#past relationships

[curiositysavesthecat]

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[seraphinitegames]

In N's past relationships, did they or their partner usually initiate the breakup?

Usually their partner, recognising that there was a distance with N all the time, as though N wasn't fully there with them, as much as N was trying.

Thank you so much for the ask! :)

[ericshoney]

Protective brothers ~ Brothers!Sturniolo Triplets

Summary: Nick, Matt and Chris are home in Boston and spending time with you playing games, when an unexpected visitor turns up, your ex-boyfriend.

Warnings: usual swearing, shouting, crying, talks of past relationship, bad ex-boyfriend, random name for ex.

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You sat on the living room floor, playing against Chris in Mario Kart. Nick and Matt were watching to see who was going to win. The three of them home for a while and had the day dedicated for you, as your parents were out.

"Yes!" You cheered as you crossed the line before Chris.

"Fuck!" He shouted.

"Chris! Don't swear!" Nick shouted.

"Ah she's fifteen, she knows what every swear word is!" Chris responded.

You laughed as Nick sighed, Matt was busy looking at his phone now, some random TikTok playing.

"Who's next?" You asked.

"I am." Nick answered, swapping places with Chris.

You then started playing against Nick, Matt was now watching, his phone placed down, as Chris shouted and screamed at the TV. It was a close race and you came in second to Nick.

"Fuck!" You screamed, copying Chris from before.

"No!" Nick responded, making you all laugh.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. You looked at the guys, wondering if they invited Nate over, as you knew it wasn't for you. Or so you thought.

"I'll get it." Matt said, walking to the door.

You all waited to see who it was at the door, but when Matt shouted, you knew it couldn't be good.

"What the actual fuck, you can leave now!" He shouted.

You shared a look with Nick and Chris, both instantly jumping up to support their brother. You also followed, but frowned when you saw who it was.

"Hayden..." You mumbled.

"Kid, go to your room." Chris said, his eyes not leaving the teenager at the door.

"Y/n, let me in to talk." Hayden called.

"No fucking way, you hurt our sister, why are you here?" Nick asked.

"I came to talk to her, not you." He answered.

"Anything you say to her you can say to us." Matt replied.

"Please, babe." Hayden called, looking at you.

"No...I...No!" You shouted, running to your room, tears already running down your face.

Hayden was your ex-boyfriend. He really hurt you, being manipulative, putting you down and dating you for a bet. You haven't trusted any other guy, apart from family, since. When Nick, Matt and Chris found out they were angry, very angry and now seeing the boy who hurt you turned up to the front door didn't make it good.

"I need to talk to her." Hayden repeated, trying to step into the house, but was blocked by three much taller males.

"You can quite simply, fuck off." Nick said.

"You three aren't here all the time, I'll come back once you leave for LA." The teenager responded cockily.

"You won't be allowed to set foot at the end of the fucking driveway, dude. We'll get a restraining order on your ass." Chris said.

Hayden groaned and eventually stormed off. Nick, Matt and Chris locked the door and came to your room, hearing you cry made their hearts break.

"Hey petal." Matt called softly.

"He's gone, sweetheart." Nick said.

"But we're not, kid." Chris added.

You looked up at the three as they walked into your room. They sat on your bed with you as you laid your head on Chris' shoulder.

"Thank you." You whispered.

"Anything for our little sister." Matt said.

[ssa-danhotchner]

Love you anyway | Aaron Hotchner

summary:It’s a cold, rainy night—the kind that used to mean something. As the storm rages outside, memories of Aaron Hotchner flood your mind, love wasn’t enough to keep you together. And now, as the past refuses to let go, you’re left wondering—did you walk away from him, or did you leave behind a part of yourself?

cw: fem reader, use of yn, past relationship

wc: 2.5k

note: english isn't my first language!

It was cold tonight. The kind of cold that settled into your bones, clinging like a memory you couldn’t shake.

The rain drummed softly against the window, streaking down in long, lazy trails. The city beyond was a blur of muted golds and reds, headlights and streetlamps bleeding together through the storm. You let out a slow, measured breath, watching the way it fogged up the glass in front of you before fading into nothing.

Like him.

Two months had passed since you last saw Aaron Hotchner. Since you made yourself walk away. You had told yourself it was for the best—that love wasn’t always enough, that sometimes, no matter how deeply you cared, the weight of life had a way of pulling people apart. But no amount of rationalizing could prepare you for nights like this. Nights where the weather itself seemed to conspire against you, whispering reminders of everything you tried so hard to forget.

You pulled your sweater tighter around yourself, but the chill had already settled in.

Because you remembered.

The first time he kissed you, the first time you felt the walls around him crack, had been on a night just like this.

It had been late, the case finally over, exhaustion draped over both of you like a second skin. You had been walking together, side by side, not speaking—just breathing. There was something about the quiet after a case, after chasing monsters in the dark, that made everything feel sharper. More real.

The first raindrop had landed on your cheek, cool against your skin, followed by another and another until the sky opened up completely. The streets emptied as people ran for cover, but Aaron… Aaron had just stood there, tilting his face toward the sky, his dark eyes soft in a way you rarely got to see.

“You’re not going to run?” you had teased, already feeling the cold seep through your clothes.

His lips had twitched, barely a smile, but something lighter than the weight he always carried. “No,” he had said simply. “Are you?”

You had shivered, shaking your head, and before you could stop yourself, you had stepped closer. Close enough that you could see the raindrops clinging to his lashes, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his body despite the cold.

The moment had stretched between you, thick with something unspoken.

Then, just like that, Aaron had reached for your hand.

You had never felt anything quite like it—the way his fingers curled around yours, hesitant but certain all at once. His touch was warm, grounding, and you had squeezed back, a silent promise.

And then, to your utter surprise, he had pulled you forward.

A soft laugh had escaped you as he spun you under the rain, a single, fleeting moment of recklessness from a man who had spent his life carrying too much. He had let himself forget, just for a second, just long enough to dance with you in the downpour, to let the storm wash away the weight of the world.

“We’ll get sick,” you had warned breathlessly, the rain slicking your hair to your face, your heart hammering in your chest.

“Probably,” he had admitted, voice quieter now. More serious. “But we’ll remember this.”

And you had.

You had remembered every detail—the way his fingers trailed up your arm, the way his gaze flickered down to your lips and back again, the way his breath hitched right before he finally gave in.

The kiss had been slow, hesitant at first, as if he was afraid of what it meant. But then, something in him had broken, and he had pulled you closer, his hand sliding up to cup your face, deepening the kiss like he needed it, like he needed you.

That night, the rain had soaked through your clothes, your skin, your very bones. But none of it mattered, because Aaron had kissed you like you were something precious. Something worth holding onto.

Now, standing in your quiet apartment, wrapped in the silence and the echoes of what once was, you closed your eyes.

There were other memories, too.

Like that one when the apartment had been warm, the soft glow of the living room lamp casting golden light over the quiet space. Outside, the world was swallowed by the cold—wind howling faintly against the windows, the night sky an endless stretch of deep blue and scattered city lights.

You had been curled up on the couch with a blanket draped over your lap, flipping absently through a book you weren’t really reading. Aaron sat nearby, sorting through case files despite the late hour, his brow furrowed in concentration. Jack had already been asleep for hours, his small frame bundled beneath superhero-themed blankets in his room.

It should have been a peaceful night. But then, just as the clock ticked past midnight, a small figure shuffled into the living room.

You looked up to see Jack standing there, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, his pajamas slightly rumpled.

Aaron immediately straightened, setting his paperwork aside. “Jack? What’s wrong?”

Jack let out a small sigh, the kind only a tired six-year-old could manage. “I can’t sleep.”

You exchanged a quick glance with Aaron before smiling softly at the little boy. “Bad dream?” you asked.

Jack shook his head, then hesitated, shifting on his feet. “…I think I want waffles.”

There was a pause.

Aaron blinked, clearly thrown. “…Waffles?”

Jack nodded, more certain now. “Yeah. I really, really want waffles.”

You bit back a laugh, looking at Aaron, who pinched the bridge of his nose as if he were contemplating whether this was a battle worth fighting.

“You do know it’s the middle of the night, right?” he asked.

Jack nodded again, unfazed. “I know.”

Aaron sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. You could tell he was torn—on one hand, he knew he should send Jack back to bed. On the other, there was that soft, indulgent part of him that would do anything to see his son happy.

So you made the decision for him.

“Come on,” you said, tossing the blanket aside as you stood. “Let’s go get some waffles.”

Aaron turned to you, exasperation flickering across his face, but before he could protest, Jack let out an excited gasp.

“Really?”

You shot Aaron a playful smile before ruffling Jack’s hair. “Absolutely.”

Jack grinned, already running to grab his coat, and Aaron let out another deep sigh, shaking his head. But you caught the way his lips twitched, the way amusement danced in his tired eyes.

And just like that, the three of you bundled up and slipped out into the cold.

The night air was sharp, biting at your exposed skin as you walked down the quiet streets. The city was still, almost dreamlike, with only the occasional distant hum of traffic breaking the silence. Jack clutched Aaron’s hand, half-skipping with excitement, and you let yourself fall into step beside them, the warmth of their presence warding off the cold.

The little waffle shop on the corner was still open, its neon sign flickering slightly, casting a soft glow against the wet pavement. The bell above the door chimed as you stepped inside, the warmth from the heaters immediately wrapping around you like a thick blanket.

Jack pressed his hands against the glass display case, eyes wide as he surveyed his options. “Can I get chocolate chips?”

Aaron sighed, but there was no real sternness behind it. “One.”

Jack beamed, nodding enthusiastically. “Okay, one.”

You exchanged a grin with the cashier as you placed the order, and soon, the three of you were seated in a booth, the scent of fresh waffles filling the small shop. Jack sipped at a cup of hot chocolate, his small fingers wrapped tightly around it, his nose scrunching when he took a sip that was too hot.

Aaron watched him, a fond look softening his usually serious features.

“This was a bad idea,” he muttered, though there was no weight behind the words.

You nudged him playfully with your knee under the table. “Admit it. You’re having fun.”

He huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he took a sip of his own coffee. “Maybe a little.”

Jack, completely oblivious to the moment between you two, happily dug into his waffle, kicking his legs beneath the table.

The three of you sat there for nearly an hour, laughing, talking, sharing bites of waffles, the cold outside nothing but a distant memory. It was one of those nights that didn’t feel real—so simple, so filled with warmth and quiet joy, that it felt like something out of a dream.

But of course, reality had a way of sneaking back in.

Because the next morning, all three of you woke up sick.

Jack had been the first to succumb, sniffling pitifully as he curled up in Aaron’s bed, his tiny frame bundled beneath layers of blankets.

Then Aaron, who, despite all his efforts to push through it, eventually had to admit defeat, his voice rough as he finally settled into bed beside Jack.

And finally, you. Stuffy-nosed, exhausted, and cursing yourself for ever thinking sneaking out into the cold was a good idea.

But even as you laid there, wrapped in a ridiculous amount of tissues and coughing into your sleeve, you couldn’t bring yourself to regret it.

Because as miserable as you all were, there was something undeniably comforting about being sick together.

Jack, curled between you and Aaron, had been the happiest of all, declaring in his small, congested voice that at least now, you all had an excuse to stay in bed and watch cartoons.

And Aaron, lying beside you, had simply given you one of those rare, quiet smiles—the kind that made your heart feel too full.

“I blame you for this,” he had murmured, his voice thick with congestion.

You had grinned, reaching over to brush a hand against his forehead, checking for a fever. “Worth it?”

He had sighed, shaking his head slightly, but his gaze softened as he looked at you. “Yeah,” he admitted. “Worth it.”

Then, as quickly as the warmth came, another memory surfaced.

His eyes.

The way they darkened after long cases, shadows pooling beneath them, exhaustion carved into every line of his face. The weight of it all settled in his shoulders, pressing him down, stretching him thin.

You had seen it too many times.

Aaron was a man who bore the burdens of the world, who carried grief like it was stitched into his very skin. He never spoke about it—not really. He would shoulder the pain in silence, lock it away behind carefully measured words and the illusion of control. But you had seen past it.

You had spent so many nights tracing the lines of his face in the dark, pressing soft kisses to the space between his brows in the hopes that you could smooth away the tension there. Some nights, he would let out a breath—a quiet, shuddering exhale—as if your touch was the only thing anchoring him. As if, for just a moment, he could let himself rest.

But there were some things even love couldn’t fix.

Your heart clenched painfully because you remembered the way he used to look at you during those nights.

Like you were his only solace.

Like you were the only thing keeping him afloat.

And you had walked away.

You exhaled shakily, running a hand through your hair, fingers trembling slightly.

Maybe that had been the hardest part—not the loss itself, but the knowing. The knowing that you had left someone who needed you, that you had been the one to step away, to let go, even when every part of you had wanted to stay.

But it hadn’t been enough, had it?

Love alone wasn’t always enough.

And maybe that was the cruelest thing of all.

Still, there were the good times.

Like Halloween.

Aaron had been gone on a case for most of the week, and Jack had been practically vibrating with excitement by the time the holiday rolled around. You had spent every evening leading up to it helping him prepare his costume, cutting and adjusting fabric, straightening the tiny tie he had insisted on wearing.

Because Jack hadn’t wanted to be a superhero.

Or a pirate.

Or an astronaut.

He had wanted to be his father.

“I wanna look just like Daddy,” Jack had told you, grinning as he smoothed his little suit jacket over his shoulders. “Do you think he’ll like it?”

You had crouched in front of him, adjusting the toy FBI badge clipped to his pocket. “Jack, he’s going to love it.”

The anticipation nearly burst out of him when Aaron finally came home that evening, his footsteps heavy with exhaustion but his lips already softening into the faintest smile when he saw Jack waiting for him by the door.

But that smile froze in place the moment he took in the sight of his son.

Jack, standing there proudly in a tiny suit, tie slightly crooked, his toy badge gleaming under the warm glow of the entryway light. His dark hair had even been styled neatly—well, as neatly as a six-year-old could manage.

For the first time in a long time, Aaron Hotchner was speechless.

Jack beamed up at him. “Surprise! I’m you!”

Aaron blinked, his lips parting slightly as he just… stared. His grip on his briefcase tightened, his jaw shifting like he was trying to swallow down something thick in his throat.

You watched from the kitchen, barely breathing, your chest tight at the expression on his face.

Jack, completely oblivious to the weight of the moment, launched into an explanation, waving his hands excitedly. “Y/N helped me with the suit! And I practiced my serious face—see?” He crossed his arms and furrowed his brows, doing his best imitation of his father’s signature look.

Aaron let out a breath—half a laugh, half something else—and finally crouched down to Jack’s level.

“You… you dressed up as me?” he asked, voice quieter than usual.

Jack nodded eagerly. “Uh-huh! Because you’re my hero.”

The words hit like a punch to the chest.

You saw it happen—the exact moment Aaron’s expression wavered, his throat bobbing as his eyes flickered between Jack and the tiny badge on his pocket.

For all the horrors he had seen, for all the loss and guilt and weight he carried every single day—this was what mattered.

This little boy, looking up at him with nothing but pure admiration.

Aaron reached out, resting a gentle hand on Jack’s shoulder, squeezing once. “You look…” He swallowed, clearing his throat. “You look perfect, buddy.”

Jack’s grin stretched even wider. “You think so?”

Aaron nodded, his lips pressing together like he was trying to keep himself composed. “I know so.”

Jack lunged forward then, wrapping his arms around his father’s neck, and Aaron melted into the embrace without hesitation, his own arms closing tightly around him.

You felt something sting behind your eyes, but you blinked it away, pressing your fingers to your lips to keep from making a sound.

Because moments like this? They were the reason you had fallen in love with Aaron Hotchner in the first place.

And they were the reason you still loved him now.

You swallowed hard, pressing your fingers against your eyes as if that could stop the memories from tumbling forward.

God, you missed him.

You missed Jack.

You missed all of it.

And maybe… maybe that was something you’d never stop feeling. Maybe there were some loves that never really faded, that settled deep into your bones, becoming a part of you even when they were gone.

Tonight, the rain whispered reminders of everything you had lost.

And yet, somehow, it also reminded you of love.

Because despite it all, despite the heartbreak and the nights spent missing him, you would never regret any of it.

Not the rain, not the cold, not the sickness, not the laughter.

Not loving Aaron Hotchner.

Never that.

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[aventurineswife]

Dear [Name],

The sound of your voice still haunts my thoughts—sharp, biting, and final. Two Augusts ago, that moment carved itself into me like the searing heat of Sigonia's sun. I told you the truth. A gamble, of course, like all things in my life, except this time I lost.

You didn’t like it, that truth. You left.

I remember standing by the gate of your home, the sharp scent of ozone from the desert storm overhead mingling with the iron tang of regret. Your car idled for a second too long. I thought—hoped—you might change your mind. But you drove off, taillights disappearing into the storm.

You in your Benz, and me, well… I stayed behind. Always behind.

Now, I fill my nights charming rooms full of people who adore my tricks and laugh at my lies. They think they know me—the dashing risk-taker, the lucky gambler. But luck had nothing to do with us. With you.

And what’s worse? I meant well, I really did. I just aimed low, didn’t I? Played my hand with all the finesse of a child at their first roulette table. I wanted to keep you, but my methods… I’ll make it known now: I failed.

Still, that’s just the way life goes, doesn’t it? Slam the door, spin the wheel, wait for fate to mock you. Trust me, I know—it’s always about me.

But I loved you.

And I’m sorry.

Two summers from now, I think we’ll be talking again, though not much. Just enough to pretend we’re “cool.” You’ll have your life, maybe someone who looks at you like I should have. I’ll be out on a boat somewhere, distracting myself with the sunset, the water, the drinks that never quite drown me.

I’ll wonder where you are—on a plane, I’d bet. Off to somewhere better, somewhere safe. Somewhere I could never take you.

And I’ll think, for just a moment, how surreal it all feels. Losing you.

Then I’ll remind myself that it’s okay, because that’s the way life goes. Push your luck until it breaks.

I wonder, do you remember the good parts of us? Because I do. And sometimes, they make the bad parts even harder to stomach. You were the best—and the worst. The way you could see through me, strip me bare with a single look, that sharp wit of yours like a scalpel. It terrified me.

As sick as it sounds, I loved you first for it.

But I was a dick, wasn’t I? It’s what I do, this age-old curse of mine. A gambler’s folly, thinking I could bluff my way through love the same way I do through life. You called me out, and I folded.

Now, when I laugh, it’s too loud. Too hollow. It’s the only way I know how to fill the silence you left behind.

Two years. That’s all it took for us to crash. And I stare at that wreckage every day, wondering what I could have done differently. But the truth? I don’t know if I’d have had the courage to be the man you deserved.

I try to make amends, sometimes. Not with you directly—I wouldn’t dare. I hurt you enough already. But with the world, in small ways. It’s a pathetic gesture, I know, but it’s all I have.

I’m wrong again.

Wrong for you, wrong for me.

And yet, when I joyride down the roads we once traveled together, I can’t help but lay on the horn, just to hear the echo. To prove, to myself more than anyone else, that the past still haunts me.

I love you.

And I’m sorry.

As I sit here now, pen in hand, this letter will likely never reach you. But maybe that’s for the best. You’ve moved on—I hope you have. You deserve peace.

Me? I’ll stay behind. Always behind. Watching the roulette wheel spin and wondering what might have been if only I’d played my cards right.

Because that’s the way life goes, isn’t it?

And in the quiet of my thoughts, in the shadows of my regrets, I’ll whisper the words you’ll never hear.

I love you, I’m sorry.

Yours Truly,

Kakavasha

[k-y-g]

I used to be strongest at night,

until you took from me.

now I'm lost in endless shadow,

a personal hell you created and abandoned me in.

look at me.

suffocating as tar coats my throat, obsidian and insidious

hands clawing over the raw, gaping cavity of my rib cage

a wall of tears fall from petrified eyes perpetually forced open against grit and hurricanes

as realisation and horror dawns again and again and again.

and all I can do is remember.

my final breath in is agony, broken shards of shattered mirrors slicing my lungs

and my scream is a cough, blood and acid falling from my ulcerated mouth

the empty laugh of a thankless god echoes as my heart finally stops.

just for it to begin again. and again. and again.

flashbacks. // k-y-g

[dramioneasks]

Can you please recommend any fics where D & H meet again and decide to give their romance a second chance?

The Injury Of Finally Knowing You - VanillaSage - E, 21 chapters, Words: 135,039 - 10 years ago, tucked away in a secret room during their Eighth Year at Hogwarts, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy fell in love. 10 years later, the echoes of how that young love burned down still haunt them when, on the day of her divorce, Hermione stumbles upon her old flame once again.

Divine Artifice By: jessiy - M, 25 chapters, Words: 162,391 - The story of how Draco Malfoy found redemption, his heart, and reclaimed his family’s honor. All thanks to a mislabeled bottle of Experimental Amortentia. Hermione/Draco

Seeing Double by naarna - M, 6 chapters - Double double, toil and trouble… How a set of twins meeting the first time at a Quidditch camp changes everything in the lives of both Draco and Hermione. A tale of second chances and mending families.

Recipe for Heartache - niffizzle - M, 3 chapters - On an early day in August a few years after the war, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger run into each other at the Three Broomsticks, which soon leads to the start of a strictly casual, no strings attached, summer fling. The only condition? At the end of the month, it would all be over. But will saying goodbye really be that easy to do?

Serendipity By: cleotheo - T, 23 chapters - A fun filled trip to Las Vegas to celebrate Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley’s upcoming wedding throws up a surprise for Hermione Granger when she comes face to face with her past love, Draco Malfoy. But is it too late for the doomed couple, or were they fated to be reunited in the most unexpected of places?

Second Time’s a Charm by the.ravenclaw.woods - M, 3 chapters - Things end about as badly as they can when Hermione gives her virginity to Draco in the Room of Requirement after the war. Nearly twenty years later, they both are set to chaperone Hogwart’s Yule Ball. After ingesting a naughty treat from Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, Draco and Hermione decide to give it another go. (Now) three parts/two shots. Here there be lemons.

Connecting Flight - SaintDionysus - T, one-shot - Two university sweethearts reconnect at a chance encounter in an airport terminal. I received a visual prompt from safewordisdevilsnare with the caption “What would you say to the one that got away?” and came up with this. Hope you like it. Dramione Muggle AU. To see the image, check out safewordisdevilsnare (dot) tumblr (dot) com. Just replace (dot) and spaces with .

Second Chance by DramioneConvert - M, 8 chapters - Hermione has been teaching at Hogwarts for three years , and she’s just been named as Head of Gryffindor House. When she attends her first Board of Governors meeting, that insufferable git Draco Malfoy strides back into her life. And she just keeps running into him. Sometimes literally. Now that they have a second chance at forming a relationship at Hogwarts, will it go differently this time around?

-Lisa

[ezeva]

Inspired by the boy from the piano Shop by soliblomst

Ginny is dead and harry goes blind when he try to take revenge, draco help him and save him in every way possible.

But i want to draw this scene when harry talk about ginny death in a church, i was very affected by Harry's emotions and sadness

[lianaloverr]

Friends

Colby Brock x Fem!reader

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Summary: It’s been 4 months since you broke up, and Colby just can’t seem to move on..

Warnings: past relationships, Colby cheating in said past relationship, Cussing, Angst

Word count: 1.4k

Hii guys! New banner, new story. This is my first story where I’ve really switched the pov’s around, so I hope you enjoy! btw, on Colby’s pov, (first) means first person.

The song "Friends" by Chase Atlantic is about the feeling of longing for a past relationship that has ended.

Y/n’s pov:

It had been 3 months since you guys broke up. You and Colby dated for a year and a half and it was torture. you put everything into that relationship, and in return, Colby did nothing. And after you found out he cheated with multiple different girls, you got into a heated argument.

This ended with you getting slapped in the face and Colby leaving. A day after, you packed all of his stuff he left at your apartment and gave it to his bestfriend, Sam. Sam was a little confused at first because he got on the phone with Colby the night of and nothing seemed wrong. When you explained, Sam was furious. he asked if you were okay and you said yes, but you lied.

You were hurting inside, Colby never seemed like the type to hit. He proved you wrong.

Colby’s pov (first):

God, I miss you, is what I wrote in my 1000th text message I knew I wasn’t gonna send. I can’t grasp the feeling of her gone. “Hey Colby, whatcha doing?” Sam says, barging in my room. “Nothing” I reply coldly. Sam gives me a look, then speaks. “Are you still thinking about her? It’s been 3 months.” Sam states. I hate how he can just read my mind.

“I know Sam, I just miss her so much.” I reply. “Well;” Sam stops his sentence to sit down. “You fucked up, and you can fix that if you really try. Instead of just sitting here crying and wishing she’ll come running back.” Sam finishes. “Sam, that’s the most realest thing you’ve ever said.” I say, half joking. But I wasn’t it was, it was what i needed to do.

𝟣 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗁 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗋

Y/n pov:

Your at an influencer party hosted by your mutual. It was pretty cool. They had drinks and games everywhere. You stuck around with your other mutual Tarayummy. She asked you a question that made you rethink your entire life.

“Do you think Colby’s gonna be here?” you immediately froze. You didn’t think of that. You could barely the thought of seeing his face after all this time. He broke you so much. After the breakup, you started cutting, and haven’t been able to stop since. You knew if you could make peace with him, but you couldn’t.

You could stand face to face with the guy who ruined you. Also, when he told his fans that you guys broke up, you were sent death threats from is fans because they thought you broke up with him. You genuinely wanted to, but you held on for hope, and you’re still trying to find it.

Colby’s pov (first):

I just pulled up to this influencer party with Sam. I have no idea who’s hosting it, I just got a random invite to my phone. I see people out in the front yard wasted. Some of them throwing up. I feel bad for the guy who lives here.

When I walk into the house, I just see people having fun, something I haven’t done in a while. Then it crosses my mind, what if Y/n’s here? Thinking of that immediately made me jump. Just the thought of her being there made me so happy. I’ve longed to see her again. After the breakup, she blocked me on everything. I wasn’t able to be the “stalker ex”. I haven’t seen her face in forever, so knowing she could possibly be at this party brings me joy. Maybe I could finally apologize.

Searching for her felt like I was looking for a needle in a haystack. But it didn’t make me feel all that lazy, there were well over 100 people at this party. all i wanted was to find her, and tell her how much i miss her. I miss us. I’ve been stuck in the same place of too long, and all my friends are waiting for of me to move on. But I can’t.

Y/n’s pov:

All night you hoped you wouldn’t see him. You couldn’t do that again. Even if you wanted to get back with him, he never took the relationship seriously. You concluded he wasn’t ready for one.

While walking down the halls you see someone that made you rethink your life again. It was Colby. You were starstruck but quick enough to turn around in hopes he didn’t see you. “Damn.” you thought, you ain’t going through secluded area anymore. Proven to be bad luck.

“Y/n.” you heard a soft voice coming from the end of the hallway. While in the middle of thought, you just decide to talk to him, whats the worst that could happen?

“yes?” you respond quietly. “You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to talk to you.” he says, on the verge of tears. When he says that, all you could do was stare. The person you were so in love with, and who just left you with no hesitation, can’t move on. You honestly weren’t surprised. Colby has always had attachment issues, but never had a problem going out to parties and having bitches in his bed.

Colby’s pov (first):

I’m still searching for Y/n. This house is too big to be looking for one person. out the corner of my eye, I see Tara. I always knew her and Tara were close so if she was here, Tara would know where she was. “Hey Tara,” I start. “Oh hey Colby! Long time no see.” she smiles and pulls me into a hug. “Yeah it has, but anyway;” I rush to get her off of me. She just looks at me a little irritated and confused, but she listens. “Have you seen Y/n? Is she here?” I ask, eager to know. “Woah slow down buddy, I don’t even think she wants to see you.” She tells me.

“What do you mean?” I frowned. “I don’t know, when i mentioned you to her she just went pale and walked off.” she explains. “Dude, you must’ve really fucked up.” Tara laughs. “Yeah I did, and i’m trying to fix it. Where did she walk to?” I ask, once again. “Uhhh she went overrrr…” she scans the room. “Oh! She went over to that empty corridor over there.” she finished. I didn’t even thank her, I just rushed to the corridor in hopes of finding her.

I stop at the entrance and I see her. She’s walking down kinda fast. As soon as she sees me, she turns around to walk the other way. This broke my heart, she really doesn’t want to see me. I build up the courage to say

“Y/n.” I call out. She stops dead in her tracks, I bet a million things are going on in her head. “yes?” she responds quietly. My heart skips a beat. “You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to talk to you.” I say, on the verge of letting a river out of my eyes. She turns around then, and I can see that beautiful face I fell in love with, that i’m still in love with.

Y/n pov:

“What do you want to say?” you question, but not very curious because you knew he was gonna give you some bs story. “Y/n i’ve missed you so much. Ever since I left and didn’t get to apologize, I broke-“ “Are you fucking serious?” you ask.

He looks at you with confusion. “You had 4 months. 4 month to try and reach out to me. I know I have you blocked on everything but you could’ve came to my apartment, or you could’ve tried Sam’s phone.” you state. “I-I know I could’ve, but when the time came I would’ve did that.” he lies. “But you didn’t. You left me, no goodbye or anything and you expect me to hear you out? You killed me, everything in me. I can’t go through that again.”

“Wait Y/n please let me explain-“. “No, if listen to you more, i’m gonna punch you in the face. You have to move on. You have to understand I was wronged in that relationship, I just can’t do that a second time.” you say, with tears spilling out your almond shaped eyes. At this point Colby was crying so hard. “Y/n please-“. “Goodbye Colby.” you conclude, and walk out the corridor.

I hope you guys liked it! I really enjoyed writing this but it all happened while something crazy happened. Helped me keep calm:)

Masterlist

[scaryspears]

Liu Kang x Bimbo Reader

Reader and Shang Tsung banter (slight friendship). I don't think Chaosrealm exists in the new timeline, or is at least inaccessible, so reader is descended from a Seido outcast. Their ancestor was a bit like Darrius, so that's the closest to Chaos she's gonna go.

This prompt is for @valyrra, hope you enjoy. Sorry if there's not enough Liu Kang.

You watched Liu Kang stand next to keeper Kitana. They were talking, smiling at each other with the utmost care in their eyes. You could pull any man you wanted, but you couldn't help the worry and jealousy you felt as you stared at them. This was Liu Kang's Kitana, one where he came from.

Your titan self was almost identical to you, and when you spotted her she was standing next to her partner from her timeline, something you always did when your partner was around. And that was Liu Kang, but it wasn't the appropriate time to get his attention.

There were multiple versions of you, and yet only two were titans. There was one with Kung Lao, the other with Johnny Cage. You loved Johnny, but seeing the difference in your love life sent a punch to your gut.

You tried to distract yourself by applying makeup, keeping your attention to your mini mirror. But a certain sorcerer had to have your attention.

"Isn't it a shame. It's always the ones you hold dear."

"Shut up." you rolled your eyes at Shang Tsung. "Didn't you get your crown snatched?"

Shang frowned but waved his hand dismissively, "It wasn't a pageant crown, it wasn't as important as it was made out to be." he spoke sarcastically.

"You still lost a crown." you waved your lipstick at him.

"I'm sure he doesn't mean it like that." said a different Shang, a Light variant of him. He had a gold circlet crown that proved your point. "I'm sure he's just..." he stared hard at his other self, who returned the stare with a tiny sneer, "A bit concerned."

"Very concerned." Shang crooned, "You aren't your usual lively self."

Light Shang blinked at you, "You feel upset, why?"

You looked at them both, then at where your Liu Kang was talking with his Kitana.

"Look at them." you hissed and then pouted.

Light Shang glanced at where you were glaring and a small smile went on his face. "Princess Kitana and Lord Liu Kang. They are always good allies."

You huffed, "Sure."

Light Shang held interest in his eyes, "Is this timeline's Liu Kang courting you? He looks at you with a lot of affection."

"We are intimate."

"I doubt he gets squeamish." said your Shang, inspecting his nails.

Light Shang had a slight blush on his cheeks and avoided eye contact. "You both enjoy each other."

"We don't just enjoy each other, he takes me out to places and listens to me when I talk. And I just love the way he talks to me, you know." you playfully slapped his arm. "His voice all deep and smart sounding." you purred.

Shang rolled his eyes in disgust while his good counterpart accepted the information in stride.

"But now he's seeing his ex-girlfriend." you continued, "What if he leaves me for her? I've never been in anything long term but I don't want it to end so soon."

Light Shang was sympathetic, "I am confident Liu Kang's feelings for you haven't changed."

"It's not often for a person to find another that's fluent in yapping." your Shang supplied unhelpfully. Light Shang shot him a look of disapproval. Shang looked up and his glee returned, "I guess I spoke too soon."

You all looked up. Liu Kang was standing in front of you, his expression stern enough to match his mood.

"Comrades." he addressed both Shangs, and then his attention went solely on you. "My flower, may I speak with you?"

"Fine." you got up, walking with him to somewhere private, but you refused to touch him.

"You were speaking with Shang Tsung."

His eyes were angry looking, but two could play that game.

"I was. Weren't you speaking to Kitana?" you crossed your arms at him, "You seem close with her."

It was then Liu Kang realised where your mind was going, "That was eons ago."

"You didn't seem to be acting like it. It looks to me that eons have turned into a day." you fixed him a stern look of your own, "And Shang Tsung is my rival, there's nothing going on between us."

"Flower," he started, taking your hand, "There is nothing I'm starting with Kitana. We are simply allies now."

He was expression was soft, and the rosy parts of your heart went all gushy. "You really mean that?"

He started kissing your hand, and then his kisses went up your arm, to your shoulder and then your cheek. You giggled, and Liu Kang was pleased to have a positive response from you.

"I would never do this to Kitana."

This time his lips were on yours and you gave in. You were able to push him away before anything got serious, "Not here, Darling. We will need secure privacy."

He chuckled, "Of course, only I can see your delicate parts." he was possessive, which wasn't usual of him.

And then you realised something. "You were jealous of Shang Tsung." your heart skipped a beat, "Aww, darling." you grabbed his face, and he flushed as you delivered a bunch of kisses on it.

He has marks on his face now, but he didn't wipe them away. Not that he ever did unlike your ex boyfriends. That's another thing you loved about Liu Kang.

You hugged him eagerly, "There's nothing to be jealous of."

"I am very relieved to hear that." he admitted, returning the hug. He didn't let go.

"Are you two going to be having alone time all day?" Shang Tsung, asked. His hand was raised sass-ily in contempt.

"An hour should suffice." you answered.

Shang's face screwed up, "I'll pretend I didn't hear that and just tell everyone that you're both very busy."

He wasn't wrong. You both were about to be very busy.

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[backwoodssbby]

A/N: confession- pretty sure this was wrote the beginning of this year… like february/april. went through a lot. never forgot it though. revisited it a lot to read what i had. just never finished … here it is … nov. 22nd at 3am. removing the cobwebs and putting it for the world to see. hope you guys enjoy it. definitely not proofreading this, so excuse the errors.

ICU

Yahya Abdul Mateen II x Black Fem Reader

Warning: Smut! Unprotected Sex! Dinking (Recreational)! Swearing!

Summary: Yahya and you used to be together, until you both realized that you were better off as friends. You start dating again and none of the guys are really for you. a lonely night in your apartment makes you realize that Yahya might be one.

Inspo: ICU by Coco Jones

you come into your apartment and place your purse on the counter and take off your heels. you head to the kitchen and make yourself a very strong peach margarita on the rocks. after you make the drink, you trudge to your living room and sink deep into your couch, replaying the date in your head. he was an hour and thirty minutes late. he got loud with the waiter for getting his food wrong. the waiter was new and scared. so our waiter changed to a waitress and he starts flirting with her for the whole ass night. you groan and start face palming.

there’s no way you go out with yet another asshole. get it together y/n.

“alexa, play icu by coco jones.” you blow out, very upset with yourself.

she follows your command and the music plays.

you close your eyes. the cadence of coco’s beautifully crafted voice fills the room. you get up and look at the night sky and admire the stars. they looked so delicate in the sky. then, you were startled by a pair of hands wrap around your waist as you felt lips on the nape of your neck. you know who it was without turning around. it was him. but you don’t fully know if it’s him. you turn around to face this man and you were right.

yahya… the one that got away. you guys met through mutual friends who were trying to hook you guys up. a few weeks later, you two started dating. he was amazing. he called you every day to check on you, random flowers, occasional dates. sweetest guy ever. then, he got busy with work and you got busy with work, the two of you barely saw each other. slowly, texting each everyday went to no text for many many weeks. so you two decided with your busy schedules to just be friends.

as you two were facing each other, you don’t speak. just admire each other. you start to think how the hell you went this long without this man. his warm embrace and his touches were the best thing ever in this world. you two dance together to the song. your head resting easily on his chest his arms. you haven’t been this relaxed in a while.

as soon as the song goes off, yahya disappears. you open your eyes and realize you were only daydreaming about him in your lonely apartment. the condensation of the glass now soaking the couch. you shake it off by finishing the rest of your drink and heading to the bathroom to shower. you start playing your shower playlist and get inside. when you turn on the water, you let a sigh out and let the water rain down on your body and lean on the wall.

your thoughts travel to the first time you shower with yahya. you close your eyes again and he’s back in the shower with you. he hold you tightly and you reciprocate the same tight embrace. you look up at him and kisses his chest. he smiles at you and kisses your forehead. then somehow, you pinned against the shower getting dicked down by him. you’re grabbing onto to the shower curtain, screaming, because the pleasure is so unbelievably amazing. he just chokes you and plants his soft lips onto yours to quiet you down. you’re on the verge of coming. he goes deeper and hits your spot until you’re creaming all on his dick.

then… he’s gone again.

y/n … don’t do it. fight it. you don’t miss him. it’s just the alcohol and that horrible ass date.

you try to repeat it to yourself in the shower as you wash your body. you get out the shower, get dressed into this, and do your nighttime routine. when you get done, you go into your room and decide to write out the things you have to do tomorrow. trying to be productive and organize. afterwards, you scroll on instagram and the first post yahya. at a dinner party with your two mutual friend, leilani. they were cuddled up together… and not in a friendly way. your emotion start to show and you’re jealous. you sighs and lay in bed and try to go to sleep. but no matter what, you started feeling him cuffing him, making you miss him more than you think you actually think you do. you sit up in bed and look at the time. 1:30am. finally breaking and deciding you need to talk to him, you grab your phone and a cardigan to wear. heading to the living room, you grab your keys and glasses. you’re heading to the door and you open it and see yahya was about to knock on your door.

“uh… hey y/n.” he says, rubbing the back of his neck. “i know it’s late and all but i just really need to talk to you.” you touch his chest and tap him. just to see if he’s real. he chuckles, “are you okay?” you sigh out, “yeah.” you giggle, kind of embarrassed. “this night has been crazy.” you say. “come in. make yourself comfortable.” you say moving out of his way so he could come in.

he comes in and you two sit on the couch staring at each other. “so. how have you been?” he starts off. “i’ve been good. started back writing.” you say. “and yourself?” you add. “that’s good. i’m amazing. finishing up filming with leilani. it’s been really fun.” he smiles really hard. “that’s good.” you say, trying to cover your jealousy. you don’t think he catches on to it but he chuckles, “what’s up?” he asks and you give him a confused look. “what do you mean?” he shrugs a bit, “you just said it dryly like you’re jealous or something.”

you laugh it off but he was spot on. he could always tell your emotions. and you didn’t know if you hated it or loved it but now… you definitely hated it.

“anyways yahya. what are you here for?” you asks him, trying to avoid the question. he breaths in, “y/n … i miss you.” you look at him and you’re super speechless. “what do you mean?” you stumble out somehow. “look… i understand we didn’t have time for each other at one point of time. but i really like you. hell i love you. i can’t even get you out my head.” he says. “you love me? what about leilani?” you ask him and look down. “what about her?” he looks at you confused. “aren’t you two together?” he chuckles and it turns into a laugh. “no, we’re not. it’s just for the movie.” you look down kind of embarrassed. “oh okay.” you smile at him and giggle. “i miss you so much yahya. with everything that’s being going on… it showed me how much i miss you. how much i need you. us breaking up was a mistake. i love you too.” you say, as it feels like 100 bricks has been lifted off your shoulders.

you both admire each other again. eventually, you shy away and look down because you both have been staring too long at each other. he lifts your chin up and caresses your warm cheek with his thumb.

“don’t break contact.” he says, looking into your eyes, more like your soul.

you just nod your head and look at him. eventually, the two of your lips collide with each others. this feeling right here is what you missed. after the kiss, you two catch up with each other some more. with a bottle of wine and some music, the conversation starts to get a little sensual.

“yahya… when is the last time you had sex?” you ask him boldly out of nowhere. he laughs, “well uh, i haven’t had sex since we broke up.” he places his glass down and eyes you down. “did you give my pussy away to someone else?” you astounded at the way he reworded the question, “wow, uh way to throw me off guard.” you giggle. “nope, i didn’t give your pussy away.” he smiles at you, “good girl.” making you bite your bottom lip. “mm … let me put this wine up. it’s a little warm.” you say and head towards the kitchen.

you open the refrigerator and place the wine in there. you close it and before you can turn around you feel those muscular arms wrap around your waist. you smile. his hand begins to fumble with the trim of your romper and his finger starts brushing against your clit. you remove your body from the romper and turn around to face him. he licks his bottom lip, letting you know, it’s about to go down.

꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷ (resume spot)

the time was now 2:30am. the room was filled with skin clapping and moans and groans. you looked back at him. it’s crazy how you were just scared to make eye contact with him a few minutes ago, but now you’re looking back at him with the most sluttiest, lustful eyes. making him know, you want more and he gave your more. a little too much more. you grab his chest and slowly trailed down to his stomach to slow him down a bit. however, he just grabbed both your arms and pinned them to your back.

“fuck! yahya, please it’s too much!” you cry out as he smirks at you. “baby girl, i know you can take this dick.” he grunts out. you sigh and bury your face in the pillow and moan into it. he smacks your ass, “i want to hear you, y/n.” you jump up a bit and bury your face into the pillow again. he shakes his head, “well, you put this one on yourself.”

he pull you up from the pillow by your hair. your back is now on his stomach as he digs deeper inside your pussy. your moan resume filling up the room as you relax your head on his shoulder. he kisses your neck and pulls your waist closer to his, making sure you don’t run from this dick. you grip his muscular arms and dig your nails through them.

“oh! oh! fuck! baby, i’m about to cum.” you squeal out. “cum on this dick, baby. he kisses your neck as you clench tighter and tighter around his dick.

you wet his waist down with your orgasm. you fall back on the the bed and try to relax as he was still fucking you. it wasn’t as aggressive. your throbbing pussy was bringing yahya closer his nut as he hovers over you, planting wet kisses down your back and giving you slow deep strokes. a few seconds later, he pulls out and cums on your back.

“shit, i really needed that y/n.” he says as he smacks your well bruised hand printed ass. “lemme go get you a towel.”

he goes to your bathroom, runs some warm water on two rags, and comes back and cleans his mess off your back. you arch your ass up to stretch like a cat. yahya spreads them cheeks to clean your pussy up from the wet mess you have, but gets distracted by your glistening pussy. he smirk. you look at him.

“oh, no. you’re not eating my pussy again.” you say, but you wiggle your ass at him. he touches your clit and rubs it slowly with his thumb. “oouu, shit, baby. i just said no.” you saying, but both of you already knew you wanted him to eat it again.

he starts having a full blown make out session with your clit. you couldn’t do anything but hang your mouth low and push his head closer to your pussy. he grips your cheeks and spread farther apart from each other and licks up and down. you close your eyes and bite your lip.

“mhm, baby. just like that.” you nod your head and start grinding your lower half into his face.

he grabs your waist and pull you even more closer to him, burying his face in your pussy and starts shaking his head in between your cheeks, getting his nose wet in the process. you couldn’t understand how you just fed this man your pussy almost an hour ago and he’s still eating this motherfucker like he’s hungry. your clit starts to pulsate, meaning it was time to cum again. you sigh as you cum in his mouth this time. you flip on your back and watch as he gets the semi-cold rag. he barely puts it on you, yet you still jump up.

“too cold. too cold.” you hiss out and he laughs. “you want me to just lick the mess up?” he jokingly says. “yeah.” you say laughing.

you didn’t think he would take it serious since you laugh, but he did. you let out a moan and he chuckles and comes up to your face and kisses you sloppily while let you taste yourself on his lips and in his saliva.

“see how good you taste, mamas?” he says after the kiss. “yes.” you smile, giggling at him. you two cuddle for the rest of night and watch the sunrise in the morning and making up for the time lost. then eventually, you both go to sleep.

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[crackl0verboy]

THIS IS SO JAYLEX CORE OMFG GOING CRAZY. headcanoning they definitely dated or had some kind of situationship but Alex just couldn’t see the romance in it 😭 but when/if he did, it was too late by then

[exloverslover]

Car Seat Headrest/Beach Life-In-Death. Michael Armitage, Kampala Suburb, 2014. Car Seat Headrest/Nervous Young Inhumans. Daniel Johnston/Sweetheart. Claire Tabouret, Clinging, 2019. Car Seat Headrest/My Boy (Twin Fantasy). Doron Langberg, Embrace, 2014. Jeremiah Downing, The Merge, 2024. 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968). Car Seat Headrest/Twin Fantasy (Those Boys). Black Dresses/IN MY MOUTH. Jeremiah Downing, The Lovers, 2024. Car Seat Headrest/I Wanna Sweat. Car Seat Headrest/When Will My Man Come? Daniel Johnston/Nervous Love. Andrew Salgado, LOVERS IN A DANGEROUS TIME, 2022. Car Seat Headrest/Beach Life-In-Death. Car Seat Headrest/Love Me Too Much. Car Seat Headrest/Sober to Death. Andrew Salgado, Neon Lovers , 2020. Car Seat Headrest/Bodys. Car Seat Headrest/Beach Life-In-Death. Car Seat Headrest/Nervous Young Inhumans. Car Seat Headrest/Nervous Young Inhumans. Doron Langberg, On All Fours #3, 2013. Car Seat Headrest/Sober to Death. Car Seat Headrest/The Gun Song. Tv Girl/Heaven Is a Bedroom. Car Seat Headrest/Some Strange Angel. Will Toledo, Twin Fantasy, 2011.

@nervetowerr <3

[justaweasel]

Thinking about broken up DiaLuci

As in, they used to date and are now broken up, which is angsty within itself, but imagine the aftermath?

It's been a few years, both men still think about each other but don't let it impede their work in any way

Diavolo is in the council room, trying to get stuff done while Lucifer enters, stack of papers in hand

"This is for you." Diavolo looks up and thanks Lucifer, but his eyes catch the way the other demon moves. Sluggish. And.. are those bags under his eyes?

"Have you been overworking yourself again? Come on, Lucifer.. do I need to lessen your workload for a few days? You could use the break, I'm sure. Go home and get some rest, okay?"

Those words confuse Lucifer. How could Diavolo possibly care for him still? How can he still notice.. or care to notice his appearance? He looks at the man in disbelief and upon looking into those eyes.. the dam breaks.

"How could you possibly say those words? How could you care for me, still? I broke your heart. You shouldn't.. you shouldn't be worried for me. Not after what I did."

Diavolo looks taken aback. Lucifer thinks that maybe he went too far out of line. Diavolo stands and Lucifer braces himself for the barrage of anger and emotion that might escape his lord's mouth.

After a few seconds, nothing happens. Lucifer looks back, blood meeting honey. Those eyes. They still shine with the same love, with the same tender gaze that had been directed to him years ago. Diavolo simply smiles, that same damn smile that made Lucifer fall in love.

"Just because you hurt me, doesn't mean I'd hurt you back. Despite my own feelings, I know yours came from a place of pain too. Even if our relationship ended unpleasantly, that doesn't stop me from remembering the good times. Where I held you in my embrace, where you comforted me, where you were there when I needed you.. So, now, I'm going to be there for you. Even if we're broken up. Even if you hate me. Because I'd never hate you."

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk

[forgetminot]

Hey! Hope you are doing okay 🩷

I have a little request (if you feel comfortable, of course). I would love for you to write about Arthur Morgan x F!reader (Or GN), both are former lovers and they are reminiscing their time together. You can make it romantic, anyway you want. 🩷

Distant Memory

✿ Arthur Morgan x F!reader ✿

Warnings : TB Arthur (based in chapter 4 after he has been diagnosed- iM sOrRy) angst, fluff, past relationship, use of y/n.

Authors Note : I took the 'anyway you want' and rolled with it. I loved writing this thank you for the request queen 💙💙

Summary : You run into a familiar face and spend some time catching up and reminiscing.

You didn't expect him to look so... fragile- he wasn't well and you could see just from a quick glance in his direction. You turn around suddenly, retracing your steps as you follow behind the man and place your hand gently on his shoulder.

"Arthur?" He turns, slightly startled as you call out his name; you take in his appearance, his face was sunken and his complexion sallow. "It is you-"

"Y/n?" He speaks your name so softly you hardly hear him say it. "What are you doin' here?" He questions, motioning his hand to the busy streets of Saint Denis.

"Just visiting, it's nice to get away from the country now and then." You smile gently. "It's good to see you." You whisper.

"It-" He brings his hand to his mouth, coughing harshly. "-It's nice to see you." He responds as he wipes his hand against his shirt.

"You don't look well, Arthur..." You frown, taking his arm and stepping to the side of the street to stay clear of the bustling road. "How are you, how's the gang?" You ask. You knew little of the gang, only hearing stories from Arthur and seeing pictures of their faces littered on wanted posters.

"The gang-" he chuckles. "The gang has seen better days and, well, so have I." He sighs, leaning on his right side against the brick wall.

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Don't be, was going to happen sooner or later." He replies bluntly.

"What happened?" You ask.

"How much time you got?" He asks back.

"I'm not going anywhere." You smile faintly. "Would you like to go somewhere more quiet? It would be nice to catch up after all these years." You suggest.

"Uh, yeah, we can do that." He nods. "Do you have a horse?" He questions as he whistles loudly, watching as his horse trots towards you both.

"I took the train here." You respond.

He lifts himself onto his steed and holds out his hand for you, which you gladly take; he pulls you up and you sit behind him, placing your hands carefully on either side of his waist. He tells you to hold on tight as you both make your way out of the city, dodging people and wagons as you go. You ride in silence for a while and you watch as the landscape changes from thick, murky swamps to the vivid greens of the plains.

"This should do." Arthur says as he pulls tightly on the reins, bringing the horse to a complete stop. He gets down from the horse first and offers his hand once again for you to take.

"Thank you." You smile kindly as your feet touch the ground.

"Course, no problem." He nods and heads towards a small lake, sitting on the ground a few feet from it; you follow after him and sit beside him, grateful that the grass is dry and not caked in mud. "How's your family?"

"Oh- My mother passed not too long ago." You sigh. "She was sick, went in her sleep."

"I'm sorry to hear that, she was always a nice woman."

"She still was, until the end." You smile faintly. "My Pa is well, still strong after everything." You laugh. "I know the both of you never saw eye to eye."

"He never liked the whole outlaw thing." Arthur grins.

"So, what happened?" You ask, referencing back to the gang.

"What hasn't happened?" He scoffs. "Job back in Blackwater went bad, real bad- Dutch shot some innocent girl and he ain't been right since." He sighs. "Then we lost Sean, always thought I'd celebrate the day that annoying boy left." He chuckles lightly. "He was like a brother to me..."

"I'm sorry to hear that." You respond kindly.

"Lost Hosea and Lenny not too soon after that, bank job in Saint Denis went horribly wrong."

"So, that's what all the wanted posters are about." You acknowledge. "Hosea- you used to mention him all the time."

"He was a better father than my real one ever was." He hums. "Always told me I was an idiot for not running off with you."

You giggle. "I can't imagine how that would have turned out."

"Would have been nice." He replies suddenly, surprised by his own response.

"I think you're right." You beam.

"You do?" He questions, coughing lightly.

"You were always good to me, Arthur. Always looked out for me, made me feel safe." You smile sadly. "Maybe in another life, we would have made it work..."

"If i didn't have people to look after I-"

"I know." You cut him off. "You were always so loyal, it's one thing I loved about you."

"Wasn't loyal enough to you." He sighs.

"I always knew that the gang came first, even if you didn't want to say it out loud." You place your hand over his. "They're family."

"You could have been family too." He mumbles, taking his hand from yours as he coughs roughly into it.

You frown, moving your hand to his back. "You're sick, ain't you?" You say, already knowing the answer.

"I'm dyin'" He laughs coldly. "Got tuberculosis, beating a guy for a few bucks."

"Oh, Arthur..." You rub your hand up his back slowly. "I- don't know what to say- I'm sorry." You sniff sadly.

"Dont be, I deserve every last second of it." He states bluntly.

"Don't say that!" You scold.

"I ain't the same man you fell in love with." He responds.

"Even so, no one deserves this."

"I'm a killer, Y/n." He laughs, standing up. "I hurt people, I steal from 'em too."

"There's always some good in people, Arthur. You always did good." You express, standing up to meet his eyes.

"The person you knew, he's just a distant memory." He admits.

"I don't believe that." You step closer, taking both his hands in yours. "I don't think that part of you would just disappear, Arthur."

"You don't know me no more." He shakes his head.

"I do, because the person you are talking about wouldn't have spared me a second glance: wouldn't have helped me up onto his horse and sat next to me by the lake." You grip his hands tighter. "Maybe, if you really think you have changed- you should use the time you have left to be good."

"I- I'm tryin' to help people." He sighs.

"You are a good man, Arthur Morgan." You smile softly. "And I don't think you are too different from the man I never stopped loving." You place your hand against his cheek gently.

"Wish I never left." He whispers, placing his hand on top of your small one.

"We can't change the past." You frown.

"I'll do better." He insists.

You nod, leaning up and placing a quick kiss to his cheek. "I know."