#made up with the girl our ex cheated on us with and we’ve the OTHER girl who told us abt everything

[warping-realities]

Rebranding (Repost)

"How can you be so reckless, Vincent? Be grateful I pulled your ass out of the fire and threw a coat over your sorry self, you idiot. But the fallout... Don’t you get that this could totally wreck your whole career?"

"I know, but that bitch..."

"Don’t you dare use that word again; it's already bad enough to have it on tape flying around all the gossip shows!"

"Sorry, that... woman..."

"Valery, your girlfriend."

"Ex-girlfriend, or do you really think I’d stick around after she cheated on me?"

"Understandable you broke up, but threatening her and calling her all those names in front of a bunch of paparazzi? Half-naked, no less! What were you thinking?"

"That’s what I’m asking; what was I thinking when I decided to date a brainless bimbo with fake blonde hair?"

"Be super careful with what you say; after all, that’s not the image you wanna project, Vincent."

"Ah, I’m sorry." He replied, eyeing his agent's long blonde hair.

"Apology accepted, asshole. But we’ve got bigger fish to fry. So, tell me, what am I supposed to do with you?"

"I didn’t get your question."

"But I was so clear that even a bimbo would get it."

"Look, I already apologized for how I acted..."

"It turns out that in our circle, just saying sorry isn’t enough. We’ve got an image to protect and sell. Like you said, the vibe Valery gives off fits perfectly with betrayals and gossip sites. But you? Not so much, at least not until this week’s fiasco. Honestly, I never understood what she saw in you. Sure, you’re a well-known gamer influencer, but you’re just a nerd. She’s on another level, with more followers than you, and I bet she’ll be a fashion icon in no time."

"If you called me here just to roast me, I’m out." He said, getting up.

"Sit your ass down and shut it." Inexplicably, he found himself compelled to do just that.

"Hmmm, hmmm."

"Much better, right? I should've figured out your type way earlier, the nice guy who makes funny videos, the friend to everyone, protesting for minorities... but who, deep down, is just another sexist and misogynist like so many others. You’re way worse than a dumb jock, you know why, Vincent? Because they don’t hide who they are; women can smell the toxic masculinity from a mile away. But you, our so-called allies... what a joke... allies like you? I don’t need that. You come at us with your soft words and sensitive hearts, and women like us fall for it. We only catch on to all the microaggressions, the hits to our self-esteem when it’s gone too far, when that happens." She said, pointing to the eye prosthesis.

"I had a heart-to-heart with Valery this morning. Turns out, on top of all that, you’re a lousy performer in bed. That’s why she’s been sneaking around with her gym buddies. Poor girl, always picking the wrong guy, but at least the last dude had an enviable body and an even more enviable... tool, maybe the reason for your little meltdown. In your defense, she swore to me you never laid a finger on her. So, my dear, I’ve decided I’m not gonna bail on you, and Valery’s agreed not to press charges. But for everyone to be happy after the mess you made, you both gotta agree to clean up your images. And for that, you’re gonna participate in a reality show! Fun, right?" She finished with a smirk. Vincent's shocked look showed he wasn’t finding this fun at all.

"Now, Valery is perfect for the reality show in question, and as for you... we’ve got a few months until the next season drops, which I really appreciate, 'cause we need to let the dust settle to work on your image and do a total rebranding. Get up and strip down to your underwear; I don’t need to hurt my only eye with the sight of your tiny dick."

Vincent again found himself compelled to comply and robotically followed his manager's orders.

"It really isn’t good material! But let’s change that; how about a few years less studying foreign languages and more time getting swole at the gym, Vincent?"

Suddenly, all knowledge of Spanish and French evaporated from his mind. Followed by a weird feeling in his body, starting in his feet, which ballooned from size 8 to size 11. Then his calves, a joke among his friends, widened and showed more definition, as well as his thighs, which grew to the point of making him move one leg away from the other, with a little help from his dick, which went from size 3 to 7. Then his abs started to show the shadow of a six-pack, with defined pecs to match, and finally, his skinny arms gained the size and definition of someone who actually lifts weights at the gym. As soon as it started, the feeling passed.

"Much better, flex those muscles for me, Vincent." And so he did, screaming in horror in his own head, but utterly speechless on the outside.

"I think we still have room for improvement," said Monica distractedly. And Vincent, summoning all his willpower, finally got a moment of clarity, rushing to the table and trying to grab anything he could use against her. Not succeeding he just used all his remaining willpower to raise a fist in defiance.

"Stop right there! A fist? Seriously, Vincent? I figured with all your big-brain intellect you’d come up with something better." She mocked the frozen man.

"Apparently, that intellect isn’t all that great. So how about we trade twenty IQ points for another twenty pounds of lean muscle, a few extra inches on your height, on that useless dick of yours, and on those big feet; for some reason, some women go crazy for that!"

Vincent was hit by that odd feeling in his body again, this time accompanied by a sensation of being sucked into his own mind, which prevented him from even thinking. His feet reached a gigantic size 14, giving off a pungent odor, his calves grew until they took on the shape of diamonds, and his thighs expanded to the size of tree trunks; his penis - little Vinnie, a name that popped into his head - reached an impressive 9 inches in length, along with the circumference of a beer can. That hint of a six-pack evolved into a defined eight-pack, and his pecs turned into two slabs of meat, completing the sculpt he developed with broad shoulders and huge, vascularized arms.

"Almost there! The body’s perfect, and intellect down to just the right level. But something’s missing. How about we swap your obsession with game culture for an obsession with yourself? A few tattoos, and what were you saying about fake blonde tan and bleached blond hair? Let’s make sure the outside represents the inside well, my dear, and the main thing is that every woman who lays eyes on you knows what kind of man she’s dealing with.

…

The two girls sitting on the sand tried to focus from a distance on who the man was approaching at the edge of the sea.

"Is he mine or yours, Val?"

"I think he’s yours, Brit; from this distance, I can’t be sure, but he doesn’t look like any of mine... except... no way!"

"What, Val?" asked the other anxiously.

"Wait and see, Britt! But I can guarantee you this is gonna blow some minds!" answered Valery, seeing the young man approaching.

"Hello, ladies!" said the man, exuding cockiness.

"Vincent Parker?" Britt asked in disbelief as Valery just smiled.

"No formalities, girls. You can call me Vinnie!"

[quite-right-too]

Bitter Taste

Dark!Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: When the Doctor meets your ex-boyfriend, he reacts in a way you really should have expected.

His name was Jason.

You didn’t tell the Doctor much about your ex-boyfriend. Mostly little details regarding his treatment of you. Not that he was necessarily a bad guy, just that he was pretty distant and cheated on you with some girl he’d met at a bar one night during his shift.

Yet, here you were. Standing directly in front of the bar where he worked, hand in hand with the Doctor.

“It’ll be fun,” he said when he’d mentioned a visit home to see your family. “I can see little bits of your past.” You knew the real reason he wanted to go to Brook’s. It was just a shitty little dive bar in your city, nothing special — aside from the fact that he knew your ex worked there.

He reached for the handle, opening the door for you and pulling you in. His eyes scanned the faces of everyone in the room, keeping his hand in yours while doing so. “Why don’t you go get us some drinks?” he murmured, leaning down so his breath puffed against your ear. “I’m going to the loo.” And off he went, walking to the back where the sign for the restrooms was.

At the bar, the bartender walked up. “Welcome to Brook’s, what can I get you?” She had a nice smile — genuine and kind. You couldn’t help but smile back.

“I’ll take a-” You couldn’t even finish your order before you locked eyes with the other bartender. Piercing blue eyes bore deep into your soul as you felt a sense of dread in the pit of your stomach. He set down the glass he had been drying and began to walk to your side of the bar.

“Oh, hey! It’s been a while. Fancy seeing you here,” Jason chuckled. “I'll be right back, Jess.” He placed his hand on the woman’s shoulder and walked around the bar to be at your side. “How have you been?”

“Hello, Jason,” you spat. “I’ve been busy. Travelling, you know?” 

He reached out, grabbing your arm before you could move and pulling the two of you into the corner. “I’ve missed you. A lot, actually.” Your arm was stuck in a vice grip as he continued. “I tried to call but you never answered. I want to talk. I want us to be an us again. I’m sorry and I’ve changed, I swear.”

Yanking yourself away from him, you took a step back. “Thanks, but no thanks. You cheated on me, remember? You can’t just play the ‘sorry’ card and think you’re still welcome in my life!”

“Oh please, you miss me. I know you do.”

“I really don’t. Fuck off and find someone else who will entertain your bullshit.” Swallowing hard, you moved away from the bar and glanced nervously towards the bathroom. The familiar shape of the Doctor emerged through the doorway and looked around until he spotted you.

It was like he sensed it. The Doctor’s eyes narrowed as he pushed his way through the crowd. The Time Lord Victorious did not appreciate Jason talking to you, especially after what he had heard about him.

Standing next to you, his hand gripped your waist hard, pulling you against him possesively. “Sorry, love. Just needed a minute.” His cold gaze looked Jason up and down. “I don’t believe we’ve met.”

You ex didn’t flinch. “No, we haven’t. I’m Jason,” he hissed, holding out his hand. The Doctor reached out and gripped it with a strength Jason wasn’t expecting, smirking at the wince he pulled from the other man.

“While I do love a good chat, I’m afraid we’ve got to grab something to drink and actually enjoy our night.” His comment caused Jason to scowl, backing away. “Nice to meet you.” His tone was anything but friendly as he released you and took a step forward. His fist clenched in the front of Jason’s shirt, yanking him to the side and slamming him against the wall. “And don’t you ever think about fucking coming near us again, got it? Otherwise your brains will be splattered across the concrete outside.” He released his grip, letting the other man move again.

“Sure, whatever.” Jason huffed, brushing himself off, and made his way back to the bar.

You turned, burying your face in the Doctor’s chest. “Thank you.”

He held you close, not taking his eyes off the man he had just chased away. “I’ll always save you. You’re mine.”

Not long after, he grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the bathrooms. “Where are we going?” you questioned. He didn’t say a word, continuing on through the back door and into the area behind the bar.

It wasn’t anything special. Just an area where they had some tables for large parties. However, since nobody in their right mind would use a bar like this for a gathering, it was just used by the employees for smoke breaks.

The Doctor dragged you over to a table on the end of the line, but still close enough to the back door that there was a chance of being caught. “Mine,” he growled against your lips as he kissed you greedily, lifting you by the backs of your thighs onto the edge of the table.

“Fuck, Doctor, what if we-” You didn’t get a chance to finish before he was grabbing at your waistband, forcefully ripping your jeans down your legs. The realisation hit that he was going to take you right here, right now.

You had no intention of stopping him.

As soon as you were naked from the waist down, you reached for the buttons of his trousers. He slapped your hands away, glaring at you from above. This was not the Doctor, this was the Oncoming Storm. Rough and reckless; a man who will fuck you until you can’t stand.

“No touch.” He reached for his tie, keeping his eyes connected to yours with a searing gaze. Pupils blown with lust, the Doctor pulled his tie off his neck and reached for your arms. “Now you get to be punished.” Your hands were quickly bound behind your back.

His trousers dropped to his ankles as he pulled you against the edge of the table and wasted no time slamming into you. “Oh, fuck!” you moaned as he began to set a punishing rhythm. One of his arms wrapped around your torso, the other around the back of your head, to keep you as close to him as he physically could.

“All mine,” he grunted as he kept his fast pace. “Nobody else’s. This is all for me. Mine to use. Mine to ruin.” His babbling continued as he fucked into you. “If anyone ever tries to flirt with you again, I’ll rip their heart out with my bare hands. I will make sure you never want anyone else’s cock in you for as long as you live.” He nipped at your neck, claiming you further.

Your arms fought against his tie as you tightened your legs around his waist, rotating your hips to spur him on further. “All yours. Please, use me,” you choked out. When like this, the Doctor was absolutely ruthless. It was almost as if you could see delirium swirling in those deep brown eyes of his. “Oh, god.”

“That’s it,” the Doctor snarled. “I’m your god.” He kept on for several minutes before you felt him look up and his jaw tense against your temple.

“Moan my name, love. Let the world hear whose you are. Make sure that bastard knows that it’s only me in your mind. Do it. Moan for me. Come for me.”

He released your torso, allowing you to fall backwards onto the table. His hands moved to grip your hips tightly. “Oh god, Doctor. I’m yours! I’m all yours, Doctor. Please, I’m so close!”

Your eyes met his as a sickening grin crossed his face. “Come for me, now,” he growled before he glanced up. 

It crashed over you like a star exploding. “Fuck, I’m coming! Doctor! Doctor!” You chanted his name like a prayer. As you were pulled into absolute pleasure, your back arched and you finally realised what he had been staring at.

Standing frozen outside the employee door was your ex-boyfriend, eyes wide and cigarette hanging out of his mouth as he watched the Doctor absolutely rail you.

The Time Lord staked his claim, all right. Especially as he locked eyes with Jason, sneering at him. “All mine,” he shouted as his thrusts became choppy. “This is all mine!” He tensed up, thrusting hard into you once more before you felt him pulse inside you.

The door slammed shut as you laid there, unable to move as the Doctor pulled out of you. “Now,” he murmured as he pulled his trousers up and rebuttoned them. “You’re going to put your pants back on and we’re going to walk back through that bar, in front of him, and go home. Got it?”

You nodded as he pulled the tie from its knot and freed your arms. This wasn’t what you’d planned when he suggested the possibility of seeing your ex at his place of work, but it was singlehandedly the most satisfying thing you’d done as revenge. And the best part?

As you left and turned down the alley around the corner to enter the TARDIS, the Doctor told you to stay there and said he would be right back. He reassured you that he would make sure he left Jason a nice tip.

It didn’t take long before your phone rang. Your mom informed you that your ex-boyfriend was found dead behind the bar. Beaten bloody until his brain haemorrhaged. No evidence as the cameras inside had been mysteriously deactivated.

A nice tip indeed.

[my-castles-crumbling]

I have no idea what happened.

Hi Cassssss, it’s mixed signals anon

Soooo, we went on the date yesterday evening. She passed her drivers test a few months ago and owns a car (rich people…) and she drove me to this fancy looking place. 

(She parks like up the road and walking down to look at it, at first it seems like a super fancy club) 

And look i’m usually a book and warm jumper person but I made an effort with this outfit to be look like- a social person or something. 

EXCEPT THEN she walks me through the club to the back where she has a reservation for a table like ALL evening for US! (Rich girls- she legit knows the owner apparently) 

And then she goes, “I’ve missed you recently”. (we’ve had mocks and also a bit of friendship drama so it has been a while since we hung out). 

And she looks so lovely and earnest.

I realise like ten min in that she’s not drinking. Which isn’t like her. And she tells me that she wants me to be able to relax and feel comfortable so she’s staying sober and is gonna drive us home.

(We usually go out with our two other friends, and one of them doesn’t drink so he often drives us home in her car- idk how I thought we’d be getting home but- I never claimed  to be smart around her)

Anyway, we have the best night. I genuinely love spending time with her. 

We danced at the club bit (less than platonic dancing may I add) and chatted all night.

And I AM NOT KIDDING.

Are you ready cause ur not. 

She walks me outta the club to the car, opens the door for me and then she kisses my cheek! And then blushes (I have literally never once seen her blush).

AND THEN, she drives me home… 

And in the drive I pull out my phone and for the first time that day and I check insta, I don’t love the app but one of my friends went out today and i knew she’d have posted so I wanted to likes her pics and stuff. 

BUT YOU ARE NOT READY

Her ex bf (the girl i’m with) has posted a pic of the two of them captioned “back together”.

WHAT THE FUCK

So I say to her, as we’re nearing my house, “We talked all night and you didn’t bring up that your back together with *you know who*, didn’t you both cheat on each other?”

I tried to sound chill like I wasn’t jealous but also mad cause that’s not a smart decision no matter what. 

She like freezes a little and goes quiet and then goes “Yeah I guess. He’s alright. I’ve been thinking about my dating history recently.” At this point she’s pulled over beside my house and she turns like half her body to face me and asks “Do you think I shouldn’t date him?” NOT LIKE “oh do you hate him” IT WAS LIKE “Do you think I should be single”

And okay i’m kind of annoyed now tbh…

She flirted with me all evening. EVEN I could see that!!! And she didn’t seem to care about her ex at all, she seemed to care about my reaction.

It all felt like a game I didn’t mean to play? 

So I turned to her and said, “I think you need to figure out what you want.”

And left and went to my house.

oh SHIT

yeah, I was not ready for that.

You were so right and so badass to set that boundary because she DOES need to figure out what she wants. And I think you need to keep that boundary until she figures it out. You don't deserve to be messed with like that, and I'm so proud of you for realizing that. <3

You. Deserve. Better.

Keep me updated!

[thenasoneshots]

John Laurens Oneshot - Strangers to Lovers

Requested?: No

Prompt: “Take my seat.”

Type of oneshot: Fluff

Timing: Modern AU

Reader's Relations: None

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, swearing, random people being dicks in public

Other notes: None?

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I sighed in relief as the bus I needed finally arrived at the stop. Once I got on, I sighed, seeing there were no available seats and grabbed a hold of a nearby pole for standing passengers, placing a hand on my 6-month-pregnant stomach, hearing a whisper of, “Son, come here and let the lady sit down.”

“No! I want to sit down!” the child replied. I just sent a smile the the father in a ‘it’s fine, I’m used to it’ way.

That’s when I felt a tap on my shoulder, “Miss, here, take my seat. I’m getting off soon anyway.”

I turned around and was met with a freckled face and brown hair, tied up in a low ponytail, the man wearing a white t-shirt with turtles on it. I smiled as he stood up and thanked him, sitting down, feeling relieved at the weight being removed from my legs.

“Thank you again, sir. I like your T-shirt by the way.”

“Thank you. Turtles are just the best!”

I let out a giggle, “I agree.”

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A few minutes later the bus arrived at my stop. I stood up and thanked the driver before getting off and finishing the small walk home I had from the bus stop. That’s when I felt another tap on the shoulder, “Sorry, Miss. I didn’t get your name. It seems we were getting off at the same place.”

“Oh, I’m (Y/n). What about you?”

“John. You’ve got a pretty name. Oh, shit, I shouldn’t be flirting, I can tell you’re already in a relationship,” he muttered the last statement his eyes darting to my stomach.

“T-thank you, and it’s fine. I was, but not anymore. My boyfriend was excited about the two of us having a baby, but a few days ago, I found out he had been cheating on me since before he got me pregnant and that he was dumping me for her when I told him there was a chance that our baby wouldn’t be perfect. I don’t have the best eyesight, I’m dyslexic, and I’m a carrier of a genetic ‘deformity’, I hate that word, a thing that my mum has that could get passed down to this child. The girl my ex was cheating on me with has no problems with her DNA, has perfect eyesight and she’s gorgeous. Sorry for ranting, we’ve probably walked past your house by now.”

John just shook his head, “Nope! Plus it wouldn’t be right for me to let you walk home alone. Who knows who could take advantage of you? And your ex is wrong for not seeing you for how perfect you are. You need someone who will love every part of you and the child, no matter what they look like,” he spoke, putting a bit of my hair behind my ear that had fallen out of place, causing my face to turn slightly pink.

We ended up learning that we lived in the same block of flats, and right next to each other, and two months later, John made me move in with him so that he wouldn’t worry about me being on my own and having to go the hospital alone, then I met his very loud friends…..

-------------------JOHN’S POV

“John, what’s got you so distracted?”

“Nothing Alex. I’m fine,” I replied, moving my hand and pushing a bit of hair that had fallen into (Y/n)’s face out of the way, who was currently asleep on my shoulder.

“I have a feeling it’s something to do with (Y/n). Mon ami, I can see it in your eyes, you love her, non?”

I immediately looked up, staring Laf in the face, “W-what?!”

“I knew it. Just tell her, mon ami, before someone snatches her up,” Laf replied, a smirk on his face.

“You wouldn’t dare,” I muttered, seeing him looking at (Y/n).

“Tell her and I won’t.”

At that moment, (Y/n) woke up with a scream, “I-it hurts!” making my eyes widen, “Laf can I borrow your car? Mine’s in for a service today.”

“On one condition; I’m driving.”

“Fine. Just get (Y/n) to the hospital, please.”

-----------------------------YOU POV

“Thank you for helping me, John. I don’t think I would have made it without your help,” I spoke, panting as I held Jane in my arms, the baby girl being sound asleep.

“No problem. Glad I was of some help.”

“Mon ami, don’t you have something to say to (Y/n)?”

I blinked at Laf’s words and asked John, “Do you?”

“Laf, I hate you so much….” John muttered, “If I have to do this, you three must leave.” Laf and Alex sighed, Herc eventually had to drag them out of the room, leaving me and John alone, “So what did you have to say?”

“Since I met you, I felt something… a good something. I realised I’ve fallen in love with you, (Y/n). I know you probably don’t feel the same, I mean we have only known each other for a few months but-” I cut him off by placing a finger on his lips, “I love you too, John.”

His face lit up and I giggled, “I’m not messing with you, you can kiss me if you want.”

That was all he needed to bend down and carefully kiss me, careful not to disturb Jane.

—--------------------END OF ONESHOT

And another one written… I have one more in my head, that might get written tomorrow…

[coolk1d777]

It’s 4 days before my birthday and a day i was once excited for I am no longer .. me and ole dude haven’t been fighting but it’s a lot of what’s understood feelings and we’ve just been coexisting, we barely sleep in the same room together anymore and he’s been distant and so have I .. we still do things to show we care for one another but our vibe is no longer . What do you do when you feel and physically see your bond and relationship with your person slipping and both does nothing to stop it .. I’m an over thinker so my mind has been racing with thoughts and the hurt me is like fuck it, you’ve seen this before they always cheat and try to hide it but somthing in you tell you somthings off , and I’ve made it apparent that it must be me because his demeanor changes when he comes around me , he’s a huge dick , and its honestly pushing me away .. no I’ll never cheat because In this moment all I want is his attention and for us to talk but the way I’m over trying to save relationships I’m feeling like it is what it is , idc to be cute because I’ve tried .. and my mind is like chill out he ain’t feeling it and he shows he’s not feeling it , we are not who we were and I understand ppl change but not like this , it’s like he makes it obviously it’s not me he wants to hug and talk to , it’s not me who has his attention and he says it’s because he’s trying to get everything right for my birthday but I thought on my day, the one day it’s dedicated to me I’m supposed to feel special and In the days leading up to it I’m supposed to be excited .. but I’m not , I’m not happy at all I’ve held back so many tears and just said fuck it so many times .. Why? Why me ? I’ve prayed , but damn shit really hurts .. my mind is telling me he’s cheating I just feel like he is .. I’ll ask and he either looks over it or say somthing like “ I don’t have time to cheat” and most times niggas make time to cheat because by the words of my ex husband “ it’s the thrill of getting caught” 😂 like nigga what? I’m your wife and you cheat because you want to get caught ? What kind of toxic shit is that .. and their both Taurus … 😒 Ig I didn’t learn my lesson , speaking of my ex he messaged me apologizing for eveything that happened , at the time his current fiancé did the most and just sheeted herself into eveything and always talked about how I was irrelevant and I’m ruining his life when they are the ones who constantly called and text me from random numbers about divorce papers that my ex refused to sign multiple times before !! She made it so obvious that she felt some way about me due to whatever reason , but that’s not my buisness they are no longer together like I figured because she isn’t the first , majority of the girls he dated after we broke up 4 years ago might I add , has always felt some way about me when I didn’t have a clue who they were .. but again not my buisness , I remove myself every chance I get cause shìt is really just pointless .. he hmu about 3x a week to ask how I’m doing but that’s about it , a lot of ppl say you can’t be friends with your ex but I’m cool with mine , I have no feelings what’s so ever for them , we were cool before things ended no hate from my end so it doesn’t bother me but out of respect for my current , I don’t entertain it .. but him on the other hand he makes it obvious he still some way about his ex and if he had the chance I don’t doubt he would def go back to his ex .. fucked up but Ig that just how the cookie continues to crumble . I’ve noticed taurus has that ex they will always run back to and can’t get over.. I hope we can work through whatever and we can sit down and talk to each other about what’s going on , cause I hate this feeling.. if he gon cheat or has cheated I wish he be man enough to fuckin say it so I can let this go and start healing .. I can hold my own , it won’t be anything new for me .. just to say the least my birthday looks like I’m gonna be crying on my birthday again 🙂. Happy 25th to me 🎉

[vivianbernadetteaurora]

Two men both from Hollywood well. In that system.. that they chose to put themselves in and don’t they always have the most interesting of back stories.

. people we’ve got to realise now that these back stories are a lot of the time are made-up for PR to make it more interesting for it to stay at our head so you can go ohh wow they were found out in such the strangest of ways they got scouted on a beach in Miami they were the best looking person there etcetera kind of thing.

Umm SO2 abusers,. OK allegedly if you really want me to say it like that thing is it's not alleged is it because.,. well Johnny Depp sued one of the English papers don’t know what one I can’t remember either the sun or the mirror. for calling him a wife beater.. thing is about Johnny is a lot of things have been covered up about his past around the fact of river phoenix and his death are happening at his nightclub. and shady activities.. but if you listen to crazy days and nights and I’m not gonna lie I don’t always like how end he writes about people. it almost unhumanises them. So both of these women have come out Amber Heard and Evan Rachel Wood, to confront the abuse in different ways.. amber did it more publicly. She never names that Johnny. But it can only be him whereas Evan Rachel Wood when she goes to Congress, she doesn’t name Brian Warner AKA Marilyn Manson Eva she says I was in a bit victim of abuse.

And so to the point of so that this man was on a lot I believe allegedly. A heck of a lot of methamphetamine, absent

Cocaine.

Now what’s so common in abuse I didn’t realize is sleep deprivation.. the abuser likes to use it as a form of punishment one of the women who have said about Manson. said that he would put on military sounds that make you nauseous if they went to sleep before 3:00 AM or if they didn't do drugs. So a lot of the time, these people are put into corners. He also had this transvestite. Drag queen.. I am allowed to say it like that. Who he. He is frightened with a gun and says I hate fagots, or I dislike them.. cause this person has forgotten their name. Witnessed him being incredibly abusive. To his girlfriend at the time.. who was a famous actress, she also got raped by Harvey Weinstein, this poor lady. I think it’s a nice Italian lady who you hear on tape actually in the Weinstein of it all. So she’s a gone for her and a credible amount of trauma.... so a lot of these people are obviously scared now a former person who worked for him came out also and said how abusive he was and in LA and in the business, people don't do that it's called. They KNOW. So they don't come out and say anything about the clients they have worked for... so this man did that, and so did somebody else who worked with Manson in his band. He’s also part of the band Limp Bizkit. So a lot of people have, or a few, I should say, validated these women’s claims. I mean, look how close Brian and Johnny have been for many years now.. and there was a point,, I thin,k, in 2022 or 2021 where Manson had the police go around because he was threatening his life.. so he had to have a safety check.

. Around the time also his ex-partner who at the time us and our generation.. were not good to women at all.. the woman got blamed even if they were a minor she was a 17 year old girl and every the whole world is like slut, which is so weird I think it’s more of the time they wanna create this dynamic that you think well if this man’s cheated on his wife the woman’s obviously a slot when it should be the man who’s married to be the one to take the blame he’s the one who’s in the relationship he's the one who broke his vows..

,. But people say it’s ohh well she knew well in grooming it doesn’t always work like that sorry.

. same with all of these people though there’s these power dynamics.. like the girls can use their beauty the men can use their power. But let’s say for instance when it’s the other way round such as.. Sam Taylor Johnson and Aaron Taylor Johnson. She was in her 40s producing this film or directing I don’t know I don’t care enough.

. and she gets with this young vulnerable boy who at the time of filming would have been around 17. I think we’re actually born in the same year. Because I remember the film coming out. And he was meant to be 18. So there’s another power dynamic where people believe he’s trapped by a groomer and it’s not like she’s in her 30s. He was 40 her children were closer in age to her husband. than he is to her. so people need to start realizing and listen to good podcasts like beyond the blinds. and fluently forward because you find out all the Hollywood tea.

[mattscoquette]

Hey so if anyone has even been reading my anon about my ex and how he brought up ex then I noticed they followed each other again on instagram. Well I let curiosity take over and I had gone over to his house and while he was taking a shower after the gym I went on his laptop and went to his messages. He’s texting his ex again and to top it all off she sent him nudes and he sent one back. That has been a “problem” in our relationship I don’t like sending nudes I’ve never sent him one and the first time we had sex he said he wanted to film it I told him no.( we’ve done it 2 times and he asked both the answers always no ) I told him you don’t need to and I don��t feel comfortable taking pictures of myself like that. I literally wanted to cry but when I heard him coming out of the shower I just closed his laptop he doesn’t know that I know he’s cheating I just got up and told him sorry I have to leave, my friend needs help. I’m definitely breaking up with him but I’m so angry at myself like why did I even let him have sex with me he just made me feel so comfortable and now the person who knew me like no one else is cheating on me I feel so stupid and used. Literally wasted 7 months of my life 😆

girl :((( i’m so sorry u deserve so much better

[catnherthoughts]

5:33 am

i think i make romance a sort of religion. the constant thoughts about him. the way i obsess. honestly i think it’s a bit concerning. the playlists. the tweets. the posts that are just ambiguous enough to not be too obvious but just enough to make you think. think about me. do you ever think about me? you love to keep me wondering. i always wonder. what do you see in me. am i just some girl you can fuck when you’re drunk? maybe. but then what was break all about. i swear i saw you falling for me. you don’t give that sort of attention to just anyone. i would know. reference to calling all my lovelies but all of the men that want me? i can’t even give them the thought of day now. the man who made me realize i could love again. the one who started this stupid cycle. he wants me. it’s so desperate it’s pitiful. that does make me think a bit. would i still want you if you were at my feet like i pray for? like i manifest. like i cry for. is this what i want? do i keep up this self fulfilling prophecy to keep myself the victim. keep myself stuck in the same cycle i spite god for putting me in? i mean i could go to him but i don’t want him. i want you. i want you so bad my heart goes numb whenever you text me. my legs spread for you… daddy. whatever you want for me to do i’ll do. i cut my flesh for you. scars that won’t ever fade. do you love me when i’m like this baby? at your disposal. willing to do anything? or is it too much? i’m sorry i’ll hide out for a while. you won’t hear from me. i’ll make you think that i’ve moved on. then maybe in my absence you’ll think. love me more? and then you can become one of the men that stay in my messages as i fall madly in love with another man who won’t give me the time of day. i liked my time with you. you showed me just enough love for me to get attached and obsessed. ***** there is not a consecutive 5 minutes in the day where you don’t cross my mind. i hate it. and i love you. but i don’t love you. i love thé idea of you. the version of you i made to hold me at night. the version that kisses my cheek and tells me i’m beautiful without needing to undress. the version that can watch a movie with me. god forbid even maybe take me out on a date or make things official. text back? brags to his friends about how perfect i am. but that’s not you. and i’m not expecting you to be that man because it would be wrong of me to make you into perfection when you are just you. and still i’d love the version of you that inhibits your being with every single ounce of life force in me. id kiss every atom that makes you up. swaddle you in my arms. make sure you’d never walk through another day lonely. but alas you don’t want that. you don’t want me. you want sex from me sometimes. you make it feel like you’re doing me some kind of service when you do show up. you’re not god. not the all knowing. and if you’re trying to show me how detrimental desire is i’d love to show you how my desire of my blood flowing down my arms plays out. i know you don’t have any other women. or maybe you do. i know it’s your ex. christina? that name came to me but it fits so well. i bet you thought our initials could go together just like how you and hers did. i wonder how you felt when she cheated. manipulated you. i wonder how bad that hurt. i wonder if you’d use that pain to make me feel the same way. at least we are together in suffering. i wonder if we’ve had our last kiss. or maybe if it’s coming? maybe next time i get drunk i’ll text you in a rage saying how much i hate how you hate me or how you have my heart in your hands and instead of nurturing it you’re letting it spoil. you’re letting me spoil. the lack care makes me putrid, stale, something you don’t eat anymore. but you caused this! that’s the funny thing. the cat you loved is the cat that was perfect. i felt like it was worth being perfect for you. because you cared. now i feel like a neglected wife. always angry. resentful. thinking about how i could be with a good man who’d love me better. but no i can’t be because i’m enamored with the idea of you.

no man could ever turn my eye. yes i joke about how hot and sexy other men are. about how “yo estoy come un pérra en calor”. sex sex sex. yep. wrong. you are the one i can’t breath without. you occupy the deepest parts of my psyche. i don’t think i would want to exist if you didn’t come in and sweep me up that night. god that night. makes me weep just thinking about it. did you think on november 11th that you’d meet a girl who would be writing about you like this? who would cut herself, kill herself, hey maybe even hurt another just for you. the woman who begs and begs for you. no. probably not. but you found me. and you had me right where u wanted me. i bet you’d flinch at the fact that i only kissed you to get away from another. you were a replacement i’m sorry baby. you were someone to be with when another loveless man decided i wasn’t good enough. so i filled myself with you to make up for the pain. and believe me i filled myself to the brim. where’s the man who kissed me for two hours straight. talked with me for 6 hours? i bet you couldn’t even respond to one of my messages in 6 hours. bullshit. you’re a little bitch. i lead myself into delusion every day thinking one day you’ll come in and say you love me. that you’re nothing without my love. that i am essential to your life. but that won’t happen. that’s not you i’m afraid baby. i really wish you were the one though. now i think you’re a wasted body. only bad things come in 3’s.

can i even say that. the sex we had was phenomenal. i can’t even cum on my own the same anymore. it doesn’t feel the same. i sucked your dick. that in itself is insanity. do you know how i used to preach about how revolting that seemed. but i wanted to do it for you. i didn’t feel révoltes by the idea because it was you. it was always you. guess who’s name i scream when i’m all alone with mr wingbot. yours. your kisses, touch, hands, d-. you’re so perfect. that’s saying a lot from me because i’m very particular. I CAN EVEN LOOK PAST THE FACT THAT UR PETITE. because i care that much. but i don’t think you and i have the same definition of care. do you really care if i’m okay? do you really value me for things other than sex. i don’t know what you want from me at this point. id love for you to just be honest. i don’t want any sugar coated bs. i don’t want you to give me hope so i think maybe you’ll come in and love me. no. tell me i’m too much. tell me it’s me. that i’m not good enough and you hate me. then i can move on. i don’t want to move on. WHY CANT YOU BE BETTER. just be better for me. no. that’s not who you are. maybe one day you’ll see this. maybe you stalk me like i stalk you. or maybe i’ll show you when we’re dating just so i can see that all of this was for nothing. maybe i’ll print it and send it to your mother to show her just how great of a son she raised. cancer moon. ugh. it might be the gemini rising tbh. you’d think w a 8th house venus he’d be obsessed w me but i still need to look over his chart for the 37th time to see where i went wrong. capricorn venus. i need to do my research. if i take notes on how you love and like to be loved based on the stars in the sky. maybe then you’ll love me. i can teach you. i can be you’re dream girl and i’ll show you how to love me. all you have to do is be there **. just show up. id make you food. id kiss you whenever where ever. id be at your disposal 24/7. anything. id do it for you. you just need to show up.

for fucks sake i hate you. I WROTE AN ENTIRE CONCLUSION AND IT DELETED. i wouldn’t have to write until my arms were sore if you just loved me. have you ever thought about that babe? do you think about the harm you cause me. the marks you’ve left on me that will never ever leave me. did you know i sliced myself open for you 9 times on your 19th birthday in a heartbroken drunk rage. no. because you will never know how much you seeped into my heart. my soul!!! my soul *****!!! i just wish i didn’t have to say that i’m getting over you. that i’m moving on. that i’m in a healing era. you’re love could have been healing you know? but no. instead i get to wonder where i went wrong and ‘focus on myself’. i want to keep the focus on you. on us. I WANT YOU. i want you to want me enough to keep us afloat. i want you to run over and tell me how much i mean to you and how sorry you are. how you want to be mine and how i’m already yours. god i’m sick of this. in all hopes this isn’t a goodbye. my tarot readings said you’ll come back. delusion is I. for now just know i’m detached. but i did love you. you were loved *****. i don’t know what made my love unable for you to take in but i’m sorry. you should be more sorry. at least we had some time together? you got to rot my brain a bit while i was blind to it all. please don’t see me as some random college hookup. but as someone who you meant the world to. save a space for me in your soul miamor. maybe i’ll be able to take it someday. goodnight at 6:52

[lostdrarryfics]

THE BIG FIND: DAY TEN

Welcome to the tenth and final day of our anniversary celebration!

The Big Find is a 10-day long Drarry fic-finding marathon to celebrate the blog’s first anniversary. Below is the Day 10 compilation of lost fics, both old and new, that we’ve been unable to find. Our aim is to get as much attention to these lost fics as possible, to help people finally find their missing fics! Anyone can participate by reblogging, reading through each list, providing additional fic details, and informing us the title, author, or link of a fic, and their respective number in the comment section. Happy finding!

10.1 ffn, the plot is similar to “Boys over Flowers”. It takes place in their 8th year, pretty sure it’s a one shot. Draco is being bullied. Neville also has a crush on draco I believe but it’s drarry. (original post)

10.2 I read it on ao3 not more than three years ago. I think it was short. Harry was a bit smug. He and Draco wear each other’s ties, on accident, I think. And that’s how they reveal they’re dating, at the breakfast (I think) when people take notice of it. One of the two was like, “hey this is your tie” and so people were like, “why do you have his tie?“ I *think* Draco sat on Harry’s lap or something like that? Everything had been done in the great hall. I’m leaning into the possibility that Harry approached Draco, gave him his tie and commented on their relationship while everybody was shocked. (original post)

fic is not tie me up in knots by lauren3210

10.3 ffn, Harry realized that he like wearing girl clothes and being perceived as a girl the summer after 3rd year. Ginny and Hermione helped Harry get potions that would basically do a sex change on him and Cedric and Draco were super into the new Harry. I also remember that Harry felt like they had to hide this from Sirius. (original post)

10.4 Draco works in the fashion industry and is really famous. Harry is an auror. Draco is dating one of Harry’s close friends (OMC). Draco breaks up with Harry’s friend and they leave it on good terms. But on one night out, Harry, while being drunk, accidentally tells his friend that he has a crush on Draco. The friend reacts hostilely cause he secretly still has feelings for Draco. At one stage, the friend attacks Harry when Harry keeps making advances to ask Draco out. I do remember that it had 24 chapters. (original post)

10.5 microfic posted on tumblr, it was eighth year and Harry kept dropping things and forgetting to speak when Draco walked by. I think Draco maybe had long hair? And at the end I think Draco asked him out while Harry was being a disaster. (original post)

10.6 ao3, Harry and Draco had a baby, but only because Harry wanted. He wasn’t aware Draco had no desire to be a parent. Both the baby and Draco only liked Harry and disliked each other. It ended with either Harry asking for another child or Draco as pregnant, with a sentence like “if it was going to make Harry happy, Draco could bear it.” (original post)

10.7 Draco is rumored to be very promiscuous and one day he gets attacked but Harry saves him. But he doesn’t believe draco cause of the rumors, which was actually all fake cause an ex made them up since draco wouldn’t sleep with him. It’s drarry at the end. (original post)

10.8 ao3, hurt/comfort, Harry is ignoring Draco brushing him off, either he IS cheating or Draco suspects that’s what’s going on, Harry says cruel things to him and Draco silently decides he can’t take this anymore so he packs his things and gets ready to leave. Harry is suddenly stricken and despairing, desperately begging Draco not to leave him but Draco is crying and he’s so angry that NOW Harry is showing affection to him but he knows he should still go so he does and Harry like falls to his knees and starts to sob. The rest of it is about Harry trying to win Draco back slowly but surely, Hermione and Ron and maybe Pansy all told him he was a fcking ass to Draco and tell him to earn his trust back again before jumping straight into please be mine again. It takes awhile and lots of tears but they get back together and Harry promises to Draco to make up for what he’s done every day for the rest of their lives. (original post)

10.9 one shot or maybe a short fic, harry and draco are physical but harry is a butt and won’t fully come out and say that he’s with draco so draco feels like this dirty little secret but he adores harry so he does whatever harry asks including being hidden one time for uncomfortably long at harry’s flat when a visitor interrupted their tryst and harry shoved draco away. anyways harry puts a hand on draco’s throat during sex i think he may have asked beforehand or it’s implied they’ve done it before after a consent chat but harry gets too rough and in the spur of his big O he pushes too hard literally choking draco and doesn’t even notice, just rolls over and goes to sleep. draco goes to the bathroom and gasps for air then notices the marks on his throat like he’s been attacked, he starts to cry. he slips out while harry sleeps, worried that instead of harry being sad he hurt him that harry will be angry at draco for it. stops returning harry’s owls, he saw pansy and blaise and they angrily told him to stop seeing his mystery man once and for all because emotional damage is bad enough but physical violence is a crime. he keys harry out of his wards too and harry gets angry says whatever says some nasty things until he sees draco out and about and notices under draco’s scarf a thick ring of bruising and he feels guilt. commence stumbling apologies and guilt and makeup sex (original post)

10.10 a rewrite of canon i think (maybe just the last book?) and draco (spoiler) like sacrifices his life at the end of it. i remember ron and him like share a look at the end before ron gets harry out and harry is obviously quite shaken over his boyfriend’s death. (original post)

FOUND! 10.11 ao3, Harry showing up at Draco’s place at nigth, he and Ginny are separated (or so he told Draco) and they start a relationship, Ginny show up one day and result that she and Harry aren’t totally separated, Draco is arrested for something and there was discrimination against ex Death Eathers and slytherins, there also was a terrorist exploding places where known ex Death Eathers were, in jail Ron talk to Draco saying is Geoge but Harry say is Ron, Harry also say to Draco he love him and is going to divorce Ginny to be with him, but Draco doesn’t belive him because he know the Weasleys are Harry’s family and can’t take that away from him, he didn’t expect Harry to chose betwen him and them, but he also doesn’t want to know the result of that choise, Harry promises that IS going to divorce Ginny, because he want to be with Draco. The last time I read it was in a flash back about Voldemort teaching Draco how to revive someone. (original post)

10.12 8th year fic, all the houses are in one common room playing spin the bottle and they can either kiss the person it lands on or drink. It points to Draco and he decides to drink instead of kissing Harry and Harry was jealous cause earlier Draco kissed Justin FF. Later Draco told Harry that he didn’t kiss him because Harry looked like he’d rather die than kiss Draco. They end up kissing later after the game. Draco kisses Justin and Justin develops a small crush on him (wants to kiss him again) and Harry gets jealous and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t a long fic. It might have been one chapter or just a few. (original post)

fic is not night magic by kbrick

10.13 Set sometime after Hogwarts. I believe Harry was working as an auror. He and Draco are together, and have been for a while. One day Draco leaves without a warning (to France or Italy) then he comes back to England with a child. Harry was not aware that he had a child. The fic is mainly focusing on the time Draco comes back to England with flashbacks of the time before he left. Someone threatened Draco and their unborn child one time when he left the the hospital. Draco and Hermione are good friends and that it ends with them having another child (original post)

10.14 Takes place after the war and the golden trio including Draco are working and Harry and Draco become really good friends and realize how much they have in common and continue meeting up. (They might be Aurors). Draco tags along with Harry to a dinner with Hermione and Ron and Drarry are sitting next to each other, constantly looking at each other and finishing each other’s sentences and forming a bubble. Hermione and Ron are just staring at each other and throwing looks as they’re so confused and think Drarry are just friends but they’re very much acting like a couple. They later ask Harry questions about the relationship but Harry is just like “what, why? We’re just friends?”. Harry goes along with Draco to his friends dinner and the whole thing starts again and Harry gets along with everyone very well and even mentions how he almost sorted in Slytherin and Draco is just like “what? Why did you never tell me that?”. In one scene Draco goes “oh” and realizes how much he fell for Harry. At some point they do start dating and all of their friends collectively groan because “we told you so” (original post)

[goldnn-harry]

loving family [h.s]

i've recently been obsessed with dad!harry fics so here you go <3

warnings: none, just plenty of fluff😁

tags: dad!harry 

“dada?” 

harry groaned softly as his daughter lightly touched his arm. not in a bad way of course, just due to the fact of being woken up.

“yes bub?” he turned over to the side of the bed and picked lily up unto the bed. she was still too short to climb up, so she always waited patiently for her dad to help her.

she grinned, “good morning daddy.”

harry smiled and kissed her nose. “good morning princess. how’d you sleep?”

“good, pascal gave me company!” little lily smiled even wider as she showed harry her favorite stuffie, one of pascal from tangled.

“that’s amazing baby. i’m glad you like your stuffie. how about we go brush our teeth, hm?”

lily whined, but still complied and got out of bed with harry. hand in hand, they walked to the bathroom. harry picked her up and set her on the counter, brushing her teeth first and then his own.

“alright bub, clothes or food first?”

lily rested a finger on her chin and hummed, “food!”

harry chuckled, “alright pumpkin, lets go.”

harry helped lily off the counter and carried her to the kitchen. 

he peered down at his daughter as he walked and lightly pulled her thumb out of her mouth, “hey, remember what nanna told you about that? don't suck your thumb baby.” he lightly kissed her forehead to show that he wasn't mad at her, and then set her in her high chair so he could make her breakfast.

“what do you wanna have for breakfast, hm?”

“cinnamon rolls? pleaseeee daddy?” she pouted adorably, earning a chuckle from harry.

“alright bub. but remember that's not an everyday thing mkay?”

she nodded, “yes dada i know. can you eat them too?” she asked him hopefully. most of the time, when he made cinnamon rolls, he didn't eat them. he usually had eggs or toast instead, since he wasn't a big fan of the sugary treat so early in the morning.

but of course, he'd do anything to see lily happy. so, he nodded and started to cook their cinnamon rolls along with scrambled eggs and a couple of cut up strawberries as he listened to his daughter ramble to him (and to pascal of course) about the movie gemma and her had watched a couple nights ago.

a couple minutes later, he served her food in her favorite plate, which featured some of her favorite disney princesses. (***)

after giving lily her food he served his own, and stored the left overs in a tupperware container.

“is it good baby?” he asked, after giving her juice and sitting by her to eat aswell.

she nodded eagerly, “very!”

harry smiled, happy to see his daughter happy. “i'm glad you like it.”

“dada are we gonna go see y/n today?”

harry absolutely loved how much lily loved y/n. she was always so excited to see her, or even to talk about her, anything that involved y/n made her happy. and that was one of harry's biggest concerns, his daughter not liking the person he dated. so when he saw how much lily loved y/n, and not only that, but also how much y/n loved and adored lily, he was more than relieved.

with being a single parent, there's always going to be people that don't want a kid that's not theirs, or just dont want a kid in general, and even though it sucked, harry had to understand that.

but that didn't mean that he didn't worry whenever he had to break the news to someone he's talking to that he had a kid. he'd only dated four people after lily's mom left him (and lily).

the first girl was called ellie, and she was so complicated. she didn't trust harry at all, always accusing him of cheating or whatever she could come up with. she also didn't love lily, but she didn't hate her, and she told harry that she was trying and would eventually love her as her own. and although she was nice and loving at times, harry ended it after 6 months.

the second girl was noelle. she was gorgeous, such an amazing person. but that ended at 10 months, when she broke up with him and harry found out she was never over her ex.

then he dated bella, who was a not affectionate person, and didn't care for lily at all. she always pushed her away and asked harry to hang out, without her. that ended super quickly, just after a month. harry was never going to tolerate or date someone who didn't want his kid.

but then he met y/n. he met y/n at his job. y/n was a clothes designer, and she designed and made most of the outfits harry wore to his last tour.

she had walked into his trailer, hands full of folders and papers which harry immediately offered to help with. after getting situated, they went over all of her designs and harry picked the ones he liked and wanted to wear. their first interaction went smoothly and friendly, just how both of them had hoped for. after that they had to meet each other countless of times for measurements and just overall discussing how harry wanted his outfits to look, fit and even feel.

when tour ended, harry asked her out on a date, which went amazingly. and here they are, a year later, completely in love.

“yes baby, we'll go bring y/n breakfast before i take you to school.” he smiled. somedays, before taking lily to preschool harry brought y/n some breakfast if she wasn't too busy. those were lily's favorite days.

she giggled in excitement and finished her food quickly. “hurry daddy!” she pointed to his still half full plate of food.

“alright, alright pumpkin give me a second.” he grinned and ate his food a bit quicker. he washed the plates and cups and everything they used and carried lily to her bedroom.

he walked to her closet and picked out two outfits so lily could choose. he layed both of them on the floor and set her down. “go ahead baby, pick one.”

lily looked at them for a couple seconds, and then walked to the one on the left. she picked it up and held it up for harry. (***)

he smiled, that had been his favorite outfit too.

he helped lily get dressed and then moved on to her hair. he lightly brushed it, her small curls usually got tangled at night. her hair was exactly like harry's, brown with soft, light curls. he put two butterfly clips on the front and kissed her on the forehead.

“all done.”

“okay now your turn!” lily smiled and pushed harry out of her room and into his as he laughed.

“okay okay i'm coming!” he walked into his room with her, and picked out an outfit to wear. (***)

he also added his pearl necklace, knowing that basically everyone loved it.

after he finished getting ready, him and lily left the house and headed over to y/n's work place with the extra breakfast he had stored in the tupperware.

lily held his hand as they walked inside, eager to see y/n but a bit nervous to be around so many other people.

harry knocked lightly on y/n's door, gently opening it when he heard the soft “come in,” from inside.

“y/n!” lily grinned as she ran over to her, jumping in her arms.

she laughed, "hi lily." she pressed a soft kiss to her head and set her back down.

“we brought you breakfast! show her dada!"

y/n smiled as she looked at harry, who was smiling too, holding the container and waiting for y/n and lily to finish their moment so he could go say hi.

“thank you lily! i bet the yummy treat was your idea, hm?”

lily giggled, “yes! dada made cinnamon rolls.”

“just my favorite.” y/n smiled. lily sat down on the small couch in y/n's office, paying more attention to her toy now.

harry took the opportunity to walk over to y/n and give her a big kiss on the lips. “hi my love. i brought you breakfast, but you already knew that.” he grinned.

y/n kissed him one more time and set the container on her desk. “thank you. i missed you.”

“i missed you too. we've been so busy," he said as he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

“i know. is it okay if i stay with you for a couple days?”

harry smiled, “that's more than okay.”

she grinned, “good. i suppose you have to take lily to school now right?” the dissapointment in her voice was evident, as she didn't want to say bye to her so soon.

“yes i do, but i'll take you with me to pick her up. deal?” y/n grinned and nodded, “deal.”

harry kissed her once more. “i love you.”

“i love you too harry.”

[in-ky]

An Old Scent [2] - Negan x Reader (A/B/O AU)

Summary: During summer break, you decide to come back home to visit your dad, Rick. Over the course of your stay, you realize that your dad's friend is pretty hot.

Warnings: Eventual smut, A/B/O dynamics, cheating, angst, age gap, Negan, a bit of gore if you squint

A/N: ok so everything is written i'm just gonna stagger posting a little bit :') 2.7k words

The first thing I woke up to in the morning was a dull ache in my lower abdomen. Great. My heat was starting up again. Growing up, Bee always asked why I never went on suppressants. I always got a bad vibe from them. Then, a few years ago, a large brand got recalled because it was shown to cause cancer in a lot of different patients. Now suppressants were harder to come by, more regulated, and needed a doctor's prescription. A lot of omegas took the hit hard, but out of it came an influx of at-home ways to take care of your heats by yourself. Super helpful for a single girl like me. When my heats started to get really bad around my junior year of high school, Bee took me out on a shopping spree and got me a bunch of toys to try and satisfy myself. It worked for a while, but they got worse as the years passed. By my age, a lot of omegas were already claimed and had an alpha to help them through their heats. I was still relying on the toys Bee had bought me. The box was tucked neatly under my bed, waiting for me. I rolled over with a small groan and sighed. The heat wouldn't be in full swing for another few days or so, so I could still go to the courthouse with my dad. Speaking of, I heard Rick shuffling down the hall and slid out of bed, gathering my bathroom stuff and walking out of my room into the small tiled room to start the day.

~~~

"So you weren't at the garage on the night of the eight?" Negan hummed, leaning against the railing in front of the tv. His eyes were glued to the face of the man sitting on the stand. The poor guy was drenched in a nervous sweat, tight blue shirt sucking at his chubby neck. He swallowed thickly and leaned forward to the microphone.

"That's correct," he croaked.

"Oh, Jeremy," Negan chuckled, shaking his head and looking at his feet. "Don't you know perjury is a criminal offense?"

"I-I'm not lying!"

"Is that so?" The alpha held up the remote to the TV "I have some footage here that directly contradicts your story, man. One last chance." He wiggled the remote teasingly and raised his eyebrows. Jeremy held his ground. "Alrighty then, let's see what we have here." He took a step back and furrowed his brow at the remote and pressed a button. The screen in front of him came to life. I had to lean forward in order to see the video, but in reality it wasn't the security tape I was watching. It was him. I couldn't look away. He had dominated the room for the past hour and a half. His deep voice was never raised, but it still carried a commanding tone that had every person sitting on the stand shaking in their boots. My eyes trailed down his body. His suit clung to him in every perfect way. His hair was slicked back in its iconic style and the way his glasses perched on his face made my insides burn. Part of me regretted seeing him like this so close to my heat, but another part couldn't imagine if I hadn't. Rick leaned over and tapped my elbow.

"We've got him now for sure." He whispered in my ear. A smile formed on my lips as I nodded to him. There was a child-like joy on his face. He really did appreciate my presence. I turned my attention back to the video screen. The footage was fuzzy, but there was a clear figure of a woman standing still hunched over what I presumed was her phone. She was texting away, fingers flying over her screen. Suddenly a large figure, who had the same height and build as Jeremy, slunk out from the shadows. He slowly approached the woman from behind and raised a crowbar high above his head. He swung it down with brutal force. There were small gasps of horror from the jury and the crowd as the crowbar connected solidly with the woman's head. She collapsed in a heap, but Jeremy didn't stop beating her until she was a pile of mush. Negan clicked the TV off.

"Well, shit, Jeremy," He boomed "I do in fact think you are lyin' to me." He tossed the remote down on his table top and gave a grim scoff. "Everyone just saw you turn poor Miss Parker's head into your personal punching bag. You still wanna claim you were no where near there?" All of the color had drained from Jeremy's round face. He swallowed again, tugging at his restricting collar. But soon, his face turned a deep shade of pink and he slammed his beefy palms on the flat surface of the box he was sitting in.

"That bitch deserved it!" He howled, gasping for air. "She had no business-" He stopped when Negan raised his hand silently.

"I really don't care," He sighed, turning around and grinning broadly when he saw the defense team resting their heads in their hands in defeat. "I'll let the jury do the rest, your honor."

"Yes, thank you, Mr. Smith." The judge said, voice prickling with annoyance. Negan returned to his bench and pulled out his seat. But before he sat down he gave Rick a small thumbs up. And I could have sworn that he flashed me a little smile as well.

~~~

"You were incredible in there!" I cheered, giving Negan a high five. The contact made my skin tingle, but I passed it off as the consequences of the impact. "You really made that guy tremble like a kid!"

"It's what I do," Negan chuckled deeply. He looked around me and furrowed his brow. "Where's your dad?"

"He's pulling the car around," I said "I just figured I should let you know how good you did before I leave." He was so close. He smelled so good. The same combination of whiskey and campfire that could get me drunk in a few breaths. I was so focused on his intoxicating musk that I didn't notice the group of alphas that were headed our way. Negan did, though. I heard a rumbling from his chest and felt a hand clasp around my shoulder. Confusion clouded my mind and I looked up to him for some answers.

"The next case is starting soon," He said smoothly "Let's go wait for your dad outside." I agreed and he steered me out onto the steps of the courthouse. The short skirt and heels I was wearing weren't exactly comfortable for walking down stairs, so I held onto Negan's forearm as he guided me down to street level. There was a small breeze and I saw his jaw tense as a soft gust of wind swirled up from behind me and into his body. It no doubt carried my scent on it, and an alpha like Negan could probably tell what state I was in.

"So," I sighed, looking to engage him further "What's next?"

"Well," He tilted his head and ran a hand over his bear-covered chin. "Jeremy goes to jail. Your dad and the department get praise. And I get to go to the bar for a celebratory drink." He paused for a moment, looking me up and down quickly. "You want to join me?" I opened my mouth to say something. To be honest, I wasn't sure what I was going to say. I didn't really drink, but I was willing to do absolutely anything that Negan wanted. But it was then that Rick rounded the corner and gave the horn a little honk.

"I would love to," I settled on "But dad has a full day of father-daughter fun times planned, and I don't really want to keep him waiting." I gestured awkwardly to where Rick was sitting in the car, bopping his head gently to incoherent music.

"Totally understand, doll." He grinned.

"Maybe another time, though?"

"For sure."

"See you around, Negan."

"Bye, doll, have fun. And be safe"

~~~

Negan was pleasantly buzzed, as per usual. He got off his motorcycle and hung his helmet on the handlebar before lightly stumbling into the house from the dark garage. The sight he saw he did not expect. There sat his fiancé in the living room, arms crossed over her chest with a pissed expression on her face. And beside her was a woman he knew all too well.

"The hell is goin' on here?" He asked, slurring his words slightly.

"I could ask you the same thing, Negan."

"Lucille, what the fuck is she doing in our house?"

"Oh, so you know her?" Lucille growled. Negan just licked his lips and flicked his gaze between the two women sitting in front of him. "Of course you do. You have been fucking her after all." Negan groaned, rubbing his eyes.

"Baby, please-" He started, but Lucille cut him off.

"Don't you dare," She hissed, jumping to her feet and balling her hands into fists "You don't get to call me that after what you've done, Negan. You slept with another woman. Hell, maybe more than one. You ruined our relationship." Negan took a step forward but Lucille raised her hand and pointed to the kitchen table. "Don't take another step. Your stuff is in that box." Negan looked to see a cardboard box sitting alone in the dark kitchen, his belongings poking out of the top. "I never want to see you in my house again."

"Lucille, can't we just talk about this? You don't understand." He pleased, extending a hand to her. She batted it away.

"There's nothing to talk about." She spat "You cheated on me, Negan! What is there to understand? How can you expect me to forgive you for that?" A moment of silence passed between them. The other woman shifted uncomfortably on the couch. Negan glared at her before turning his eyes back to his now ex-fiancé.

"I have no where to stay." He whispered.

"That's not my problem." Lucille said boldly "Take your shit and leave. Don't come back. We're done."

~~~

I stirred the pot of spaghetti while humming a song I heard on a radio earlier. The father-daughter activities had consisted of driving around town and revisiting old spots we used to go to when I was younger. We got ice cream at the shop down the street and then watched the sun set at the park that we used to picnic at. It was nice. College did really fix our relationship. The TV in the next room hummed quietly and Rick was talking on the phone with someone. I heard him hang up and walk into the kitchen.

"Think there's enough in there for three?" He asks with a sigh, looking over my shoulder.

"Should be, why?" I return, meeting his gaze. He takes a deep breath and scratches his neck.

"Um, well, Negan's fiancé kicked him out of the house. Apparently she found out he was cheating on her. He doesn't have anywhere to stay." He mumbled "He's gonna be sleeping here for a bit." I stopped stirring. The water started to bubble too close to the top, but I blew a gust of air to push it down.

"Why here?" was all I could muster.

"He really helped me with your mom. It's the least I can do."

I just hummed in acknowledgement and returned to my cooking. So Negan was engaged. And he CHEATED on his fiancé? Maybe I didn't know Negan as well as I thought I did...

~~~

"I just can't believe she kicked me out!" Negan seethed, shoveling a spoonful of spaghetti into his mouth. He was still chewing when he continued. "She didn't even give me a chance to explain myself!"

"I hate to say it, but you did cheat on her, buddy," Rick said carefully, not wanting to poke the angry alpha in the wrong way "She's upset."

"I was in a rut." Negan growled.

"For four months?"

I was making a plate for myself, listening to the conversation from across the room. Rick's phone buzzed on the kitchen table and he picked it up.

"Sorry, I have to take this." He sighed, shaking his head and standing to his feet. He left the room and suddenly it was just me and Negan. I took my plate to the opposite head of the table, watching Negan wolf down his dinner.

"This shit is really good, sweetheart," He groaned. Normally, the noise would have sent me over the moon. But there were so many other emotions clouding my mind. "You ever consider changing your major to culinary arts?" I didn't say anything, just twirled my fork in my serving of pasta.

"Why'd you do it?" I said quietly, almost in a whisper. Negan paused instantly.

"What?"

"Why'd you cheat on her?" My eyes never left my plate but I could hear him shifting in his seat, rubbing his face while trying to answer my question.

"I don't know," He said. His voice was soft, sincere. Something I had never heard from him before. My eyes drifted up and met his. They were the same tawny color, but there was something else behind them. Something I couldn't distinguish. "I thought...Something was off in our relationship. I guess I thought that I could fix it by trying something different. I ran into Tanya at a bar a few months ago. She's a beta, just like Lucille. Wanted to be with an alpha. I gave in. Just for a quick fuck, didn't mean anything. I didn't like her. I told her that but...she...she wanted more, I guess. She fucking threatened me. Threatened to ruin my life unless I kept seeing her. I chose to do it. I don't know if that decision was the right one or not but it's the one I made. I texted her last night to tell her it was over. Never fucking thought she would come to my home." I was chewing the inside of my cheek the whole time he was speaking. I didn't know how much of his story was true, but he sounded like he was hurting.

"Why did you break it off?" I whispered.

"That's your damn question?" He scoffed, giving a short smile. He looked in my eyes. I knew the answer. Or at least I thought I did. He opened his mouth, but Rick reentered the room before he could say anything.

"Alright, sorry about that guys," He said, slipping back into his seat. "What did I miss?"

~~~

Negan was set up in the bedroom next door to mine. Our doors faced each other from across the hall. We would have to share a bathroom. Rick didn't seem to have a problem with it, but with my heat starting I wasn't too sure about the whole arrangement. I felt more cramps riddle my body. I was ready to bed, ready to curl up in a ball and go to sleep, but something called me across the hall. Curiosity got me and I turned slightly, walking up and leaning on the doorframe. There was Negan, clad in grey sweatpants and a black tank top, unpacking his things.

"Hey," I said quietly, not wanting to startle him. He turned around. He looked older like this, hair unkempt and his glasses on. When he saw me his lips curled in a smile. Any trace of vulnerability I had seen earlier was now gone.

"Hey to you."

"I just want to apologize for earlier," I said "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'm also sorry that you have to be subjected to me and my dad for the foreseeable future." He let out a snicker and shook his head.

"Don't worry about it, doll. And you're not that bad. I appreciate Rick; he's a good man." He scratched his beard and looked over at the clock next to the bed. "It's late, you should get some rest." He took a deep breath and I nodded. I turned to leave but he called my name softly. "You know I meant what I said last night, you are looking good." I smiled but didn't say anything and crossed the hall, shutting my door and hopping into bed.

[iluvchanniesposts]

Feelings.

This is my work and I own complete rights to this work. All scenarios are FAKE and do not perceive the characters in real life. Please read responsibly.

Includes first person perspective, swear words and arguments in a relationship.

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My eyes could barely open when my alarm went off due to crying so much the previous night. Finding out my boyfriend cheated, once again, was not exactly the best thing to hear before sleeping. For some peculiar reason, I tend to forgive him every time, but this time I genuinely don’t think I can.

I shut my alarm off and anxiously got ready for school. I mentally cursed to myself, practicing how I’ll break up with him in school. Time ran short so I had to rush, leaving me no time to feel anxious. “Wow, you look dead! Everything okay?” An arm draped over my shoulder as I headed into the main doors. “Thanks Chan, yeah absolutely fine. I’m going to break up with my boyfriend thanks for asking.” I rolled my eyes at my best friend, who now had a worried look on his face with our other friend, Hyunjin. “I wasn’t aware, sorry. Are you okay? What happened?” He stared into my face as he spoke and I took a deep breath to refrain from crying again. “He cheated again, I can’t take it anymore. It’s mentally draining me.” I rubbed my hands over my face with frustration and headed towards his locker. They both nodded and followed behind me sheepishly, knowing I’d need support afterwards.

“Couldn’t fucking keep it in your pants, once again? I’m done with you now for real, don’t come running back to me when no other girl puts up with your shit.” I spat out to my now ex-boyfriend, who stood there utterly embarrassed. I was never one for public confrontation, but quite frankly this time I couldn’t care less. The amount of times he’d publicly humiliated me by cheating on me and letting the world know is atrocious. Before he could even reply, I had turned my back and walked away to my first lesson.

“You done great there. Do you wanna stay at school or do you wanna go home?” Hyunjin rested his hand on my lower back and I just shook my head. “Going home is probably the worst thing for me right now, I’m home alone for the next week or so and I’m trying to keep away from being caught up in my own thoughts for as long as possible.” I laughed sadly, but the boys looked concerned. They nodded and walked me to class before heading to their own.

The whole day at school dragged, constant moaning from teachers and getting weird looks from other students all day. I can only imagine what they think of me now. The bell rang and I made sure I was the first to leave, wanting to avoid any interaction. “Wait up!” Chan shouted from behind me as I turned on my heels in his direction. “Want us to come and keep you company tonight? Pizza and a movie?” His hands gestured between him and Hyunjin, his words making me smile. I nodded and they both cheered. The three of us live pretty close, that’s how we all became friends. We’ve known each other for around eight years, we used to play out together before starting secondary school.

I reached home and slung my bag from the shoulder onto the floor. My shoes were kicked off immediately into the bundle of other shoes. “What a fucking day.” I huffed to myself before making my way upstairs into the shower. My heart ached a little, packing all the stuff of me and my ex into a black sack ready to dispose of. I had no time to cry, since Hyunjin had already messaged me and said they’re on their way over. I organised the living room with plenty of blankets and pillows, with a range of films to choose from. A knock at the door dragged me out of my miserable day dream.

“Hey ass kicker!” Chan sniggered as they walked their way into my house. I rolled my eyes and laughed at his entrance, smiling at Hyunjin who shuffled his way in behind Chan. They plonked themselves down onto the sofa, quickly making themselves at home. “So, what movie you guys feeling?” Hyunjin held up the options and Chan pointed towards IT. I threw my head back in frustration, only Chan knows about my huge fear of clowns, I’m pretty sure he only done it to spite me. “Fuck you.” I mumbled under my breath as I sat between them. “What was that?” Chan raised an eyebrow at me as I snickered at his response. His hands reached under the blanket and started tickling my sides. Since he was tickling me from the left, I accidentally fell into Hyunjin who was on my right. He too joined in but their hands came to a halt when I started screaming. “Your vocals are insane.” Hyunjin laughed as he ruffled my hair. The film started and all the pizza had been devoured already. Throughout the film, I felt Hyunjin glancing at me every now and then. I decided to not pay much attention to it, but it really ended up bugging me. The next time he done it, I looked at him at the same time, expecting him to quickly look away. Instead, his eyes flickered between my eyes and lips, smiling at me. My breath caught in my throat and I focused my attention back to the film, shaking any thoughts from my mind.

Time had passed and the scary part of the film had come on where Pennywise was in the basement as it was filling with water. I hadn’t even realised how far I had leaned into Hyunjin until I felt his fingers stroking my upper arm. He didn’t seem to mind too much otherwise he would have said something. I looked to my left and saw Chan fast asleep, end of year exams must be kicking his ass right now. “Chan, wake up.” I shook his shoulder softly as his eyes fluttered open. “Huh, what happened?” Me and Hyunjin laughed at his confused, sleepy state as he rubbed his eyes. “Shit, I’m knackered. Think I might need to go home, come on H.” He looked at Hyunjin who looked at me. I was slightly sad that our night came to an end, the company was really distracting me from the emptiness in my heart. “I might stay a little longer, you be safe though Hyung.” Hyunjin stated as he fist bumped Chan, who bent down to hug me before leaving. After the front door had closed, I confronted him.

“How comes you stayed?” I looked at him and he shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t really want you to be by yourself, I’d feel awful knowing I’ve left and you’re crying.” He smiled and my heart twanged at his kindness. He’s always looked after others so well, and I’d be lying if I said I’d never thought of kissing him before. I smiled, before moving my attention back to the TV. We were still in the same position as before, his arm draped over my shoulder as I leaned into his side. “You wanna turn this film off?” He looked down at me. “Yes, I fucking hate clowns.” He laughed at my bluntness before leaning forward and grabbing the remote. I pulled away from his grasp and now sat facing him, his hand was now resting on my thigh. “So, what shall we do now?” I asked as he stared into my features. “Hmm, I don’t know.” His voice was raspy as he licked his lips, looking more tempting than ever. Our gazes never stopped meeting, the stare becoming more intense. My heart beat quickened as I had a feeling of what was coming next. We both leaned in slowly, his hand coming up to cup my jaw. Our lips met as we shared a soft, meaningful kiss. It was lovely actually, it didn’t feel like he was doing it to try and get me into bed. My hands were resting on his chest as we both pulled away at the same time.

“Hyunjin.” I breathed out. He smiled and took in my features, trying to read my expression. “I’m sorry, I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” He confessed. My heartbeat rose to my face, making it evident how badly I wanted him too. “So have I. I love you.” I was shocked at myself too, only just coming out of a relationship. I guess that’s what happens when your ‘best friend’ treats you better than your own boyfriend. “I love you too.” He thumb caressed my cheek as we leaned in for another kiss.

[grxtsch]

lyin’ eyes

[jimmy page x reader]

summary: after relationship troubles, (y/n) decides to leave and hopefully forget all that’s happened. but when she reaches a place that holds many memories, a certain old friend who she shared those memories with was waiting for her to return.

notes: i don’t know what that summary is but i made it up on the spot so don’t even complain abt it :P

also i personally think that this is my best fic so far so yeah enjoy ig 😩🤚

edit: LMAO this was supposed to be based off of the song by the eagles but my brain had other ideas rip

warnings: cheating (idk if i need to warn u abt that but i’m being safe), swearing, fluff

“(y/n) please wait!” a voice sounded from behind you as you dragged a suitcase filled with your clothes and other possessions to the front door.

“no chris, i’ve waited long enough at the damn restaurant and where were you?” you said, throwing your free hand up in the air. “you were fucking this bitch in our— no, your house.” you seethed back at your now ex-boyfriend, who stood with an expression of grief.

“in fact, i don’t want to wait at anymore restaurants for your stupid ass.” his grief soon turned into anger as you spun around on your heels and walked out the front door.

you could hear him shouting some profanities out of the open door, but you managed to block out his voice and instead focus on the sound of your shoes on pavement as you walked with your suitcase to wherever your feet would lead you.

you were completely done with his bullshit. coming home late claiming he was “working”, flirting with other girls when you two were out shopping, and, just like this night, leaving you stranded at some restaurant for some other chick. it wasn’t even the first time he’s done that. you were ready to leave him before this day had even started; you had spent a few days secretly putting all of your possessions into your handy suitcase, only putting away a couple things at a time so he wouldn’t notice the lack of your items in the house.

before you knew it, you were standing in front of a bar that you used to always go to with one of your dearest friends. “maybe he still comes here.” you thought as you made your way through the bar door and straight to a small booth in the far corner of the building. the same small booth that your friend and yourself had always sat at when you both would come here.

his name was james page, which he preferred jimmy, but you just used james instead to pick some fun at him. the two of you were the closest of friends, ever since your childhood where you fell off of your bike and he ran over to check to see if you were okay. he even went with you to your house just to make sure that you weren’t hurt. even as you both had gotten older, you would both help each other out with homework, watch movies together, and he even taught you some guitar chords and tricks.

the downfall of your friendship happened a while after he joined one of his first bands; the yardbirds. he would always be traveling, performing at different concert venues around the country, and even the world. at first you would just call him or he would call you on these tours, which worked well for awhile, until he got so busy with the band that he didn’t have any time to return your many missed calls.

you missed him dearly, thinking of him from time to time during the day. you often wondered what he was doing at the time when you thought of him, whether it was playing his guitar or just relaxing at wherever he may call home.

you stood up to go grab a beer, hoping to wash your thoughts away, when a very familiar sound reached your ears. it was his laughter. the same sweet laughter you grew fond of whenever you’d be around him. you didn’t know how much you longed to hear that sound again until that very moment, it almost held you in a trance until the beautiful sound melted away and the song that the jukebox was playing had replaced it.

“i was probably just imagining it.” you thought. running a hand through your hair to try and focus back on reality, you continued to the bar, a fairly large opening right in front of you that you could get to quickly. when you reached the bar, you heard a familiar voice say, “(y/n)! long time no see!” you looked up to see the bartender, florence. she has been the same bartender since you and jimmy started coming to this bar, usually just to hang out and talk about different things. you were still surprised that she still worked here, she’s not as young as she used to be, but you were glad that she was here and not some other new bartender.

“hey flo! how’s everything been recently?” you smiled lightly, not really in the mood to talk a lot, but willing to make small conversation with your old friend. “quite good dear! it’s been boring without yourself and jimmy constantly making a ruckus in here though, i kind of miss having to tell the manager about how you two broke the jukebox again!” florence joked, causing you to let out a small laugh. “yeah, those were the good old days, weren’t they?” she smiled. “they really were. anyway! how about a drink for you aye?”

“whiskey. any kind will do.” you replied, which flo nodded and went off to get your drink, coming back in record time with a glass about half way filled with the golden-brown alcohol. you smiled and said a quick “thank you” and carefully took the glass, bidding flo a farewell and she returning it.

you walked back over to your seat, the chat with florence clearing your mind of the earlier events and bringing your mood up a bit. she always had that effect on people, making them crack even a slight smile when they’re feeling blue. right as you were about to sit down, the voice that you never thought you’d hear again called out, “(y/n)? is that you?”

you set your glass down, mentally preparing to see him for the first time in a long, long time. holding your breath, you turn around and see him, the jimmy page, your old best friend. “james?” his hair was longer, barely reaching to his shoulder, and it was slicked back slightly, showing his beautiful green eyes. his smile was still the same, and you swore your heart did a backflip when he smiled at you and said “oh (y/n) i knew it was you! i couldn’t miss that gorgeous hair of yours anywhere.”

you were pretty sure that your face was bright red as you smiled bashfully. “oh thank you jim. and i see you grew yours out hm?” he chuckled, running his hand through his hair softly and said “yeah, i just thought why the hell not you know?” “mhm! i like it a lot, it suits you.” you said back, nudging his shoulder with your knuckle.

he grins and mumbles a quick “thanks”. he then looks back up at you and says “wanna sit and chat for awhile? catch up on all the times we missed?” you nod, motioning for him to sit at the opposite side of where your drink is, and he sat, you following his actions and sitting down as well. you grabbed your glass of whiskey and took a long sip of it, leaving only a small amount left in the bottom of the cup. jimmy’s eyes followed your hand as you set it back on the table, then his eyes flicked back up to meet yours, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“is everything alright? i haven’t seen you drink like that in, well, i’ve never seen you drink like that.” you sighed, drawing your finger around the rim of the cup gently. “if i’m being honest, no. a year after we, y’know, stopped talking, i found a guy and we got along quite well and started dating.” you noticed jimmy’s hand clenched into a fist, so you continued.

“everything was fine between us, until recently. he started going after other girls, even with me around him. he even asked me on a date just so i would stay, because i told him that if he doesn’t get his shit together then i’m just going to leave. we were supposed to meet at a restaurant, but of course he didn’t show up even when he’s the one who wanted me to go with him and not the other way around. so i went back to our former shared house and found him fucking some random chick that i’ve seen him flirt with before.” you stared at your drink, before grabbing it and finishing it off. as soon as you set the glass back, jimmy’s hand softly reached for yours and held it, caressing his thumb over your knuckles.

you rose your eyes up to meet jimmy’s, his eyes holding a soft, caring look, the same look that you’ve longed to see for many years. “it’s fine though, really. it’s not like i really loved him anyway..” you lied, thinking of when you first met chris, how happy he made you. but you realized that a certain someone, perhaps the someone sitting across from you, had made you happier than chris could’ve.

“(y/n) love, your lying eyes really give away that you did love him at one point, and it’ll take a while to try and un-love him, trust me.” a soft hand came in contact with your cheek, gently wiping a stray tear away that you didn’t notice had fallen. looking back up at jimmy, you smiled at him and brought your hand that wasn’t occupied and rested it against his. “i know jimmy, but i think i’ve already moved on from that asshole.”

his eyes flashed with a glimmer of hope, and he softly nodded, a small smile painting his face. he paused, then cautiously asked; “i know we’ve only talked for a few minutes, and you can refuse this offer, but how about we ditch this bar and go somewhere else?” you brought jimmy’s hand down to rest on the table, holding them both with your warm hands and nodded. “yeah, i’d like that.” he stood up from the seat, pulling you up with him.

“well then, what are we waiting for?”

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[forever-rogue]

Alright alright ty for responding! I’m super hyped abt this one hehe but here I go:

This is for Frankie Morales, who I love so freaking much ☺️

Okay okay here: A high school reunion where Frankie and Reader meet again after 10 years.

They had such a huge crush on one another and reader was ‘popular’ while Frankie was just shy/nerdy. Maybe they dated but had to separate while they were in college because of the distance but they still have feelings after all these years?

Also reader has learned that Frankie has a kid but didn’t know that his wife divorced him so she’s kind of upset until Frankie tells her (assuming she runs off or something?).

Eventually they start again in their relationship and it’s a fluffy and cute!

I love angst and fluff so since you like writing about those I thought you would be a great person to ask hehe. Anyways I love your works so much and thanks in advance if you write this! ❤️✨

A/N: this is literally just a ton of softness, enjoy! 💕

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: none

FRANKIE MASTERLIST

MASTERLIST

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You could hardly believe your eyes as you scanned the room and found the one person you hadn’t been expecting to see. Out of all the people in the world, there was Frankie Morales, across the crowded ballroom, mingling with a few other of your old classmates. It had been two whole decades since you’d last seen him; two decades since you’d last kissed him, last told him you loved him, last held him. Back then you had been positive that you wouldn’t see the last of him. 

You knew he’d gone into the military after high school, greatly deviating from your plans of college, and ultimately causing your break up. You’d never heard a word from him or seen so much as a glimpse of him since the day of your graduation. At first you had been hopeful that you’d see him again sometime at some point, but the time had never come. That had led you to believe that he wouldn’t even be coming here tonight, to your class reunion. You could just picture him saying something along the lines of ‘why? what a silly waste of time!’ Unbeknownst to you, he hadn’t actually planned on coming - not until he’d gotten word through the grapevine that you’d be there. 

The sight of him was enough to take your breath away; he still looked exactly the same after all this time, just older, hardened, and world weary. Much like yourself and everyone else here, you supposed. But when his soft, chocolate eyes met yours, you couldn’t help but grin at him, the corners of your mouth tugging upwards without a second thought. Turning to the group of women you were chatting with, you offered them a half hearted excuse and made your way over to teenage love. Frankie didn’t hesitate to do the same.

Meeting halfway in the middle, you almost crashed into each other, your body practically humming with excited nervous energy as you stared at Frankie - your Frankie. He smiled that same smile you’d fallen in love with all those years ago, his magnificent dimple making its appearance. 

“Frankie-”

“Honey Bee-”

“I can’t believe you’re here,” you both said excitedly, before breaking into a fit of giggles. At least you were on the same page about this one. Part of you had always wondered, even if just a small, tiny part of you, whether he held any disdain or dislike for you after you ended your relationship. It had been hard at the time, you were both lovestruck young fools, but you both knew at the time, even if only deep down, that it was the right thing to do. Maybe it had all happened the way it did for a reason. 

“Do you want to go outside? To the gardens?” he asked softly as you nodded in response. Without a moment of hesitation, he reached for your hand, clutching it tightly, but gently, in his much larger one, lacing your finger together without a second thought. Trailing behind his long strides, you couldn’t help but admire his frame; tall and broad, with just the right amount of softness that somehow remained firm. He’d gone from a good looking teenager to a handsome man. 

Once you were away from all the commotion and outside in the cool evening air in the gardens decorated with lightly twinkling lanterns, he paused and turned to study you. A look of pure adoration was etched into his eyes as his hands found either side of your face and he gently traced over your features. 

“You are just as beautiful today as you always have been,” he beamed at you, “my sweetest Bee. After all these years, I get to see you again.”

“Francisco…”

“May I kiss you?” as soon as his name fell so softly from your lips, he couldn’t help him. It was like he was eighteen again, and falling over, so easily, so effortlessly. You watched with wide, doe eyes, the most innocent expression on your face as you nodded before biting on your lip.

Before either of you could think too much about it, he crashed his lips onto yours and kissed you with a fervent, but gentle intensity. It was like no time had passed and neither of you had to think about it; it all worked so easily. Just like it had always been meant to be.

When you finally, reluctantly, pulled apart, you grinned at each other like fools. You couldn’t help but steal a few more kisses from him. “Frankie...I never thought I’d see you again. I can’t believe you’re here.”

“I wasn’t planning on coming,” he admitted sheepishly, looking down at his feet for a moment, “but I heard you were going to be here, and I had to come.”

“For me?” a flush rose into his cheeks as you beamed at him and offered up a shy nod.

“Of course,” he confessed, “why else? I always hoped I’d see you again one day...I never stopped thinking about you. How horribly cliche is that?”

“Well, even if it is, then I suppose that makes the two of us fools,” putting your hand on his cheek, you traced your thumb over his features, “you’d always cross my mind...a lot. Probably more than I should have…”

“Somethings never change, huh?” he laughed light as he led over to an empty bench surrounded by beautiful evening blossoms. You sat next time, watching with nervous intensity as he held your hand in his, “how’ve you been, Bee? Really? Tell me everything.”

“Only if you promise to do the same.”

“Always.”

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And it was easy to talk to him; just like it always had been. In some ways, it was like no time had passed at all. With him you never had to think about what to say, or worry about him passing judgment or anything. It just was...and it was a beautiful thing. An odd longing feeling settled into your stomach the more you listened to him, leaning in closer and closer until you were almost in his lap. In some ways you wondered if it had always been him. Like you were both here again for a reason. You liked the idea that everything happened as it was meant to, as the universe willed it. 

“But then my wife…” as soon as the words hit your ears, you tilted your head to the side and gave him a confused expression. Wife, wife, wife. Holy shit.

Springing to your feet, your mind was reeling as you imagined all the ways in which you had fucked up, but Frankie was fast on his feet and was still right behind you, calling your name as he tried to catch up, reaching for your hand. Of all the things you had imagined, this wasn’t one of them. Eventually you stopped and turned to face with a wide eyed expression, “what do you mean wife? Frankie, I-I still have a lot of the same feelings I always did, but if you have a wife-”

“Bee, please no,” he shook his head fervently, trying to get you to calm down and calm his own racing heart, “no, no, no, I shouldn’t have said it like that - old habits die hard. I meant ex-wife. We’ve been…we’re divorced, and have been for over a year.”

As if to prove his point, he held up his left hand and showed you that he wasn’t wearing a wedding band. His own eyes flitted awkwardly to our own hand, almost as if to check that you weren’t someone else’s either. Instantly you felt foolish and silly, knowing it had been foolish to explode like that. You should have known better; Frankie would never lie to you, “I-I’m an idiot. I’m so sorry, Frankie. I just...I couldn’t handle the thought of you...well doing anything with someone’s married, or you being married to someone still. Needless to say, my own marriage didn’t end well; he cheated on me with multiple women.”

“I would never put you in that position,” he promised softly, “and I would never do that to anyone. Especially not to you, Honey Bee. If...if you’ll have me, however you want, I promise you I will never lie to you. I never have and never will.”

“Promise?” you looked at him with glossy eyes as your lip trembled, but he just nodded and reached for your hand, pulling you closer to him, “Francisco…”

“Of course,” he replied softly, “so full disclosure - I’m a divorced, single dad - very proud dad of the sassiest and sweetest little girl that is my world. I know that’s a lot, on top of everything else I’ve told you, but that’s...that’s what it is. Who I am. I guess it’s probably not what you were expecting...probably a let down.”

“No,” you promised him quickly, with a big, wide grin, “it’s wonderful. You’re wonderful, Frankie. None of those things are a letdown; you’re perfect. We’ve all got our issues - I’m a divorced, single dog mom that’s considered a failure by so many people because I went to college and ended up doing something completely different, and now run a small coffee shop. It’s not exactly lucrative, but I love it.”

“You always wanted a coffee shop,” he remembered; you’d told him about it more times than you could remember when you were just kids, “your dream came true!”

“It’s even better now,” you insisted softly, “because I’m here - with you. I think...I think it’s the only thing I’ve ever really wanted. Seeing you again, after all this time...it’s still you, Frankie.”

“After all this time?”

“Always.”

“Good,” he beamed at you, “I’m glad the feeling’s mutual. Honey Bee...may I kiss you again?”

“Mhmm.”

“And again and again and again?” you laughed at his playfulness, but underneath it all, you could see there was a serious side to all of this. He was looking at you like you had hung all the stars in the glittering night sky, “if you’ll still have me?”

“Always.”

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[imagine-a-life-like-this]

Promise (M.YG)

Warnings : talks of pregnancy, talks of miscarriage, swearing, talks of cheating, talks of sex

Synopsis : she disappeared after a promise of forever. after 2 years, she returns to her best friend and unknowingly to the man she left behind. will he forgive her when she tells him the secrets she’s kept from him?

Word Count : 4581

         “You don’t have to leave.” My best friend, ex best friend, told me as I angrily packed all my things into my suitcases. “Y/N let’s talk about this, please. You ran away for a reason. Stay, we can work it out, we always do.” I zipped up my final suitcase and turned to face her.

           “I forgave you the first time you did this, but you can’t keep apologizing for something you’re not going to stop.”

           “Babe, come on, don’t be like this.” My now ex boyfriend whined from the doorway. “I love you, please stay.” I looked between the two of them, wondering how long they’ve been together behind my back, and walked away. I had nothing more to say, and nothing more I wanted to hear.

           I piled my luggage into the cab and put my headphones in for the ride to the airport. It was time to go home.

           When I landed, I hovered over the call button of the one person I needed to see. A part of me wondered if he missed me while I was gone. I wondered if he would be pissed and not pick up. Before I could second guess myself, someone bumped into me, causing my thumb to click call. “Y/N?” He answered almost immediately.

           “Jin.” I choked out, trying not to cry. “I need you.”

           “Where are you right now?” I could hear shuffling and worried voices in the background.

           “If you’re busy it’s okay.” I sniffled, the tears falling despite how hard I tried to hold them in. Everything that happened the last couple days finally caught up to me and I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

           “You know I’m never too busy for you. Now tell me where you are, I’m coming to get you.”

           “I’m at the airport.” He hung up after that and I rolled my luggage outside the main doors to wait. It took him no less than 20 minutes to pull up. Before I could even stand, he was in front of me, pulling me into his arms. “I’m so sorry.” I cried into his chest, my hands grabbing his shirt and balling up as he rubbed my back.

           “It’s okay, angel.” He said softly. After a couple minutes, we pulled back from the hug and helped pile my luggage into his car. “You’re going to stay with me and the boys until you and I can find a new place, okay?”

           “You don’t have to move in with me, Jin.” I chuckled. He reached over and took my hand in his, lacing our fingers together.

           “We both know you don’t like living alone. Besides, once you meet the boys, you’ll understand why I don’t mind leaving.” He chuckled before pressing a kiss to my hand.

           I don’t know what I would have done had it not been for Jin. I’ve known him since diaper days. We were basically joined at the hip growing up. He’s always been my other half, and I’m so grateful he hasn’t bombarded me with questions regarding my disappearance. I’m not sure how he’d take the answer.

           “Boys, you better be decent, we have a guest!” Jin announced as he carried in my luggage. I followed him into the decently sized house. He moved to the side and draped his arm across my shoulders as he introduced me to the 6 boys gathered in the living room. But then my eyes met his, the man I left behind, and my throat went dry. “This is my other half, Y/N. Y/N, these are the boys, Kim Namjoon, Park Jimin, Jeon Jungkook, Jung Hoseok, Kim Taehyung and Min Yoongi.” I smiled best I could before turning to Jin to ask where I’d be sleeping. I followed him upstairs into his room.

           “I think I’m going to go to bed. I’ve had a tough couple of days, I’m exhausted.” He nodded in understanding.

           “I’ll come give you cuddles later. When you’re ready, please tell me what happened. I missed you.” I promised him I’d tell him everything when I was ready. He pressed a kiss to my forehead and went back downstairs. I changed into pajamas and crawled into Jin’s bed and just thought about how much things have changed.

           “Surprise!” He uncovered my eyes and in front of me was a table set for two with candles and flower petals and everything I could have ever dreamed. I quickly turned and basically jumped into his arms, nuzzling my head into the crook of his neck. He chuckled to himself but held me tighter as if he never wanted to let go.

           “Why did you do all this?” I finally asked, my arms still wrapped around his neck, his wrapped around my waist.

           “Because it’s your birthday and I wanted to show you how much I love you.” I pressed a kiss to his lips before telling him I loved him too. We sat across from each other at the table he set and enjoyed the food he cooked. I’ve never felt more loved in my life. During dessert, he slid a velvet box across the table with a smile. I looked down at it them back up at him. “Just open it.” I did as told, and inside sat two rings, one for him and one for me. “Promise me forever?” He asked with hope in his eyes.

           “I promise.” He took my ring out of the box and slid it on my finger and I did the same with his.

           I fiddled with that very ring that now sat around a chain around my neck. Why did Jin have to live with the one guy I was dying to see but couldn’t?

  Yoongi’s Point of View

         It seemed like a dream at first. Jin had left an hour ago after receiving a phone call. No one was really paying attention, thinking it was one of the girls he was flirting with. Until he stood up, panic written all over his features and grabbing his keys before running out the door.

           “Must be serious.” Hoseok spoke up. We all sat around, wondering what happened to make Jin look like that. When he barged back in, speaking of a guest, I wasn’t expecting to see her. She looked so distraught, so broken. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun, and I could see remnants of tears on her cheeks. It took everything in me not to say her name, to pretend I don’t know who she is.

           I fiddled with the ring that was still around my finger. The ring she put on my finger when we promised forever. Two weeks before she disappeared without a goodbye. How did I not know we had a mutual friend this entire time?

           “Dude, you good?” Jimin asked, nudging me with his shoulder.

           “I’m fine. And don’t call me dude ever again. I’m going to bed.” I got up from the couch and headed upstairs. She walked out of Jin’s room in that moment, almost bumping into me.

           “Sorry.” She squeaked. I could tell she was crying again and all I wanted to do was hug her and take away her pain. “Where’s the bathroom?” I pointed to the bathroom and she thanked me before heading into the bathroom. I watched as she took small steps and quietly shut the door behind her, something she does when she’s in a low point.

           “That’s her, isn’t it?” Namjoon startled me. He leaned against the wall at the top of the stairs with a knowing look on his face. “Does Jin know?” I shook my head, not bothering to hide something he already knows.

           “Oh sorry, was I taking too long?” Y/N asked with a shy smile on her face. Namjoon shook his head, saying everything was just fine. “I promise I won’t invade your place for long.”

           “Stay as long as you need.” Namjoon quickly countered, being the same caring and loving guy he always is. She thanked us, or him, before quickly ducking back into Jin’s room.

           “I’m going to bed.” I turned away from Namjoon and made my way to my room, but he followed me.

           “So she’s the girl who disappeared?” He asked as he shut the door behind him. I rolled my eyes as I collapsed on my bed.

           “Yes Joon, she’s my first love. She’s the girl all my songs are about. She’s the one that broke my heart. And I’m not ready for her to be in my life again.” I admitted.

           “Do you know why she left?” I shook my head. “Maybe talk to her, get the closure you should have gotten 2 years ago. Then maybe you can move on.” I laughed at the very thought of moving on. She’s always been my one. She’s the only one I can see myself with.

 Your Point of View

         I thought I had moved on. I thought I was completely over Min Yoongi. I thought Jay had taken his place in my heart but seeing him again made me realize it was all temporary. Min Yoongi has always been my forever.

           “Hey babe. The restaurant was dead, so they sent me home early.” I called into the house I shared with my boyfriend of a year and a half. I slid on my house slippers, curious as to why he didn’t say anything. I could have sworn I saw his car out front. But I suppose one of his friends could have picked him up. I didn’t think much of it as I opened the door to our shared room, ready to get out of my uniform, when I saw the reason he wasn’t answering me. “I-“ The words got caught in my throat as I tried not to cry.

           “Y/N!” He called, quickly jumping off the naked girl and looked for his boxers. My heart broke further when I saw it was my best friend laying there, covering herself with the blanket I bought for the bed I paid for to share with my lover. She really had taken everything from me. “Listen baby, let’s talk about this.” I turned to leave the house, needing to gather my thoughts, but Jay grabbed my wrist, stopping me.

           “Don’t touch me.” He dropped my wrist. “You want to talk that bad? Fine let’s talk. I’m not going to accept an apology. I’m not going to accept any bullshit excuse. I forgave the two of you the first time because we weren’t actually dating at the time, but for fucks sake Jay, we’ve been dating for over a year now! How long?” He didn’t say anything. “Fuck both of you.”

           “Baby please!”

           “Save it.”

           “Come on! You can’t act like I’m the only one in the wrong. You always wished I was Yoongi. I’ve accepted that, so let’s just talk this out and go back to being in love.” I scoffed at his words.

           “I have never once wished you were Yoongi. But it looks like you wished I was Nari.” He called after me again, but I didn’t stop this time and left for the night. I returned the next day to pack my things and move back home.

           Maybe Jay was right. Maybe a part of me wished he was Yoongi. Maybe I never actually loved Jay. “You awake?” Jin whispered as he slowly cracked the door open.

           “Come cuddle.” I whined. Jin wasted no time in changing into his pajamas and jumping into the bed with me.

           “Should we go to our café tomorrow? Catch up?” I nodded before moving closer to him and placing my head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and placed a kiss to the top of my head. I quickly fell asleep to the calming sound of his familiar heartbeat.

           “You have a boyfriend, and you haven’t told me?!” Jin exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air just like the drama queen he is. I rolled my eyes at the theatrics.

           “I just wanted it to be serious for both of us before jinxing it. But he wants to meet you.”

           “How do you know he’s serious?” I slid my hand across the table, showing off the ring Yoongi had gifted to me for my birthday last night. His jaw dropped and looked between me and the ring.

           “We promised forever.” I added with a small smile on my face. I told him the whole story of how it happened, and he sat across from me, his chin resting in his hands and his elbows resting on the table, and just looked at me with excitement in his eyes.

           “So he’s romantic!” He clapped his hands together. I just nodded.

           “He’s always been romantic. He remembers all the little things. You should have seen what he did for our 100th day. I could have died.” We spent the rest of the day talking about my relationship that I had kept hidden.

           Jin had been so excited to meet my boyfriend, but the day never came. I found something out, and my dad sent me away before I could even say goodbye.

           “Wakey wakey! I made breakfast.” Jin said softly, pulling me out of my slumber.

           “I haven’t had Jin’s homemade food in so long!” I exclaimed, jumping up from the bed while Jin just laughed at me. The two of us made our way downstairs where the others were gathered at the table.

           “And I thought Yoongi could sleep forever.” Hoseok joked. I smiled at the thought that he really hadn’t changed. Some things really do stay the same, even if everything else changes.

           “Sorry, the last few days have been rough.” I apologized, taking the empty seat beside Jin, and looked down at the full plate of food. Everyone went back to their conversations while I just quietly ate my food, barely paying attention to the conversations happening around me.

           “Have you told your dad you’re back?” Jin asked, catching the attention of the others.

           “Him and I aren’t talking anymore. He kind of disowned me before I left.” I admitted before taking a sip of the coffee Jin made for me, just the way I like it. “But it’s fine. He’s kind of a shit person.” I shrugged it off when I saw the look of pity in everyone’s eyes. “What time did you want to go to our café?” I asked, trying my best to change the subject.

           “We can go after breakfast.” I nodded and excused myself from the table to shower and get ready. I scrolled through the messages my dad had sent me before I left. I could practically hear the anger in his voice with the words he said. I don’t need a slut as a daughter. You are to leave tonight. I will be removing you from the family for good. I threw my phone on Jin’s bed before collapsing to the floor and sobbing.

           “Hey, it’s okay. I’m here.” Jin whispered as he pulled me into his arms.

           We left soon after my outburst. I could tell Jin had a million questions running through his mind, and I hated keeping things from him. He slid my coffee order across the table to me and I smiled. “Ask me anything. I’m ready to talk.”

           “Who was your mystery boyfriend? I never got to find out.” He chuckled, obviously wanting to lighten the mood before we dove into the deeper questions.

           “Min Yoongi.” I answered honestly before taking a sip of my coffee.

           “Like the Min Yoongi I’m living with?” I nodded. “That super romantic, adorable sounding, absolutely perfect boyfriend was the grumpy Yoongi?” I giggled.

           “He was never grumpy with me. He’s actually such a soft boy.”

           “Oh I cannot wait to expose him!” I shook my head, hoping Yoongi wouldn’t hate me even more for giving that information away to someone like Jin. “Why did you leave?”

           “My dad made me. If it was up to me, I wouldn’t have left. I never wanted to leave you or Yoongi.”

           “Why did he make you leave?”

           “I was pregnant. You know how serious my dad is about keeping up appearances. He said he couldn’t have a slut as a daughter and told me to leave so he could remove me from the family and come up with a reason as to why I was no longer around.” Jin’s face fell as the words tumbled from my lips.

           “Did Yoongi know?”

           “My dad sent me away before I could tell him.” Jin reached across the table and took my hand in his. He ran his thumb over my knuckles as a way to soothe me.

           “Where’s the baby now?”

           “I had a miscarriage during the first trimester.” He squeezed my hand as a tear fell from my eye. “Probably for the best.” I smiled. “I wouldn’t have wanted to raise a baby without Yoongi.”

           “So why return now?”

           “Soon after my miscarriage, I met a girl. Lee Nari. We became fast friends. I ended up meeting a guy too. Park Jae-Beom, but he goes by Jay Park. We started talking and it seemed like it was leading into a relationship. But I had caught him and Nari sleeping together. I lived with Nari at the time, and quickly forgave the two of them. Jay and I weren’t really together, so I had no reason to be angry. We ended up getting together, though. A year into our relationship, I moved out of Nari’s apartment and into Jay’s house. 6 months later, I came home early from work and caught the two of them sleeping together again. I took that as my sign to leave.” Surprisingly, I told the entire story without crying. My heart still felt broken, but a part of me always knew that it wouldn’t work out with Jay. He’s not Yoongi.

           “That son of a- I will kill him if I ever see him.” I chuckled.

           “Honestly, Jin, I’m already over it. I don’t think I ever loved him.”

           “Because you still love Yoongi.” I opened my mouth to say something, but Jin spoke again before I could. “Don’t try to lie to me. I see that ring on your necklace. It’s the same one he gave you two years ago.”

           The two of us caught up on other things that happened while we were apart. After a few hours, we decided to head back to the house. I felt so much lighter after getting everything off my chest. It’s like the weight was lifted and I could finally breathe again after suffocating by myself for 2 years.

           “Min Fucking Yoongi!” Jin called as soon as we got into the house.

           “Jin no. What are you doing?” But he didn’t listen as Yoongi hesitated coming down the stairs. He met my eyes and slowly walked down the stairs, probably sensing what this was about. “Jin seriously, please don’t.”

           “What did I do?” Yoongi asked, crossing his arms across his chest, keeping up with his tough boy persona, but I knew him. I knew he was a softy at heart. He would give his life for those he loved. He would do absolutely anything he could to keep those close to him happy. He loved with all of his heart, and that’s why I fell in love with him.

           “Oh your tough boy act don’t fool me. Not anymore. You’re the kind of guy to set up a romantic dinner for two, with flower petals and candles, for your significant other’s birthday.” Yoongi looked to me when Jin said that, but I refused to meet his eyes.

           “Hey, Jin, I think I left something at the café. Let’s go back and get it, please.” I begged, hoping to get out of this situation.

           “No you didn’t. You’re the most responsible person I know. Besides, it’s not like the boys knowing you and Yoongi dated is that big a deal.” As soon as Jin dropped that bomb, the others just exchanged looks with each other in complete shock. All except for Namjoon who just shook his head. So Yoongi does talk about me.

           “And what about it?” Yoongi asked with a straight face. “I don’t see how you can go back to being her best friend when you were abandoned too.” I finally met his eyes and saw the pain he was hiding.

           “Because I know she wanted to stay.” Yoongi scoffed, dropping his arms to his sides.

           “Then she should have stayed.” He looked right at me when he said it and then ran back upstairs. Everyone was silently exchanging looks with each other.

           “I should leave.” I whispered to Jin. He wrapped his hand around my wrist.

           “No. I just got you back. If you just explained what you told me to him, I’m sure he’d understand.”

           “Are you kidding me? It was hard enough telling you! I can’t just tell him my dad sent me away because I was pregnant.” The words fell from my mouth before I could stop them. I glanced over to everyone’s faces before running upstairs to Jin’s room and slamming the door behind me. I packed the minimal things I had unpacked before sitting on the bed, scrolling through my phone, trying to find a place I could go. I ignored the knocking at the door, not really wanting to talk to Jin. “Go away.” I said when the door cracked open.

           “Jin said I should talk to you.” My phone fell from my hands when I heard his voice. “He said he’s not letting either of us leave this room until you tell me what you told him.” I fell back on the bed, tears welling up in my eyes.

           “He always has to meddle. This is why I didn’t tell him about you in the first place.” I whispered, mostly to myself, but by his chuckle, I knew Yoongi heard me. “Well sit down I guess. It’s a doozy.” I sat up as Yoongi took a seat next to me. “Where should I start?”

            “Why did you leave?” Unlike Jin, Yoongi jumped right in. I knew it had been killing him all this time. Why I left so soon after promising him forever.

           “Do you remember my birthday?” He nodded. “We promised forever and then had sex.” He nodded again. “2 weeks later, I found out I was pregnant. I was feeling like shit, so as any concerned mother would, my mom rushed me to the hospital. Obviously, she told my dad, and he got pissed. I still have the messages. He’s huge on keeping up appearances, so he sent me away. He forced me to leave that night and disowned me.”

           “Why didn’t you tell me?” I could see the tears in his eyes that he was obviously willing not to fall. He didn’t want me to know a part of him still loves me.

           “I didn’t want my dad to do something to you. I didn’t even say goodbye to Jin, and he’s been my best friend since diapers. So I left quietly, just as he wanted.” I could tell Yoongi didn’t quite understand, but he accepted my answer.

           “So, we have a baby?” I shook my head, and the tears began to fall. Just like the Yoongi I remember, he placed his hands on my face, and wiped my tears away with his thumbs. I looked up into his eyes, seeing tears starting to fall down his cheeks as well. I reached up to wipe his away as I told him about my miscarriage. “Why didn’t you come back earlier?”

           “I thought I found love out there.” I admitted, watching as he tried not to let me see how upset that made him. “He was sleeping with my best friend. But, looking back I realized I never loved him anyway. Because he wasn’t you.”

           “Fucking hell, you can’t just say that.” Yoongi stood up from the bed, and that’s when I noticed the ring on his finger. “You can’t just come back and expect me to fall back at your feet. Just because the reason you left was because you were forced, doesn’t change the fact that you left.”

           “I didn’t come back to win you back, Yoongi. I came back because I caught the only 2 people I knew in America sleeping together, and one of them was my boyfriend. I didn’t know you knew Jin. I didn’t know you two lived together. I honestly wasn’t expecting to see you again.” He turned to face me again.

           “So you wanted to disappear from me forever?” I stood from the bed and met him eye to eye.

           “I didn’t want to leave in the first place, but I had no choice. And I knew that meant letting you go for good. I never expected to see you or explain anything to you. And I don’t expect you to forgive me or want me back in your life. I don’t even expect you to love me anymore.” I reached for his hand, the one with the ring, and I ran my thumb across the shiny metal. “I definitely didn’t expect you to also still wear the ring.”

           “Also? You’re not wearing the ring. Trust me, I looked.” I let go of his hand and pulled the ring from under my shirt where I always hid it and showed it to him.

           “It didn’t seem fair to Jay to wear a ring from an ex, so I put it on a necklace instead.” He stared at the ring sitting on the necklace that was around my neck. “There, everything is out. I’ll be out of here as soon as I can, so you don’t have to see me again.” That seemed to pull him out of his trance.

           “What if I want to see you?” He asked, finally taking his eyes off the ring, and looking into mine. “What if I want to forgive you? What if I want you in my life again? What if I never stopped loving you?” I searched his face for a hint on whether or not this was a joke.

           “You’re giving me mixed signals here, Yoongi.” I chuckled. “Just a minute ago you were ready to walk out that door and not forgive me. What changed your mind so quickly?”

           “This did.” He said as he took the ring in his fingers before dropping it again. “That promise we made 2 years ago meant something to you.”

           “Of course it did. I meant it, Yoongi.”

           “I did too. I’ve been a wreck for 2 years. As much as I wanted to hate you for leaving, I couldn’t. All I could think about was you. If you were okay. If you had eaten. I never expected to see you again, but damn I wished I would. Now here you are, telling me you didn’t want to go, that you still love me. And I want to push you away, tell myself I got the closure I needed to move on. But seeing that ring made me remember how good we were. And I’m willing to move forward.”

           “What are you saying?” He took my hands in his and pulled me closer to him.

           “I promised you forever, and I want to fulfill that promise.”

           “You’re going to forgive me?” He nodded.

           “Just promise you won’t leave again.”

           “I promise I’ll stay by your side, forever.”