#the other day i laid in bed crying abt her

[aviinnit]

every once in a while I see this official art and absolutely bawl my eyes out because look at her

shes a literal ray of sunshine

she deserved better I cannot stress it enough- literally gonna take a bath w a toaster because

HER SMILE BRO HER SMIELELEKDNSDN

💔💔

[shurisasthmaticgf]

oh baby he down bad: charles leclerc x black fem! reader

summary: three times when you realized you truly did have your boyfriend wrapped around your finger

warnings: crying, period mention, swearing

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author's note: this is the first charles fic i've written so please be kind...i hope you all enjoy it. i'm sick with covid and i was loopy on meds when i wrote this so i hope it makes sense 💀 comments and other feedback are welcome and appreciated!

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you laid in your bed curled into fetal position with your phone mere inches from your forehead. the room was dark but light enough to see half of your face as your eyes welled with tears. you rambled, "a few weeks ago when i was visiting new york i bought a bunch of takis and nerds clusters because they don't sell them over here in monaco and i went to go get a bag of both and i didn't know i ran out! i'm so upset i don't even want to settle for anything else." you wailed loudly, mixing in a few laughs at how ridiculous you probably looked but you had no shame as you hit post.

the entire day had been going pretty shit from the moment when you woke up and bled through your favorite pajamas to nearly passing out when you wanted to have a relaxing hot shower to make you feel better. now you were just laying in bed clinging to your body pillow that had lingering notes of your boyfriend's cologne. it was early in the night but your entire body felt like it was hit by a bus and you were one tylenol away from needing a stomach flush yet it didn't actually feel like it was helping. to make things worse, all you wanted was your boyfriend but he was supposed to be going out right after he got off of work.

you laid stiff in your bed in an obscure position because you found that was the only one that didn't make you feel worse. the door to your bedroom opened and your boyfriend entered wearing pajama pants and no shirt. you squinted through the dim light and mumbled, "babe? thought you were going out tonight? you had that thing." charles placed two bags of your favorite snacks onto your nightstand and responded, "i was but i found out through twitter that my girlfriend was crying at home." you turned your face away from him out of embarrassment because you were literally crying over chips and candy. he turned your chin back to him, "why didn't you call me, mon cœur?" you shrugged and reached for the bag of candy, "it wasn't that serious." he pulled you closer to him and you shifted positions so your head was against his chest. charles pressed a kiss to your forehead, "anything that bothers you is serious to me, darling. but, i am here and you have your snacks so we can watch your movie like we always do, yes?" you nodded and turned on Princess and The Frog which was one of your comfort movies since childhood.

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logansargeant i still have like 3 bags of hot cheetos and those nerds things for you from when you asked me to grab you some when i had a layover in new york

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you cut through one of the alleyways out of street view once you noticed someone had been recording you as you walked through the streets of monaco. most of the time you managed to sneak through the city without being spotted but today you had to make a trip to the mall where a handful of people recognized you immediately. as someone who was never in the public eye and lived as a "regular" person you were still getting used to people recognizing you and following you around. time and time again you'd gone viral for your fan responses when they asked for pictures or autographs, usually a laugh and "why, i'm not the famous one?" you were genuine with your interactions and were known for helping fans get autographs or deliver fan letters to charles at grand prix weekends. although you enjoyed this aspect of his fanbase, sometimes it was too much and you just wanted to live in peace like you used to. so you'd learned every back road and sidewalk to your shared apartment for quick escapes.

the alleyway was quiet and away from the few people that were walking and talking beside you. just as you were to round a corner you heard a soft meow. stopping dead in your tracks you looked around confused to where the sound was coming from. there was silence then another meow, and another, and another until you realized a small orange cat a few meters away was the culprit. the tiny kitten was shaking and wet in some fluid you only hoped was water, but by the smell it was definitely sewage, pipe, or garbage juice. you wrinkled your nose and held the helpless fur ball in your palm, "shit...what the fuck do i do?" the kitten nibbled on your thumb and you stretched your finger away, "don't do that i don't want rabes or whatever cats can carry." you looked over your shoulder and sighed, "well i guess i have a cat now... let's go."

once back in your apartment you put the small kitten in your bathroom tub on an old rag. the small animal meowed and mewed the entire time you rinsed it off with the only soap you had that was safe according to google. instead of drying it's fur with your blowdryer you just towel dried it which he continued meowing. you'd never had a cat and didn't know what it meant when kittens meowed so you just started rambling, "well that's so interesting you feel that way because i literally said the same thing too! like i don't even know why that would make sense because when you really think about it they always want you to think that but in reality the truth is the complete opposite of what they want you to believe." the orange kitten looked at you with its head turned to the side and you sighed, "i don't know what you want from me man i just met you." the cat meowed louder and you mumbled, "that was definitely a cuss word but i'll let it slide."

an hour later you had given the kitten a small amount of some canned tuna and it fell asleep curled into your neck against the towel you kept it wrapped in.

charles entered your apartment with his eyes on his phone as he called out, "i'm home- oh." he usually expected you to be in your room so when you were out in the main room on the sofa he was startled. you sipped from the smoothie you'd gotten from the fridge and looked up from the book you were reading, "hi baby." charles stared at the kitten on your chest then back at you, "hi beautiful." he waited for you to say anything about the new addition and when you didn't he prompted, "what do you have there?" you looked at your hand and held up the cup, "a smoothie." you took a long sip and the straw crackled loudly, "oh yeah i figured out how to make that one hailey bieber has at that overpriced place in LA. it's actually really good i see why people lost their shit over it."

your boyfriend nodded slowly and pointed to the kitten on you, "my love, please tell me why is there a cat on you." for a minute you looked at him as if he was making it up but then you realized you never got around to actually texting him what happened. he waited for you to explain because the story had to be good if you, notorious anti-pet owner, came home with a cat and let it sleep on you.

you told him while looking at the kitten, "yeah, you're a daddy now." charles replied with too much ease, "i know that you call me that but that cat does not." you looked up with an exasperated glare, "can you be serious for one minute please." charles chuckled and apologized, "okay okay you go, tell me why i am now both of your daddys." you raised your hand to throw one of the clean rags you hadn't used at him which he shielded his face from, "okay i'm sorry go ahead." as you retold the entire thing charles just stood there with a fond smile, finding the whole ordeal quite amusing. at the end of your story he reached for the kitten and pulled back his hand, "why is it slippery?" you answered, "i put coconut oil on it so it didn't get ashy." charles started laughing once more and you smacked his shoulder lightly, "hey i never had a pet besides a fish okay! i'm trying my best here." charles pulled you into a hug and pressed a kiss to your lips, "and you're going to be a great cat mom too, you've already done a good thing."

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username1 WE THOUGHT IT WAS JUST CHISME LMAO WHY WOULD YOU NAME HIM ALL THAT-

whoisyn chisme bc if you pretend to gossip he'll immediately listen and start spilling tea too. octavius because charles said it sounded regal, and notorious C.A.T. for the culture.

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the video had circulated on twitter only a few hours after it dropped and you'd noticed your name trending on the internet. after making the mistake of checking why you were trending once, you'd never really paid much attention to it again. the first time many people were shaming you for dating your boyfriend and making jabs at your physical appearance. rather quickly you realized it would be better to just keep up with silly memes your friends sent to you opposed to stalking every corner of the internet to see what people were saying about you.

this specific instance was charles in an interview and he'd mentioned you briefly while playing a game of this or that:

"do you prefer a weekend getaway to the coast for a snorkeling trip or the mountains for a skiing adventure?" the interviewer quizzed charles on his current vacation preferences. the driver asked, "is this by myself or with people?" the interviewer answered with a small smirk, "you and one other person- can be anyone, best friend, sibling, girlfriend, mom, etc." charles let out a laugh and knew what the interviewer was getting at and chose to went along with it for fan service. he thought for a moment then answered, "i think the snorkeling trip, my girlfriend likes this kind of thing with the fish, sea animals, and the diving in the water. that and she is better of a skier and snowboarder than me so..." out of the frame the interviewer laughed and joked, "a little mermaid moment, i love it."

you looked at the video and laughed when you noticed the small hello kitty band aid on his hand. earlier that week he'd gone with you out to the sea and you'd found a small cove to swim around in. somewhere along the way back charles had cut his hand on a rock and you'd put a little band aid on it from the only stash you had, and he had no complaints over the pink cartoon design. he found it cute and whenever he looked at it he was reminded of you.

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[sammyluvr]

if it’s a quiet day at the bunker sam is so so clingy, liek he’ll be out on a morning run and when he gets back ur cooking for him and he comes in once he’s showered and wraps his arms around your waist and caresses you all the way down to your love handles (i have a whole headcanon abt sam and love handles) and he’d kiss all the way up the side of your face and neck and slap your ass. after if you’re having quiet time in the library he’d come and talk to you and stare at you like a lovesick puppy and just lay in front of you waiting for ur attention, if you’re wearing a low-cut shirt he’d kiss ur sternum, i feel like he likes kissing from ur sternum and all the way down your body. then you guys would cuddle and have heart-to-hearts and deep conversations discussing everything and nothing (deep convos and heart to hearts r deffo a big thing in the relationship) and he talks to you in a rlly deep and velvety voice as you’re laid on top of him and his hands run over your ass and hips. then when you guys have showered he’d cuddle in bed and i feel like he’d definitely squeeze ur boobs and make a “honk honk” kinda sound bc he’s silly like that and yeah i think he js does it for laughs tbf. anyways then he’s like “wanna… you know😏😉” and then before you guys get to the foreplay you mention something and he mentions something and you guys just end up talking abt some random nerdy and weird thing one or the other saw and end the night by starting a tv show the two of you said u were gonna start like 3 years ago when you guys first got together

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TOUCHY CLINGY SAM MY BELOVED AHHHH !!!! he's not always like this... but when is... AWOOGA I NEED HIM SO BADLYYY crying he's so so soft and so loving and genuinely back hugs with sam is one of my favorite things to think about in the whole world, giving or receiving!!! he really really loves them a lot, especially in a context like this, they just feel so domestic and lovely <333

huge agree i think he lovesss love handles so very much he's genuinely oh so very obsessed !!!!! and i loveee the thought of him always kissing your sternum too that's so lovely <33 i think he loves that area a lot, he also really adores kissing your collarbone area!!! ugh so so good, truly <33

no because what you said about him giving the puppy dogs for your attention while you're sitting in the library... this reminds me or a story that jensen told about jared and gen LOL i think he was talking about one of the times he realized that jared liked gen before they started dating where gen was sitting in her cast chair reading a book and jared went and literally SAT AT HER FEET AND LOOKED UP AT HER AND ASKED HER ABOUT HER BOOK LIKE T_T i love them so much, and sam would totally totally do that kind of thing :,)

another huge huge agree that deep convos and that sorta thing is really important in your relationship; i think sam values that a ton a ton!! as he gets sleepier and comfier he gets touchier and touchier like ugh i'm melting into the floorboards rn. and one of his fave cuddle positions is definitely one of you laying on the other <3

almost having sex with sam and then derailing because one of you thought of something else and went on a long tangent about it is SO TRUE AND CUTE AND ADORABLE TO MEEE AHHHHH

that last thought makes me so :((( even just starting the little goals and going through with the smallest of things with him makes me so emotional for some reason. like maybe the world is falling apart around you, but you're trying and you're doing it together <333

[loveaffaire]

happy 1k lovie!!!

maybe a slightly angsty blurb abt pete forgetting y/n’s bday? like he just got too caught up with spider-man biz

love you ❤️

What’s The Date Today?

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: angst & fluff

Word count: I tried to wrap it up but it still ended up at 800 words:/

A/N: honestly I would simply forgive Peter for forgetting my bday, I’m so whipped and also because I just KNOW that he would feel so guilty when that’ll happen :( anyway enjoy <3

🤍JOIN MY SLEEPOVER🤍

You waited for him to wish you when you laid in bed together last night and the clock struck at 12 and when he woke up the next day and strolled in the kitchen but the only thing he did was remind you about calling your mother today because you somehow always forget to call her every Friday.

After a long day of online college classes, both for him and you, Peter had left for his Spider-Man duties at around 5:30. Thankfully, New York was running low on crime and that’s why, he only went out to take a check and be back home in an hour or so.

So you sat on the bed and waited for him as you heard a light knock on the bedroom window, the red and black of his suit visible as he peaked in, he swiftly opened the window and let himself inside. He flashed you a tired but toothy smile and your heart melted for a second.

“How many times have I told you to lock this window when I’m not home” he said, resting his back against the glass of the window.

“We live on the 11th floor” you said, walking up to where he was resting, you bent down to plant a quick kiss on his mouth and he only pulled you closer.

“Criminals don’t have a fear of heights” he sighed and rested his head on your shoulder, “I’m so tired”

“Hm”

“Is something wrong?” He looked up at you, his thumb gently brushed your bottom lip.

“Uh no, I’m okay” you whispered.

He doesn’t remember, he forgot my birthday, does he even love me anymore? Okay that’s being a little dramatic, Y/N, just stop it—

“Can we have pasta for dinner tonight? Really want to have that uh Alfredo Pasta you made last week”

He got out of his spandex, ruffled his hair and walked into the bathroom as you heard your heart shatter in your chest.

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you walked to the kitchen, planning to put extra salt in his pasta but quickly cancelled the thought, you weren’t that cruel.

Peter came into the kitchen after a while, hair wet from his shower, “did you call your mom today?”

That question really broke you open, he can remember reminding you to call your mother but he can’t remember your birthday?

“Yes, yes I did Peter” you snapped, aggressively stirring the white sauce in the pan.

“Woah okay I just asked about your mother, sorry” he raised his eyebrows in a questioning manner but you just ignored him.

“What’s wrong with you?” He asked, walking over to you but you shifted away.

“What’s wrong with me?” You squinted your eyes at him, now welled up with tears.

At this, Peter’s eyes widened for a second, his hands raised up to grab your arm but you had other plans on your mind.

“Please Peter—“

“Y/N, is something wrong? Baby—”

“What’s the date today?” You snapped once again, cheeks heating up in anger.

“It’s uh I don’t know, I don’t remember dates anymore, what is it—”

“So now you can’t even remember your girlfriend’s birthday!?” You asked, teeth biting your lower lip, keeping you from bursting out crying on the kitchen floor.

Peter halted in his step, mouth opening and closing like a fish, it took a minute for him to process what you’ve just said to him.

“No no, oh my god, Y/N, i'm so sorry I forgot—”

“It’s okay, Peter” you looked away from him, “it’s like 8pm, it’s not even my day anymore”

“Listen, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, I’ve been so busy but that’s no excuse for forgetting your birthday, please let me make it up to you” he pleaded, hands grabbing on your waist to get you to look at him.

“No—”

“Look here, I’m sorry, baby” he pulled you away from the stove, “please, just look at me, I’m—”

His voice choked up which made you look up at him, his eyes red with tears as he held back from breaking down. Peter was a good boyfriend, he was definitely the best thing that has ever happened to you so forgetting your birthday hit him close and it hurt you to see him feeling so guilty.

“Peter” you whispered, hands grabbing his face as you gently kissed him, all the anger vanishing.

His cheeks were wet with tears by the time you pulled away, brows frowning as he looked in your eyes.

“I’m gonna make you a cake” he whispered, his eyes scanning your face as he sniffed.

You couldn’t help but giggle at his words, “Pete, it’s okay, it’s 8pm and you don’t know how to bake. We can just have this pasta and—”

“No, let me make it up to you” he hushed you, wiping his eyes with his sleeve, “I’ll search a recipe and I’ll make you a cake”

He picked up an apron to tie around his waist but you spoke up, “we don’t have any cocoa powder”

“Damn” he exhaled, “okay I’ll run to the store and I’ll grab some things”

“Peter—”

“I’ll make you the best goddamn cake you’ve ever had, baby”

You giggled, looking at him in awe, he rushed to the door, swinging it open and walking out, probably to make you the best goddamn cake you’ve ever had.

This mf probably burned that cake.

Hope you liked this <33

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒕

Hiii I don't know if you take request but can i request like a chris evans x reader like the reader and chris are married and chris is having a bad day or something so chris go out to the pub and go home drunk and its been going for 3 days and the reader and chris has a 6year old and the reader have been doing all the work and taking care of they're daughter and they're daughter miss chris bc chris is never home and just go home until 12 or 2 in the morning or if chris is home he never play with her daughter and they're daughter is sad abt it bc they're daughter though chris doesn't love her anymore and chris miss her play in school even though chris promise so that day when chris miss her daughter's play the reader confront chris abt it and chris said he doesn't care abt his daughter and he said he didn't know why he married the reader bc she's clingy but chris didn't know that they're daughter heard what chris said abt her and chris didn't know also that the reader is 6-7 weeks pregnant and the reader and chris heard they're daughter sob and that moment chris realize it all his mistakes? and apologize to them idk if this make sense and im sorry if this is so longg, thank you in advance stay safe! <3

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒅𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒌 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔, 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔, 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒍

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒅𝒂𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔

𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕

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"What did you say?" You stood in front of Chris, your heart breaking in your chest. The both of you were in the middle of a fight and chris side something you never thought he would ever think about saying.

It all started a few weeks ago. Chris has been away, going straight to the bar right after working. He didn't come back home till 12am leaving your 6 year old wondering if she was loved by him.

Two weeks prior

You heard the front door open as you laid in bed. Sighing, you looked over at the clock seeing that it was almost one am. This was the third time this week.

You sat up as you heard Chris footsteps approaching. The door swung open revealing Chris. "Where have you been?" You questioned. Chris approached the bed, he didn't even glance at you. The smell of alcohol filled the air telling you where he was all day.

"out." Chris began to pull off his Jacket. You rolled your eyes, "out... Where? You smell like alcohol, have you been at the bar?"

Chris rolled his eyes, "y/n, get off my back. Every day I come back you question me." He threw his coat to the floor before he walked out of the room. You don't know where he was going nor did you care at this point. He was being a huge dick right now and you hope he snaps out of it.

*

The next morning you woke to your alarm clock. You pressed snooze, shutting off the annoying sound. You let out a stretch as you turned around. Chris wasn't on his side of the bed, the blanket were pulled back, a empty cold space was there. You sighed as you kicked the covers off your body. You weren't even going to think about Chris, all you were worried about was your daughter isabella, and getting her ready for school.

The door slightly creaked as you pushed it open. You saw isabella sleeping soundly in her bed, her princess blankets covering her so well.

You walked straight to the window, opening the curtains before shaking isabella awake. "Time to get up honey."

Isabella stirred, she peered at you before a smile creeped on her face. She's been doing that ever since she was a little peanut, smiling every time she saw you and Chris. It was so sweet and it made you very happy.

"hi mommy. She pushed the blanket back letting out a big stretch. "Good morning bug. You ready to get ready for school?"

Isabella nodded, "yeah."

"okay, then let's go."

*

Isabella sat at the table eating her cereal. You were preparing her lunch for her when she asked you a question. "Mommy, why is daddy never home?"

You looked up at her; you weren't sure what to say. "Umm.. he has a lot of work to do and he has to be away so yeah, that's why he's never home." Isabella nodded, "okay, I'm done with my cereal." She Hopped out of her chair and walked over to you. "Okay, I got your lunch for you, you get your backpack and let's go."

Isabella grabbed her backpack off of the couch before you both were on your way to her school.

*

After dropping isabella off, you were on your way. You had an doctors appointment due to feeling Nauseous and throwing up everything you ate.

You pulled into the parking lot, parking your car in an open space. You shut off the car before you got out and made your way In. It wasn't packed which was nice.

You filled out the information you needed to before you turned it back in and waited.

It was a 15 minute wait before your name was called. You walked back with the doctor who also found out you were having isabella.

"How have you been?" She asked walking into the room after you. "I've been great." She mumbled a nice before logging into her computer. "How has isabella been? She is 6 now right?"

You nodded as you smiled. "Yes, a happy, energetic 6 year old." The doctor laughed, "that's amazing. Okay I'm going to get an ultrasound because you may be pregnant from the symptoms you've told me. So I'm going to need you to lay down and lift your shirt."

You mumbled an ok doing what she said. In that moment you grew nervous.

She placed cold gel on your stomach before placing the wand on it. It took some time before she found the baby on the monitor.

"you are pregnant Mrs Evans." She said turning to you. You clasped your hands over your mouth as you eyes filled with tears. "Oh my gosh." You sniffed "I can't believe it."

Your doctor wiped the gel off and congratulated you. You thanked her. She gave you some information for a healthy pregnancy before she let you go your own way. You got in your car and shed some tears. You were extremely happy.

*

Later that day you picked up isabella. As you stood outside waiting for her you couldn't help but think about isabella having a little brother or sister.

"mommy!"

You snapped out of your daze as you saw isabella running towards you. "Hi honey." You said as you kneeled down to her height. She wrapped her arms around you giving you a big hug. "Did you have a good day?"

Isabella pulled away, "yeah! I going to be in a play." She pulled away and handed you the paper that was in her hand. "The wizard of oz. Honey I'm so proud of you." You stood up and took her hand led her back to the car.

"I can't wait to tell daddy." Isabella said. Your stomach did a little flip. You forgot about Chris. "Yeah, how about I call him and you tell him?"

Isabella nodded, "okay." You got her in the car before you did. You pulled your phone out a dialed chris' number. It rung a few times before Chris picked.

"hi." Chris said. He didn't smile like he used to you noticed. You ignored that, "um isabella has something to tell you." You passed the phone back to isabella.

"hi daddy!" Isabella smiled at Chris through the phone. Chris laughed, "hi bub, what do you have to tell me?"

"I got to tell you I'm going to be in a play."

Chris gasped, "that's amazing baby." Isabella laughed agreeing. "Are you going to be there?"

There was a brief silence before Chris spoke. "Yeah, of course. I promise."

Present day

Your legs bounced as you looked around the crowd room. It was the day of isabella's play. You were waiting for Chris who said he would be there. The play was about to start but he was nowhere to be seen.

"you sighed softly as you looked down at your phone. You kept texting him but there was no response. Your frustration was growing. If he misses this it would be the worse thing ever.

You sat back in your seat trying to relax. Even if he didn't come, you were there for isabella.

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Chris didn't come and they play soon started. You watched as she did her acting. She was amazing, a little star in the making.

When it was over you went backstage to pick her up. "Mommy did I do a good job?" She asked you. "You did an amazing job." Isabella smiled. "Thanks... Where's day?" She asked looking around. You felt your heart sink in your chest, you didn't want to hurt her feeling but you had to tell her.

"hes not her baby. I'm sorry." Isabella eyes started to fill with tears, "why?" You pulled her into a hug. "I don't know honey but the only thing that matters is that you did an amazing job and I'm very proud of you okay?"

You pulled away and wiped her stray tear away. "Okay." You stood up, "um let's go. We going to go to a restaurant since you did so good." Isabella laughed, "yay."

-

You and isabella had a nice dinner, just the two of you. Even though she was very smiley, you can see the pain in her eyes. You felt guilty even though it wasn't even your fault. You were getting sick of Chris not being there, it was time to confront him.

After putting isabella to bed, you waited for him. Just like other nights he came home around 12am. As you heard the door open you walked to the foyer, your arms crossed over your chest, and a frown on your face.

Chris shut the door before turning around. When he saw you he sighed.

"are you fucking kidding me?" You said. Chris looked at you, "what?"

You scoffed, "you missed isabella's play. You promised you would be there and you fucking broke it."

"oh y/n, fuck off with your bullshit. I wish I never fucking married you. And you know what forget isabella, I don't care about her stupid play. You both have been down my throat for weeks, I wish I didn't know you two."

You breath was caught in your throat as he said those things. "What did you say?" You looked at him, your blood boiling and your heart was breaking.

Chris was about to speak again but you were interrupted by a cry. You looked up the stairs seeing isabella. She was crying, she heard everything. She ran back to her room leaving you and Chris. You could stop the tears forming in your eyes.

You turned back to Chris. "Fuck you, you're disgusting." You ran up the stairs going to get isabella. You weren't going to spend the night here, you just couldn't. You took isabella with you to a hotel leaving Chris in your house.

As hours went on and Chris sobered up his words ate at him. He sat on the kitchen floor crying to himself. "What the fuck have I just done?"

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I'm going to make it two parts. I'll get to writing the next. Sorry it's kinda harsh

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[oldb1og]

What abt HCs of tex and tinker with a child? They seemed so sweet to babi what do you think they would be like with one of their own ? And alfredo too?

(I wasn't sure if you wanted it to be like what it’d be like to co-parent with them or just what they’d be general so I just went with just general)

sawyers as parents-

tinker sawyer-

Being the oldest, tinker has had his fair share of helping out with children so he’s definitely the most parent-y parent out of the other two

He’s able to be strict without feeling bad, though he may seem harsh sometimes it’s what he says as fair

Like junior let someone get away (which not only lost a part of dinner, it put the whole family at risk since they could’ve gotten the police) so he ruined his walkman.

Now I feel like he’d be more forgiving towards an actual child(especially his child) and be more like ‘accidents happen’ if it was something they didn't do on purpose. The only reason he wasn’t more forgiving towards junior, is because junior is well- his brother and siblings tend to be harsh like that sometimes

I don't think tinker would have a preference toward what he “wants”, he’d be fine with a boy or girl.

Teaches his kid all the stuff he knows about machines, cars, and whatnot

The kind of dad to explain in detail why PPE is so important, why you need to let cars cool before checking most of the fluids, and how dangerous batteries are just to turn around and do the opposite of what he just said.

'do what I say, not as I do'

alfredo sawyer-

I love alfredo but he’d be a mess of a parent like he’s barely keeping himself alive but he’ll still try his best! (mostly because mama, tinker, and tex are breathing down his neck like ‘alfredo, they need to bath nightly, they can’t be crusty like you’)

Alfredo would probably want a boy since he’d view it as ‘easier’ which he’d learn isn't the case since raising a child isn't easy no matter what

Probably gets confused on what to do when they start crying and hands them over to mama in defeat

But his lowkey neglective-ness aside, he probably deep downs want to be a good parent, which adds in him trying to distance himself from his kid and putting it off onto mama, tinker, and tex at first

He’s secretly so scared of messing up it seemed easier to just not have anything to do with it

Like I've said before alfredo is the middle child and didn't get a whole lot of attention growing up which plays a huge role in his fear of messing up. He loves mama but there’s also a bitter part of him that will never forgive her for paying more attention to junior, tex, and tinker and he’s terrified his kid will hold the same bitterness if he messes up

(I’m getting a bit carried away with him but I love this so here's a little scenario of how it’d click that he needed to be more of a parent to his kid)

Alfredo laid on his bed staring up at the ceiling, the Texan night air flowing into his window making the old curtains dance around in the dark. No matter what he did he could get to sleep, something in his gut felt off making it hard to even close his eyes for more than a few minutes. Sitting up with an annoyed huff he picked up the clock off his nightstand -3:23- Maybe he should start his day now? What’d be the point of sleeping if he’d have to get back up in less than 2 hours? Setting the clock back down, he flopped back into his mattress and shut his eyes, tiredness finally hitting him once he thought towards the day of work ahead of him. He was right on the edge of sleep when the sound of the hinges on his door rang out into the quiet room. Sitting up he squinted into the darkness, a sigh leaving him at the sight of the 3-year-old awkwardly standing in the dark doorway “what is it (name)?” “I had a scary dream!” the toddler let out in a distressed shout as their little feet puttered across the wooden floor “okay, Go see if mamas up” they excitedly climbed onto his bed, jumping onto him making him grunt out in pain “I wanna sleep with you dada!” “i don’t-” seeing the sad look they gave made him pause, gently lifting them up and setting them on the bed next to him “alright, but I can’t sleep with you on top of me” It didn’t take long for the pair to get sleepy again, alfredo beginning to doze again when the feeling of (name)’s hand tapping his chest made him reopen his eyes “I love you dada” that made him stop as he watched their eyelids shut fully and their hand to stop moving, showing they had finally fallen asleep. moving his hand he rested it on top of their tiny one “I love you to sweetie”

And while that may not have made him the best parent ever, it made it click that ignoring his kid wasn't the best parenting tactic.

Tex sawyer-

Tex definitely wants the ‘white picket fence’ life -well the sawyer version of it anyways- so becoming a parent would over-joy him

I feel like tex wouldn’t care too much when it comes to the whole “are you hoping for a boy or girl?” thing, though if he had to choose..he’d say girl

But he’d be happy with whatever he gets

His child is his entire world and he spoils the mess outta them, they’re basically attached at his hip

Tex has tea parties with babi and his kid will definitely be involved with them once they’re big enough

Plays dress up with babi and his kid, usually, it’s a part of the tea parties

Tries to be strict with stuff like bedtime and sweets but always gives in because he feels bad

[butgilinsky]

someone will ache for your soul // np

warning; a lot of language i’m sry, argument btw best friends, talks abt a shitty ex bf but there’s nothing explicit

summary; in a world where you acquire tattoos across various parts of your body once you fall in love with someone, you have to hide yours from your best friend. 

word count; 6.7k+

a/n: kind of a soulmate au but not really i guess? i saw this prompt somewhere online and idk where it’s from so the general idea of gaining tattoos from those you fall in love with is not mine but the rest of the fic is. okay thx bye(:

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When you were younger, you loved it. You loved looking down at your ankle and seeing the small butterfly just beside your ankle. You’d had it your whole life, though you still weren’t entirely sure how a tattoo grew up with you, but you accepted it. After all, it’s all that you knew. 

Everybody’s born with a tattoo on their ankle, a small tattoo that has theirselves embedded into it. However, the older you get the more you realize that it’s not the tattoo you’re born with that makes the biggest impact on you, it’s others’. Every time you fall in love with somebody, your skin makes room for their tattoo on it. Your mom’s tattoo, a small star on her left ankle, shined bright from its place on your father’s wrist, somehow separate from the couple tattoos he collected over the years. 

You remember the day you found out about the tattoos, perched in your mom’s lap and listening to her talk to your aunt about it. You remember tracing their tattoos with your small fingers while they told you various stories about their loves and how they grew up collecting tattoos on their skin. You were scared, asked your mom what happened if you never got any more than your single tattoo on your ankle. She told you that you would, that anybody would be lucky to collect your small butterfly somewhere on their body. 

You remember the day you got your second tattoo, the paper plane that sat on the back of your left shoulder that now held the role as a painful reminder of your first love. You loved Cory, but the time for the two of you had come and gone. The paper airplane, though never in your line of sight, was still a painful reminder of the times you shared with the boy and how he broke your heart at the end of it all just before moving to college. 

You had to go through senior year alone, newly broken up with and with your best friend hours away from home. You couldn’t blame Nolan, not when he was out doing the thing he loved so much. Being in Brandon was good for him, it was all that he wanted, and it wasn’t all that far away from Winnipeg anyways. You still drove out to see Nolan’s games, even if it ran up the miles on your car and had you spending late nights driving back home by yourself. You would’ve done anything for Nolan, and it truly showed during your senior year. 

Nolan’s draft day was a rude awakening for you. You jumped up when his name was called, hugging him as tight as you possibly could before hiding your giddy expression behind your hands. You were excited for him, even if he was going all the way out to Philadelphia. You wanted him to be happy, and you could tell within seconds of his name being called that he was going to do just fine in Philly. 

You didn’t notice until you got home and your heart sank into your stomach. Your adrenaline high had worn off, and the reality of everything around you began to sink in. You knew what it was the second you laid your eyes on it, black lines etched into the skin of your sternum. You thought it was an odd placement, though it was hard to miss it when you stepped out of the shower and it stood tall and proud and ready to be found. 

You knew what it was, you’d seen the shape etched into Nolan’s ankle far more times than you could count. It mocked you, the snake coiled up the same way your memory sketched it out in your brain, and now it was imprinted perfectly into your skin. You touched it, rubbed it, tried to wash it off. You had just taken a shower, just washed the day off of you and down the drain and now you were standing in the middle of a hotel bathroom, rubbing at the spot between your breasts mercilessly. This couldn’t be happening, not to you, not when Nolan was about to move thousands of miles away from you. 

But it was happening, because the black line that followed no real pattern never faded, despite the skin around it turning raw from your insistent attempts at washing it off. It was here to stay, no matter what happened in your life down the road. It didn’t matter that you had no heads up, no warning that you were falling head over heels in love with your best friend. 

You knew it wouldn’t wash off, but that didn’t stop you from trying. These tattoos were forever, you knew that. You learned from a ripe, young age about obtaining your love’s tattoo. You learned about it growing up, you talked about it with friends and family, hell this wasn’t even your first tattoo that wasn’t your own. You knew the drill, you knew the routine, but that didn’t make it any easier to deal with. 

You were 18, watching him sign contracts and make agreements of his big move in a few short weeks. You couldn’t believe it, that you were losing him in a time like this. It made dropping him off at the airport all that much harder, cheeks wet and eyes bloodshot as you clung to him for dear life. You knew his parents wanted to say bye, that his sisters were waiting patiently while you cried into his shoulder, but you couldn’t let go.

He didn’t know about the snake on your sternum, nor did you plan on telling him. You couldn’t drop a bomb like that on him just before he moved to a different country, finally living out the dream he’d had ever since you could remember. Nolan wasn’t Nolan without hockey, and you were aware of that. You were painfully aware of that. 

So you didn’t tell him. 

You spent too many nights curled up in your bed, clinging to your pillow to muffle the whimpers and whines that pushed through your lips and out into the air. You tried to ignore the sinking feeling in your chest at any given moment, and you did everything in your power to keep everything under wraps. You couldn’t tell anyone, no matter how bad it hurt to be in love with your best friend that now lived so far away from you. 

It was hard, hiding it. You had to hide it from your family and friends, and sometimes that was easy. During the cold months you were seemingly off the hook, but when summer rolled around and your friends dragged you out to the lake every chance they got, you were in a bit of trouble. You had to carefully choose what bathing suits you wore and had to make sure nothing slipped or faltered throughout the day. 

You’d made it three years without a slip up. Even on nights when Nolan came home and you were mere inches away from him, you couldn’t find it in you to tell him. Even when he was curled up into your side and holding you against his chest in the most comfortable way, you couldn’t say anything. You couldn’t make a move on him. 

And now you were in Philly, standing in an arena that had you shivering but smiling brightly from the opposite side of the glass. You smiled every time Nolan skated by, even more when he assisted Travis in the first goal of the game and scored one of his own late in the second period. You were buzzing, adrenaline pumping and excitement shining deep in your chest. Watching Nolan do what he loved would never get old, not when the smile he wore was enough to wash away any fear or worry you’ve ever had. 

You remember nights when you couldn’t sleep and Nolan would hold you. You remembered nights when you were crying over the phone to him and he snuck out of his room and into your own. You remembered fights you had and the way he made you walk home one night after one of your bigger ones. 

You were walking out of TIm Horton’s, mere feet away from Nolan’s car before you tumbled into an argument you’d been trying to avoid for a few days now. You were dating Cory at the time, and Nolan couldn’t believe you were telling him that you couldn’t go to his game on Friday night, regardless of the fact that you’d promised him for weeks now that you’d be there. It was hard for you to catch games during the week, but this one was on a Friday night with plenty of time for you to finish the school day and drive over to Brandon. 

But now you were telling him that you couldn’t go, and no matter how sorry you were, Nolan couldn’t forgive you. He said you’d blown him off for Cory more times than he could accept anymore. You had to call your sister, figuring she was the only one that would pick you up and give you a ride home without threatening to leave you in the parking lot in favor of beating Nolan to a pulp. 

None of that mattered though. None of it mattered when you were faced with the boy you’d fallen in love with doing the thing he cherished most. When he left the locker room with a smile brighter than any of his teammates had seen in a long time that was directed straight at you, you knew none of it mattered. 

Your feet left the ground, hanging in the air while your best friend clung to your frame tightly. He thanked you for coming, told you that he scored the goal just for you, that he scored every goal for you. You figured it was the adrenaline talking, that he was just basking in the big win against their biggest rivals. That plus the fact that Nolan could barely come to terms with the fact that you were here all for him. 

You’d been in Philly before, had visited Nolan a few times over his years with the Flyers. You’d met practically everyone there was to meet and had gotten fairly close with his closest friends by default, seeing as they were always around when you were. Everything was going well this time around, everyone was having fun and getting along and it almost seemed like nothing could fall out of place. 

You were standing in the kitchen with Nolan and Travis when Nolan’s name was called, beckoning him out into the rest of the house while you and Travis rallied drinks for the group. He tried to ignore them, tried to help you pile up on wine and beers for the rest of the group but Travis practically kicked him out of the kitchen. Travis said he could help you, that the two of you didn’t need Nolan’s help and that someone else clearly did. 

It took all of five minutes for Travis to spill red wine all over your shirt. Thankfully for him, the few glasses you’d thrown back throughout the night washed over any sense of anger or annoyance you’d usually pick up and you simply laughed it off. He felt so bad, begged you to forgive him and let you buy him a new shirt, but all you did was insist that he find you a new one for now and that you could figure out the rest of it when the two of you weren’t tipsy and surrounded by your friends. 

Travis ducked out of the kitchen for a second before turning back up and leading you into a hallway on the other end of the house. He told you that Claude never really let them wander his house without a little supervision, claiming that they break everything that they touch, but this was a special case. Claude loved you, and he wasn’t going to let you walk around with a wine stained shirt for the rest of the night, especially when it’s Travis’s fault in the first place. 

You laid back on the bed in the room you were unfamiliar with, smiling up at the ceiling and humming to yourself while Travis dug through Claude’s closet. 

“I know Ryanne has a stack of those shirts somewhere.” he spoke gently to himself, refraining from throwing clothes all over the room and instead digging for one through multiple piles. You laughed to yourself, not even sure if he knew that you could hear him. 

“Just pick one, Teeks!” he huffed and chucked one at you, laughing loudly when it landed directly on your face. 

You whined and sat up, reaching for the hem of your shirt without much thought surrounding the subject before peeling it off. All you could think about was how sticky your stomach had gotten from the red spot. 

It was the small gasp that got you, the one that brought you back down to Earth and tore you out of your wine-induced haze. It was Travis’s eyes locked in on the spot in the middle of your chest that triggered every panic siren in between your ears. 

“Is that-”

“TK you can’t tell him.” you rushed out, pushing yourself to stand up as you pressed a bright orange Flyers shirt against your chest. Your hands were shaking, and Travis’s eyes were glued to the spot of the tattoo even without being able to see it anymore. He knew what that snake was, he knew it all too well. He’d known Nolan for a long time now, and he’d seen the snake enough times to commit it to memory. 

He was sure you had Nolan’s snake in the middle of your chest, and now Travis knew you were in love with Nolan. 

“Trav, I’m serious.” he shook his head, trying to clear himself of the intrusive thoughts and nodded gently. He couldn’t tell Nolan. He wasn’t entirely sure how he was going to keep that from him, especially when he had been looking for your tattoo on Nolan’s skin for years now. 

Travis wasn’t dense. He saw the way that Nolan looked at you, heard the tone he used when he talked about you. He saw how excited Nolan got when he knew you were about to fly into Philly, and he saw how upset Nolan got when you left. He might not have been the brightest bulb in the box, but he knew that there was something lying under the surface of you and Nolan’s friendship. 

He tried to have this conversation before, had tried more times than he could count at this point. The only difference now was that there was hard proof, there was evidence that he was right all along. But now he couldn’t use that evidence, not when you were looking at him with wide eyes and begging him to keep it between the two of you. 

“Fine, but we’re talking about this before you go back home.” you nodded, figuring that it was good enough for you if it meant he never told Nolan about it. 

Except, there was one small problem.

The door swung open, dark and narrowed eyes landing on you and Travis, less than a foot between the two of you with you topless, a single shirt held between your hands and in front of your chest. 

“My best friend?” the disappointment in his voice tugged at your heart and punched you in the gut simultaneously. The guilt hanging in your chest was barely justified, given this was one large misunderstanding, but the look on Nolan’s face was enough to have your shoulders falling. 

“Nolan, it’s not-”

“My best fucking friend? Of all people you had to choose him?” his eyes were wide and glued to yours, anger mixing with disgust in the back of his mind. He couldn’t believe you’d do this to him. 

“Pat, you don’t understand-” 

“Fuck you.” Nolan spoke slowly and clearly, shooting Travis the sharpest glare he could produce. His voice sent a chill down your spine, unsure if you had ever heard him speak with such malice. “Both of you.” 

Nolan spun on the balls of his feet and left the room, but you didn’t let him get far before you were following him. You tugged the shirt over your head, not even bothering to turn back to Travis to apologize before you were running after Nolan, calling his name down the hallway. 

“Nolan, please-”

“I don’t want to hear it, honestly.” he threw over his shoulder, but you weren’t accepting that. You weren’t going to let him walk away right now, not when you didn’t do anything wrong. 

“Just listen to me!” you stopped walking, stopped running. You stood in the middle of a hallway that had pictures lining the walls around you. Smiling faces and cheery laughs suffocated you in a time where you stood toe to toe with your best friend, the same one who was looking down at you like he’d never known you. “You don’t get to assume things and just walk away!”

“Yeah, well you don’t get to come out here after not seeing me for six months and sleep with my best friend! You don’t get to do that to me! You don’t get to use me to sleep with professional athletes.” any words you had swimming through your mind halted at his accusation. They fizzled out, unable to produce a coherent thought after you heard your best friend accuse you of using him. 

“After all this time, you think i’m using you? You think that I came here to sleep with Travis?” 

“You want to know what I think? I think you’ve always used me. You used me to escape your awful boyfriend in high school and you used me to leave home when things got bad. You used me to get over your shitty boyfriend when he left you in the fucking dust and here you are now, using me to sleep with my best fucking friend.” you were in shock, lips parted and throat constricting as you tried to let his words sit. 

“If you wanted to whore yourself out to NHL players, you should’ve just said so, puck bunny.” The nickname weighed heavily in your chest, bringing you back to a time where Nolan went on and on about how much puck bunnies got under his skin. It brought you back to a time when Nolan would never call you that, would never even put you and the name in the same conversation.

“Patty!” Nolan’s eyes left yours, casting over your shoulder and locking with another pair that he might have been more furious at. Sure, he was angry at you. He couldn’t believe you’d do something like this, not after growing up with him just a few houses down. He couldn’t believe you’d stoop this low, but Travis? Travis knew how Nolan felt about you. Even if he didn’t admit it, even if he’d never say that was all true, Travis knew. He knew better than anyone how Nolan felt, and that made it all the more worse. 

“Don’t talk to her like that.” you bit down on your bottom lip, hard enough to sting slightly but you couldn’t look away from where your eye level left you. You couldn’t look up at Nolan, not when he was this angry at you, and you surely couldn’t look at Travis. You knew that’d only make things worse. 

“Now you get to tell me how to talk to her? Does that mean the two of you are a thing now? That’s funny, seeing as you have a girlfriend, Teeks. Didn’t know you were into home wrecking, y/n.”

“Fuck you.” you spoke softly, not even sure if he had heard you before he looked down at you with a puzzled look stretched across his face. 

“So I can pick up TK’s sloppy seconds? No thanks, angel.” you shoved him then, shoved him hard. He didn’t move much due to the way his feet dug into the ground and he had muscle on you, but you got your point across by the force delivered to his chest. 

“You’re a dick, you know that? You walk into a room and think you know everything that’s going on, but you don’t, okay? You don’t know what happens when you’re gone. You don’t know what happened in there or what happens at home when you’re here. You don’t know anything, okay?” 

“That’s bold, given that I just walked in on you topless, seconds away from kissing my best friend, y/n-”

“Is there a reason you feel the need to keep reminding me that Travis is your best friend?”

“Because I need you to know that you’re not.” 

The world titled on its axis then, the rude awakening you’d walked into becoming all too much for you to handle. With the realization that Nolan wanted nothing to do with you, you nodded once and walked around him so you could leave. It was only then that you noticed the audience you’d gathered, the better half of the Flyers roster circled around the room with a few of their significant others. You flashed everyone a pained smile and thanked Claude and Ryanne for inviting you before leaving the house. 

You weren’t even down the driveway when your lungs gave way, gasping for air while tears streamed down your cheeks. Your heart hurt and your stomach turned, and you knew it was going to be a long night. 

“You really are a dick.” Travis was going to walk past him, was going to avoid the lot of people and follow you outside. He knew you didn’t know where you were, nor did you have a way to get to or from anywhere else. You could order an uber to Nolan’s, but then what? Kevin might let you into the apartment but where would you stay? On the couch in a living room you weren’t welcome in? Not likely. 

“I’m the dick? You know how I feel about her!”

“Nothing happened!”

“Bullshit, TK! I know that look on your face and I know that she sure as hell looked embarrassed-”

“I spilt wine on her shirt, you fucking idiot! I knocked into her when we were in the kitchen and I made her entire glass of wine spill down the front of her shirt, so I went to get her another one. I didn’t want her to sit in a soaking wet, stained shirt for the rest of the night so I went to get her another.” 

“And she changed in front of you because-?”

“Because she was drunk and knew I wouldn’t make a move on her. Because she knows that I respect you and care about you far more than I care about making a move on her. I don’t look at her that way, Pat. You know I would never do that to you.” Nolan sucked on his teeth then, casting his eyes away from Travis’s and looking down at his feet. 

“Do I?” Travis scoffed then, not bothering to give Nolan a response before walking past everybody else and out to his car. 

After a few minutes of driving around, he found you at the park just down the street, leaning against the chain that supported the swing you sat on. He couldn’t see your tears from his car, but he could see the way you flinched when he shut the car door behind him. 

“You okay?” you shook your head, eyes filled to the brim with tears that blurred your vision and broke Travis’s heart. 

“I’m in love with him, Teeks. I love him more than anything in this entire world and he thinks I’m using him. He t-thinks- he thinks I-” 

“Hey, it’s okay.” Travis pulled you onto your feet and into his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around you in order to attempt to calm you down. 

“He thinks-” your sobs rang through the air, piercing through Travis’s heart and resulting in him squeezing you tighter, letting you get all of it out while no one else was around. 

“He doesn’t think that. He knows you’re not using him, he just can’t bear to think about you with anybody other than him.” you shook your head, not allowing yourself to believe Travis, even though he knew Nolan pretty well. If there was anything to know about Nolan, you or Travis would know about it. 

“He loves you, okay? He loves you more than he knows how to handle and he can’t handle losing you before he’s even had you.” you flinched when a car backfired, jumping inches off of the ground and making Travis laugh gently from beside you when you let out a shaky breath of relief. 

Your eyes found the familiar car drive by, slowing down the slightest bit by the park only to take off towards the entrance of the neighborhood quite quickly. You knew it was Nolan, you knew that car by heart. 

You ended up on Travis’s couch the night, wrapped in a warm pair of sweatpants that Travis threw in the dryer for you before giving them to you. You tied the drawstring in a tight knot so they’d stay up and pulled on a hoodie that he offered to you shortly after. He listened to you reminisce on all of the memories you had with Nolan. He learned more about his best friend and who he was growing up, but also learned a fair amount about you as well. 

He felt for you. He couldn’t believe Nolan said all of those things to you, but he also knew that Nolan must not be doing well right now. He texted Kevin when he got back to his apartment, saying that you were safe with him, and that he’d text Nolan but didn’t for obvious reasons. Kevin assured Travis he’d let Nolan know you were safe, despite Nolan not asking about your well being. Not that he hadn’t thought about it, but he figured if he asked he’d be left with a less than likable answer. 

Nolan didn’t sleep well that night, replaying how bad he fucked up over and over again in his mind. He didn’t believe you at first, didn’t even believe Travis when he told him what truly happened. He did, however, believe his captain when he said that Travis asked him for a shirt for you just a few minutes before it all happened. Ryanne brought out your wine soaked shirt after the two of you had left, and despite Nolan coming to terms with the fact that he was wrong, he couldn’t forgive himself for the things he said to you. 

He couldn’t believe he accused you of it all before going on to accuse you of using him for your benefit. He knew it was stupid, since you’d been around far before the NHL. you were there when he got drafted, you were there when he was named captain of the Wheat Kings, and you were there when he almost quit hockey when he was younger. He remembered having you by his side through everything growing up and even now, even while living so far away from each other. If he called, you answered. If he needed help, you helped him. Hockey had nothing to do with that. 

He looked down at the butterfly on his thigh, the one that took residence right beside another one of his tattoos, one that he had to keep hidden from you for well over two years now. He traced his finger over the small image, let his mind wander over all the possibilities of where yours could be if you had a snake somewhere inked into your skin. It’s a thought he often had, wondering where you’d want it, if you’d want it. 

By the time Nolan came to his senses, it was too late. He’d already gotten through an entire practice and by the time he got back, by the time he got home, he realized you were gone. Your things that were piled into a corner of his room were gone. The jersey he’d given you for the game against the pens was folded up nicely on the pillow of his bed and a sticky note with your unmistakeable handwriting on it left a hole in his chest. 

I’m sorry I ever made you doubt me. 

He couldn’t reach for his phone fast enough, couldn’t call you enough times to break your voicemail box. He called Travis, pained to hear that you were already on a flight back to Winnipeg. He wanted to leave, wanted to drive to the airport right this second and catch a flight back home to tell you he’s incredibly sorry, but he couldn’t. He had a roadie in a few days and a game tomorrow night and he couldn’t just leave. 

He did his best to contact you, tried to call every person in your family and was disappointed every time. Even when both of his sisters sat down and called him to collectively tell him that he was the biggest idiot either of them had ever met. Nobody could believe Nolan blew you off like that, not even Nolan himself. 

He knew he fucked up, but he hadn’t realized how bad he fucked things up until one of your friends from back home posted a picture of you on social media a few months later. It had been at least four months since he’d spoken to you, since he saw you. It had been too long of him having nothing but the sliver of content he got from social media. He hated that his friends had chosen your side in the thick of it all, though he guessed it was easier to do that with him in Philadelphia and the rest of you in the same place. 

But it wasn’t until a picture of you with a wide smile and a new bathing suit popped up on his phone that he knew the true weight of the situation in front of him. There you were, in a baby blue bathing suit that showed the same shape between your breasts that he’d grown up with beside his ankle. His tattoo was committed to memory, ingrained into his brain with no room to forget about it, especially when he saw it on you, etched into your skin the same way it had been etched into his. 

He thought back to the paper airplane on your shoulder, the mark that had haunted him for years. He hated your boyfriend, hated the sight of his tattoo on your skin. He hated everything that had to do with the sheer thought of you with somebody else, even if he didn’t know how to deal with that. And now, with his thumb sitting on the butterfly on his thigh and his eyes on the snake on your sternum, he knew he had to fix this. He knew he had to fix things because these tattoos, though permanent themselves, didn’t guarantee him a life as your boyfriend, nor your husband. 

Nolan remembered a time when he thought these tattoos were stupid. He remembered when he thought it was a thing for soulmates and you told him that thought was wrong, that it just reminded you of a love you felt, even if it was eventually lost. He remembers you telling him that you were scared you’d never be loved forever, that you were scared to only be loved momentarily. 

But that wasn’t the case. Nolan would never stop loving you. He couldn’t forget about the way your laugh brightened his day without question, or the way your nose scrunched when you laughed. He couldn’t forget about the way you bugged him for ice cream on a bad day, or how good you looked with his name and number stretched across your back. 

He couldn’t remember a day he wasn’t in love with you. 

So Nolan flew to Winnipeg the second the Flyers’ season was over. He didn’t bask in getting knocked out of the playoffs like some of the other guys, didn’t dwell on the loss in the sixth game of the series because he couldn’t. He couldn’t dwell on a loss when he was so focused on trying to prevent a second one. 

He had called everybody he could think of once he got off the plane. Some didn’t answer, some didn’t know the answer to his question, and some just flat out refused to humor him. You weren’t home, he knew that much by the absence of your car in the driveway and your sister telling him that you weren’t there, and that she wouldn’t let him inside even if you were. It wasn’t until he rounded a familiar corner after a phone call he’d been thankful for. 

Jordan told him where you were, unable to lie to his childhood friend when you were hanging out with everyone. You were wearing a bathing suit again, though it didn’t matter for a while. The sun was high in the air and you weren’t the only that had shed yourself of your coverup earlier in the afternoon. You were playing basketball with Jordan, oblivious to the fact that he’d given you up just ten minutes prior to the gate door swinging open and Nolan letting himself into the backyard. 

Your eyes found him easily, as if he was a magnet you could never repel. Your shoulders fell for a moment, your instinct of wanting to comfort him seeping in before you could tell it not to. Of course you kept up with his team, watching every game you possibly could until the very last one. You knew he’d been knocked out of the playoff less than 48 hours ago, and you had no idea he was coming home. 

You hadn’t realized the weight of the situation until you noticed his eyes locked in on your chest. You folded your arms over your chest in an attempt to cover the snake, but it didn’t make Nolan look anywhere else. 

“Who told you I was here?” your voice was soft. You knew he didn’t drive around the entire town looking for your car, though you weren’t sure it was something too far out of his reach. Nolan would do just about anything to get something if he wanted it bad enough.

“Bo did.” you glared at the boy not far from you, the one that you shouldn’t have trusted with something like this in the first place. You should’ve known Jordan would do something like this. 

“Patty, what the fuck?”

“Just shut up, Bo.” Jordan rolled his eyes and tossed the basketball to Nolan who smacked it away and into the grass. 

“Well, I don’t want to talk to you.” you tried to stand your ground, even with Jordan giggling to himself before walking over to your friends not too far from where you currently stood. 

“Just give me five minutes.”

Nolan’s eyes bore into yours, the same pair of bright blue eyes that you had been avoiding for months. You wanted to answer every call and every text, but how could you? How could you pick up the phone and listen to his voice through the speaker after all he’d said to you in front of his entire team. And then on top of it all, he left you stranded in Philly, in the middle of a city, country even, where you had nobody to turn to and nowhere to go. 

“I know you don’t want to talk to me-”

“Then leave, Nols.” he shook his head, taking a step towards you. “I don’t want to talk to you.”

“I know I hurt you-”

“You’re right! You hurt me! You hurt me so bad Nolan and I can’t go through that again so if you’re here to let history repeat itself, then can you just go?” he shook his head, firmly planting his feet into the ground and refusing to move. 

“I know you don’t want to see me or listen to me or give me the benefit of the doubt but I need you to hear me out.” you sighed, letting your arms fall to your side. You weren’t sure how he seemingly broke down all of your walls without even lifting a finger. You watched his eyes flick down to the image on your chest, you even let him raise a finger once he stood in front of you and trace the shape of the snake. “It suits you, y’know?”

“Did you really come all this way to tell me that this suits me?” there was a hint of amusement in your voice, enough of it to bring a smile to Nolan’s lips. 

“I know I fucked up-”

“Big time.” you cut him off, shooting him a gentle smile and nod that told you you’d stop interrupting him. “Sorry, continue.”

“I know I fucked up and I said a lot of shit I didn’t mean and that’s not an excuse but- look, I know i shouldn’t have said all of that shit. I should’ve believed the two of you. I should’ve believed you when you told me nothing happened and I shouldn’t have said you were using me. I know you’re not using me. There was no way you could’ve known that I was going to be in the NHL, and you wouldn’t have stuck around all this time just to be a puck bunny.” 

It wasn’t like you to forgive all that easily. You drew lines in the sand and refused to let someone fuck you over twice. You weren’t big on second chances, especially when you thought people didn’t deserve them. You were a straight shooter, no bullshit. But those walls cracked for Nolan, they fell for Nolan. None of your boundaries were drawn in place with Nolan in mind. He had broken down every wall, overstepped every boundary since the day he met you. You couldn’t block him out, couldn’t lead him out of your life. 

As much as you hated to admit it, you needed Nolan Patrick. You were in love with Nolan Patrick. 

And the little butterfly on his thigh told you that he loved you all the same. 

Your lips turned up at the sight, your eyes locked in on the place where his shorts had ridden up and the small image danced happily on his skin. 

“How long have you had that?” you pointed down at it, barely noticing the way his eyes stayed trained on you through the entirety of the situation. You were looking at his tattoo, but he was looking at you. He was always looking at you, which only made it that much more surprising that he hadn’t picked up on the snake on your chest. 

“Since before I got drafted.” he spoke softly, hitting you with a force you didn’t know existed. You were floored by the realization, somewhat thinking that he’d only had it for a small bit of time. You’d seen his thighs, seen his tattoos and you’d never seen the small butterfly etched into his skin. 

“How long have you had that?” his finger traced over the snake one more time, sending a chill down your spine that you had felt more times than you could count when you were around Nolan. It was a feeling that was never expected but always welcome. 

“Draft day.” you breathed out, feeling the weight of the world lift off of your shoulders. You were finally admitting it, finally letting the love of your life know just how long you’ve been a mess for him. Little did you know how much of a mess he was for you. 

“I’m so sorry, y/n.” 

“It’s okay.” you spoke softly, a smile gracing your lips at the realization that things were falling back into place, even after all this time of not talking to him. 

“It’s okay?” you nodded, taking another step toward him so you were chest to chest. 

“As long as you don’t fuck it up again.” he let out a small laugh, his hands finding the sides of your face just before pressing his lips to yours. 

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

-

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[vroomvroomkachowboi]

I Hear a Symphony

smut, fluff, angst: angst/fluff 

pairing: draco malfoy x reader(fem)

word count: 1.5k (1580)

summary: draco’s has been depressed ever since astoria died and he’s been learning to parent as a windowed single father, that is until he meets y/n

warning: death, depression, cursing 

a/n: inspired by a song i found on tik tok called “i hear a symphony” by cody fry, i totally recommend it, it’s soo good. ik i said i was gonna write a fred imagine, but dang i’ve been getting so much inspo to write draco imagines. ik astoria died when scorpius was 13, but let’s pretend she died much earlier, also don’t know much abt astoria, so if anything is wrong, i’m sorry. I'm super proud of this so without further ado, enjoy 

Draco still remembers the day of Astoria’s funeral. He held his son, Scorpius, crying as he clearly lacked his mother’s warm touch. Narcissa and Lucius gladly took in Scorpius while Draco mourned and grieved. He had entered his large, empty mansion, and laid in his California King sized bed, feeling the dent of his late wife’s body on the mattress.

He had to pick up his son a week later because he could not look at him, a reminder of Astoria, and the fact that she risked her health for him, for him to not be lonely after her blood curse took her, and yet he was still lonely. He felt a void in his body, and waking up every morning, it felt like it was just getting bigger.

He noticed he was getting very pale, so he decided to take Scorpius and himself to an ice cream parlor in Diagon Alley. The lady at the register had y/l y/h hair, and y/c eyes. As Draco got closer to the register, he noticed how young she was, possibly around his age. She gave him a sweet smile. “That’ll be 2 galleons sir,” She says. He pulls out 2 galleons out of his left pocket and puts it on the counter. “Thank you. Have a nice day-ooh, your son is going to need napkins.” She lets out a giggle and hands him more napkins. And she was right, Scorpius had strawberry ice cream all over his mouth, dripping from his chin. “Thank you.” He says quickly, and grabs Scorpius’ hand to sit down.

Draco often took Scorpius out so he wouldn’t be cooped up in the house all day. Draco also didn’t want to be reminded of the emptiness that his wife left behind.

They both decided to go to a park in London. Draco sat on a bench, observing his child interact with the muggle children, he knew Astoria would be happy about it. “Hello.” A familiar female voice startled him. He turned around to see the lady from the ice cream shop in Diagon Alley. “Hello.” He replied.

“I thought Malfoys hated muggles.” She says and takes a seat next to him. He shifts over, uncomfortably, but she didn’t seem to notice. “No, I stopped thinking that way. What about you? What are you doing here?” He says. “I came to visit my muggle family. My niece is over there.” She points to a young girl on the swings. He nodded, unsure of what to say.  

They both just sat in a somewhat comfortable silence, while watching all those happy young kids running around.

Suddenly, Scorpius’ screams were heard from across the playground. Draco got up quickly and rushed over to his son. Scorpius had scraped his knee really badly. Draco carried him over to the bench, with Y/n still sitting, in shock of the crying child. “I fell off the swings!” Scorpius whined when Draco asked what had happened. “Oh god, I can’t use my magic here! I’m sorry Scorp, I can’t heal you.” Scorpius seemed to cry louder.

Draco's heartbeat quickened. It felt like everything was closing in. ‘Astoria would’ve known what to do.’ He thought. He felt so unfit to be a single father.

“Don't worry Draco. I’ve got just what you need until you get home.” Y/n said. Grabbing a brown bottle and a cotton ball from her bag. “My brother gave me all this stuff in case my niece got hurt. What luck.” The bottle read “Hydrogen Peroxide”. Draco watched as she poured some on the ball. “This won’t hurt.” She said with a soft tone in her voice, and Scorpius nodded hesitantly. She dabbed the cotton ball on the wound, he watched as it bubbled.

“What is it doing?” Draco asked. “It’s cleaning the scrape. I’ll put a bandage on it, and you can fix it with magic when you get home.” Draco nodded. “Thank you. What do we say, Scorp?” He asked. “Thank you.” Little Scorpius said quietly and got up to play again.

“I believe I never got your name.” Draco asked. “Y/n.”

This was the start to a lovely friendship. Draco and Scorpius often went to visit Y/n at the ice cream parlor. When Draco needed Y/n, she’d always be there. Because she knew how vulnerable he was since the death of his wife, he also trusted her enough to babysit Scorpius, and thankfully Scorpius loved her.

Every night after her shift, she’d come over with pints of ice cream for all of them to eat. With her help, he was able to finally mourn healthily. No longer was he alone at nights, she would sleep in the guest room close to the master’s bedroom.

Although, something was wrong with Draco. He cared for his new friend, but his admiration for her grew the more he got to know her. He grew feelings for her quickly. ‘I can't do this to Astoria.’ Was always a reoccurring thought, but the more he tried to suppress it, the more his love grew.

It also seems that Scorpius viewed her as a second mother, he couldn’t hurt them.

He decided to give her the silent treatment. The less he hangs out with her, the faster his feelings fade, right?

It went on for a month. Slowly but surely, ignoring Y/n more and more. She spent most of her time with Scorpius, not that she minded, but Draco was acting strange.

So, enough was enough. She was going to confront him about it. So on a Friday night, she put the blonde 6-year-old to bed. Hearing the light snores from the young child, she slipped out quietly from his bedroom, looking for his father. She looked all around the large home, but found him outside, sitting on a bench by the tall grass hedges.

“Draco!” She called out. He flinches and hesitantly looks up at her. She sat by him. “What's up with you? You’ve been acting strange lately.” He stayed quiet. “You can trust me, Dray. We’ve been friends for over a year now.” He sighed loudly. “I...I like you.” He whispers.

“Oh.”

Draco shuts his eyes tightly, feeling as if it was a mistake. “I think you need to leave.” He hears Y/n’s feet shuffle on the grass. He let out a heavy breath and puts his face in his hands. Tears pour out of his grey eyes. ‘I can’t do this to Astoria.’ He felt so guilty. As if he was cheating on his wife. Why did he need to feel this way? What would Scorpius think? Would he think he's replacing his beloved mother?

“I’m sorry, Astoria.” He cried. He headed to the master’s bedroom and dozed off.

The next morning, Draco had realized it was a mistake to send Y/n home, because Scorpius had been nagging him all day about her whereabouts. It went on for an entire week as well. He also felt very lonely, she brought light into the dark home. He needed her, whether it was as a friend or a partner.

He decided to make amends, so he took Scorpius to the ice cream parlor.

Y/n heard the bell at the door, she was ready to serve her next customer, until she realized who it was. Draco and Scorpius. “What can I get you two?” She said professionally. “Strawberry.” Young Scorpius replies. So she scooped some strawberry ice cream for the 6 year old, and handed the cup to him.

Scorpius thanks her. “Go find us a seat. I’ll be there in a second, Scorp.” Draco says to him. Draco pats him on the head before sending him away. “And you sir?”

“Come on, Y/n. Don't be like that. I’m here to apologize.” He looks into her e/c eyes. She sighs loudly before going to face him. She walks towards him. “Talk.”

“I’m sorry. I apologize for ignoring you and for sending you off after confessing something big like that.” He grabs Y/n’s hands. “I have feelings for you. And I thought that if I ignored you, they might go away, but they didn't. Having a crush on you felt like I was cheating on Astoria. I felt guilty, and I didn't want Scorp to think I’m replacing his mother.” She furrowed her eyebrows but let him continue. “Ever since you entered my life, you’ve helped me become a better father and helped me mourn. You're my best friend, N/n, sending you away made me realize how much you’ve impacted me and Scorpius’ life. My life was boring, and miserable, but you came in, and you pieced me back together and fixed my broken heart. Astoria would’ve want me to be happy, and I’m happy with you.”

“Wow.” Draco chuckles at her one word. “That was one of the most beautiful declarations of love I've ever heard.” She threw her arms around him, and he quickly returns the gesture. They both knew what the other wanted.

Draco and Y/n pulled away from each other a little, but only to lock lips. Y/n’s hands were placed on his waist, while Draco’s pale hands were on her face.

Kissing each other was like hearing an entire symphony, adrenaline rising, and making them want more affection from each other. Draco once felt like he would never be happy again, but now he's the happiest he's been in over a year.

She pulls away and smirks, “I’ll get your ice cream now. I’ll see you once my shift is over.”

[teenwolffan-with-nolife]

Needed You

Word Count: 1,551

Characters: Isaac Lahey, Reader, mentions of OC Characters

Pairings: Isaac Lahey x Platonic!Reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of abuse, mentions of death, possible cliffhanger idk?

A/N: pls send requests for isaac i missed writing for him

A/N 2: bro wtf was this ep of TFAWS idek what I have to say abt it-

A/N 3: part two?

Masterlist

You leaned against your locker, watching as Isaac ran down the hallway with his new friends, passing by you once again, without even noticing. He had a big smile on his face, which was never unusual, even through all his pain and hardships he always managed to stay happy. But this smile was different. It was more of an evil smile, something that made you uncomfortable.

That was only a small change of what happened with Isaac. New friends, new clothes, new attitude. If it wasn't for his hair, you wouldn’t be able to recognize the boy in front of you. Someone who used to be your best friend, who you’d rely on for everything, someone that you were there for.

As time went on, you had only assumed you would never lose Isaac. The bond the two of you had was unbreakable. Or so you thought. Your mother used to crack jokes about you marrying Isaac, due to the bond you had with him. You’d never felt that way about anyone else.

Your mind ran past the thought of your mom as you clenched your jaw, taking a deep breath. Your mother was gone, had been for a while. But not that anyone knew.

You sniffled softly, before hearing the bell ringing, while you entered the classroom.

“Partner up,” you heard your teacher say.

You kept your head down, before seeing the shadow of someone sitting next to you.

“Partners?” you heard Isaac's voice as you sighed softly.

“Actually…” you started.

“Oh, c’mon we both know that you don't like anyone else,” he instantly began to tease you as you rolled your eyes, annoyed.

He was trying to act as nothing happened, and that he didn't spend all those past months ignoring you completely.

“Fine,” you replied softly.

You rested your head on your hand before looking at the board, doing the assignment.

---

“Are you scared?” Isaac's voice was small as the two of you stood in front of Beacon Hills High.

“No, are you?” you lied, looking up at the building.

“No,” he replied.

“Are you lying?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he sighed.

You reached for his hand, before taking a big breath.

“It’s okay, Isaac. Remember, we’ll always have each other, right?” you asked softly.

He nodded his head, before the two of you gave a small smile to each other, before opening the door, entering your new school for the first time.

---

“(Y/N)!” Isaac ran down the hall, making his way to you as you scratched your forehead, before turning around to face him.

“Yeah?” you asked.

“I went by your house last night? You didn't tell me you moved?” he asked, frowning slightly.

You dug your nails into your palms before nodding your head.

“I live with my uncle now,” you replied.

“Your uncle? I thought you hated your uncle,” he replied.

“He’s not that bad,” you muttered, opening your locker.

“Well, you told me that he has a drinking problem. And he gets scary and mean,” your eyes watered slightly before you rubbed them away.

“I don’t really have a choice,” you said.

“Why not? What about your mom?” he asked.

“I have to go to class, Isaac,” you closed your locker, taking a deep breath before you walked away from him.

---

“Isaac?” you knocked at his door, walking in slowly as he wrapped his arms around himself, rocking slightly.

The lights were off, you could barely make out his figure.

“Isaac,” you walked further into his room, turning on a lamp next to his bed while he flinched.

“Sorry,” you walked to him, putting your hand on his shoulder.

“My mom-” his voice broke as you wrapped your arms around him.

“I know, I know,” you pressed a kiss to his forehead, rocking with him slightly before he buried his head in your arms.

“I want her back,” he cried softly.

You buried your face in his hair, resting your head on top of his as he cried softly, clinging onto you tightly.

“Please don’t leave me,” he whispered.

“I’m not gonna leave you, Isaac. I’m right here,” you continued to caress his back, before the two of you laid down onto his bed, continuing to hold each other before slowly drifting off to sleep.

---

“(Y/N)!” you poked your head up, hearing someone calling your name from outside your house as you frowned.

You walked towards your window, seeing Isaac standing in the backyard.

“Isaac, what the hell are you-” you started.

“Open the window!” he yelled.

You raised an eyebrow, slightly confused as you opened the window, waiting a minute before he climbed in.

You immediately took notice to his bruises and cuts as you gasped, leading him to your bed.

“What the hell happened to you?!” you yelled.

“Keep it down! I don't want your mom to hear!” he whispered loudly.

You looked out the door, before closing it.

“D-Did you get into a-a fight or something? Oh my god,” you ran to your bathroom, grabbing your first aid kit.

His eyes instantly watered.

“This is gonna sting,” you pressed the alcohol wipe to his wound, hearing him wince.

“What happened to you?” your eyes began to water as you looked at his broken figure.

“M-My… My dad. H-He just got s-so mad, and…” he couldn't finish his words before he bit his lip, taking a shaky breath.

You felt your heart drop as you continued cleaning his wounds.

“Isaac…” your voice broke.

“I messed up, really, really badly,” he cried softly.

“No, i-it’s not your fault. God, we need to tell my mom, she can help,” you started, reaching for your door.

“No!” he ran to you, pulling you back.

“Isaac!” you started.

“No! You can’t tell anyone,” he shook his head.

“What? Isaac…” 

“No! (Y/N), please. I’m begging you just please don't say a word to anyone,” he cried softly, holding your hands.

“H-How am I supposed to help you?”

“I don't need you to help me. I just need my best friend to be here for me,” his eyes were bloodshot as you cried softly.

You nodded your head, before wrapping your arms around his shaking figure.

“Can I spend the night?” he asked.

“Of course you can,” you sniffled.

He nodded softly, as you led him to your bed, laying down with him.

---

“Why do you keep running away from me? (Y/N),” you wiped the tears from your eyes as you continued walking, hearing Isaac calling behind you.

“I had a really long day. I just want to go home, Isaac,” you replied, trying to hide your feelings.

“Why do you keep ignoring me?” you clenched your jaw, exhaling harshly as you continued walking.

“(Y/N)!” he yelled.

You froze, before letting out a frustrated sigh, turning to face him as his face dropped slightly.

“Why are you crying?” he asked softly.

“I just need you to leave me alone,” you shook your head.

“(Y/N)-”

“Stop, Isaac! Stop acting like we’re friends again! Stop acting like everything can go back to normal and we’re friends after you spend months avoiding me!” you yelled, taking him by surprise as he jumped slightly.

“I know, but-”

“There’s no but! All I want is for you to leave me alone, so why can’t you just do that?” your tears were falling freely as he kept quiet, unsure of what to say.

“I just wanted things to go back to before. I thought if I acted like nothing happened, we would be okay,” he said softly.

“It’s too late to pretend nothing happened,” your voice broke as you ran your fingers through your hair.

“Isaac, I've been by your side for as long as I can remember. I’ve always been there for you whenever you needed me. B-But…” you could barely make it through your sentence before your voice wavered.

“I needed you when my mom died but you just avoided me. And you kept avoiding me a-and ignoring me. You made me feel like I didn't matter to you, that our friendship meant nothing. That hurt. I don’t need you coming back here and making all that pain come back,” you cried softly.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N). You have to believe me, I-I wanted to be with you, I wanted to be by your side but I couldn't. I can’t explain and I know it sounds so shitty and I know what I did to you was terrible,” he stroked your cheek softly, looking down at you.

“I can’t explain how sorry I am or how much you mean to me. I-I need you as much as you need me. Please, just-” you moved away from him as he paused.

“I need you to leave me alone. I don’t need you in my life,” you saw his tears falling from his eyes as your heart began to ache more and more.

“I have to get home, I’m running late,” you sniffled, before you wiped your eyes.

“Goodbye, Isaac,” you walked away from him as he stood frozen, holding back his cries.

Your heart felt like it could leap out of your chest as you ran down the street, holding in your cries.

You knew you needed him, but you couldn't go through that pain, not again.

[beann-e]

hi I was on u-tube and saw a bakugou playlist for when he can’t sleep and I thought well , since I just hit 200 followers ( tysm;3 I love everyone who even took the time out of their day to press follow ) why not bring them this idea of y/n not being able to sleep & bakubabe lending his beautifully different services

also abt the sero line I have in here— I personally think it’d be cool if he just learned Spanish because, he has an interest in other cultures and languages but I don’t really see him being actually hispanic

also I really like writing baku bc he’s so rough with everything he says & I kin him so he’s the easiest so, I hope no one thinks I write him too much

Reader with bad mental health & bakugou lends a hand in his own way

No one cares and no one ever asks. Or at least that’s how you felt while standing here in your last period class your hands balled up in fist tightly held at your chest

Your head was pounding and body was aching you couldn’t describe why you were feeling so horrible all of a sudden but

you just were

maybe it was from all the nights you couldn’t fall aleep due to overthinking

maybe it was the way you got stuck on your phone or even your head dropped low eyes trailing over words in a book just trying to find something to take your mind off the fact that you were struggling

whatever the case was

right now in this last period class this wasn’t helping

“ look shitty woman “ you heard the boy huff “ I want to get a good score on this paired project and right now your fucking this up for me “

his anger was visibly present even if his voice was low to where only you could hear the annoyance that sat in it had everyone looking around for the culprit of the sudden change in the air

“ and I don’t like fuckups so get whatever you have going on together and let’s do this —ok? “

you shook your head and let out a soft ‘ok ‘

the fight ending quickly with bakugou staring down on you his hands on his knees face made up in anger “ you keep finding a way to fuck with me “

“ I didn’t even do anything to you “ your voice was soft and tired

his eyes squinting before sighing

“ I didn’t do anything to anyone “

“ cut this shit out right now “ he pulled you up off the ground hands in fists gripping at your shirt standing you up with his muscles alone “ get to your room — sleep off whatever the fucks going on with you “

His eyes dead set on you as you walked off everyone from the class watching as you failed to gain the strength to open the big doors that led you to your shared dorms

“ sero plea— “

“ got it hermosa “

“ really dude “

“ look it’s hot — and just cause we’re in japan doesn’t mean I can’t show off my online spanish lessons “

“ whatever “ denkis voice whined as he shook his head holding the other door open for you “ gonna get some sleep y/n ? “

you ignored the two boys head hung low as you walked to your room door

the strength appearing in your body as you opened it but, quickly dispersing when you found your bed.

Your face hitting your favorite pillow hand coming up to cradle underneath it as you sat on your knees butt high in the air tears coming out pouring into your blankets “ I won’t show — I won’t show it — I won’t get bad again “ you repeated like a chant

The light from outside disappearing as the day grew into night

several footsteps heard departing from your door when you didn’t answer the knocks . Their low calls of dinner was done , lunch was in the microwave , that you’d missed movie time , that you missed denkis attempt of asking jirou out , and todorokis miss understood question of what ‘ cuddles ‘ were when denki offered her his body to do so

“ and you assholes didn’t just think to open the door? ”

your bedroom door swinging open in a crash as the knob hit the wall behind it creating a hole

“ fucking assholes bothering me with this shit “

“ we didn’t even call you out of your room “

“ you came over to her room on your ow— “

bakugous hand moved swiftly to slam the door in their faces

“ bakubro we’ve been trying to get in there all day and your just—“

“ gonna close the door on us “ denki finished in annoyance “ seriously I just know y/n needs my charm right now “

he pouted behind the door “ it always cheers her up and I like her lau— “

“ didn’t ask to hear your fucking crush story charger base “

“ ass — kiri let’s go “

“ so no sleepy boob pics?“

bakugou stiffened hearing the purples freaks voice

“ so I came with you guys because you said she was sad and usually when girls are sad they don’t dres— “

bakugous voice was guttural as he put his forehead to the door voice loud enough for the boy to hear

“ hey — hey purple nurple “

“ I-uh — yes bakugou “

“ come here “ he could hear the small shuffle of feet to the door as he smirked softly

“ put your tiny head to the door — actually press your whole body up to the door —all the way “

“ are you trying to help me get one of y/n’s bras god —- of all people to help I never thought it’d be bakugo—“

“ hey just shh ok — you don’t want to ruin it right and make her wake up right “ he groaned inside his mind

“ she’s slept this long and through all of this— I can’t get you her bra if your loud right purple zit “

“ so so smart “

“ ok so here it is “

the room grew silent as bakugou pressed his palm as low as he could placing it on the door away from his standing body breathing in to suppress his anger so , he didn’t let out a major blast due to his mood

sighing before he felt his hand grow sweaty tiny pops coming out

“ hey bakugou —is my princess ok ? sounds like popcorn in there are her tit—“

it was quick as the door had a hole in it the newly created circle having black burn scratches on it as mineta laid burnt on the floor once purple body now black and smoke wafting off it

Bakugou squatting as he put his left hand above the hole to steady himself and his right one reaching out through it as he grimaced in pain at the stretch his fingers finally wrapping around minetas short body fingers interlocking around his neck as he looked through the new hole in the door eyes piercing into the boy he held

his voice low and dominating “ you ever come back to her room on some creep shit — and I blow your fucking brains out do you hear me “

“ y-yes sir “ mineta let out dazed “ I will stick to yao-“

“ that goes for all the girls you hear me — guys included I know your a little pervy fuck you can’t get your hands on girls underwear you’ll move on to dekus shitty tidy whities”

mineta was silent as bakugou threw him back on the floor watching as he crawled off

his body relaxing as he shook his mind burning.

head in his hands before wiping his face in exhaustion and standing up and turning to you when he felt the air in the room shift , his hands out in jazz hands and a fake smile on his face.

“ ta da “ he was met with your sitting body your pillow covering him from seeing you .

your face dropping in shock moving from his tall figure that stood inching over to the now huge hole that he was trying to hide from you

“ k-katsuki “

“ I told you about that “

“ s-sorry “

“ again I told you about that shit “ his gaze was hard on you

“ do it again and i’ll tell shitty hair to harden in the next hug he gives you — since you and that crappy puppy boy are always touching “ he mumbled

“ bakugou why are you — why does my door have a hole in it “

“ don’t worry about it “

“ h- w-how can I not worry about it my doors black“ you screamed in confusion “ it used to be brown bakugou “

“ bakugou it used to be this — bakugou — katsuki oh my gosh i’m sorry — god do you ever shut the fuck up and just be thankful “ he mocked you soon converting back to his anger ridden voice

“ and whats with this pillow take it away from you — I wanna see your fucked up face “

you sighed bringing the pillow from in front of your head his eyes having a look run through them that you couldn’t figure out but you knew it had something to do with how puffy your eyes felt . Even if they weren’t puffy or couldn’t get puffy you’d never known for a fact because it still felt like they were .

You two stared at each other as the silence grew louder him shoving his hands in his pocket before taking out the packet of pills he’d gotten for you shaking them to show you it wasn’t a weapon like Mr.Aizawa thought after finding him returning to school late and shaking him down like a police officer

his hand putting them on your desk

His other one throwing the water he found in the kitchen to your bed “ not throwing you the pills — need you to move around so you gotta come get em‘ “

your face showed no emotion as he nodded understanding the new tense and uncomfortable emotions thats were present “ ... ok — well got a green headed vegetable to go bully so “

you watched as his hands gripped the door swinging it open as you dropped your head eyes moving to the water in front of you “ why can’t I do anything right “

you cried “ why can’t the world — the days — the stars fucking align for me to feel good for once huh “

you felt even more tears prickle your eyes as your voice grew louder “ why can’t I talk to people without having this voice in the back of my mind screaming — raging like its having a party — why can’t I sit in silence without having to stand up every five seconds and move around because my body screams for attention — for movement because i’ve been sitting still for 5 seconds “

you heard the faint click of the door mouth still moving as if he were still there

“ why can’t I speak what I feel when people ask me“ you laughed shortly “ not like they do — because they can’t tell I just mask so well “

you let your face start to feel heavy and tense as you continued your crying rant into the empty room “ and most importantly why was I so bad at everything “ your eyebrows furrowed

“ why am I so bad at today ? “

“ just a day really ? “ you heard the taller males voice came out questioning

“ just today that’s what your worried about “

“ well I “

“ tch “ he shook his head before turning to face away from you his face dropping into a look he didn’t want you to see.

“ I-i’m sor— “ you knew he didn’t like you saying sorry or even using his first name you two had established that when he finally accepted your friendship or in his words

‘ you can hang around —like shitty hair but one sniff of blabber mouth and your gone ‘

“ I didn’t mean to spill to you I just — I — you can go —no one gives a shit anyways “

“ I will “

your body grew sad at his quick response

“ tell me what your most upset about “

your answer came quick as you let your brain take over “ I wake up in the middle of the night and can never fall back asleep when I do “

he moved to your door for a second time opening it to leave before pausing for a second speaking something to where you couldn’t hear much less make out

“ just knock “

he shook his head before closing the door softly to rival his usual mood.

Your body shaking when you finally realized you’d spilled out your mental thoughts to bakugou letting your body calm down before you grabbed the pills and silently thanked your friend before feeling yourself at some time finally fall asleep

It’s been days since you last felt that horrible it never stopped but you were able to hide it even more and live out your life the happiest you could

until one night you found you beating yourself up surprisingly not in real life but in your dreams

a loud gasp leaving your mouth as you sat up calming down only to bring your knees to your chest arms wrapped around them in a hug

your back moving to the wall to feel comforted after only feeling your cold hands and body wrapped around yourself

“ what I would give to have something warm “

‘warm ‘

your mind raced to bakugou trying to push the thoughts out your mind of him actually being a caring boyfriend who could help you like he did nights ago with bringing you medicine, a boyfriend who would let you snuggle into him and take all his warmt—

stop the track cause that song will never play you thought as you started to think about him again face made up in determination and focus as you tried to remember what he said that night feeling stupid when you finally remembered your quirk

the quirk that brought you pain and contributed to your mental health

your quirk allowed you to take pictures of everyone’s last moments you’d spent together with your thoughts

it was good in some aspects like right now when you could finally remember where sato helped you hide your candy bars from yourself so you wouldn’t indulge in them 2weeks ago

at the same time you can see your problem with it when the last moment you had of your mother was her kissing you goodbye before shapeshifting into a fire extinguisher and landing in your fathers hands as he screamed at you to run out of your home and get more help the last image you seeing of your father was him spraying the fire extinguisher all over the stove in hopes to calm it down before it spread but he couldn’t

it didn’t help when the pictures replayed in your mind like video home movies that you didn’t want to watch

whenever your quirk was used everything spun in your head like a movie reel the downside was it made you watch every single picture you’d taken until you found the one you were looking for

it didn’t take long before you finished your mom and dads memory and got to bakugous last moment you two spent together

you zooming in reading his lips turning up the volume on the moment as he spoke “just knock “

“ just knock ? “ you sat confused in your spot on the bed shaking off your quirk taking as long as needed to process his words only to be even more confused and just knocking on the wall twice between your two shared dorm rooms.

You never paid much attention to him being your neighbor it’s not like you needed him for anything so right now you were a bit curious in why he reminded you that you two shared walls

Eyes closing while you waited for whatever was supposed to happen

“ guess he didn’t mean it like th—“

your body softened when you heard music fill his room and overflow into yours

You heard the drums kick in as the lyrics played muffled through your wall

‘I listened to the cure

I listened to the cure

I listened to the cure

and then I cried ‘

your eyes widened before you felt your body relax against the wall eyebrows made up in content

eyes watering when you heard your two soft knocks returned on the wall behind you

you let your body go tenseness leaving as the song played moving to grab your phone with shaky hands seeing his name light up on your screen

Godzilla wannab

‘ no one gives a shit about your life right ? ‘

you cried even harder when you saw the message fit the song perfectly the words you spoke a couple days ago as if your were singing the lyrics

you looked around your room before falling on the dent he left in your wall grabbing your phone and zooming in on it to take a picture and sending it to him

Godzilla wannab

sorry your room was just so ass you needed some redecorating be thankful people tend to cry when I redecorate—just ask deku

you laughed as you seen him prepare to send a new message your heart swelling when you read it

Godzilla wannab

look this is gonna sound sus as fuck but

you bit your lip at the new message

‘ if you can’t sleep come over — your rooms cold as fuck and I know that pillow your hugging’s not doing shit ‘

[oddaodd]

Could you write abt tommy walking in on his girlfriend crying bc of her period cramps, when the whole day she was fine, and so he realises that for a week every month she fakes being alright when she is actually quite in pain, and polly knows of course and helps her. Could you make her strong stubborn and independant ?

·Lydia Pinkham’s Remedies·

Author’s note: First of all i want to apologize this took so long to write, school projects and exams got in the way of my writing. Thankfully, my term is over and I can again dedicate more time to my writing. I loved this request because i feel we don’t have enough period comfort fics to get us through the hell that cramps are. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it and have the loveliest of days. ❤️

Warnings: mentions of periods and cramps.

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The sounds of faint sobs that echoed through the room prompted Tommy’s worry to spike up. It was late at night after a long day, and it had been hours since he and y/n had arrived home. He expected to find her asleep, but when he first stepped into the room he met the sight of an empty bed and a book laying open on it, but no Y/n.

He distinctly remembered her telling him that she was tired and that she was going straight to their room instead of joining him in his home office. She always sat there with him after coming home. Sometimes taking care of some bussiness herself, sometimes helping him wind down after a long day and sometimes just doing some light reading as he worked.

Tommy thought it strange that she didn’t want to join him that night, but didn’t think much of it. The sound of her silent sobs emanating from the bathroom, however made him wish that he had.

He softly pushed the bathroom door ajar and saw y/n. She was sitting on the brim of the bathtub, one of her hands placed on her lower belly while the other balanced her in the odd spot she sat on. Her head was bowed down, Her eyes closed and her face pale.

“Love?” Asked Tommy as he made his way to her. His voice soft, not really knowing what had happened.

His voice made her open her eyes and look at him, taking her hand off her lower belly to wipe off her tears. “Yeah”

Tommy crouched down in front of her “what’s wrong?”

Y/n sobbed trying to get herself together as her hand went to her lower belly again “it’s nothing”

Just as the words left her mouth she felt a wave of pain shooting through her body, printing a wince on her face. Tommy looked at her and felt helpless. He didn’t know what was wrong and he hated not knowing.

“Bullshit, what’s wrong?” He pried.

Y/n hated being babied, she had always managed to look after herself and the prospect of letting being vulnerable and in extreme pain every month for a few days make her feel useless was something that didn’t sit well with her.

She planned on keeping on her facade of being alright but when she looked into Tommy’s eyes and saw how worried he was, she gave up with a sob “it’s just my time of the month”

Tommy wasn’t expecting that, but it calmed him knowing that she wasn’t hurt, or well, that nobody had hurt her.  They had been together for almost two years and he had never once seen her cry, less alone for period cramps. She had been fine all day, going to work, even joking around with Polly. He would have never imagined something was wrong if he hadn’t seen her crying.

“What do you need?” He asked.

“I just want to rest, I’m so exhausted” she painfully sighed.

Tommy stood up and helped her do the same before walking her to bed. She laid on her side and brought her knees as close to her chest as possible.

“Can you hand me that yellow bottle?” She asked pointing to her vanity. “And a towel soaked in warm water”

Tommy complied and immediately went to find what she asked for, going back to her side in a matter of seconds. She lifted her nightgown and held the warm towel against her lower belly before asking Tommy to open the glass bottle and hand her a couple of pills. She had already taken some before during the day and Polly said she should never take more than three, but the pain that cursed her made her all forget about Polly’s words.

She popped two into her mouth and swallowed them with the aid of water before going back to her previous position.

“Is it ok if I hold you?” He asked as he laid next to her.

She softly nodded and gave an approving hum. His arms came around her as she let her head rest on his chest.

Polly’s medicine started working its magic and along with the soft caresses of Tommy’s fingers through her scalp and occasionally down her spine, slowly but surely lessened her pain.

After a while she succumbed to sleep in Tommy’s arms and woke up hours later, still in his arms, her pain much tenuous than the day before.

·

@captivatedbycillianmurphy

@peakyxtommy

@nyotamalfoy 

[n0wornever]

Breathe - Flynn x Reader

idk if this is a good suggestion, but maybe something with flynn? like, r is with her when shes drinking all the sodas and worrying abt julie?? just like, admiring her empathy and passion and maybe trying to calm her down? idk, i just had this idea and thought you could do it justice

FINALLY, SOME GOOD FUCKIN’ FOOD. Thank you @the-hufflepuff-hunter​ for being the first one to suggest something with Flynn! 

Flynn paced back and forth on the carpet, hands pressed against her head as she moved. Y/N watched her friend talk in circles as she walked, chewing on her bottom lip for a moment. 

“Flynn, Jules is going to be okay,” Y/N said softly, clasping her hands on her lap.

The girl stopped in her tracks, turning on her heel so she fully faced her. Her frown deepened as she walked toward her, letting her hands fall down to her side. 

It had been a few hours since Julie had blown that final chance at reauditioning for the music program. Y/N watched as one of her best friends completely deteriated after hearing the news. Flynn was already halfway through a 12-pack of Dr. Pepper when she arrived. Although Y/N had been sitting in her room for several minutes, Flynn had yet to address her directly, focusing on marching back and forth in front of her and murmuring to herself. 

“You’re kidding right? This program is everything to Julie and she’s going to lose it.” Flynn spat, leaning over to her right to grab the can that sat on her bedside table.

She took a huge gulp, crushing the can with her hand as she finished. Y/N jolted a bit back as she threw it over into the waste basket, the metal crashing against the wall before falling into the bag. Y/N’s eyes fell on the girl’s shaking hands for a moment before she looked back up to her face. 

“Right, but she might just not be ready,” Y/N reminded her, “Julie hasn’t sung almost at all since her mom...” 

“I know! That’s why I’m freaking out,” The girl shook out her fingers as she jumped up and down in place. “This music was the last thing that she had to feel close to her mom, I don’t want her to lose it.”

Y/N watched as the adrenaline from the sugar mixed with emotion and tears started to fall from the girl’s eyes. She stood up immediately, walking toward her with open arms. Flynn wrapped hers around the girl’s waist, Y/N’s hand pressing against her head to bring it down to her chest. She felt her head shake against her palm as the crying continued. 

“She’s not going to lose it,” Y/N said softly, tapping the girl’s head with her hand, closing her eyes with the motion. “We aren’t going to let that happen.”

Flynn pulled away from her, stepping back a bit as they pulled apart. She wiped her cheek with the back of her hand as her eyes fixed back onto the girl in front of her. Y/N stepped forward again to take her free hand into hers, giving her a warm smile in return. 

“How are we going to do that?” Flynn sputtered in between sharp breaths. 

Y/N tugged onto her arm, walking her back toward the bed. The two girls sat next to each other on the edge of the mattress. Y/N brought her leg up in front of her, turning her body toward her friend.

“We’re going to be there for her, encourage but not force.” She said while nodding, waiting until Flynn returned this gesture before continuing. “Julie needs us more than ever to support her decisions.”

“But I need her in the music program,” Flynn whined, chest heaving in and out as she spoke.

“I know,” She validated the notion, squeezing onto the girl’s palm again. “But Julie needs you in her life, in and out of the music program. Your friendship is so much deeper than a few lessons and music courses. She’ll still be there”

Flynn shook her head rapidly, bringing her focus to the ceiling. Y/N watched as her cheeks glistened with fresh tears.

“No you don’t understand, I can’t do it without her there to cheer me on.” 

Y/N scrunched her eyebrows together, shaking the hand that held hers to recapture her attention. As Flynn’s dark eyes laid on hers, she spoke in a low voice. 

“You do not give yourself enough credit Flynn,” Y/N said, a smirk pulling to her right cheek. “You are absolutely incredible. You can do this on your own. I know it will be difficult, but with your indescribable enthusiasm it is not impossible.”

She watched as a smile finally fell across the girls face as she spoke. She rotated her hand, lacing their fingers together. She brought her palm up to her lips, kissing the surface softly before meeting her eyes again.

“You can do this, even if that means flying solo for a few hours a day. We will be a text away to support you every step of the way.” 

Flynn nodded at her, pressing her eyes closed to combat the rushing emotions falling from her eyes. As they fluttered open again, Y/N leaned in to press her forehead against hers. They both closed their eyes again at the light touch, Y/N waiting to hear slowed breathing before pulling away. 

“I’ll come with you to talk to her if you’d like,” Y/N asked, rubbing her thumb back and forth on Flynn’s. 

“No,” Flynn said as shook her head. “I have to do this on my own.”

Y/N nodded in agreement, a small “okay” escaping her lips as she held her gaze onto the girl in front of her. Flynn mimicked her earlier movements, flipping their hands and bringing them up to her lips to press a soft kiss to it. 

“I don’t deserve you,” Flynn said as their intertwined hands lingered against her cheek.

“Please, It’s definitely me who doesn’t deserve you,” Y/N responded, a wider smile spreading across her face as she heard Flynn’s giggle finally sound in front of her. 

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[gorochuva]

OC-tober Day 9: Spice

@oc-growth-and-development

Also abt Day 7: Power (Glory's Element of Spirit), my day be so fine, then BOOM, writer's block

Baby's first lemon/lime fic plz go easy on me-

“You do know none of this really happened to me, right?”

“I know.” Oriko sighed. “I just… thought it would be fun.”

“I’m- sure it would, but… It’s just- you want us to fight for control?”

Oriko chuckled. “Don’t worry about it, you’ll get your turn~” Though, in truth, she did lament it a little. She wished she could take both of them at once.

And so, there they were. Tonight was the night. She had even asked to borrow Nero’s dress for the occasion- not that Ritsuka’s Saber really knew exactly what she needed it for. Henry cleared his throat. “Mrs. Jekyll, may I have this dance?”

“Dr. Jekyll, you may have every dance.”

They spun in place for a moment, humming in place of the music. Suddenly, Henry stopped, separating himself from her and doubling over in pain. “Henry, what is it?” Oriko asked, although she didn’t need to. It was all part of the act.

“Don’t make a fuss- Terrible pain- Get me out of here- Can’t breathe!”

He began screaming and thrashing around. Even if he and Hyde weren’t really fighting for control anymore, it was an easy habit to fall back into. So much so that Oriko didn’t have to pretend to be scared. “Oh, God, what now? Oh, God, not now! Help me, somehow- Please take the pain away! Feel it fill me- This will KILL me! Please, God, will me somehow to fight, I pray!”

————————————————————————————

Madoka was pleasantly surprised when her old friend, Sayaka Miki, was Summoned as one of Oriko’s Servants. Even though she herself was torn away from the Law of Cycles, her legend and very existence as a Servant gave it a strong connection to the Throne of Heroes. “Are any of the others there, too?” she asked excitedly.

“So far, just me.” the blue-clad Saber replied. “We tried to get Nagisa, but this Gilgamesh guy was like “but you can’t have cheese here” and she started crying. I’ve heard rumors about Homura, though.”

“Really? That’s wonderful! She’s the reason we’re here, after all. I say she deserves it! Well, I should probably introduce you to our Master, huh?”

A scream came from the end of the hall towards Oriko’s room. “GOD HAVE MERCY! Don’t let her see- Not on our wedding day!”

“What was that?!”

“It sounded like Jekyll!” Madoka cried.

“Jekyll? You don’t mean-“

Madoka was already sprinting down the hall, bow at the ready. “I’ll explain later, Sayaka! We have to help him!”

————————————————————————————

With a final cry, the transformation was complete. “Henry?!”

“There is no Henry, only HYDE!”

Oriko faked a gasp.

“We seem to be married, my love.” Hyde grabbed the padlock chain around Oriko’s neck and shoved her into the wall. “Ready for our bridal bed, are we?” he growled hungrily, wiping her bottom lip with his thumb.

Oriko returned the Berserker’s sultry smirk. “Yes, sir~”

SLAM

Madoka gasped at the sight before her, dropping her bow, hand over her mouth, blood quickly coloring her cheeks. Sayaka stood behind her, wide eyed and jaw dropped, her swords dissipating. Both were left too speechless to apologize.

Too frozen in shock to close the door.

Footsteps echoed in the direction the Puella Magi came, stopping behind them. Once he laid eyes on the same sight, Dantes laughed. “Nice.”

Hyde: Man, what a bummer. Way to kill the mood, pigtails!

Oriko: It's fine, Edward. I'll talk to Romani about soundproofing the place tomorrow and we can try again.

[zukos-scribe]

Thanks to the Moon

Hello! I read some of your hc's/requests for ATLA, and they're really good! When you get the chance, do you think you could write a Sokka x Reader? [This is gonna be really specific but-] One where Sokka gets hurt somehow and the reader's a healer from the northern water tribe, and they're both recovering over what happened with Yue because they were both close to her? And the reader has to heal Sokka? I hope that's an ok request- have a good day/night, mate! Maybe at first a comfort/friendship thing that leads to them falling for eachother? If that's ok with you?

Ok I forgot abt the falling for each other but I hope that it was kind of implied. Anyway I hope you enjoy!

“Y/N!”

A voice calls out your name as you washed your hands from helping the last patient. You looked back to see some of the soldiers dragging another soldier into the healing room. The soldier they were helping wasn’t familiar to you.

As one of the top healers, you had worked with all of the soldiers before, and most of the civilians as well. Realization struck as you assumed that the soldier was the boy that came with the Avatar, and was interested in Yue, your best friend. She had told you about him, but you’d never spoken to him.

“What happened?” you asked them.

“He was with Yue when the fire nation killed the moon spirit. That’s why it went so dark. But… Yue, since she was blessed by the moon spirit, gave her life back to the moon. She’s gone. He was protecting her body, and then he was injured. I’m so sorry Y/N.”

Your heart stopped in your chest, a few tears welling in your eyes. This had to be some sort of joke. Yue couldn’t be dead.

Shaking your head, you wiped away the tears in your eyes. You needed to focus on the job at hand first. Make sure that he didn’t die as well.

“Bring him over here,” you instructed, clearing a space for them to lay his body down. They laid him down and you shooed them away, telling them to get back to doing whatever they needed to. 

The man, you remembered was named Sokka, was half conscious. He had taken a small blow to the head but your biggest concern was that he was losing a lot of blood from his leg. 

Moving quickly, you tore away the fabric that was in the way of the injury. You knew that you had to clean it quickly, that way it could be patched up. 

“HMMfalkjdsioaoidkkdalksjdfioh.”

Looking up, you noticed Sokka staring at you with hazy eyes, trying to say something. You placed your hand on his forehead gently.

“It’s ok. You’re going to be fine, I’ve got you.”

He fell asleep again, waking a few more times while you were completing the more painful parts of fixing him up. Finally you were able to sooth his pain and let him rest. 

As you cleaned up it was only then that it struck you what had really just happened. The fire nation killed the moon, and then Yue gave her life back to the moon.

Your best friend was gone. She died. Tears fell down your cheeks, a few splashing onto your hands. 

“Oh Yue…” you whimpered.

“You were her best friend, weren’t you. Y/N was it?” 

You looked up to see Sokka staring at you with tired yet clear eyes. You nodded.

“She talked about you a lot.”

You gave him a small smile.

“She told me about you too. How are you feeling?”

With that question he sighed and looked up at the ceiling.

“Physically? My body aches but that’s it. Everything else? I just feel numb, if that makes sense.”

You nodded.

“I understand.”

You took his hand and grasped it between your own. 

“Thank you for taking care of her, I know under different circumstances that the two of you would have a lot more happier memories.”

He gave you a sad smile and squeezed your hand as well, before drifting off to sleep. You continued to hold his hand, letting yourself cry before falling asleep, your head resting on the edge of his bed. 

Over the next few days you watched over Sokka like a hawk, taking care of anything he needed the moment he needed it. You met his sister and the Avatar as well, getting chances to talk to them. Katara asked you for some healing advice, which you gave her happily.

The best part of the day was in the evening, where you sat with Sokka and told him all of the memories that you had of Yue. It was good to talk about her and let everything out, and he liked hearing all of the stories you two had shared. 

The two of you knew that it was soon to come to an end, however. He would need to go off with his sister and the avatar, while you would stay here as you always had.

Or not.

“Y/N!” Sokka shouted, running towards you with a hopeful look on his face. 

“Sokka! You don’t need to be running on your leg, it’s still healing!”

He shook his head. 

“I’m fine, i’m fine. You healed me up all perfectly. But I do have a request for you.”

“Oh? And what would that be?”

“I want you to come with us when we leave tomorrow morning.”

You blinked.

“Wait what.”

Sokka laughed.

“Aang, Katara and I want you to come with us. We need to find Aang an earthbender teacher, and he still has to work on his waterbending. Plus, Katara would love to continue to learn some healing stuff from you. And I… I just want you to come. I don’t want to leave you.”

You stared at him stunned. He looked at you a little worriedly, scanning your face for any kind of emotion.

“Really?”

“YES! Please come,” he said, almost desperately. 

You thought for a second.

“Ok.”

“You’ll come?” Sokka asked excitedly.

“Yeah! I’m sure it’ll be a grand adventure.”

“WHOOHOO!” Sokka yelled, grabbing you in a wild hug and swinging you around.

You laughed as he set you down, still jumping for joy.

“Ok, we’re leaving early tomorrow! Don’t be late, don’t bring too much stuff, and don’t forget!”

“I won’t,” you replied giggling, a large smile spreading across your face.

“See you tomorrow!”

You watched Sokka run off, before you glanced at the moon. Even though it was the day, you could still see it in the sky. It comforted you that Yue would always be there watching over you as you went along.

“Thank you, Yue.”

[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒘𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 2

Part 1

Hiii I don't know if you take request but can i request like a chris evans x reader like the reader and chris are married and chris is having a bad day or something so chris go out to the pub and go home drunk and its been going for 3 days and the reader and chris has a 6year old and the reader have been doing all the work and taking care of they're daughter and they're daughter miss chris bc chris is never home and just go home until 12 or 2 in the morning or if chris is home he never play with her daughter and they're daughter is sad abt it bc they're daughter though chris doesn't love her anymore and chris miss her play in school even though chris promise so that day when chris miss her daughter's play the reader confront chris abt it and chris said he doesn't care abt his daughter and he said he didn't know why he married the reader bc she's clingy but chris didn't know that they're daughter heard what chris said abt her and chris didn't know also that the reader is 6-7 weeks pregnant and the reader and chris heard they're daughter sob and that moment chris realize it all his mistakes? and apologize to them idk if this make sense and im sorry if this is so longg, thank you in advance stay safe! <3

𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒄𝒓��𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒅𝒂𝒅! 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔

𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕

Chris paced back and forth as he tried to call you for the 10th time. It was the next day, he was sober and the images from last night clouded his brain. Seeing the pain and anger on your face as he said he wish he never married you.

Seeing isabella crying from his disgusting words. That hurt him the most, he regret everything.

The phone went to voicemail again making Chris groan. You had every right to not talk to you, but he wanted to know you and isabella was okay. You were still his wife.

Chris sighed sitting down on the couch. He rubbed his eyes with his palm, exhaling for the hundredth time.

The house phone on the table beside the couch rung causing Chris to quickly grab it. He thought it was you but no, it was your doctor.

"hi is this Mrs Evans?" Chris frowned, "uh no but this is Mr Evans." Chris said, he was deeply confused.

"oh well you tell Mrs Evans that have her next appointment date to check on the baby."

Chris stood up, he wasn't sure he heard right. "I'm sorry, the baby?"

The innocence lady on the other side of the phone phone gasped, "oh I'm sorry, you didn't know."

"no it's fine." Chris sighed softly, his heart picking up speed in his chest. "I'll tell her, thank you." He hung up the phone throwing it onto the couch. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He mumbled to himself. He really needed to find you and isabella.

*

You laid in the uncomfortable bed, isabella sleeping soundly beside you. It was around 8 in the morning and thoughts from yesterday filled your mind.

"I wish I never married you"

"Forget isabella, I don't care about her stupid play"

It hurt just knowing he thought those things. It took some time last night, but you managed to go to sleep around 3am. Now it was morning time, you were in a crappy hotel, and Chris was blowing up your phone like crazy.

You sighed pulling back the blanket. You walked to the bathroom. You looked in the mirror, your almost 3 month along bump was showing. You tore your eyes from it looking at your face. You were trying not to think about Chris in that moment.

"get it together y/n." You whispered to yourself.

"mommy." You looked back to the doorway seeing isabella. Her stuff bear was in her hands as she rubbed her sleepy eye with the other hand.

"good morning honey."

You walked over to her, "did you sleep good?" Isabella looked up at you. "Yeah, I slept great." You laughed, "that's great. Uh do you wanna go get some breakfast? We can eat some pancakes and waffles, what you say bug?"

Isabella started to think, it was almost like you can see the wheels turning in her head. "Uhh yeah. Can we see daddy too?"

Your stomach did a flip, you didn't think she'll be okay with what he said about her, but She was 6 so maybe that was the reason.

"umm... Yeah, yeah. We can see daddy." Isabella smiled, "okay, I watch TV now." She walked back over to the bed, hopping in it. You exhaled, running your hands over your face. Here goes nothing you thought to yourself.

*

Chris phone ringing interrupting him from his daze. He picked it up seeing your contact. His heart picked up as he answered it.

"y/n, are you okay?" On the other side of the phone you sighed, "yeah, I'm fine. Look um isabella want see you so can you meet us at the diner at (some street name)?"

Chris nodded even though you couldn't see him. "Yeah, of course." He walked to the foyer to put on his shoes. "Umm, I love you." Chris said. He wasn't expecting you to say it back, but you did. When you did, his heart skipped and a smile formed on his face.

You hung up the phone. You let out a sigh once again. Here goes nothing.

*

You sat in the diner, isabella beside you coloring in the booklet they gave her. You both were waiting for Chris to come.

Your mind was filled, you couldn't even figure out what you were thinking about at all at this point.

After waiting a few more minutes, you heard the diner door open. In walked Chris. In his hands was a bouquet of flowers and stuffed animal. You were guessing it was his apologize.

He walked over to you both, just like yours, his heart was beating pretty hard in his chest.

"hey." Chris smiled shyly at you as you got up. "Hi." You tore your eyes from his, looking down at isabella. She was looking up at her daddy with a soft smile on her face. Chris kneeled down to her height. "Hi baby." He said to her softly. "I'm sorry for yesterday, I didn't mean any of it, I promise. Can you forgive me?"

isabella's small smile grew to a bigger one. "Yeah." Chris smiled at her. "Okay, give me a hug."

Isabella giggled as she Wrapped her arms around his neck. Chris hugged her close. He felt relived she forgave him, he felt so bad for saying what he said to her and he's going to spend the rest of his life making it up to her.

He pulled away from her, he handed the stuffed animal to her before standing back up.

He looked back at you. "Uh these are for you. It's not an apology, I'll give you a sincere apology later, but for now I have these." He looked at you, he had bags under his eyes from his sleepless night, and tear streaks on his cheeks from the crying he did.

you quickly tore your eyes from His taking the flowers. "Thanks." You cleared your throat. "Uh shall we have breakfast?"

Chris inhaled, "yeah." He walked over to the opposite side of the table and took a seat. You did the same sitting back beside isabella. You all ordered trying to forget about the tension that was very much between you and Chris. It was nice that you both were talking, but you just couldn't wait for the much needed talk later that night.

*

It was around 8 pm. You and Chris decided to drop her off at his mom's house. You didn't want what happened the day before to happen again.

You sat on the couch fiddling with your shirt end. Chris was in the kitchen getting you both something to drink before you talked.

"so um.. I got you some water." Chris said walking over to you handing you the glass of water. You thanked him Taking a sip before placing it on the coffee table. Chris sat beside you with a sigh.

"I.. I'm sorry for yesterday. I didn't mean any of it. It just slipped out because I was drunk and tired, I wasn't in my right head space in the moment and I took out on you and Bella and I'm sorry." He breathed out. He scanned your face waiting for you to speak. You shook your head, you didn't look at him but you spoke.

"yeah you're sorry, but you really hurt me. I wish I was never, that's fucked up and it hurts so much. If you never wanted to marry me why did you?"

You turned to Chris, tears threatening to spill over. The look on your face hurted Chris, he fucked up big time and he knew it.

"no, I didn't mean that, I swear. I love you more than anything. I don't regret marrying you, it was just a stupid mistake... I'm sorry baby."

Tears were starting to form in chris' eye. He felt guilty, he knew no amount of words could fix what he done but he was sorry more than anything.

"you promise?" You looked at him. Your lips were trembling Because of your crying.

"I promise." Chris said. He cupped your cheek with his hand. He placed a light kiss on your nose, but it wasn't enough for you. You went way too long without kissing him, you weren't going to waste another second not.

You grabbed his chin kissing him. Somehow his chap lips felt soft. They felt like home to you, you missed them so much.

You pulled away looking back at Chris. "I have something I need to tell you." You said fiddling with his hands.

"I'm pregnant."

Chris gave you a sour look, you already knew why. "You know?" Chris nodded, "the doctor called. they have an appointment for you, they want you to call them back to tell you."

You exhaled, "well... Surprise." You laughed making Chris smile. He missed that sound. He's been gone for so many nights he totally forgot how it sounded.

"can I come to the next appointment?" Chris pouted his lip making you laugh. "Of course you can. You need to your little peanut. I'm thinking it's a boy"

Chris frowned, "no I'm pretty sure it's a girl."

"you haven't seen them yet." You said to him Rolling your eyes playfully. "I know but I want another princess."

"touche."

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It's not that good but thank you for reading. I had fun breaking y'all hurts on the first part lol

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[generallybarzy]

would u be willing to write a blurb abt the reader being a overachieving student who is beyond stressed and barz comforts her 🖤🖤 if not, i totally understand xo

I am totally down to write this. This is literally me because i haven't gone to bed before midnight for weeks now hahaha 😵

Worn Out

mat barzal x reader summary: school is hard on you, quarantine is hard on you, and both at the same time? no worries, mat is always there to help. word count: 897

Mat thought you had fallen asleep hours ago, curled up against his side like always, but when he awoke at who-knows-what time and couldn’t feel you anywhere close to him, he wondered where you had gone. His question was quickly answered when he heard your keyboard clicking away in bed next to him.

He peeled his eyes open to find that it was still dark, and rolled over in bed to see you sitting up in bed, your face lit up by the screen of your laptop. Mat knew that recently you’ve had a lot more school work to finish, and even though he was extremely proud of you for continuing your education and he couldn’t understand how hard it must be, he hated seeing you so stressed. You’d been working all day for a week now, and it was starting to take a toll on you: you were always tired and mopey, you were pale and he wasn’t sure when you had last brushed your hair, and Mat knew if he didn’t remind you, you would forget to eat. While he wasn’t going to prevent you from doing your work, he knew he had to do something now that it was affecting you physically. You didn’t even seem to realize that he was watching you, until he sat up in bed next to you.

“What time is it?” You jumped, obviously startled, and looked over to him. He leaned against your shoulder and peered into the brightness of the screen. “One in the morning?! Babe…” His eyes softened as he looked over you.

“I just… I need to finish this…” 

“No, baby.” He pulled your computer away from you, making sure your work was saved before closing it and setting it aside. “I love you, and I admire how educated you’re getting. You literally amaze me, I could never be as smart as you. But I can’t keep watching you stress out and harm your health over school.” 

“I’m not. Mat, I’m fine, I promise.”

“It’s 1am and you’re still up working. I have to remind you to eat dinner. This isn’t healthy.”

Maybe he was right. At his gentle, worried words, a whole week of held-back emotion and stress crumbled down and you couldn’t stop the tears from rising in your eyes. Mat noticed immediately and pulled you into his chest with gentle touches, letting you hide your face against his neck and let it all out. “I’m sorry for worrying you, I just…” You couldn’t find your voice and settled for tightening your grip around him and crying yourself dry for a few more minutes. Mat laid back on the bed and pulled you down on top of him, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and running his fingers through your hair. It broke his heart to see how worn out you were, and he hated that he didn’t help you sooner.

After a few minutes, your sobs quieted to soft sniffles and sighs. “You okay?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

“I’m just so worn out from school. There's so much to do for some reason, and it’s so much harder than before. I have nothing but free time and I still can’t seem to get it all done before the next project is assigned and I can't find any motivation to do anything anymore!" 

"Baby, you need to take a break. Let yourself recharge, and then I know you'll be able on top of your game again." He offered you a soft smile, one you knew well, and one that made you feel bad for making him feel bad. He was so good to you… "You know, I am so, so proud of you. I can't imagine having as much school as you. You're the smartest person I know, seriously. I know you can kick this work's ass."

You smiled, always bashful at his amazement about your studies. "I know. Just… being stuck at home with nothing to do but work hasn't been great for me."

"I guess I've been a pretty bad boyfriend, huh? I should have been distracting you." 

"Yeah, but then I wouldn't be able to get anything done."

"Maybe not, but you would be with me, so it's worth it." You both laughed a bit, before Mat rolled onto his side with you, catching your eyes and running a hand across your cheek. "We could have a schedule of some sort. A few hours of work, a few hours of play, or a day each, something like that. So you can have breaks."

"We could do something like that."

"And i have some pretty cute date ideas we could try out here."

Being a student and trying to get as much done as you were was hard, yeah, and it was much harder during times like this. Despite this, though, you knew you could do it, especially because of Mat. Mat, who was supportive through all your work, who distracted you when you needed it, comforted you when you were worn out, and who you knew would always be there at the end of the day.

You whispered to each other about upcoming plans until you were drowsy again, drifting off against him. Before you could fall asleep though, you whispered one final thing against his chest.

"Thank you, Mat. Love you"

"I love you, smarty pants."