantic hammer over you and cover you with snow like an italian man covering his pasta with parmesan.

Cursed Rotted Greatwood

Now while I’m certain it would be a perfect partner for some people, the Cursed Rotted Greatwood isn’t for me. For one, I am not fan of curses, or rot, or weird sticky balls, or strange orange acid, or pale white and slightly viscous hands bursting through a living tree. Secondly, I feel like the crowd of Hollows who group up around the tree would be a big impediment to our intimacy, and I’m not ready to be the mother of 20 Hollows.

Crystal Sage

No offense but you’d be an idiot for not wanting to date the Crystal Sage. All wrapped up in one package, you get a super competent sorcerer bf, who wears the coolest hat in the galaxy and an equally cool cape, and who overall looks like the upgraded version of a plague doctor. In addition to that he also has a pretty rapier so you can both engage in some sparring (which we all know is the most romantic couple activity).

Deacons of the Deep

Probably one of the worst options on the list, they’re all crusty, rotting men moaning around a biggass coffin. There are many technical questions. If I dated a deacon, would I have to date all of them? Can we go out on dates or are they obligated to stay next to the coffin at all times? Can I even date them at all?? Not that I would, because I have standards. The only pro to entering this relationship(s?) would be that I’d probably get one of their robes for free, but the cons are so numerous that I’d rather buy it myself.

Abyss Watchers

Let’s be real and honest even if it hurts. Would I date an Abyss Watcher? Yes. Maybe I’d even date two. However, would an Abyss Watcher date me? No, because they’re all in love with Artorias, and I can’t blame them for that.

Old Demon King

At first I considered dating the Old Demon King like a Russian Instagram model dates an old, rich American man: with a great deal of fake love but above all great patience in order to be the only person on the will. But then I thought about it more, and what does the Old Demon King have to offer, really? A big firework show that will leave him exhausted like the old creature he is, and maybe some pyromancies. Truly, it is not worth it, especially since I’d have to take residence where he lives, in a big old room filled with the corpses of his kin.

High Lord Wolnir

I’ve got nothing against Wolnir personally, but I have no interest in skeletons, nor in his army of skeleton children. As stated above I’m not ready to be a mother. I feel like if we got in an argument and he sighed, he would poison me with his awful breath and I would die a horrible death. Also, living on the brink of the Abyss doesn’t appeal to me that much. However I would like Wolnir to be a good friend I can talk jewelry with because let’s be honest, the man (skeleton?) is blinged the fuck out even in death and I respect that.

Yhorm the Giant

Yes, I would date Yhorm. He was nothing but a sweet, misunderstood giant who always tried to get people to trust him and he convinced me. I would put my life in his big hands. Think of the possibilities. Just like with Vordt he could carry you everywhere but in a less reckless way if you prefer proper manners. You’d never have to worry about not seeing anything at a concert. Also, may I add that waiting for you to show up while sitting on his biggass throne is an absolute power move? Yhorm is a Lord of Cinder, but above all, a Lord of this heart.

Pontiff Sulyvahn

Would I date him because of his appealing aesthetic? Yes. Would I date him for anything else? No. Sulyvahn is absolutely terrifying, completely unhinged in the most frightening way, which is that he doesn’t look bat shit crazy. I could be thinking that everything is going well in our relationship then suddenly he’d lock me in a dungeon then would feed me to his weird friend because I put a fork in the knife drawer. He could pretend to propose and give me a weird fucked up ring with his eye in it and the next thing I know I’d be running in a field on all fours. I don’t trust like that.

Aldritch, Devourer of Gods

I’m so sad about Aldritch because literally everything about him is completely unappealing, unacceptable, unnatural, unholy, abhorrent, but he has the delicate and beautiful face of Gwyndolin. While our lovely Gwyndolin looks gorgeous as ever it doesn’t make up for the fact that Aldritch devoured people and probably wouldn’t find love to be a good reason to not eat his partner. The only reason I can find to have a friendship (not even a romantic relationship) with him is if you really like experimenting with cooking and you really, really need someone to taste your inventions.

Dancer of the Boreal Valley

I feel attraction, which means that just like any other being who feels attraction, I would date the Dancer. She is beautiful, graceful, a bit feral, and would not hesitate to put a flaming knife to my throat, which is the description of my dream woman. Imagine walking the streets with her, trying to hold her hand while it dangles 3 feet above you and she insists on holding her sword, actually, so she might slay anyone who tries to approach you, which she communicates through icy breaths and murmurs. The date of a lifetime.

Oceiros, the Consumed King

Another awful choice on this list, Oceiros is RABID and also, as far as we know, still a married man. You really want to date a man that hasn’t even gone through his divorce but already looks like this? Me neither. I’m already not big on dragon fucking but the fact that he’s all viscous and has weird growths all over him is not helping. Also, he has children, and we know how I feel about that — although, given how he treats them, he probably won’t have kids very soon (too far?).

Ancient Wyvern

So I’ve stated that I’m not very big on dragon fucking. With that said, do I think the wyvern is sexy and beautiful? Absolutely so. You’re probably like « Blue you’re sending mixed signals, are you gonna date the lizard or not? » and to that I say, date? Perhaps not. I would however like to form a lifelong bond with this wonderful force of nature and fight by its side, live a long and fulfilling life travelling along with it, only to die at the same time atop the tallest mountain in the world, where our skeletons will be discovers hundreds of years in the future by brave explorers, who will confirm that the legendary songs that were written about us were in fact not just a myth.

Nameless King

You’ve just read what I said about the wyvern. I feel like the Nameless King really understands me and would respect me for that. We could bond over our love of dragons and other flying scaly beasts and perhaps share some chaste kisses while soaring the sky on our companions. It’s nice to date someone who loves pets as much as you. I feel like he would be a fun guy to hang around in general, maybe he’d let you braid his hair or try on his crown. He can arrange personalized fireworks shows for you with his lightning powers. I don’t think you’d ever be bored around him.  

Dragonslayer Armor

Dating an empty suit of armor has never bothered me (see: ds2 Ruin Sentinels), however I have beef with the dragonslayer armor. Is it a beautiful armor? Perhaps a bit worn off, but the reply remains affirmative. However, it is controlled by Pilgrim Butterflies, which basically means I’m dating one to multiple of these things in the shape of an armor, and I’ve gotta confess that I’m not down for that.

Lorian Older Prince and Lothric Younger Prince

Here comes the delicate moment where we have to make a choice without offending anyone. I personally, speaking for myself, in my own opinion, would rather date Lorian. Reason: he is big, strong, and a bit rabid, which I’ve made very clear is my type. I don’t dislike Lothric, but I feel like we’d be better off as best friends who have a really snarky group chat where we shit talk the entire kingdom. That’s pretty good because if I even just slightly disliked Lothric I’m pretty sure Lorian would sense it and would not hesitate to murder me on sight.

Champion’s Gravetender and Champion Greatwolf

Well the full name is just a formality here, I’m not completely insane so I don’t want to date this rabid wolf. I feel like the Champion’s Gravetender is just a normal dude who’s a bit in over his head and it’s not his fault but he just seems a bit boring compared to all my other options. Instead of a date I think he’d be more of an awkward flirt I had when I was bored and then I came to my senses but didn’t know how to disengage, but in the end it worked out because he was more interested in his work anyway.

Sister Friede and Father Ariandel

Again a choice has to be made and I will have to be predictable and say I’d date Elfriede. Just like Dancer she’s what the woman of my dreams is made of. She’s graceful and could easily take my life and I think it’s awfully sexy of her to be like that. I think I’d be accepted into the family pretty easily, which is important since Father Ariandel cares about Friede so much. I’d go visit him sometimes, play chess with him, bring him his flail, normal interactions with your girlfriend’s dad.

Soul of Cinder

I’m gonna be a tiny bit freaky here and say I’d date the Soul of Cinder. Dating it is just like opening a Kinder Surprise egg, you never know what you’re gonna get (sorry Americans for excluding you here). That makes life exciting and doesn’t let routine stall your relationship. Every day you can wake up with the question « What weapon will my darling walk around with today? The flaming sword, or the sorcery staff? » and be surprised by the answer. Truly ideal, but I understand it’s not for the faint of heart.

Demon Prince

I’m gonna go with a maaaaaaybeeeee? leaning towards no. I mean yes, the Demon Prince is a weird fleshy flaming demon, and that may be a bit gross, but I’ve gotta admit I admire his style, the drama of it all. The care he puts into his entrance, the attitude in his moves. If we don’t date I’d at least want to be friends so he can teach me his ways.

Darkeater Midir

I have very intense and contradictory feelings towards Midir. In one hand, holy shit, absolutely epic dragon, the spirit of companionship is growing in me. On the other hand, this beast is RABID and pretending I could tame him is foolish, and pretentious. I guess in the end the answer remains that I don’t date dragons, I just want to adopt them as my extremely exotic pets.

Halflight, Spear of the Church

Yeah I’d date Halflight, I know it’s the easy answer but look at him. I mean shit he’s walking around like a little thotty with his shirt open and you mean to tell me I’m not supposed to wanna date him because he looks pretty much like a regular dude? My boy Halflight WANTS me to date him or else he would not show up with his tiddies out to a sword fight, which as an activity already has enough erotic implications on its own.

Slave Knight Gael

I’m gonna say it unashamedly and I’ll say it again: I would date Gael. He’s been nothing but helpful and when he tries to attack you it’s to help his little lady that he’s adopted as his niece. We love a chaotic parental figure. Maybe he’s a tad bit old and dirty but there’s nothing a good bath can’t fix and I’m sure he’d appreciate having someone taking care of him for once. Again, he’s got that slightly unhinged quality to him that makes him delightful. When I walk around with my partner I want us to instill both fear and fascination in people which we would be able to accomplish perfectly well.

Dark Souls 1: Remastered date list // Dark Souls 2: Scholar of the First Sin date list

[themidnight-ghost]

I should tell you

“Jesus, Mary, Joseph and the wee donkey, are you dating Joanne Davidson?”

“Boss, I honestly don’t see an issue...” Kate trailed off as Ted massaged his temples.

“You don’t see an issue? She swears at her superiors, has affairs with her staff, shot an officer twice in the chest, set up a plot to kill you and replied with ‘no comment’ to almost every bloody question.”

The euphoria Kate Fleming felt around Joanne Davidson was extravagant. Even now, when they lie in bed together trying to come down from their high, Kate still felt energised. The DI rolled over to face her girlfriend, with the bedsheets pulled up to her neck and subtly smiled.

Kate ran her left hand through Jo’s hair and cupped her cheek with the other, “Morning, boss.”

Jo opened her eyes and grinned when she met Kate’s, “You don’t have to keep calling me that.”

“I want to,” Kate replied honestly.

“You look beautiful, by the way.” Jo simply said as she moved forward to kiss her girlfriend tenderly. No one would have expected that Kate Fleming and Jo Davidson would become a thing. Especially after Jo’s arrest. Heck, they didn’t even know if Jo would survive prison! Jo paused their kiss, and Kate looked unexpectedly at the DI, “You should probably tell Steve and Ted.”

The moment was ruined.

Kate tensed as she sat up, pulling the duvet with her and laughing when she pulled too hard, so Jo was left bare, “What?”

“I said-'' Davidson smirked as she deliberately rolled onto Kate’s chest, making her blush, “You should tell Steve and Ted. You may not be related, but they’re your friends.”

“What if I don’t want to tell Steve?” Kate challenged with a whisper, not looking away from Jo's eyes.

“You can look at my tits, Kate. I don't mind.”

“JO!” Kate profusely blushed and shoved her ex-boss to the side,

Jo snickered and leant back into the DI for a cuddle, “It isn’t like you haven’t seen them before.”

“But seriously,” Kate hummed when she went back to being serious, “Steve will support it; I know he will. But Ted? I don’t want to tell. He might not like it.”

“But he threw confetti at that proposing gay couple?”

“That’s different. Not only am I his colleague, but I’m also dating a woman who committed multiple offences to the law and it’ll be awkward, especially in a work setting.”

“Yeah, I still feel a little guilty for that,” Jo confessed.

“You shouldn’t. It was shitty, but you did it because Pilkinton had a gun to your head and somehow made things right, but,” Kate hesitated and wrapped an arm around Jo’s torso, “that still doesn’t change what happened.”

“Steve’s your best friend, and from what I can tell, you’ve known Ted for a good while.” Jo gently kissed Kate’s jaw before shuffling away, allowing the DI to go downstairs.

“I might.” Kate smiled as she grabbed her underwear and a towel from the floor, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Kate.”

Both women had been dating for a significant amount of time. Their story started when Jo broke up with Farida, and the two started getting close. After that, there had been a series of unofficial dates, secret glances, handholding, confessions and a memorable car getaway. Kate was embarrassed that it took her so long to come to terms with her feelings.

The night when Kate shot Pilkinton was definitely memorable but for all the wrong reasons. Kate couldn’t care less that she’d shot an officer; the only thing she cared about was saving Jo and getting them far away from town. She was looking forward to a life of peace without bent coppers lurking around corners and getting married to the woman she loved. That being said, Kate didn’t confess her love until Jo was in prison.

Finally arriving at work, Kate scanned her ID and headed straight for Ted’s office.

“Morning, Kate.” Hastings didn’t look up from his computer.

Tapping her on the shoulder, Steve approached with two cups of coffee from behind, “The Gaffer thinks he’s found something worth looking at.”

Kate raised an eyebrow, “Oh yeah? What’s it relating to?”

“Our friend, Jo Davidson.”

Kate’s heart dropped to the floor. Was it bad? Who was she kidding? Of course, it was going to be bad.

“I don’t want to make any sudden moves,” Ted admired his coffee, “Let’s just wait it out.”

Steve knew that Kate had some sort of soft spot for Jo. He didn’t know the details of their relationship but was aware they were close,

“Has she mentioned anything to you since she was released?”

Kate shook her head.

“Strange.” Hastings began, “I was quite hoping we’d seen the last of her. The poor girl’s been through enough as it is.”

Kate picked her fingernails, and her stomach churned over, “Can I confess something?”

“Of course…” Hastings folded his arms and leaned across the desk, gesturing for Kate to take a seat.

“Do you want me out?” DI Arnott hesitated.

“It’s alright, Steve. I need to tell both of you anyway.”

“I’ve been seeing someone,” A beat, “romantically.”

The confession slipped out, and jumping the first hurdle was surprisingly easy, but unfortunately, it wasn’t as straightforward as that.

The Gaffer corrected his posture, and Steve cocked his head, “Oh? For how long?”

“About 4 months.”

Steve looked slightly hurt, “And you never told me?”

“I didn’t think it was necessary,” Kate replied sheepishly.

Steve and Ted weren’t blood-related, but Kate still viewed them as her family. One of Kate’s strongest memories was when Steve slept on her sofa bed every night after her husband left.

“What’s his name?”

Another hurdle appeared that Kate had to somehow jump over - the gay hurdle. Until she met Jo, Kate never imagined herself to be bisexual. The haircut had always been misleading until now.

“He’s a she.” Kate wouldn’t say she was scared of her boss, but she certainly valued his approval and Catholic beliefs.

Ted paused to think this over before leaning back in his chair, closing his eyes, and smiling. The smile grew, and a flower of hope blossomed in the DI’s chest. Steve was grinning at both reactions and patted Kate reassuringly on the shoulder.

“I’m happy you felt comfortable enough to tell us,” Steve spoke for them.

“Does this mean you’re okay with this?” Kate didn’t know why she needed an answer, but she would feel even better with confirmation.

“It’s your life, of course, we are! Now, who is she?”

“Okay, okay”, Kate could burst with excitement! Even though they didn’t know it was Jo, Kate could still describe her lover in perfect detail. “She has short, dark brown hair, which has a subtle wave at the end. She is pretty pale, so in the sun, her freckles come out, but you won’t see them unless you’re super close! Her cheeks are always red because she is somehow always blushing!” Kate continued to gush, “Her eyes are brown, and her favourite colour is blue! She was also a police officer-”

“You told them yet?” Jo Davidson leaned in the doorway with a giant grin plastered on her face, “or are you just going to keep describing my facial features?”

Silence.

Jo stopped as she realised what she’d said.

Kate looked between Jo, Steve and Ted. She loved her ex-boss, but she really needs to learn to read a situation.

Steve and Ted simultaneously looked between Kate and Jo. Their brains slowly put the puzzle together in an organised fashion. The hair, the skin, the blush, the eyes and finally, the favourite colour.

The history hurdle.

The grinding of Ted’s chair against the floor wasn’t enough to pierce the tension between the group. Kate ushered her girlfriend into the office, closing the door, taking her hand and cautiously walking over to Steve and Ted.

“Jo, this is Steve. Steve, this is Jo.” Kate introduced them, and Jo waved shily. “Jo, this is Ted, Ted this is-”

“I know who Jo Davidson is.” Ted’s voice was a deadly monotone. “How did you even get in?”

“I walked through the door.” The awkwardness had obviously got to the former SIO, who proceeded to bite her lip as she glanced around the room, eyeing the wall with great curiosity.

“Davidson.” Jo’s head snapped back to the situation as Hastings addressed her. “Are you dating one of my officers?”

“Well-” Jo didn’t know what to say, and thankfully, Ted didn’t want to hear it.

“Katherine Laura Fleming.” Kate flinched at the use of her full name.

“Your middle name is Laura?” Jo tentatively asked before Ted shut her off. “Jesus, Mary, Joseph and the wee donkey, are you dating Joanne Davidson?”

“Boss, I honestly don’t see an issue...” Kate trailed off as the Gaffer rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“You don’t see an issue?” Ted tried hard to keep his composure, “She swears at her superiors, has affairs with her staff, shot an officer twice in the chest, set up a plot to kill you and replied with ‘no comment’ to almost every bloody question.”

“She also commanded multiple armed officers, is super observant, tactically agile, Scottish and be honest: we all know I was the one who shot Ryan Pilkinton.”

Steve sniggered. “I just can’t believe you both.”

“After everything, she's done? I don’t know if I should be impressed or appalled.” Ted corrected.

“You’re not mad?” Kate pushed,

“I'm not mad, but I’m seriously debating whether I should fire you for stupidity. You said it’s been going on for 2 or 3 months, but when did it even start?”

“Jo and I have been shagging on the sly for months.” Jo snickered at Kate’s comment, “But for me, it started in the getaway car and when Jo went to prison. I always felt different about her, but it only hit me when I thought I’d lose her for good.”

Kate’s sentence pulled on Jo’s heartstrings as she remembered the recent events. Throughout her short time in prison and working on Operation Lighthouse, Kate had been her friend and colleague. She cared for Jo more than anyone else in her life and Kate was the only person to make an effort and ask about her day. Overwhelmed, the smaller woman buried her head in Kate’s shoulder, forgetting all about the angry Ted Hastings. Kate kissed Jo’s forehead and smiled fondly down at her.

Both Steve and Ted thought they knew exactly how Jo Davidson worked, especially after interviewing Farida they pictured her as a manipulative, self-centred psychopath. The recent interview didn’t exactly change their opinions either. But this was different. It wasn’t normal for anyone to see Jo vulnerable, but it looked easy when she was with Kate. Jo relaxed, her shoulders dropped, breathing steady, eyes shut with a gentle smile. And in the years Steve had known Kate, he had never seen her blush as much as she did now or look at someone with so much compassion and… love?

“Just so you know, we don’t care that you’re gay, mate. And we shouldn’t care who you date either. I think it was just a shock for Hastings here.” Steve patted his boss on the back.

“It was a shock to me too.” Jo finally addressed the room, “I thought I was done. Mentally, physically and romantically.”

“I should apologise for my words,” Ted replied sheepishly, “I have nothing against anyone, but as you can tell, I’m still a little prickly.”

Jo awkwardly picked down the skin on her fingers, “I don’t blame you, sir.” It was still a little awkward between the trio, and Ted was determined to settle things, “I didn’t get a chance to mention it, but I’m impressed with your knowledge of the law, especially in that interview.”

Kate proudly squeezed Jo’s arm, “Thank you.”

“Unfortunately,” Ted continued, “I can’t let you back on the force-”

“Oh, don’t worry about that: I’m done with police work altogether.” Jo looked fondly at Kate, “I just want to focus on my life and what I have left.”

“Wise words.” Steve nodded, “Can I get anyone another coffee?”

“Tea, please.”

“Same here.”

Steve headed towards the door, gesturing Kate to follow.

“Is it wise to leave them there alone?” Kate jogged after her colleague.

Steve grinned, “Let them talk about rules for a while; I’d rather know all about this new development!” he playfully nudged Kate’s arm and jumped for joy when they were at the coffee machine and out of sight.

“You gonna calm down now?” Kate chucked before looking serious, “By the way, what did you find out about Jo? Should I be worried?”

“Go no! There was a small break in around your apartment. We checked the security cameras and noticed Jo Davidson walking past and holding hands with…” Steve dragged out the answer before pointing to DI Fleming, “you.” Kate turned pale as Steve continued, “I had my suspicions, and we intended to mention it today, see if we could get a reaction. Guess I didn’t even have to try, mate.”

☁️ First ever Flemson fic, fist time watching Line of Duty - that ending was NOT IT (expect a 4000 word alternate ending fic soon) if you read this, thank you x ☁️

[erensnubs]

𝑳𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑱𝒐

Hanamaki Takihiro x GN! Reader

Based off of the Laurie and Jo Scene in Little Women

Summary: Sometimes first loves never work out

Content: Angst, pure angst

From pirate ships, to being monarchs and warriors of old, you and Hanamaki Takahiro, were best friends.

He was the little boy who moved in next door, snot running down his nose, hands stained with dirt as he offered you a piece offering of roly polies and leaves.

You were the little kid who rolled around in the mud and terrorized the other kids by throwing sticks at them.

Needless to say you immediately became best friends. And menaces to your parents, the neighborhood kids and society in general.

You were together from the young ages of kindergarten, you were there to witness Hanamaki's awkward stage of puberty. You were there to witness him making other friends than you and lovers.

He was there when he saw you make other friends than him, dating a lot of people. He was there when you were scared of going to middle school, was there when you had anxiety over grades.

You were there for each other all the time, ups and downs, triumphs and trials.

So it was natural, that Hanamaki fell, completely and hopelessly;

In love with you.

You're running in the grass, rolling around with Hanamaki laughing your asses off. You guys have just graduated highschool and the two of you, being the dumb bitches you are decide to skip the family party to celebrate your accomplishments. 

“We’re adults now!” You yell, half skipping down the hill and eventually trip. 

You pick yourself up and start screaming. 

“I’M FREE FROM THIS GOD FORSAKEN TOWN! WE’RE FREE!” 

Hanamaki laughs, “Yeah says the one who barely passed history.” 

He grabs you by the arm and drags you through the flowers of the field and sets you down, all the while you giggle deliriously. 

Usually Hanamaki would be laughing along, making stupid jokes about your laugh. 

But he doesn’t. 

And it scares you. 

Before you even open your mouth to say anything, Hanamaki plops down beside you and thoughtfully asks, 

“What are we going to do, [Name]? After here?” 

The question sounded serious not like those ones where he asked you if he looked sexy for prom or if his crocs match the vibe of the weather that day. 

You paused to take in the question. 

“Well... I can’t really answer that Hiro Out of our whole friend group we’ve always been the floaters. The ones that never really know what we’re doing...” 

Hanamaki turns his head around, baby hairs sticking onto his skin from the sweat of running. His eyes are looking at you, no they’re looking through you. 

He breathes out a yes, like he’s been holding something from you. A secret he didn’t want to tell. 

You turn away abruptly hoping he doesn’t see your slight change of attitude. 

“Iwaizumi’s going to America, Mattsun is getting ready for college, and you know Oikawa is going over to Brazil to pursue volleyball.” 

“I honestly don’t know Hiro. I get that we can’t be kids who run around more and throw dirt at each other,” you say laughing softly. 

Hanamaki scoffs, “But you wish it was like that huh?” 

You sit up and pick the grass from the ground and throw it randomly into the air. 

“Of course! I still want to get a pirate ship and go and travel the world with you.” 

Hanamaki raises his eyebrows, “And steal gold from random people?” 

You smile cheekily, “Of course. Then we’ll build our chocolate empire, something that could rival Willy Wonka’s.” 

Hanamaki stands up and puts his hand out to you. 

You grab it, but why do you feel like the gesture is something much more than a friendly hand? 

The two of you start walking, swinging your arms around as you joke about your chocolate factory, your pirate ships, the adventures you’re going to have. 

The sun was setting, the long, green blades of grass turning yellow as you and Hanamaki run through them, creating scars and bumps on your skin. 

You were going to miss highschool. You were going to miss groaning about exams and certain substitute teachers. Miss skipping classes with Mattsun and Makki to go get wasted with cheap alcohol. 

You were going to miss Oikawa and his stupid smile and Iwaizumi and his stupid nicknames. You were going to miss crying with the 3rd years over lost volleyball games. 

Hell, you were probably going to cry when Oikawa and Iwaizumi left to continue their lives. You might even cry when Mattsun goes to college even if he isn’t going overseas. 

But at least you had Hanamaki. Your dearest friend. Though your relationship has gotten deeper and you were able to confide with each other, you were still the 2 children that fought other kids on the playground. 

You could always, always rely on him. Because you never changed with each other. 

“[Name]?” 

You turn around and see Hanamaki. His eyes glowed with something. 

And it was not of the setting sun. 

“Yes?” You say, the sky turning darker as moments pass. 

“I know we talk about us being adventurous and going with the flow... but I feel like we could do something more, you know?” he says it quietly, his thumb subconsciously rubbing yours. 

You look up at him, “What do you mean? You just want to suddenly work a 9-5 job in a corporate company? We talked about this Hiro...” 

He looks taken aback, “No no, that’s not what I meant [Name].”

Hanamaki gets quieter, “We could always be little kids, playing with swords and sticks. Together.” 

You pause as Hanamaki looks up at your eyes. Together? You’ve always been together? Always. 

Wait. 

He couldn’t possibly mean. 

You pull back from his grasp, 

“No Hiro I can’t do that. Please no.” 

You start walking away from him and he advances as he argues, trying to salvage something. 

“[Name], no I love you and I have always loved you since we were little! I can’t imagine myself being with anyone else besides you!” 

You walk faster and wrap your arms around yourself, “No, no, no. Hiro you’re being ridiculous.” 

“Yes, YES!” 

“No! We can’t!” 

“[NAME]! COME BACK HERE LET ME SEE YOU!” Hanamaki says running towards you. 

You spin around and stare at him, “We can’t work Hiro! I could never love you that way, and I would be lying, God I would be lying if I said that I did. Our whole life together we’re going to be pretending.” 

He runs his fingers through his hair in frustration, “Why?! We were just talking about doing adventures together! Why is that any different than what I proposed!?” 

You stomp your foot onto the ground, “Did you not just listen to me you dipshit? I could never love you romantically! Ever! I care for you, I worry for you but Hanamaki you are my friend. My closest friend. You are the one thing in my life that hasn’t changed so quickly and then you pull this shit?” 

Hanamaki starts yelling now, “BUT I MAKE YOU HAPPY! AND YOU MAKE ME HAPPY! WE HAVE BEEN TOGETHER SIDE BY SIDE, FOR YEARS [NAME]! YEARS! I HAVE DONE EVERYTHING I COULD HAVE TO TELL YOU I LOVE YOU!” 

You start shaking your head, “No, don’t say that.”

Hanamaki starts rambling, “You always tell me that words and actions are your love languages- 

“Stop.” 

“And I’ve been doing it, [Name]. I have. I have been there for you, anywhere and-and-”

“Takihiro stop.” 

“And I can’t feel like this anymore. I can’t let you slip through my fingers and watch you run away from me like everyone else has-”

“TAKIHIRO STOP IT!” 

The only things that you could hear were the sounds of your breathing and the crickets in the grass. 

“Takihiro, you’re being a child. You’re being stupid and ridiculous. Do not let the fantasies of a boy ruin your future,” you say sternly, begging for your tears to not fall onto the ground. 

“You say that, [Name], and then run from everything that requires commitment,” he says sharply. 

“You’re a coward, [Name]. You’re hurting me.” 

Hanamaki is stepped away from you know and he starts walking away. 

“My life has no meaning anymore-”

You scoff, “Takihiro your love for me isn’t worth your life!” 

Hanamaki walks away and his voice is racked with sobs. Oh god he seriously does love you. 

Why? 

“Takihiro come back here!” 

You’re running towards him now, grabbing his arm but he pushes away. 

“Takihiro think with your brain! Just because we can’t be together the way you want doesn’t mean we have to sever all ties!” You say breathlessly. 

“I mean think about it, we could have never worked. You hate the fact I don’t eat your favorite ice cream, you constantly like to go out and I like staying home.” 

“I don’t care-” 

“I hate meeting your other family members because they look down on me, my family members have always been skeptical of you-” 

“I don’t care about that-” 

“And we would be miserable, Takihiro. Absolutely miserable with one another-” 

“No we wouldn’t,” he says stopping and grabbing your arm. Your noses were touching as his thin lips tried to connect with yours.

You pull away. 

“Admit it Makki. We are better off as friends, not lovers,” you say finally. 

“I’m ugly and I don’t care about my appearance like your other lovers do. I’m brutally honest with you and sometimes you cry about my opinion and-” 

“I love you [Name].” 

“I’m lazy and have no real goal in life, I have no foundation no, no rock or something. I don’t have a drive, Hiro! You’re going to be stuck with someone who doesn’t care.” 

“I love you.” 

“And you’re going to find someone else, a nice person, who likes eating your ice cream and dresses up. Who has a clear goal in life and someone your family will love-” 

“No one could ever replace you, [Name]-” 

You throw your hands up in frustration, “You’re mixing platonic and romantic feelings together and turning it into some big thing!” 

“No, I’m not.” 

“Yes you are.” 

Silence surpasses you again and Hanamaki starts walking away. 

You spoke up, “But-” 

He turns around again and looks at you with hope. Hope for something more. 

“That I don’t think I’ll ever be with someone romantically, Makki. I’ve gone years without.” 

Hanamaki scoffs and starts to laugh cruelly, 

“I don’t believe that, [Name]. You’re going to find someone, and you’re going to fall hard.” 

You sneer, “How do you know?” 

“I just do, you’re impossible to not fall in love with. You’re the sunshine in my life.” 

“Takihiro don’t say that, please.” 

He looks back at you, “But you are! You are my world, my-” 

“LEAVE ME! OH MY GOD LEAVE ME!” You yell at him and turn away. 

This was the 1st time Hanamaki hears you with that voice. 

"[Name]-"

"JUST GO PLEASE-"

"YOU WILL FALL IN LOVE WITH SOMEONE [NAME]!” 

You spit out your words, “OH REALLY YOU THINK I WILL? ME? THE PERSON WHO TURNED YOU DOWN?!” 

“YES! YES [NAME],” Hanamaki says. 

“You’re going to fall in love with someone and you’re perfect, care free life will turn upside down and they’re going to love you. And you’re going to be perfect with each other-” 

“HANAMAKI-” 

“And I will watch. I will watch you grow and love this person. I will watch it happen because I still love you and I don’t think I’ll love anyone else.” 

“And I will watch you, I will watch you [Name], and- and,” 

You couldn’t bear to see his tears fall from his eyes, so you turn away. 

“I will imagine that it could have been me and you-”

“Hanamaki please-” 

“I don’t know what to do with myself but I will still take care of you and I truly love you, forever and-” 

“Hanamaki-” 

“I won’t ever stop, [Name]. Ever,” he says softly as he tries to reach out for your hand. 

You pull away, your voice breaking. 

“Hanamaki, go. I don’t want to see you right now,” you say softly. 

You don’t have to turn around to see him crumble. You can feel it. 

Because your heart was crumbling too. 

“I’ll go... get back safe, [Name],” he adds. 

You don’t say anything back, and hear the slow movements in the grass as your best friend walked away from you. 

Forever. 

The sky is dark, the stars seemed ashamed at your argument, and they don’t shine like they used to from years before. 

You stayed in the grass, silent tears on your face as you shielded yourself from the cold with your arms. 

You wanted to go home, but home wasn’t a place

It was a person. And his name was Hanamaki Takihiro. 

But home loved you, and you didn’t love it back the way they wanted. 

More tears flowed from your eyes at the sudden thought emerged from your eyes. 

You had no home anymore. 

AN: Another random little oneshot I did for my boy Hanamaki! Please comment your thoughts or reblog and like! I need constructive critiscm loves so I know what I can write and appeal to! 

Taglist: @saladskittles​

[jaeyunluvs]

forever together - arón piper

Requested by @fashphotolife: Hiii I wanted to request an Aron Piper imagine where him & the reader have been broken up for a while because he thought it was the right thing to do but somehow they see each other again & she tells him how at the end it’s always gonna be him & one way or another they’re back together

A/N: Thank you for requesting! love the idea I hope you’ll like it! have a nice day <3 Also i changed one thing!!!

warnings: angst, fluff at the end

disclaimer: english is not my first language there might be some errors please let me know if i do! poor spanish also lol :))

It was 5 months since you’ve last seen him. The most painful time you’ve ever gone through in your life. 

The weird thing was everyone was extremely shocked about your guys’ break up because everyone knew you loved each other. 

You met him through your best friend Jane’s fiancée, Leo. What a coincidence that Aron is Leo’s best friend too. Since they love you both and don’t want you guys to stay single they set you guys up on a blind date. You were so hesitant about it.

But that blind date was the best date you could ever go to. 

It was all amazing. You guys dated for 8 months it was going all perfect. You guys even met each other’s parents. 

Until he started acting and spending so much time on set, you working and not being able to spend a lot of time together. Both of you were hurt. After many fights, you guys decided to brake up because you both thought it was the right thing to do. 

Was it really?

You tried dating some guys over the months, Jane set you up on various blind dates but you never felt right with the poor guys. You always politely declined their second date proposal.

He was the only one who felt good and right.

Here you are now, getting ready for Jane and Leo’s wedding. You were so happy for your best friend. Leo proposed to Jane when Aron and you were together. You, Leo and Aron set up the proposal and it was so heartwarming. 

It was the wedding morning, you, Jane, her bridesmaids and mom were getting ready for the wedding. You were so excited and happy for it because Jane and you always imagined getting married since you were kids. 

The place was magnificent. It was simple but colorful, the smell of fresh flowers and the astonishing decors were perfect.

“Y/N, I’m getting married today.” Jane told you while she was getting her hair ready. You can feel by her voice that she was getting emotional by tears filling in her eyes. This also made your emotional personality surface.

“I know Jane, it’s crazy, you’re not gonna be my hot single wingman anymore and we won’t be stalking hot guys.” you said while laughing with your tears. She sobbed more emotion pouring for her eyes and told you to shut up.

“Remember when we used to plan our weddings, you always picked Leonardo Di Caprio and I always picked Brad Pitt, we were going to get married in Hollywood and it would be the perfect wedding?” Jane claimed with nostalgia.  Leonardo Di Caprio was your biggest celebrity crush in the entire world. You laughed and sobbed together as you remembered your old memories.

After hugging and comforting each other Jane spoke ,“You know he’s gonna be here.” You knew exactly who she meant. The one and only Aron. You weren’t sure you’re ready to see him but you didn’t want to ruin your best friend’s most special day.

“We’re not gonna be thinking about my problems today, it’s your day carina!” You said trying to change the subject and hoping she would forget.

“Y/N, baby, I think you guys should talk again it’s clear that you-” Jane couldn’t even finished her sentence someone interrupted her.

“Jane, come on it’s the time, we’re going.” her mom said. Wow it was the time.

Meanwhile in the grooms room Leo was getting ready.

"Wow, my man is getting married!" Aron said excitedly walking into Leo's room

"Isn't it weird? Like me getting married?" Leo claimed joy filling in his voice.

"Cabron today is gonna be awesome and you're gonna marry your dream girl, also the honeymoon is a perfect time!" Aron reminded smirking, cheering up his best friend. He was very happy for his best friend and tried not to remember his dream girl.

"She's also gonna be there Aron." Leo told him.

Aron was feeling the same grief, over you. It wasn’t over for him. Leo and Jane knew that and they always talked about how those two precious human beings are suffering for no reason.

Aron had the most painful time of the year when you guys broke up. He felt weird because he never felt that way with a person in his life. He always teared up when he heard your name. He always bottled up his emotions but Leo knew he was sad. 

Aron looked at his phone while trying to ignore what he said about his ex, and then he realizes it's the time.

"Cabron it's the time we gotta go!" Aron said rapidly.

"Ah shit we should go! But you gotta talk that girl Aron please" said Leo before going. Aron ignored his comment but couldn’t help but think what would happen if he did

After Leo and Jane said their yes' and speech, you were legit sobbing out of happiness. Their wedding was perfect. You couldn't help but think of him cause you thought he was the one, he is still the one.

"Y/NNN IM MARRIEEEEEDDDD YAYYY!!!" Jane screamed hugging you from the behind while you were talking something with a friend.

"I KNOWW IM SO PROUD OF YOU I CRIED SO MUCH DUMBASS" You claimed expressing your happiness.

"Thank you Y/N, now it will be weird being introduced as married" Leo said while laughing.

They looked at the dancing stage, the people were waiting for them so you let them go. They danced with Louis Armstrong, Stevie Wonder and many romantic artists’ songs.

You looked around to see if Aron's there. He was there.

He was watching Leo and Jane dancing but there was another girl trying to flirt with him. You were furious for no reason. He wasn't even yours.

Aron also looked around to see you. He did see you but a girl was trying to flirt with him but he ignored her and continue to look for you.

After many songs there was it. That song was playing.

"Same bed but it feels just a little bit bigger now"

After that lyric, you looked at Aron and he looked at you.

"Our song on the radio but it don't sound the same"

"When our friends talk about you, all it does is just tear me down"

"Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name"

You looked at Jane and Leo. They set this up of course it's their job.

"It all sounds like ooh, ooh hoo hoo"

"Mm, to young to dumb to realize"

"That I should have bought you flowers"

"And held your hand"

"Should have gave you all my hours"

"When I had the chance"

"Take you to every party cause all you wanted to do was dance"

The accuracy of this song made you sob through the song and you ran to the bathroom.

That song always made you cry. It was fricking Bruno Mars.

"Get yourself together Y/N, it's over, are you dumb? Stop doing that! Stop making yourself sad!" you mumbled taking mental notes to yourself.

You were alone in the bathroom but then, you heard someone's footsteps. It was clear that it was a man you understand through the sound of the shoes. But who is it?

It can't be him, right?

"Y/N hey, can we talk please?" Aron said knocking on your door.

"Aron? Is that really you?” You asked feeling your heart feeling pain through your chest.

"Yes, please open your door and come here" Aron's husky voice and you can understand that he was also crying.

You opened the door, walking in front of him, taking a tissue, cleaned your nose while looking at him. He looked back for a second. But then he stopped.

"How are you Aron?" You asked feeling the tense.

"Fuck Y/N! Ever since you've gone my life had been hell!" he started to cry.

There was an awkward silence but you decided to talk.

“Aron I always went to many dates but no one is like you. I can't stop thinking of you." He stand there, trying to process what you were saying. He didn't say anything.  You felt an immediate panic. "I don't know I probably shouldn't have to say these. I'm sorry!" You said while feeling the guilt so bad.

But then when you're leaving, he held your wrist.

"Y/N it's always gonna be you. No matter how many girl i see, hook up or be girlfriend with will never be like you. You're the one. It's always gonna be you."

You felt sudden urge to kiss him. And you cupped his cheeks, wet from crying and kissed his lips.

The kiss was so long but it was so passionate. You could taste Aron's lips. It was full of grief and it was itchy because he always bite his lips harshly.

"Soo, does this mean we're back together?" he smiled between the make out session.

"Hmmm.. You could say so" You smirked stopping the kisses and hugging him tightly.

"I missed you so much cabron you have no idea" Aron told you so seriously.

"I missed you more but you’re here now" You defended yourself with wide grin on your face

That moment last 5 minutes more and then you and Aron decided to go dance on stage and announce you’re together again.

Jane and Leo were worried for you while they were dancing, cause they saw you crying. They knew, that song was your sweet spot because Aron and you always listened Bruno Mars. They opened it open purpose but it wasn’t to hurt you. It was for you and Aron.

Then a while longer, you weren't still nowhere to be found, Jane was almost going to leave the dance stage. But then she saw two familiar faces walking to the stage.

"ARON? Y/N? HOLDING HANDS?" Jane yelled at Leo.

"Oh my god baby! We're match makers!!" Leo yelled back.

"Hi guys!" you shyly smiled at the newly married couple. They were still in shock.

"We're back together. Thank you for helping us." Aron said holding your hands tightly.

Leo and Jane couldn't help but hug you guys tightly.

It was a perfect night.

After sending Jane and Leo to their honeymoon, you cried again. Aron cried with you. Everyone was so happy. Weddings as usual.

"You know it's the best day of my life today." Aron said, hugging you before leaving.

"I know, our best friends got married, and we got back together. Isn't that the best thing?" You smiled with full of happiness. You continued to hug.

"I'm hungry, we should get food" Aron broke the silence. You couldn’t help but laugh so hard. He was a whole mood

"Let's go get McDonalds?" You asked with amusement.

He looked at you smiling and said "McDonalds date it is!"

Best things in the whole world. Food and your boyfriend.

He was the one,

He was your man,

It's always gonna be him.

Song Credits: When I Was Your Man - Bruno Mars

[petersasteria]

Think of Me - Tom Holland (2)

Pairing: rich kid!Tom x Reader, architect!Haz x Reader

Requested? Yes! From Wattpad x

This is for my 5k reads celebration on Wattpad.

Part 1 || Tom Holland Masterlist || Ultimate Masterlist

* * * *

Seven years. A lot can happen in seven years, but you and Tom kept your word; thinking of each other all the time. From each year that passed, Tom kept wondering about how you were doing, how the baby was doing. He mostly wondered about the baby, though. He wanted to know who the baby looked like and if it was a boy or a girl. You really went off the grid after the wedding. He tried to find you, but it's like you just disappeared.

He was utterly heartbroken and seven years later, he still is.

During those seven years, he and Anastasia became good friends. They relate to each other especially in the part of their lives where they had to break up with their lovers, because of the arranged marriage. All the mushy stuff was just for show for their families, but when it's only the two of them, they hang out like best friends.

Anastasia grew curious about you too, because Tom always talked about you. She also wondered what your baby would look like so together, they imagined what the baby would look like in their heads. Anastasia wanted to meet you too.

Like Tom, she also wondered about how her ex girlfriend was doing. Her ex girlfriend went off the grid too.

Sadly, they'll never know the truth.

The truth is, the day after the wedding, you and Leia, Anastasia's ex girlfriend, were called by Tom and Anastasia's parents.

"Hi, I'm Y/N." you smile at the girl next to you. She's the only nice thing in the meeting room you're both in. She looks at you and smiles back, "I'm Leia."

Just as you're about to talk, the door opens and in comes Nikki and Dom with Anastasia's parents. You knew it was them, because you heard Leia gulp in fear as soon as she saw them.

"Thank you for coming, ladies." Margot, Anastasia's mom says with a fake smile. "You both nearly ruined the relationship of our children, but we forgive you."

"Let's just cut to the chase," Dom starts. He glances at you and nods before talking, "We want both of you to disappear. Go off the grid or whatever you call it. We don't need you ladies ruining our plans for the company."

"We made a contract for you to sign." Nikki says, giving you and Leia the papers. "To summarize, the contract says that you will never be in contact with Tom and Anastasia. You are also not allowed to see them. We allowed you to enter their lives as lovers, but your time is up. I think I speak for all of us when I say, we want you out of their lives completely."

"You are not allowed to speak about this to anyone. This is absolutely top secret." Margot says sternly.

"I-I'm sorry, but I can't sign this." you say.

"Why not, Ms. Y/L/N?" Dom asks coolly as he looks at you with no sympathy. "Is there a problem?"

"Yes, actually." you take a deep breath, "I'm pregnant and it's Tom's. He deserves to be in his child's life."

"Keep your bastard child away from him and our family!" Nikki raises her voice. "It won't be good for Tom's image and he doesn't need a child at the moment. We'll only accept children from Tom and Anastasia. Now sign the goddamn contract or we'll send you to jail."

"You wouldn't want your child to be raised in jail, would you?" Dom asks. You shake your head as tears clouded your vision. "Then sign the papers."

You and Leia wordlessly sign the papers and after that, you and Leia received five thousand pounds each as a thank you for officially staying away from Tom and Anastasia.

You and Leia kept in contact and remained good friends. She constantly checked up on you when you were pregnant and she was there for you when you gave birth. She became your best friend! There was someone there for you too whenever Leia wasn't around. You met him when you were five months pregnant and he's been there for you ever since.

He's also your fiancé.

You were standing in line to buy yourself some hot chocolate at a café. You missed the taste of coffee, but the doctor said caffeine isn't good for the baby so you opted to drink hot chocolate everyday in lieu of coffee.

The man in front of you is ordering and is taking some time to order. Kind of annoyed and irritated (mainly because of your mood swings), you mutter under your breath, "You should've thought about your order before falling in line."

Unfortunately, he hears you and turns around. He had a scowl on his face but it quickly faded once he saw you. He smiled and turned to the cashier, "I'll take a latte; the large one please. Also, two slices of cake please. I'll have a red velvet."

He leans a bit closer to the cashier and whispers, "And ask the lady behind me what she wants to drink and what slice of cake she wants. Tell her it's already paid for." He smiles and hands the cashier an approximate amount of the bill.

You let out a sigh of relief when the man leaves and occupies one of the tables in the corner. You ordered your hot chocolate and you were about to pay when the cashier interrupts, "Your drink has already been paid for by the gentleman before you. He also bought you a slice of cake and instructed me to ask you what slice of cake you wanted."

"....Is that also paid for?" you ask, just to be sure. The cashier just nods. "Oh, okay. Um, I'll have a slice of Y/Fave/Cake."

Realizing that the man gave too much money, the cashier shyly asks if you could give him his change. You nod and made your way to the man who was smiling softly at you. He lets you sit in front of him and you gladly accept, because your back has been aching.

"Thank you for the treat." you smile as you give him his change. He nods as he puts the change in his wallet, "It's the least I could do for making you wait."

"I'm Harrison, by the way." he smiles. "And you are?"

"Y/N."

"I hope your husband won't kill me." he chuckles.

"Oh, I don't have a husband. I'm single, actually." you say softly, your mind drifting to Tom.

"I see." Harrison realizes that you probably don't want to talk about it, "Um, how many months are you pregnant?"

You glance at your belly and smile before looking at him, "Five months."

"Do you know the sex of the baby?"

"It's a boy."

Both of your orders arrive and you feel yourself getting comfortable around Harrison. You exchanged numbers after that and you met up a lot. You learned that he was studying to be an architect and that he's currently doing a year of work experience before getting a postgraduate degree.

He instantly became a part of your life and he held your hand when you gave birth to Theo.

After two years of friendship, he asked you to be his girlfriend. Of course you said yes. After five years of being together, he finally proposed.

Did he know about Tom? Yes, he did. You told him as soon as you said yes to being his girlfriend.

Did he know about the contract? Yes. You didn't want to hide anything from him.

Did he know about your letter to Tom? Yes.

Did he know that you still think of Tom? Yes. You didn't need to tell him. He just knew and somehow, it made you feel guilty. You love Harrison, but you still loved Tom. Your heart ached for Tom.

Harrison knew that too. It hurt him sometimes to know that you would think of another man; to think of being with Tom. He completely understood your love for Tom. But sometimes he just wants you to think of him too.

He kind of feels neglected, but he never told you that because he knew you'd feel guilty and that might result to you thinking of him out of guilt and not out of love. So sometimes when you're sleeping, he would silently cry himself to sleep.

Sometimes you hear him.

Sometimes you pretend you don't.

You felt really bad.

Regardless of what's going on in his head, Harrison loves you with everything in him and he loves Theo like his own son. Theo treats him like a father.

Theodore Hayden Y/L/N is an amazing kid. He's smart, he's talented, he's funny and he's really adorable. He doesn't really look like Tom, but if you look at him long enough, you'll see a resemblance.

You and Harrison love Theo and he loves both of you, his parents. You're a teacher for kids and Harrison is a successful architect. He bought you a house for the three of you to live in two years ago. You talked about expanding your little family before and Harrison loved the idea of kids running around with the family dog while both of you prepared snacks for the children in the kitchen.

You're at the grocery store with Harrison and Theo, because you needed food at home and Theo's 7th birthday is in three days.

"Tyler texted me, because he couldn't reach you. He's asking if you've decided on the center piece for the tables at the reception." Harrison informs you as he waits for your reply. Tyler is the wedding planner. You met him through Mitch, your co-worker. They're dating.

"Yes, I have. Tell Tyler that I-"

"Y/N?" you turn around to see someone who you were surprised to see.

"Anastasia!" you gasp. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"We just moved in the neighborhood." she smiles.

"Oh, welcome to the neighborhood, then." you smile back.

"Ana, I found the-" Tom stops in his tracks as soon as he sees you. "Y/N?"

You just stare at him. He was someone who you thought you'd never see again. Harrison wanted to kill himself at that moment. He just witnessed the love of his life seeing the love of her life. He could've sworn he heard her heart beat fast. It makes him wonder if your heart beats fast whenever you see him, if his appearance takes your breath away. He wonders why it hurts so much, but he realizes that when your heart hurts, it's because it's real.

His heart hurts, because after all this time, Tom is still your number one guy.

His heart hurts, because you don't love him as much as he loves you.

And maybe that's why he finally snapped.

He didn't react badly at the grocery store, In fact, he kept it under wraps. He would never want to humiliate all of you in a public place. He never spoke to you in the car which was weird and Theo was asleep. So as soon as you got home, you immediately asked what the problem was.

Harrison is putting the groceries away while you put Theo in his bed. You make your way downstairs and help Harrison, "Okay, cut the shit. What's wrong? I know something's wrong."

Harrison glares at you before looking away and mumbling under his breath. You roll your eyes and ask, "What's wrong, Haz?"

"Nothing."

"Bullshit."

"I said it's nothing! Can't you just drop it?!" he raises his voice, knowing that if he yells, Theo will wake up.

"No, I'm afraid we can't. I'm your fiancé, goddammit! Why can't you just be honest with what's bothering you?" you say, matching his tone. "Is this about Tom?"

He just looks at you and stays quiet.

"Oh my god." you sigh heavily, "It is, isn't it? What the fuck is wrong with you?? He didn't make a move on me, did he? Haz, he's married and you know about the contract!"

"I know!" Harrison finally cracks as tears stream down his beautiful face, "It just hurts, because I saw the way you looked at him. It was so full of love and- and longing. You looked at him as if he was the last bucket of water in the desert. You don't look at me like that, Y/N."

He cries, "And I know you don't love me as much as you love him, but-" He gasps for air, "It's just so painful to know that if you were given a chance to pick between me and him, you wouldn't hesitate to run to him. That, above all, hurts the most."

"Sometimes I ask myself if I ever really matter to you or if I cross your mind sometimes, but then I realize of course you don't. You're too busy thinking about him and loving him that you forgot all about me." he sobs. You're staring at the broken man in front of you and you didn't know what to say.

"There are times when I've wanted to reach out to Tom and ask him, 'how come she loves you?'. I know it's stupid, but I just wanted to know how you were able to still love him while being with me. I also wanted to know what if felt like to be loved by you." he sniffs. "All my mates were telling me to leave you, but I didn't."

"Why didn't you?" you ask. If he was feeling this way for such a long time now, why didn't he leave you?

"Because when I imagined what my future would be like, you were in it. You're my future, Y/N. I planned on marrying you and having kids with you and just being domestic with you. And I love Theo like my own. He's the best thing that's ever happened to me. I love him as much as any father loves their son. I would do anything for him." he cries once more.

"Sometimes I wonder if you're only with me, because I'm the only one available. Sometimes I think that you're scared of leaving me, because you wouldn't have anyone else." Harrison sniffs and wipes his tears away.

"There's only so many times I can mend this heart and this time, the damage is so broken that even I can't mend it anymore." he sobs. "I'll stay at my mum's place for a few days. I'll leave alone to think. I'll come back when you tell me to, because I don't want to come back here and your mind isn't made up yet."

You didn't stop him, because he was right. You needed to think and it won't help if he was around. Harrison went up to your shared room and packed a few clothes in his duffel bag. He came down a few minutes later and you were cooking dinner.

"When I come back, I want to know if you still want to marry me." Harrison says softly. You look at him and frown, "You're leaving now?"

He gives you a tight-lipped smile and a small nod, "I'll see you in a few days." Harrison immediately leaves after that.

It's been a week since Harrison left and for the first time, you thought about Harrison and how he's doing. You wanted to know if he's hydrated or eating well. You're getting really worried about him, because ever since he left, he didn't text you for random updates like you normally would.

Today's the day of your scheduled cake tasting with Harrison and you wonder if he'll show up. You dropped off Theo at your parents' house and you drive to the venue of the cake testing where you see Harrison's car already parked there. You smile to yourself and immediately park your car and locking it.

You walk inside the venue and smile when you see Harrison talking to Tyler.

"The bride to be is here!" you were too busy looking at Harrison to realize that Tyler's looking at you. Harrison looks at you and smiles. You smile back and sit next to him. Tyler walks off to inform the baker about your presence, leaving you two some privacy. You lean and whisper in his ear, "I finally made up my mind."

Harrison looks at you and nods. He kind of already accepted it on the way there.

"You pick Tom."

"I pick you."

You look at each other and say, "What??"

"I thought you'll pick Tom?" he asks. You shake your head, "He's my first love, yes. First loves never really go away, but I'm ready to move forward with you... if you'll still take me back?"

"Of course. I'll pick you everyday, love." Harrison smiles and pecks your lips.

-

You're officially an Osterfield. It felt so great and everyone had fun at the reception. You and Harrison figured that it'd be best to open your gifts now and save the best for the honeymoon ;)

"Y/N, you got something from Tom."

"You mean for both of us?"

"Nope." he shakes his head and hands you a box, "Just you."

You shrug and take off the lid of the box. You recall that you did the exact same thing to Tom when he got married to Anastasia, you smile at the memory. Tom's gift is a scrapbook for you and him. You take scrapbook from the book and flip through the pages and smile. It was full of pictures and little notes. You look at the box to see an envelope. You glance at Harrison only to see him checking out the new things you've been gifted.

You take a deep breath before opening the envelope and unfolding the letter.

Dearest Y/N,

Congratulations on your wedding day! I wish you all the best and happiness in the world. I hope you liked my present, darling. It was hard to make with my tight schedule and all.

As promised, I thought of you all the time. There was never a day where I didn't think of you. I was also thinking about our baby too.

I assume it was him when I saw you again at the grocery store. He didn't look like the child I pictured in my head, but I didn't care. He's mine and it was such a great feeling to see him!

Tell Harrison I said thank you for being such a great man and lover for you, for being such a great father to Theo who isn't even his in the first place. It takes a lot of courage to do that and at this point, I salute Harrison.

Darling, please know that I'll always love you and I know that you'll always love me. But I think it's time for us to move on now. We could become friends again and I would love that. I want to be part of Theo's life.. or for the rest of his life (considering I never got to meet him for 7 years).

Harrison really loves you and I'm happy; I'm genuinely happy that you found a good man to settle down with. I want to get to know him. Is that alright? I figured we could become mates or something. He seems like a cool guy.

Anyway, congratulations again and have fun at your honeymoon.

I want to be a godfather HAHAHA!

I'll always love you and you'll always have a special place in my heart.

Sincerely yours,

Thomas x

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wow this is so long but I hope you guys liked it xx

lol i need sleep it’s nearly 3am so, im sorry for the typos

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[random-mha-thoughts]

Late (Todoroki x Reader)

Pairing: Todoroki x Reader

Genre: Angst

Summary: You’re getting married in two days and drunk Todoroki has something he needs to say.

Inspo: This Tiktok by avoeia

Word count: 1,985

Tags:  @yuki-osaki​ @liviitehe​ @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog​

a/n: Oh boy, hold onto your butts and grab some tissues, I’ve written myself deeper into my depression with this one.  Have yourselves a nice little downward spiral with a small side of slow burn. Not gonna lie though, it feels really great to write angst again, it’s therapeutic in a way.  Also I’m really not gonna write a sequel to this, I’m sorry :(.  I’ll keep the ending open for you guys to decide what happens for yourselves or debate about it.

"Shouto," I hold back my giggles.  Both of us are admittedly a little too drunk for either of us to be standing at all.  Which is why we're face up on in the middle of the dance floor, his body facing the opposite way as me and his head still next to me.  "Stop it, my stomach hurts!"

"And remember that time," the boy continues, his own speech garbled by petals of laughter, "When we were younger, you fell from a tree and you ended up getting dirt in your mouth, and I teased you for eating dirt, and you got so mad you actually scooped up a handful, stared me straight in the eyes, and ate it?"  He rolls towards me, guffawing at the memory.

"You-!"  I shove him aside, bursting out into my own fit of laughter again, the fuzzy image of his shocked face appearing before my eyelids.  "You didn't think I could do it, so I did it, I had to show you up!"

Even through my spinning vision, I can tell Shouto's eyes have squeezed into crescents, the biggest smile on his face.  Finally breathing to rest my aching stomach and lungs, I lay my head on my arms, admiring him with a dumb smile.  He's looked so happy this entire day, it gives me a warm feeling inside to know he's living a better life than he did before.

He's changed so much in the past...wow almost 20 years?  I think to myself, finally doing the math.  We've known each other since we were five, meeting in Kindergarten and slowly building a friendship since then.  There were rough patches on his part, starting from him father's push to train him into something he never asked for.  Shouto would always sneak out every night, pouring his heart out to me with teary faces and anger I know I've only seen.  Every insecurity, vulnerability, and regret of even being born, every dark secret and thought he's ever had towards his father, I've been there to help him through it.

Going through the same high school, I saw his change, even though I was in the General Studies class.  Seeing him make other friends who helped him grow when I couldn't be with him all the time, I'll always be indebted to them for taking care of my good friend.

Now, seeing him as free, open, and joyful as he was when we were just stupid kids feels like it's all come full circle.  As we lay here in the middle of a makeshift dance floor, the last people at a party that one of my other friends threw for me, strung up with alcohol still pumping through our veins, I realized he's matured so much.

"Thank you for being in my life, Shouto," I mutter softly.  "I can't imagine anyone else being here with me right now, before I move into the next part of my life."  I chuckle to myself.  "I wouldn't want anyone else next to me right now."

Shouto's laughter finally dies down, wiping the tears off his face.  The purple-pink colored lighting casts onto half his face, bicolored hair sweeping into his eyes.  His tie and the first few buttons on his shirt are carelessly undone and his cheeks flush because of the alcohol.  "Yeah.  Who knew you'd get married before me?  You always said I was the more attractive one."

"Shut up," I scoff, poking his forehead.  "So what if I did?  There are some really mean but handsome people too."

"You're calling me mean?" he smirks.

"Maybe!"

Sharing another round of lighthearted chuckles, I scan his upside down face, my ear pressed again the cold, tile floor.  We bask in the pleasantly heavy and warm nostalgia around us, our history that brought us here.  It's funny how time passes but you always somehow end up in a similar place.  Shouto stares back at me, fingering his now-empty bottle of beer while his eyes blink out of sync with each other.  My eyelids slowly close, hearing the familiar sound of his breath in the timeless moment.

"I love you, (Y/n)."

Just like that, the spell breaks.

My eyes fly open.  One look into his melancholy eyes tells me he doesn't mean it platonically.  I force myself up to sit up, cold waves passing through me.  Conflicting feelings of fear, surprise, anger, and closure mix together.  Somehow, I knew this would happen for years, I was just waiting for the shoe to drop.

It's hard not to fall in love with your best friend. When you've seen them at their worst and their best, helped them through every growth milestone in their life, you can't help but fall in love with them.   And I did, while we were still in middle school, maybe even earlier than that.  I just never confessed because I didn't want to burden him with everything his father was putting him through, it was never the right time.

Funny how life works, giving you something you wanted just a few years too late.

"This was probably the worst time to say that, I admit."  The rustling behind me signals that he's rolling up to sit also.  "But I can't let you get married without me getting it off my chest first, it would have eaten away at me and something else would've happened.  And I don't expect anything, I just want you to know how I feel."

I don't even know what I'm supposed to say to that now.  The anger builds up inside me looking back at the entire history of our relationship.  I wobble up to stand on my feet, ignoring the wave of dizziness that threatened to knock me back down.

"I know you're angry, and you have every right to be-"

"When did you come to this genius conclusion?" I snap.

There's a silence before he answers in a mumble, "In high school."

I whirl on him.  "And you waited until now to tell me this?!"  Noticing the shame embedded into his features, I run a hand through my hair in frustration.  "I can't believe- What do you want me to say, Shouto?  What did you think I was going to say?"

He rubs the back of his neck as he stands on his feet slowly.  "I'll be honest, I didn't even think I'd be able to say it, I didn't think that far."

I huff and pinch the bridge of my nose.  Well, since we're clearing the air.  "Shouto," I start, calming my shaking figure down, "I...I loved you too, but I knew way earlier than you."

"Then why didn't you say anything?" he raises an eyebrow.

"How was I supposed to?" a bitter laugh escapes me.  "In high school, you said you didn't think you can handle love!  You wanted to focus on sorting out your identity and find yourself, and I respected that!  And the only reason I didn't tell you before that is because your stupid dad was already giving you a hard time, why should I burden you with my feelings?"  My hands cover my face as I wobble a few steps.  I remember how torn up I was the few days after he admitted this to me.  How was I supposed to feed my selfish desire when he needed support a different way?  "It was just never the right time and you weren't ready.  You needed a friend more than a lover at the time, and that's what I gave you."

"But what about now?" he steps closer to me.

"Shouto, I'm getting married in two days!" I yell at him.  "I got over you because I thought you would take a long time to be ready, but obviously you were just lying to yourself!"

His mismatched eyes downcast.  "I know, I'm sorry.  If I wasn't a coward about everything and I had sorted out my feelings earlier, we wouldn't been in this mess."

I sigh, blinking back the frustrated tears starting to pool in my eyes.  "Don't apologize for that.  You're not the best at emotions anyway."

In the silence that followed, I think about what he said.  If he had said something sooner, or if I'd been selfish, where would things have been?  What kind of life would I have lived with him?  He'd probably be the one I would be walking down the aisle towards.  The image chokes me up with tears again.  I feel guilty that my heart skipped a beat seeing it.

Shouto patters up to me and rests his hands on my quivering shoulders.  "Do you...still love me?"

A sob escapes at his question, unable to hold back anymore.  "I loved you for so long, it wasn't easy to get over."  I swipe my tears off my face.  "But I love him too, Shouto, and I can't abandon that just because we sorted this all out now.  That's not fair."

I didn't have any regrets or lingering feelings saying yes when he proposed to me, why am I feelings this now?  It makes me feel worse.

"I suppose it wasn't meant to be, then," my friend whispers quietly.

Overwhelmed with emotion and my running stream of tears, I throw myself into his chest and he immediately wraps his arms around me, stroking my head softly.  "Idiot," I cry, "We're both idiots."

"I know," he agrees quietly.  "It's better this way.  I probably won't make you as happy as he will."  I don't know if he truly believes that or he's just saying that for me, or for him, or for both of us.  "Just look at the mess I made now, I'm quite the homewrecker."  At the small breath of a chuckle I let out, he gently cradles my cheeks in his palms.  "You'll live a great life with him and you'll love him as you did me, I know you will."

I lean into his touch.  "You were my first, it won't be the same."

"I know," he offers me a sad smile and wipes the remaining wetness from my eyes, "But you have to try."

I sniff, trying to keep anymore tears from falling.  "Damnit, Shouto, look what you've done.  You did this to ruin my wedding on purpose, didn't you?"

"It wasn't my intention, I just wanted to be honest."  He runs his hands down my arms.  "I think you've had enough partying and drama for the day.  Off to bed."

He gently leads me by the arm into my bedroom, turning his back to let me change.  The fact that he even remembers which drawer has my pajamas in them as he picks out a set makes my heart sink.  Leaving me to get a glass of water, he returns once I've settled down onto my bed, legs held to my chest.

"Alright, get to sleep."  He pulls the covers over my legs and guides me to lay down.  This all reminds me of the time I got drunk at our graduation party and Shouto had to carry my drunk ass home and put me to bed.  Smoothing the sheets and blanket over me, he turns off the bedside lamps and stands up.

"Shouto," I shoot up and grab his wrist before he leaves.  I hate letting him leave like this.  I've already rescinded my fate, but part of me still wants to be selfish.

He understands without me saying anything else, but he doesn't oblige me much.  Laying me back down, he brushes my hairline with his thumb and plants a lingering kiss on my forehead.  The small act holds so much affection that I know he's still suppressing.  "Goodnight, (Y/n).  Sleep well," he whispers.

With that, he rises and leaves the room silently.  His familiar footfalls decrescendo as he walks through my apartment, opening and shutting my door, leaving me trembling myself to sleep, lamenting what could have been.

[thiswasinevitableid]

Laying in Wait (Indruck)

The prompt for the third was:Legend of Hag Hill

When you’ve lived somewhere your whole life, you develop one of two relationships with local legends: complete and utter belief, or the belief that the legend is utter bullshit. 

For Duck, Hag Hill is solidly in that second category. Weird lights, sudden, disorienting fog, ghostly laughter; he’s hid out on the hill smoking or making out or killing time and never seen any of it, no matter how dark the sky is when he’s there. 

He’s here for a slightly new reason tonight, as some kids from his Comp 101 class at Kepler Community College asked if he wanted to hang out and pull some mild pranks on the hill. Sure, hardly anyone comes on it this time of year, because Halloween looming on the horizon always gives the tales about the hill more substance in people’s minds. He mentioned this, hoping he could sway them towards a night at the Wolfe Bar and Grille or maybe just chilling in someone’s apartment or dorm, rather than freezing their asses off on a hillside, but they all insisted. So here they’ve sat, for over an hour, under a midnight moon, with not a soul passing by.

Then again, what else would he be doing? Sitting in his shitty apartment, swearing at the heater and watching some late night, bargain bin movie? The only thing he likes doing at home he can do here. Well, kind off. Odds are the other guys would complain if he started jerking off. 

See, there’s this guy in his entomology class. Tall, with a weird face and a weirder demeanor, and only taking the class because he needs to fulfill his breadth requirements. He sits at the back next to Duck, didn’t say a word to him until two weeks ago, when he asked if Duck would help him study for the upcoming quiz. Duck assumed it was because he was the closest person to ask, but once they sat down in the coffee shop on H Street, it became clear that Indrid, his new study buddy, had another reason.

“Thank you for agreeing to help me. You, ah, you clearly know your stuff.”

“How the fuck can you tell?” He barely spoke in class. 

“I see you filling in the slides with the correct answers well before the professor says them. You know some of this already.”

“You gotta know a decent amount about bugs if you wanna work for the forest service.” He mumbles, bracing for the Smokey the Bear joke.

“Oh! Oh of course, that makes perfect sense. I imagine invasive species, and symbiotic ones, are of interest in that field.”

They hadn't gotten to the notes for the quiz, because Duck got going about invasive insects, which lead to a discussion of moths, which lead to Indrid showing him his Deaths Head Moth tattoo, proudly explaining he’d designed it himself. They met at the cheap Chinese buffet the next night, and did actually study between trading stories about how they came to be in Kepler. Indrid laughed at once point, dyed-silver hair catching the warm light in the dim room, and Duck suddenly found that strange face strangely handsome. 

It’s nice to have a crush, it’s been awhile since he had one on a guy who might one day reciprocate. He’s pretty sure Indrid’s been checking him out this week. It’s hard to tell with those red glasses he wears. 

“Fucking finally.” Colton, he’s pretty sure that’s the guys name, shushes them into position, shattering Duck’s fantasizing.

“Can’t believe he fell for it.” Says the guy next to Duck

“I’m a pretty smooth talker when I wanna be” Colton whispers. 

Duck suddenly has a bad feeling about this, tries to back up only to snap a stick and have Colton grab his arm. 

“Hello?” A voice carries from the other side of the outcropping of grey stones. 

“What the fuck man, let go.” Duck hisses, leaves rustling under his feet.

“I really hope that is a deer.” The voice mutters.

“Now.” Colton pops up, dragging Duck with him, all the boys letting out their most blood-chilling screams.

There’s a responding yelp, followed by a cry of pain as their victim falls backwards into bramble. Duck recognizes the pink and yellow sweater as soon as he sees it, and his heart tries to crawl out his toes when the frightened gaze lands on him.

“You get it?” Colton looks to his left, where one of his friends is holding up his phone. 

“Yep. Fuck, man, you really think we’d invite you to chill with us up here? You’re such a fuckin weirdo.”

Indrid doesn’t even look at the others, his eyes remaining on Duck.

“Is, is that what you truly think of me?” 

“Pfft, see, this is what I mean. That weird way of talking, those glasses, even heard you talking to yourself, which is even fuckin weirder than that thing you do with your hands.” 

Duck likes it when Indrid flaps his hands; it means he’s excited, and an excited, happy Indrid is a sight he’s rapidly grown to adore.

Without a word, he grabs the offending phone, deleting the video before the others register what's happening. 

“What the fuck?”

“You wanna see a funny prank? Fetch, dipshit” He hurls the phone as far as it will go, the others flipping him off and calling him every name under the sun as they run after it. 

Indrid is gone when he turns back, but he’s in time to see a flash of color disappear around the next curve in the trail. The taller man is picking thorns from his sweater, and freezes when he hears Duck’s footsteps. 

“I swear, if you try anything like that again, I will push you down the hill.”

“‘Drid” Duck reaches out, touching his arm to stop him, “I’m so fuckin sorry, I had no idea that’s what they were plannin, I thought we were hanging around to do some silly jumpscare on anyone walkin by, not that they fuckin lured you out here.”

Indrid is clearly contemplating pushing him down the hill anyway. 

“C’mon, I’m tellin the truth. Remember what happened the last time I tried to lie?”

The other man blinks, then snickers, “Ah yes, the abysmal attempt to blame cockroaches for your missing homework.”

“I’m still real fuckin sorry. And, uh, I deleted the video. Hope that phone broke on the rock when I threw it.”

Indrid raises an eyebrow, “Valiant.”

“Hush, I’m tryin to help.”

“I know.” He grins a little wider, “it's a pity, I’ve never lived in a place with a haunted hill before. I was looking forward to observing it with friends.”

“Eh, you ain’t missin much. Place is about as haunted as my apartment.”

Indrid elbows him playfully “Come now, don’t ruin my fun. Is it true people have seen strange lights?”

“That's what they say.”

“And that you get lost in a fog never to be seen again.”

“It's a tiny hill in the grand scheme of things. Hard to get that lost. Uh, where are you goin, by the way?”

“Back to my car.”

“But the parking lot’s-” he turns, finds  low, thick fog behind him, “thataway?”

“I thought it was this--oh, oh dear.” The fog is all around them, seeping into Duck’s skin.

“Okay, uh, well, we now it’s at the bottom of the hill, so all we gotta do is follow the slope.”

“...What slope?”

“The fuck?” The ground is flat, no matter how far he feels out with his feet.

“I propose we keep walking until we either get out of the fog or find the road.” He seems incredibly calm. 

“Good, uh, good plan.” He falls in just behind him, keeps his ears open for cars or other signs of life. He’s starting to worry, gets so distracted by it that he collides with Indrid’s back.

“Duck, are the lights associated with Hag Hill red and orange, by chance?”

“Yep.”

Indrid points to where two lights hover in the distant, dark fog, like the eyes of a waiting beast. 

“Well, fuck.”

“Run!” Indrid shoves him back the way they came, sprinting behind him on his long legs. It isn’t even two minutes before they hit a dead end.

“What the fuck, this cliff bit is on the other side of the fuckin hill from where we were!”

“Somehow I doubt the spirits care where we began, merely where we end up. Quickly, down here.” He tugs Duck behind a large, dying tree, the two of them huddling close together. 

“Dare I ask what happens to people who see the lights?”

“Never seen again.”

A bitter chuckle, “of course.” Indrid scrubs his hands up his face, tilting his glasses up as he does. Then he hisses, “Ouch, damn it all” and pulls a thorn from his finger, “gah, it still stings.”

“Here, lemme see.” Duck gently takes his wrist, “huh, yeah, looks like you got it, so at least it ain’t gonna fester. As for the sting..” Quickly, he dips his head and kisses the skin. Looks up to find Indrid blinking his brown eyes in confusion.

“What was the purpose of that?”

“To, uh, to make you feel better?”

“Are you trying to flirt right now?”

“No, uh, fuck, uh, I mean, I, uh, fuck, Indrid, if we’re gonn get eaten by ghosts or some shit, there’s somethin I wanna do.” 

With that, he grabs Indrid’s forearms and pulls him forward, kissing him. Indrid sighs against his lips, then hums happily as Duck works his way into his lap. He growls a little and Indrid shivers, breaks the kiss to nip and kiss at his neck while Duck brings his fingers up to his mouth, kissing his knuckles before drawing the pricked finger between his lips and sucking.

“Duck” Indrid purrs, nuzzling his cheek.

“Right here, darlin.”

Chills skitter up his spine and Indrid goes dead still in his arms, eyes wide as they stare over his shoulder. 

“Oh dear, our apologies young gentlemen.” The red light forms into a woman as it speaks, the orange light doing the same. Both are dressed like they belong at  a living history museum.

“Yes, we did not know you were lovers. Those for whom our hill was meant.”

“Your hill? But don’t that make you-”

“Hags? Yes, by the language of our fellow townspeople, we were such things due to our magic.”

“I lost my life to them.” The orange-eyed sighs.

“And I mine avenging her. They buried us here, unmarked, not knowing it had always been our favorite space. A space we wished to be for others in love, in our absence.”

“I’m sorry they were so cruel to you.” Indrid says softly. 

“In the end we triumphed, our love stronger than death. We live eternally in our beloved hill, they rest uneasy and miserable in their graves.” Red eyes waves her hand, and the fog clears.

“There is your way to town, should you wish to depart now.” Orange eyes smiles, “and if you wish to tarry, around that bend you will find a place better made for privacy.”

“Thats’, uh, that’s mighty generous of you, but I’m gettin cold.”

“And I ought to check on my rats.” Indrid stands, helping Duck up before bowing a bit awkwardly, “thank you both for your, ah, help?”

The women share an enigmatic smile, and then they’re gone. 

“Let’s get the fuck outta here.”

“Agreed.” 

As they wind their way down to the parking lot, Indrid looks at Duck shyly, “Was your desire to kiss me purely near-death experience related?”

“Nope. Been thinkin about it all week. You, uh, wanna go on a date this weekend? One with less fog and mortal terror?”

“I’d be delighted.” They reach Indrid’s beat-up compact, “would you like a ride home?”

“Sure, thanks ‘Drid.” 

Indrid opens his door, then pauses, fingers drumming on the car, “or you could, ah, could spend the night at my place?”

Maybe it’s a leftover adrenaline rush, or maybe it’s just Indrid, but Duck’s suddenly feeling pretty damn brave.

“Hell yeah, darlin. Let’s go.”

[horansqueen]

You & Me : chapter 12

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

Sequel to AM CONVERSATIONS

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -4.9k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

- notes: i hope it sorta hit a bit? does it sting? it had to happen sorry! i cant wait to write the next chapter 😭

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requests! : i didnt add the “never have i ever” suggestions that i used but THANK YOU if you sent some, i used a few! also, i had other requests and ideas from people and i may use them a bit later, in a future chapter. actually i know when ill use them lol youll see :)

Chapter 12 : Her chapter

OLIVIA

"Shit, I don't know what to wear!" I exclaimed to myself as i put clothes in front of me, standing next to to mirror. "Horrible."

I threw the shirt away, aiming for the bed but it fell next to it and I didn't even send it a glance as I took an other one.placing it on my chest and tilting my head at my reflection. I glanced up when I saw Louis walk by and stop immediately, holding himself on the door frame with a smirk.

"Put a skirt on." he let out, making me raise my eyebrows. "It'll be easier for him to fuck you against the wall."

My eyes got smaller and I reached out for my tissue box before throwing it his way. He moved right on time and it hit the wall in a thug, making him laugh.

"Don't be so violent!" he smirked, walking in my room and leaning on the wall. "I'm just saying out loud what you think about late at night, if you know what I mean."

I turned to him, opening my eyes wide and shaking my head. I couldn't believe Louis was talking about me masturbating to the thought of my ex boyfriend like it was nothing.

"Oh my god, shut up!" I let out with a chuckle. "You're so annoying!"

"Look, I woke up and he was getting out of your room." Louis pointed out. "He spent the night with you. In your bed. Wearing nothing but BOXERS!"

"We just slept." I argued with a shrug, trying not to show him that the thought of Niall almost naked in bed with me was actually doing something to me. "I was sick, remember?"

"Yea, you were 'sick'" he repeated, pronouncing the last word louder and adding fake quotation marks with his fingers.

"I was! A few of your sushis weren't good, Lou." I explained, throwing an other shirt away and grabbing a new pair of jeans. "You know it's true, I heard you vomit in the middle of the night, too."

"That's not the point." he explained, getting suddenly a lot more serious than he normally is. "Olivia, you should break up with Dylan." I stopped dead in my track and even stopped breathing. My heart, though, was beating extremely hard against my rib cage and it's all I could hear. "Did you even think about him recently? He's not here and you don't even seem to miss him, especially not when Niall is around."

I did think about Dylan, though, but I didn't talk about my thoughts, mostly because I felt fucking guilty about almost everything that came to my mind. I felt like shit towards my boyfriend but I didn't have the guts to tell him that I was getting closer and closer to Niall. I didn't know how to tell him that spending time with Niall had been some sort of relief in my life, that being able to be around Niall again was making me generally happier, that when I was near him, I felt more alive. There was no good way to tell that to the man you were about to marry, not without hurting him.

"I love Dylan and I miss him, you know that damn well, Louis." I argued, feeling tears coming to my eyes. "But Niall is... Niall is Niall. Niall is the love of my life."

Louis uncrossed his arms and walked closer as I closed my eyes. I didn't want to look at him. I didn't want to face reality at all. I wanted to spend time with Niall and pretend I would be able to resist him the next time he'd try to kiss me. I wanted to pretend that I was going totally okay with watching Niall and Heidi get married and have kids at some point in the future while i'd do the same with Dylan. I wanted to believe I didn't have to break an incredible man’s heart because of my own disgusting selfishness... that everything was fine and that what was happening between Niall and I was perfectly normal.

"I know he is." Louis said gently, placing his hands on my upper arms from behind. "I see you two interact and it's so obvious, Olivia. The way you two connect it's... it's probably terrifying for Dylan and Heidi, you know?"

I opened my eyes and sniffed before swallowing the lump in my throat. I was not going to cry. There was no fucking way I was going to cry now and ruin my make up. We didn't connect, and we wouldn't connect on that night, I was going to make sure of it.

"Don't worry, I'll be okay. I'll prove to you and everyone else that Niall and I are only friends, you'll see."

I was mostly trying to convince myself of that but I just reached out to my wardrobe and grabbed a skirt, like Louis had proposed. I was going to have fun tonight and nothing else.

"Liv, don't be like that."

I turned to Louis and shook my head slightly.

"I'm not losing Dylan, okay? I can't. Do you know what are the chances for me to find an other man like him? Kind, sweet, smart, funny and who truly loves me? I've risked my relationship enough, don't you think?"

"So last night, when Niall joined you in your bed, you didn't feel anything?" he asked a bit harshly, raising his eyebrows at me. "I saw him take care of you when you were puking your guts out, you know?"

"You don't base a romantic relationship on lust, Louis. You should know that." I shook my head, searching my drawers for a shirt. "Niall always took care of me, since we were kids. It's nothing new. And it means nothing."

Louis stayed there, motionless and quiet as I picked my clothes and when he realized I wouldn't look at him again, he sighed.

"We're leaving in 10 minutes." he turned around and walked to the door as I swallowed my tears again. "And Liv? I love you. I want what's best for you. My opinion is just that, an opinion but... I don't think you'll ever be happy if you're not with Niall. I don't think he'll ever be happy without you either."

                                                       ---

The bar was crowded but we reached a quiet spot on the second floor, in the back of the room. Everyone was arrived and I couldn't stop glancing at Niall, who ended up sitting next to me. Now that he was close, all the bullshit I had told Louis earlier didn't seem so important anymore. Nothing ever seemed more important than Niall, and it was a problem.

Louis came back with a pitcher and sat on the other side of me with Eleanor while Harry, Liam and Julie sat on the other side of the table. I didn't know where Harry's girlfriend was, or if he even was with her anymore. We had told each other we would remain friends but things change and we drifted apart. I sighed low, a bit nostalgic of that friendship before we all started drinking. I was getting drunk and from the way Niall's eyes sparkled, I felt like he was getting there, too. Or maybe it was just that I was so drunk I was starting to imagine things.

I could feel the skin of his arm brush against mine and I cleared my throat, trying to stop thinking about it before turning around to send him a smile.

"So where's your girlfriend?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

"Oh she'll be here soon."

I didn't expect this answer and raised my eyebrows as my lips parted. I didn't want to see her, and it was not only because we didn't get along. Most of all, I didn't want to see her all over Niall the way she had been when they invited us for dinner. Why was I so ready to prove everyone that I was able to resist my ex boyfriend but as soon as he was near, I couldn't handle myself?

"Okay, let's play a game!" Liam said, tapping the table a few times with his palm. "Truth or Dare?"

"No no, 'never have I ever'!" Louis argued, making me raise my nose up in a grimace.

These games never ended well, at least most of the time, except that one time where I decided to just kiss Harry, but a few minutes later, Niall had kissed a girl too and that was not a good ending, at least not to me.

"Okay, I found questions online!" Eleanor let out with a chuckle. "If you've done it, you take a sip, and no one lies!"

"Yea, I'll call you out if I see one of you lie!" Louis agreed, making my heart skip a beat.

I was screwed.

"Never have I ever... drunk-dialed an ex!"

I held my breath and started nibbling on my bottom lip. So many times, I had wanted to call Niall when I was drunk but every time, Louis was there to snatch the phone out of my hands. I glanced when I saw Niall drink and I wondered who he had tried to call. I had never received a phone call or a text message from him after we broke up, so I knew it was not me, and somehow, it made me jealous. He missed an ex so much that he called her... did that mean he never really missed me?

"Never have I ever... stolen someone's food!"

"Louis! You drink!" I let out, my eyebrows raised. "You always eat all my fucking left-overs!"

"What? Nah."

"He does!" Eleanor agreed with me with a chuckle, hitting him gently with her elbow.

He groaned but finally took a long sip of his beer, making me smile more.

"Okay, never have I ever... called a partner the wrong name during sex!"

I chuckled but felt my heart jump in my chest when I noticed Niall taking a long sip of his drink. We all looked at him and started laughing and he simply shrugged.

"I was drunk, I didn't know the girl's name!" he argued, laughing too.

I let my eyes roam on his face, wondering who exactly was that girl and if she had been someone he had sex with after he left me but I didn't dare to ask.

"Never have I ever.... lied to a law enforcement officer."

I laughed when I saw Louis drink and Liam started laughing, his eyebrows raised.

"Wait what? What was the lie?" he asked curiously, leaning slightly against the table.

"He lied to get out of a ticket." I replied, rolling my eyes.

"Why? Because he was going too slow?"

Everyone started laughing and Louis grimaced before flipping Liam off, making everyone laugh even more. I leaned closer to Louis and kissed his cheek gently before he wiped my kiss vigorously from his skin.

"Traitor!" he whispered as I chuckled, blowing him an other kiss.

"Never have I ever... sent nudes."

Without thinking, my eyes found Harry immediately and his did too. We stared at each other for a few seconds before our lips curled. I grabbed my drink and took a sip as he did the same, just like Julie, Liam and Louis.

"Did you send nudes to your boyfriend or your ex boyfriend, Olivia?"

I sent a mean glance at Louis and he smirked, making me know he was getting back at me for the last question.

"One time, Harry, Niall and I played 'truth or dare' and Harry asked me if I had ever taken nudes. I guess we continued that conversation a bit later and.. shared.. selfies..."

Louis' eyes got bigger and he pressed his lips together, knowing he had made things a bit awkward but finding it funny anyway. I glanced at Niall, noticing he was staring at me, and finally cleared my throat, asking El for the next question.

"Never have I ever.... hooked up with someone of the same sex or gender."

My eyes once again found Harry. I knew we were pretty much the only one who didn't want to label ourselves around the table and I brought my drink closer to him. He smiled and clinked his glass against mine before we both took a sip.

"You guys have no idea what you're missing." he let out after swallowing, making us laugh.

"Oh my god, Liv, you're gonna love this one. Never have I ever had food poisoning."

I laughed and took a sip, pushing the side of my body against Louis'. He groaned and took a sip and when I turned around, I noticed Niall frowned. I moved closer, holding my breath to make sure I wouldn't smell his incredible scent, and smiled a bit.

"Last night, Louis got sick because of his sushis, too."

I saw an emotion pass on Niall's face and his lips finally curled before he chuckled. Was that relief? I nibbled on my bottom lip when I remembered what he had asked me in the middle of the night and the right corner of my lips raised. I didn't know why he didn't want me to be pregnant with Dylan's baby but I liked it.

"Never have I ever been the subject of a rumor that wasn’t true." Eleanor read with a big smile. "Oh god, I think we can all drink!"

We all laughed and ended up finishing our glasses, handing each other the pitchers to fill them back again. I almost choked on the sip I was taking when Heidi arrived and she quickly sat next to Niall, making something stir in my stomach. I closed my eyes tight when she kissed him and I felt Louis' hand on my arm.

"It's okay to be hurt, love." he whispered. "If it matters, she's got nothing on you. She's also doing that to get to you."

I breathed in and out slowly before opening my eyes again. I noticed Heidi looking at me and sending me a sly smile that really bothered me.

"I'll get shots!"

Harry left with Liam and the whole time they were gone, I played with my fingers nervously. I felt like the whole evening was ruined because of her but I couldn't let that get to me, right? As soon as the guys put the shots in the middle of the table, I grabbed one and swallowed it quickly, followed by Louis.

"Wait, guys! This is for the game!" Harry explained. "And it's a surprise, you don't know what you drink!"

That's when I noticed the huge amount of shots on the table and raised my eyebrows just as Eleanor read the next question.

"Never have I ever... caught someone masturbating."

I held my breath and my eyes got bigger. I didn't want to turn to Niall but it was stronger than me. He was already looking at me and he chuckled.

"One time, when I was 13, Liv caught me masturbating. She just walked in my room without knocking!"

I smiled and pressed my lips together but my smile faltered when I realized he had no idea that I had caught him masturbating last time I actually slept at his place. The sight of him jerking off flashed in my mind and I gripped my glass tighter until I heard his voice again.

"Oh and remember at the lodge?" he asked with a smirk. "I came back in the room the first day we got there and-”

"Nooo! Shut up!"

I moved closer to him, trying to press my hand over his mouth but he dodged me and ended up just holding my wrist as he finished his sentence.

"And I caught Olivia masturbating in the dark, in our room!"

"Oh my god I hate you." I groaned, leaning my forehead on the table as I heard laughter. "That was a secret!"

"Was it though?" Niall asked, his lips dangerously close to my ear.

I held my breath and waited a few seconds to look up, noticing Louis had given a shot to Niall and was now handing me one. I drank it quickly, turning the glass around and putting it on the table. Tequila, ouch.

"Never have I ever... tried anal sex."

Once again, I closed my eyes and groaned, bringing one of my hands on my face as Niall laughed next to me. I was really going to get drunk. I reached for two shots and handed one to Niall who just chuckled and drank it fast. I did it took and raised my nose up. Sambuca. I hated that.

"Wow, who the hell are you?" Louis asked, raising his eyebrows while looking at me. "Little wild thing. Can't believe you let him!"

It was not my first time trying anal but I decided not to mention it. The truth was, when I was dating Niall, I would have done anything for him. There was no limit, as long as he stayed with me and was happy, it was all that mattered to me. I suddenly felt the urge to kiss him and held my breath as I stared at him. My heart was hitting so hard against my rib cage I thought it was just going to escape. Literally. It was ridiculous. I was not ready to do anything for anyone anymore, except myself. That's how things should be.

"Never have I ever... hooked up with an ex’s friend."

Once again, I knew I had to drink. Not everyone in the room knew that I had slept with Louis and I thought maybe it would be better if I didn't drink at all but the worst would be if I hesitated. If I just drank, they could believe it was an other ex than Niall but if I didn't seem sure, they'd know I was not at ease and it would be suspicious. I rolled my eyes, realizing I was going a bit too far in my thoughts and just grabbed an other shot, swallowing it quickly. I felt Louis' hand squeeze my thigh and my lips curled slightly. He knew and it was enough for me.

"Never have I ever... tried to make an ex jealous."

I sighed and took an other shot, shaking my head.

"We need to find questions that won't force me to get so drunk I won't be able to walk in half an hour!" I argued with a chuckle, watching as Niall grabbed a shot too.

I was starting to hate this game, if only for the fact that all I did was drink and check if Niall would drink too and if he did, I'd just spend a few minutes wondering who it was about and what exactly it meant. I glanced at Heidi, thinking she should probably drink but didn't and I rolled my eyes.

I never really had tried to make Niall jealous but I had hoped for it. I was not getting married to make him regret leaving me, but when I noticed his reaction when he found out and stormed out of the cafe, I couldn't pretend it didn't do anything to me. It did. I liked it. It gave me hope. Hope for what? I was not sure.

"Never have I ever... second-guessed a relationship."

I was getting pissed at myself for letting all his simple gestures and actions get to me. I loved him, I loved him so fucking bad it was driving me insane, but there was no way I was going back to being the 'no-back-bone-and-fucking-blind' girl I used to be when we were dating. I didn't want that. I reached for a shot and placed it in front of Niall a bit roughly, spilling a few drops of what I believed was rum, or at least, it smelled like it.

"Do you need only one?"

Somehow, everyone stopped talking and although I should feel guilty, I really couldn't. I was past the tipsy stage and a few memories were coming back to my mind. I also didn't enjoy Heidi's presence and the way she was so close to him. Niall looked down and licked his lips, waiting a few seconds before drinking the shot and pushing the glass away. Eleanor cleared her throat and I just shook my head with a sigh.

"Uhm, never have I ever cheated on a partner."

I closed my eyes again but this time for a complete different reason. I thought about the first time Niall touched me. I could almost still feel his fingertips brush on my skin before he had pushed them inside me. I can't remember being this excited ever in my whole life. This time, I didn't have to say anything. Niall just reached out to grab a shot and swallowed it.

"Not on Liv, right?"

Niall turned to Louis and shook his head.

"No. With her." My eyes moved to Heidi's hand who gripped Niall's arm tighter sinking her nails in his skin. I couldn't help but think she did that when they fucked, too.  "It was back when I was with Maya."

I noticed Harry was looking at me with a frown and I just shook my head slightly, answering his silent question. He nodded and his lips curled a bit as I answered his smile. No, I had no cheated on Harry. I wouldn't have done that, not even for Niall... right?

"It was... unplanned." Niall added, making me press my lips together.

The memory was so vivid, probably due to the alcohol and mixed with the proximity of Niall's body, that I had to get up and go to the bathroom. As I got up, I realized how drunk I was and tried to walk straight. I didn't like to show I was drunk and I was not sure why but when I got out of the bathroom, Louis was leaning against the wall, waiting for me.

"El and I are leaving, we've got a brunch in her family tomorrow morning, so I'll sleep at her place." he explained with a frown. "Are you okay? We can give you a ride home if you want."

"No, thank you." I shook my head. "I'll just take a cab."

"No, no cab by yourself. One of those fuckers will bring you home when you'll be ready. I'll make sure of it. And if anything happens, you call me."

I nodded and he pulled me into a hug, making me close my eyes. I wanted to tell him that I missed him, and that I missed having sex with him, but it was a lie. What I actually missed was to be close to someone, and I sort of felt like I was losing him, somehow. Soon, we were not going to live together anymore and I had no idea if I was okay with that.

"Sorry for that game, although it went better than you thought, right?"

I chuckled and pulled away before nodding. He sent me a wink and told me goodnight and I watched him leave before sighing and walking back to the table with difficulty. Liam and Julie were getting up too and I frowned, tilting my head when I got closer.

"Are you guys leaving too?"

"Yea, we're both a bit tired." Julie explained.

They said their goodbyes to everyone and I ended up sitting next to Harry and in front of Niall. I watched as Heidi talked in his ear with a smirk and I glanced down to watch her arm disappear, realizing she probably had her hand on his thigh, or even somewhere else. I looked away and swallowed at the intense feeling of jealousy invading me.

"Oh, Olivia, I know you'll be alone tonight, would you rather sleep home?"

I frowned at Heidi, a bit surprised about her proposition and licked my lips, trying to find a reason why she would actually want me to be with both of them at his place. To show me he belonged to her, perhaps? To keep on being all over him in front of me?

"No it's okay, she can come home." Harry just said, getting up and grabbing his phone. "I'm alone tonight, too."

"It's cool, Harry. She'll sleep at mine." Niall quickly replied, getting up to. "Plus, it's closer."

They looked at each other and Harry finally sighed before bending down and whispering to me.

"Are you okay with that?" I just nodded and he did the same. "Okay, darling."

Heidi drove us back home since she had barely drank and I noticed Niall kept glancing at me in the mirror but I didn't acknowledge him. I knew he was a bit mad at me for some of the things I had said and if I wanted to be honest, I really thought I was over all of that, but the thought of him breaking my heart and not being sure of the relationship we had made something burn inside me... I was not mad. I was still hurt. I probably always would be.

Niall let me borrow a pair of his sweatpants and a shirt and none of us really talked at all. We just went to bed and before I knew it, I was laying on my back, under the covers, in the dark, just staring at the ceiling. Normally, I would have a conversation with Niall until we'd both fall asleep but that night, it was impossible. He was going to cuddle her all night, and not me. The thought made me swallow hard and I tried to keep my tears in. I was intoxicated and just closing my eyes made me dizzy.

That's when I heard it. It made my heart jump so hard in my chest I was near throwing up. A moan. Just a low moan disturbing the silence of the night and then, an other one. I got up slowly, my heart beating harder, making my whole body throb and when I opened the door, I held my breath. I stepped out of the room and It was clear, now. A bunch of moans reached my ears and I leaned my back against the wall, shutting my eyes tight.

"Oh, fuck, Niall!"

I felt tears invade my eyes and I let myself slide on the wall until my ass hit the floor. I heard noise, like the annoying sounds of a mattress moving, and I brought my hand to my mouth, trying to keep in the sobs that wanted to escape. This is exactly why Heidi wanted me to sleep at their place but the one I really blamed was Niall. How could he do that to me? Wasn't breaking my heart once enough? What the hell was he thinking?

I was sitting down alone in the hall, now as sober as possible in these circumstances, listening to my ex boyfriend, the man I was in love with, having sex with his girlfriend. It was so pathetic I didn't even take the time to wipe the tears that fell on my cheeks, I just accepted my fate, motionless, like it was something I actually deserved. I tried to think about my boyfriend, filming a movie in an other country, but it couldn't distract me from the noises coming from his room. All these images of Heidi riding him as he touched her and told her how much he loved her invaded my brain and I felt suddenly nauseous. It made me realize one thing. It was not so much that they had sex, that really bothered me, although it did hurt me to some extent. What was really hard to accept was that he may have feelings for her, stronger feelings than he had for me. I also couldn't really believe he cared so little about me that he'd literally do it while I was in the same house, in the room literally next to mine.

I cried more, feeling like this moment would never fucking end. It's only when I heard his voice for the first time that something inside me seemed to click. He had groaned and I hated it. It was a low and simple grunt but it made me want to literally die on the spot. I don't know where I found the strength but I quickly got up, walked back to the guest room and grabbed my purse before rushing to the front door and stepping out of the house into the dark night. The door closed roughly behind me and I realized they may have heard. I quickly left and ran across the street, my shoes hitting the ground being the only sound around. It was only when I was totally out of breath that I decided to call a cab. I just wanted to erase that whole evening from my mind. I just wanted to erase all my feelings and be happy again but I couldn't lie to myself. The only time I was truly happy was when I was with Niall... and that was over. There was no hope left inside me.

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Under Renovation |T.H.| - Chapter 4

Pairing: Tom Holland x Celeb!Reader

Warning: A whole bucket of angst in this one.. But is that really surprising at this point?

Word Count: 2727

A/N: Hi again! So, this chapter is kind of just the catalyst to what’s up next. Now, I need to know something! I know this is a Tom fic, but I need to know if you would be okay with not having him in a couple chapters. It will all make sense later in the series! I just need to know what you guys think. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated, and if you wanna be added to the taglist, just shoot me a message. Enjoy! <3

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Chapter 4:

In all honesty, Mena isn’t exactly what you had expected. He is the exact same height as Tom, and his black curls are styled neatly, not a single piece falling into his dark brown eyes. His smile is almost blinding and there’s this weird energetic calm surrounding him. He reminds you a little of watching fireworks as a kid with ear plugs in; all the beauty and excitement but also all the safety and comfort. To say the least, your chemistry test goes amazingly well, and within minutes you’re sure the two of you will make great friends. 

“Here you go,” Mena hands you the cocktail you ordered, quickly sliding into the VIP booth. The round table is surrounded by your castmates. Ashley, who plays your best friend, Marcus who plays your fiance and Chrissy who plays your dancing competition along with some others. The moment you met them all you all just kinda clicked into a strangely familiar friendship. You’re sitting with Ashley on your right and Mena now on your left. 

The sound of some remix is buzzing loudly all throughout the exclusive club they all dragged you to, and you are buzzing from the drinks you’ve already had. 

“Uh! That blonde guy over there is totally checking you out! And he’s kind of cute!” Ashley yells beside you so she’s barely audible over the loud bass. You turn to look in the direction she’s pointing in, noticing a very handsome stranger standing at a table eyeing you while talking to his friends. 

“I’m not here to hook up with anyone,” you laugh bumping your shoulder into Ashley’s before taking a big sip of your way too strong cocktail.

“Mm, I’m not saying you should hook up with him. Just you know.. a little making out never hurt anybody.” She says and you can’t help but smile as she winks at a random guy on the dance floor. 

“If you’re not gonna go grind on some stranger, you can come dance with me!” Mena grabs your hand and drags you out of the booth, giving you only enough time to hand your clutch to Ashley before you’re swept away.

Before long you’re in the middle of the dancefloor, arms around Mena’s neck as you move your hips side to side.

“If were going to be dancing partners in this movie, you’re gonna have to bring some better moves than those.” He laughs and gently places his hands on your hips to guide you. You resist the urge to push his hands away, and instead embrace his touch, zoning back into your good old days of dancing.

“Ah, so you can dance,” he smirks at you and you can hear Ashley and Chrissy cheering you on from the booth behind you. This is all so familiar to you, dancing in a crowded club, a handsome brown-haired, brown-eyed guy right in front of you. The last time you were dancing like this with someone it had ended very differently from how tonight was going to end. 

You let the music swallow you, letting your instincts take over for your mind, and just enjoying the way the music flows through you. It all feels so incredibly natural, like this is exactly what you were born to do. You started closing yourself off from this when you got too busy with work and Tom and everything else. 

Tom.

Looking up at Mena, you see Tom instead. Honey-brown eyes looking at you with love enough to fill this whole room. His eyes capture yours and you feel your heart shatter, the buzzing in your head gets louder, the colorful strobe lights becomes too much and the whole world starts spinning. 

With a sudden urgency your tear your eyes away to look down at the ground, and when you look back up again, Mena is looking at you with a concern evident in his eyes. He furrows his brows as he asks you something, but you can’t hear what he’s saying. 

You don’t move, you just stand there in the middle of the dance floor, completely still, hoping that everything is just going to stop and make sense again. Nothing happens, the strobe lights are still going crazy, another weird remix you have never heard before starts playing, the whole world is spinning, and you just stand there, looking at Mena like some helpless kid.

“Hey! Do you need to go outside?” He’s hugging you now, mouth right next your ear and you just nod into his shoulder, not really knowing what words are at the moment. “Alright, let’s get your bag first.”

He takes your hand with his and you focus on your feet as he quickly maneuvers you out of the club, holding your clutch tight in his other hand. Since it isn’t a high-end, celeb-typical club he doesn’t look around before the two of you sit down on a bench on the other side of the street to the club. 

For awhile you just sit there, playing with the hem on your dress that feels too short all of a sudden. The sound of the late night traffic distracts you from all the thoughts that feels like are banging into your skull and your eyes dull over with silent tears as you look up at the night sky. You can’t see the stars, all the light from the city obscuring it, but there’s a familiar comfort in the dark night sky.

“I know we only met yesterday, but if there’s something you wanna talk about, you can trust me.” Mena bumps his shoulder into yours, and the thought that you can’t even start a new life without Tom haunting you almost makes you wanna laugh. Or maybe cry, it’s hard to tell at this point. 

“I ehm.. I have this ex that I just got reminded of, and I’m very clearly not over him,” you sigh, turning to look at Mena with a pretty pathetic smile. “I don’t wanna ruin your night, you can go back in if you want to. I’ll be fine.”

“Nah, I’m gonna stay right here and make sure my on-screen love is okay.” He places his arm around you and draws you in so you can lay your head on his shoulder. “Do you wanna talk about him?”

“I don’t know actually. My best friend, Dan, hasn’t really allowed me to since the breakup.” 

“You should. Talk about him, I mean. It doesn’t have to be with me, but all those pent up feelings that keep bubbling to the surface? That’s you missing him, and if you don’t let them out, you’re never going to get over him.” Mena’s voice is so calm and the warm california air feels like a warm hug surrounding all of you. 

“My brother’s a psychologist and he told me something a couple weeks ago that I think you need to hear. When we cry, it’s not because we’re sad or it’s built into our brain that we need to show others that we’re sad. It’s because every single emotion we ever feel is made up of these small hormones inside us, and if we have too many of them at once, like when we’re  really frustrated or happy or sad, we cry because the tears transport some of those hormones out to stabilize us again. Personally, I think that applies to words too, if you have too many thoughts pent up inside, you won’t have space for new, fresh thoughts. So let some of them out. Even if your friend Dan won’t allow you.” He removes his hand from around you and instead grabs your hands in his.

“So come on, tell me about this guy.”

“It’s just, I thought I was going to marry him, you know?” You glance up at Mena, seeing his supportive smile and attentive eyes. “We met at an event four years ago, and something just felt so right, it was like every bad choice I had ever made and every failure finally made sense. If I hadn’t failed I wouldn't have met him, and he made me happier than I ever imagined being, and now he’s just gone.”

“Did you ever get to say goodbye to him?” Mena rubs his thumb across your knuckles before he moves to sit on one knee in front of you. If a stranger walked by they would think this was a very strange proposal. 

“What do you mean?” You sigh, reaching one hand up to dry away the tears on your cheeks.

“I mean, did you really say goodbye? Tell him that you love him but that you have to move on? Tell him how much he meant to you but that you can’t keep being in love with him? Did you get closure, or was it just a messy breakup.” 

Your mother had always talked about how some moments in your life would be bigger than you had ever imagined. How even the smallest conversation could change your entire outlook on life and how even the smallest hardships could turn out to have the biggest lessons right on the other side of them. As Mena is sitting there, on the tiled ground in front of you, looking at you, not with pity but support, you know this is one of those moments. You didn’t have closure. The thought hadn’t even crossed your mind when he came to see you.

Mena nods in response to your silence and hands you your clutch. He sits back down on the bench beside you, still holding one of your hands. 

“Call him. Say goodbye. I’ll be right here.” He squeezes your hand as you use the other to grab your phone. It’s almost 2 am here, which means it’s 10 am back home in London, which is a weird thing to think about right as you press the button to dial your ex.

One ring; one breath and a sob that makes Mena squeeze your hand again.

Two rings; another deep breath and a thumping heart.

Three rings; You can’t do this, this is stupid, you should just hang u… He picks up.

“Y/n?” He’s right there, on the other end of the line, and all of a sudden the words are stuck in your throat. “Hello?”

“Hi,” Your voice sounds weak, and you bite down, hard, on your lip to force away that feeling.

“I.. I thought you were done with me, why are you calling me?” His voice calms you immediately. It’s groggy, his morning voice, and behind your closed eyelids you can see him lying under his pure white duvet with the sun from the window hitting his face so his jawline stands out even more. His curly hair is probably messy from his habitual restlessness. He always told you that you were the only thing to keep him from tossing and turning all night.

“I just needed to talk to you, I guess.” You don’t sound as weak, but even then you bite down a little harder on your bottom lip.

“Listen, y/n, I fucked up. I know that, and if you’ll just give me the chan-”

“Stop!” He stops. Something in the pit of your stomach is annoyed that he doesn’t fight to say what he wants, another is grateful that you don’t have to hear it, because that would make saying goodbye so much harder. 

“Sorry,” he mumbles, and once again you can see him, one hand holding his phone up to his ear and the other covering his eyes. You can see it, because that’s exactly what he does whenever he’s had to take an awkward phone call. If you had been there when he had to take one of those in bed, you would have kissed his chest, neck and jaw to distract him. The risk was exciting too, but you always told him it was to distract him.

“I need to say goodbye, Tom. These past years have been amazing, and I can’t thank you enough for all that you have taught me. Really, you mean the world to me.” You glance sideways at Mena who nods, encouraging you to go on. “But you can’t mean the world to me anymore. You decided that we just weren’t right for eachother and maybe you saw something I just couldn’t. So I’m gonna take some time to just, figure out what you saw, and learn to love my life without you in it. Goodbye Tom, at least until I’m completely over you.” You barely get the last part out, your lips trembling and your eyes stinging with tears.

“Wait, y/n!” You hang up on him. With the phone still clenched so tight in your hand that your knuckles are turning white, you turn to look at Mena, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. He stands up, dragging you with him before he pulls you into a hug, not minding that your smeared makeup is very obviously going to stain his crisp white shirt. 

“How did you know I needed to do that?” You ask, keeping your eyes on the club entrance and your ear against his chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart. 

“I needed the exact same thing a couple of weeks ago.” You can hear the slight smile in his voice, and you feel amazed at how kind this guy is. You haven’t even known him for 12 hours, and yet he gets you in a way Dan just doesn’t. “And I get what overprotective friends can do. Saying that missing someone is okay, isn’t the same as actually allowing someone to miss their ex.”

The two of you both let out a tearful chuckle, and you draw back from him, keeping your hands in his.

“Maybe the two of us just need a little romance again.” You laugh, another tear slowly making its way down to your jaw. “Come on, let's go back inside, they must be wondering where we are by now.” 

Grabbing your clutch from its place on the bench you start making your way across the street to the club again, when you notice Mena isn’t following you.

“What’s up?” You take a few steps back so you’re standing with him again. 

“I just had a really weird idea, but it might actually work.” He turns to look at you, a very mischievous glint in his eye, and for some reason you feel bubbling excitement in your chest.

“Go on,” The relief of telling Tom goodbye has you feeling quite adventurous and spontaneous.

“You and I both need to get over someone, right? Normal people would get a rebound, but we would probably both feel to bad for that person to ever actually get that rebound. So how about we’re each other's rebound? One date, one night. We get the romance and the excitement of a date with no expectations.” His smile widens as he talks and you feel yourself nodding along. You haven’t really felt worthy of romance since the last time Tom bought you flowers, and you could really use an evening where you just forget everything.

“So what do you say? For one night, I’m not Mena Massoud, I’m just Mena and you’re just y/n. Just a regular boy and a regular girl who find eachother attractive, going on a date, but the both of us will wake up in the morning knowing that we are just friends, and hopefully, we’ll then be ready to go on with our lives?” 

Right there, under the California night sky, in front of a buzzing night club, standing beside your dancing partner for the next few months, you find yourself in a position to choose between the safe route to getting over Tom, where you take your time getting over him, eating a ton of ice cream and watching way too many rom-coms. Or you can choose the untraditional route, a weird version of friends with benefits for a night, with an attractive guy. That would definitely make Tom jealous, and to be honest, the thought of hurting Tom even just a little, has you weirdly excited. If anyone ever asked, you would never admit that though.

“Let’s do it,” you grin up at Mena as you shake on it.

Well, this is gonna be strange. 

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Introductions | HRJ ~ Changming

genre: fluff, angst

summary: in which you’re scared to admit that you’re pregnant with renjun’s baby, and even more scared to tell his mum

age: Changming = fetus / Areum = 11 months / Hanuel = fetus

warnings: pregnant!reader

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Saturday 20th July, 2024

“No, no, no, no, no, no,” you muttered, “shit!”

“Angel? You alright?” Renjun called at your sudden profanity.

“Uhh, yeah! Sorry, just one second!” you called, turning round and round as you looked for a possible place to hide the small white stick in your hands.

You settled for the bin, covering it in toilet paper and other rubbish you could find.

“It can’t be,” you muttered, biting your lip, “it’s wrong, it has to be.”

“Y/N, hurry up! It’s still paused,” Renjun called.

“Coming!” you exclaimed, exiting the bathroom and running down the stairs, back onto the sofa.

“You alright?” he asked, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and peering down at you.

You nodded, “yep! Yeah, yeah, just carry on.”

Renjun shrugged, relaxing back into the sofa and resuming the film, but you couldn’t get the thoughts rushing through your head to stop.

“Hey, Junnie, what do you think about kids?” you asked casually.

“Pretty gross most of the time,” he shrugged, “Areum’s alright though. Why?”

You chuckled nervously, “just wondering!”

What if it wasn’t wrong? What if you were actually about to have a child with Renjun?

The thought alone made you more naeseous than the morning sickness you’d been experiencing blindly for the past month.

Tuesday 23rd July, 2024

“Hmm? Y/N? You alright?” Renjun called, his voice laced with sleep.

You groaned, throwing up some more before taking a deep breath, “yeah!”

“Shut up, you’re literally vomiting,” Renjun sighed, trudging into the bathroom, rubbing your back, “you really should go to the doctor, this has been going on for ages.”

You hummed, “I will.”

Renjun relaxed slightly, kissing your shoulder, “you alright now?”

You shrugged, “let’s wait a minute and see.”

It was silent as the two of you carried on being half asleep, both leaning with your eyes closed before nausea hit you again.

“Nope, not okay.”

Wednesday 31st July, 2024

“Y/N Y/L/N?” the doctor called.

You raised your hand slightly, standing up and following the doctor into his office.

“So what seems to be the problem?” he asked, “constant vomiting, yes?”

You nodded, sighing, “truthfully, I– I took a pregnancy test a few weeks ago now and it was um... it was positive.”

The doctor nodded, “I see. Are you married?”

You shook your head, “I have a boyfriend, but it’s a bit of a... difficult situation.”

“Miss Y/L/N, if there’s anything the services can do to—“

“No! No! My boyfriend is an idol under SM,” you nodded, “so I think I’m in a.. little bit of denial.”

The doctor nodded, “ah. Okay, well, have you been having regular periods?”

You shook your head, “I haven’t had my period for this month.”

“Do you usually have regular periods?”

You nodded, your voice barely audibly, “yes.”

The doctor hummed, “well, I will do another pregnancy test, and if possible a blood test just to see, and then we will get back to you with the results.”

“Okay,” you nodded, holding back your tears, “thank you.”

Monday 5th August, 2024

“Y/N, you’ve got a letter,” Renjun said.

You hummed, “open it for me?”

Your boyfriend tore open the envelope, muttering to himself, “oh, it’s from the doctor, that was quick.”

Dear Miss Y/N Y/L/N,

this letter is regarding the results of your last appointment at our hospital. The results show that you are pregnant. We would recommend calling and scheduling an appointment with us regarding this matter, if not, we will be in touch.

Thank you.

“What does it say?” you called, “Renjun? Whose it from?”

“H-How long have you known?” he asked, gripping the letter tight in his hands.

“Renjun, tell me who it’s from,” you said, walking up to your boyfriend and taking the letter from his hands.

“The hospital,” he said, watching as you scanned the letter, “Y/N, you knew didn’t you? How long have you known?!”

You sighed, “Renjun—“

“How long?”

“Since last month,” you said, “only a couple of weeks, I swear. But I knew when I went to see the doctor. He just... he confirmed it.”

Renjun shook his head, placing his hands on your cheeks gently.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“Don’t be sorry,” he sighed, shaking his head, “I just want to be there for you, and if you don’t tell me I can’t be!”

You nodded sheepishly.

“Come here,” he said quietly, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close so you could feel his heartbeat, “I know now and I’m not going anywhere, okay?”

“But your mum,” you said, your eyes filling with tears as you buried your head in his shoulder, “Renjun we’re not even married!”

“Shh, angel, it’s not like she hates you, is it? And we’ll get through it together,” he hummed, “I promise.”

Renjun sighed as you started to sob, rubbing your back comfortingly, “Y/N, I’m right here, I always will be. Stop being so negative, okay? I’m happy! I’m so happy! You should be too!”

“Really?” you sniffled, “you are?”

“Y/N,” Renjun spoke, his arms resting on your shoulders as you looked up at him with teary eyes, “you. Carrying my child. I couldn’t love you more right now, and our baby.”

You smiled, putting your hands on Renjun’s cheeks, running one through his hair, “I love you too.”

“D-Do you know how far along you are?” Renjun asked, sniffling slightly.

You shook your head, “that’s why they just asked me to schedule an appointment.”

“C-Can I come too?” Renjun asked.

You chuckled, “it’s your child too! Why would you even ask that?!”

Friday 9th August, 2024

“Ah, okay, I think we’re done for today,” Mark breathed, “well done guys!”

“Well done today,” Chenle exclaimed, the other five boys clapping and wishing each other well.

“Ah, I’m so tired,” Renjun said, trying to catch his breath as he sat at the side, downing his water.

“You’re telling me,” Jaemin sighed, “though I can’t wait to go home and see my Areum-ie!”

“How long until baby 2?” Jeno asked, “not long now, right?”

“5 months,” Jaemin nodded, chuckling nervously, “and Areum’s more excited than anyone.”

Renjun chuckled, “how’s your girlfriend now? Y/N’s only a few weeks but she just has so many cravings. I had to go and get vegetables at midnight the other day!”

“What?” Chenle asked.

“Hyung,” Jisung laughed, “are you serious?”

“Wha– ah! No! I ruined it!” Renjun exclaimed, “ah Y/N’s planning this whole dinner to announce it! You’re gonna have to act surprised when she announces it, okay?”

“Renjun, how couldn’t you have told us first!” Donghyuck exclaimed, shoving his friend.

“We’re your best friends, you little–“ Jaemin exclaimed, laughing.

“Congratulations, though,” Jeno smiled, “but you and Y/N aren’t married, what does your mum think?”

Renjun sighed, “that’s the problem.”

“Ah,” Mark sighed, “but you and Y/N are happy, right?”

“Of course, why would you ask that!” Donghyuck exclaimed, “Renjun looks at Y/N like she created the entire world!”

“Ya!” Renjun exclaimed, trying to hide his blush.

“Come on, we should go,” Jeno said, “especially lover boys over here, with their darling kids.”

Renjun rolled his eyes.

“Don’t worry,” Jaemin sighed, slinging his arm over Renjun’s shoulder, “you get used to it after a while.”

28th November, 2024

“Hi Mum,” Renjun sighed, “yeah, I’m alright. You? No! No, I’m fine. Yes, Y/N’s alright as well, we’re just as we always are.”

You rolled your eyes next to him and he hit your leg.

“You’d what?!” Renjun exclaimed, sitting up suddenly at his mum’s words.

“What? What?!” you mouthed.

“No, no, that- that’s fine, we’ll do dinner,” Renjun nodded, “yeah see you then, thanks mum.”

The phone line went dead and you scrambled to sit behind your boyfriend as he sat at the end of the bed.

“What is it?”

“My mum’s coming for Christmas,” Renjun sighed, taking your hand, “we’re going to have to tell her. God why haven’t we told her already?! Who thought this was a good idea!”

“Well no offence but you just said she could come for Christmas.”

“Y/N!”

20th December, 2024

“Mum! Dad!” Renjun exclaimed, pulling his mum into a hug, “it’s so great to see you.”

“Ah, Renjun, my son! I’ve missed you!” his mum exclaimed.

“It’s so good to see you again,” his dad smiled, pulling his son into a hug, “and I hear you’ve got some news for us?”

“Yes! Yeah, um, first shall I take your bags upstairs? Y/N’s just in the kitchen, food will be ready soon,” Renjun said.

“Oh, I’ll go and say hi to Y/N then,” his mum smiled.

“No!” Renjun exclaimed, conscious of your six-month-pregnant stomach, exposing your news, “come up and see your room. It’s all re-decorated!”

“Oh, okay then,” she laughed, following after her son and her husband.

Renjun breathed a sigh of relief, going and putting his parents’ suitcases in the spare room, showing it to them, along with the en-suite, and his own bedroom, which he shared with yours. And which he completely forgot came with an unassembled bassenette, and various other baby items. in the corner of it.

“What’s that?” his mum asked nosely, “is that a box for a cot?”

“Um, no! No! It’s just Christmas packages in... in old boxes?” Renjun tried.

“New for 2024?” his dad read off the side of the box.

Renjun sighed, shaking his head, “I’m sorry. I don’t even know why I tried to hide it, I have to tell you guys now anyway.”

“She’s pregnant, isn’t she?!” his mum asked, “Y/N. You got her pregnant.”

“Mum!” Renjun exclaimed.

“Well have you proposed?” his dad asked, “you can’t have a child without being married, you know.”

“Imagine how upset your grandma’s going to be when she finds out that you’re having a bastard child with a non-Chinese woman!” his mum ranted.

“Well, you know, Renjun, there are other options,” his dad said.

“Mum! Dad! Stop it!” Renjun exclaimed, “yes, Y/N’s pregnant, and even though it wasn’t a decision, I’ve decided to stick by my girlfriend and my son! I’m sorry if you don’t like that! But I love them both more than anything, ever!”

Renjun’s voice began to crack as he felt tears fall, “why can’t you just be happy for me?”

“Oh, Junnie,” his mum cooed, “are you sure you’re ready for this?”

“Yes! Yes! I love them so much, mum! You should see Y/N, even when she’s all big and pregnant she looks the most beautiful she’s ever looked and I just wish that you two could—“

“How far along is she, duck?” his mum asked, her voice and face kind as she held his arm gently.

“27 weeks,” Renjun said, “and I’ve got photos of him– do– do you want to see your grandson?”

“We’d like to greet Y/N as well,” his mum said, nodding.

His dad nodded, “Jun, we’re sorry. This is just very shocking, you know? You’ve gone and grown up without us being here and it’s hard.”

“You’ll know soon, though,” his mum chuckled, running a hand through her son’s hair, “when you’re a dad.”

“Mum, don’t cry,” Renjun chuckled, “come on, we’ll go and say hi to Y/N.”

They nodded, his dad speaking up, “yeah, I think we’re ready now. And for those photos of our grandson?”

Renjun’s heart swelled at those words, “they’re stuck on the fridge, don’t worry.”

The three walked down the stairs, Renjun leading the way into the kitchen where you were just taking off your oven gloves, the dinner you were cooking now all done.

You smiled, mouthing to your boyfriend, ��okay?”

He smiled back, nodding, “mum, dad, meet your grandson.”

You chuckled, placing your hands on your bump, “I’m sure if you talk, he’ll move.”

Renjun’s mum’s eyes filled with tears as she pulled you into a hug, “I’m sorry for doubting you two, oh, Y/N, you look so beautiful.”

Renjun smiled as his dad wrapped an arm around his shoulders, “I told you so. Ah, wait, here, look at his photo.”