i. I know I told you this, but I haven’t heard from you in a while and I just wanted to remind you that I left the ball in your court. That I will sacrifice my happiness and give you another chance, all you have to do is reach out and tell me you don't want to throw this friendship away.
ii. So by the looks of it you are having a lot of fun with your new friends, don’t get me wrong I’m happy you found happiness. But I just want to make sure that this isn’t you escaping your past and letting these new friends be a band-aid for old wounds. I am here if you ever want to talk.
iii. I miss you. I can’t believe this happened again, that after reconnecting you chose to put me second again. You hurt me more than I thought. And I know I told you that you were hurting me, and you said you were sorry; but are you?
iv. Do you miss me? Or have you replaced me enough to forget me? Because I worry about you every day, your state of mind and if you’re being kind to yourself. But when I picture how you’re spending your day, I can't imagine you missing me.
v. I am no stranger to the notion of people leaving me. I have been told ‘forever’ only for 'forever’ to expire later on. This isn’t new for me, missing people is almost routine for me. But you linger more than others. You creep up on me.
vi. I thought I would be able to move on, because you hurt me so bad. But turns out you too are a bad addiction of mine that I just can’t shake.
Texts I would text you if I ever got drunk enough and brave enough.
Summary: Killian comes clean to Emma and David. He then gets a second chance at proposing to Emma the right way.
Note: So I was less than pleased with the way that proposal went down. I’m hoping they right their wrong in the next couple of episodes. But, until then, this is how I would like for it to go. Hope you enjoy it! ~Steph
…Second Chances: Part 1/1…
Emma woke up with a smile on her face. Her eyes slowly fluttered open and landed on her engagement ring, the sun making the diamond sparkle. She turned over, anxious to welcome her fiancé to a new day. To the beginning of their lives together. The smile slid from Emma’s lips as her gaze landed on his empty spot beside her. She ran her hand along the imprint of his form, finding it cold.
Emma got out of bed and made her way downstairs. She found Killian sitting at the kitchen table. The smile reappeared on her lips as she came up behind him, wrapping her arms around him and settling her chin on his shoulder.
“I was hoping to wake up next to my new fiancé today,” she said, kissing his neck.
Killian squeezed his eyes closed.
“Apologies, love. I had difficulty sleeping.”
“I have trouble sleeping when I’m excited too.”
Emma sat down next to him and his eyes moved to her engagement ring. He had been so excited to give it to her, but it wasn’t supposed to happen like it did. He didn’t want to begin their life together with this terrible secret between them. He knew he could very well lose her for good, but it was a risk he knew he had to take.
Killian swallowed roughly as he met her eyes.
“Emma, there’s something I need to tell you,” he said.
This time, Emma didn’t miss the conflicted and upset look in his eyes. She took his hand in hers.
“Whatever it is, just tell me. We’ll get through it together, like we always do.”
His tongue lashed at his lips. “I-
Just then, Emma’s cell phone rang. She picked it up off the table, sighing heavily. "Sorry, it’s my dad.”
Killian blew out a breath as she answered the phone.
“Hi, Dad. What’s going on?” Emma let out a groan as she listened to her father. "Okay, I’ll be right there.“
She hung up the phone and met Killian’s eyes.
"Everything okay, love?”
“The Evil Queen is back.”
“Well, that certainly can’t be good.”
Emma shook her head. “Nope.” She paused, eyeing him. "I’m sorry, but I really have to get down to the station. Can we talk about this tonight?“
Killian nodded, simultaneously relieved for the reprieve and terrified that he wouldn’t gain the courage he needed to tell her a third time.
"Of course, love,” he said.
“Great,” she replied, placing a kiss on his lips. She pulled back and met his eyes, as she squeezed his hand. “And Killian? Don’t worry. There’s nothing you could ever say to me that would make me not want to marry you or love you any less.”
Killian managed a weak smile, but no response, as she released his hand and headed to the stairs. He could only hope that was true.
Summary: Lost in the woods on an unfamiliar planet with the
grumpiest guy in the entire universe.
What’s not to love right?
Word Count: 1151 words
A/N: So, I got a lovely request from @outside-the-government and I am so sorry this has taken me so long but Bones
did a runner on me and has only just reappeared. I hope this is what you were looking for.
‘Go on an away mission’
they said. ‘It’ll be fun’ they
said. Yeah, well trudging around in the
dark surrounded by the biggest god damned flora you had ever encountered was
definitely not fun. The only upside was
you weren’t alone. Unfortunately, your companion
was the living embodiment of cantankerous.
You were fairly certain that in years to come children would look up the
word and find a picture of a frowning Doctor McCoy glaring at them in
irritation. You had given up on your
attempts to make small talk and for the past hour had simply followed in his
footsteps as you searched for a way out of the vast canopy in the hope you
could then contact the ship. When you
passed a tree with a very distinctive fork in its branches you could no longer
contain your frustration. “OH COME ON! Have we seriously just walked around in
a circle!” You threw your pack down on the ground and huffed out a sigh.
Hello! Could u do an imagine where rhe reader is like bff with the marauders, but they get very angry with her and then a bully is harrasing her and the marauders come and they help her? Thank you love❤️
warnings//bullying, some crude language
Y/N had instantly clicked with James, Sirius, Remus and Peter the first day they had met. Defying their ‘only boys allowed rule’ and coming up with some of the best pranks they had ever pulled, she was definitely their best friend. She helped Peter with his homework, and overcome his insecurities, she helped James try and woo Lily Evans, she helped Sirius to get over his awful family, and she helped and supported Remus throughout every full moon.
Everything was fine.
For some reason, the boys had been ignoring her, sending dirty looks (although Remus was sending more apologetic ones)and shoving past her in the corridors. Y/N was beyond confused, and she tried to think over anything she could of done, but nothing came to mind. It was quite upsetting really, being ganged up on like she was.
The first thing she thought of doing was going to Lily, who was sat reading a book in the common room.
‘Hey, Lily.. do you have any idea why the marauders suddenly hate me?’
Lily rolled her eyes and sighed. 'Apparently, they’re annoyed that you helped a first year slytherin with they’re homework, which is frankly ridiculous!’ She said, snapping her book shut.
'O-oh, thanks Lily.’ She said, backing out of the common room with a few silent tears running down her cheeks.
She knew she was being over dramatic, but she loathed being ignored, and she was only trying to help in the first place! She hates how she messes everything up.
As she slowly walks down the corridor, she can hear voices in the distance. They grow louder as she goes closers, and before she knows it there is a cold hand around her mouth. She squeaks, panicking, her eyes widened.
'Hello filthy little mudblood. I heard that even your friends don’t want you around any more.. maybe they’ve finally realised what filthy blood you have and don’t want to be contaminated by it. I don’t blame them really.’
The words stung, and Y/N cried out as fingernails dug into her cheeks.
Her capture was about to open their mouth again before-
'Hey!What the fuck are you doing!’
Y/N breathed in relief. Remus.
He stormed over and clubbed the capture in the face, before casting a few of his favourite hexes.
'I’m so sorry Y/N, he shouldn’t of said those things, and it wasn’t reasonable to go along with the boys, you were only trying to help-’
'It’s fine Remus, Honestly.’
Remus Lupin was not having it. He had always been like an older brother to you, extremely protective, and taking no ones bullshit.
'Not until those bloody gits apologise as well. Come on, we’re going to the boys dorms.’
As soon as they arrive, Remus-no-chill-Lupin kicks down the door in his anger, and gives his friends the 'don’t-fuck-with-me-right-now’ look.
'Alright you poncy fuckers! You little shits are going to apologise to this lovely women, right here, and right now. I just found her being BULLIED, and it was mainly because people think that WE left her. I was a complete plonker, and so were you three, so bloody apologise now, before I write to your mothers informing them that I caught you all wanking to your great aunts pictures, and that I am extremely concerned about your sexual health.’
James, Sirius and Peter, who had never heard their friend this angry before, blushed sheepishly, and avoided eye contact with Y/N, who was currently holding back a giggle.
'Sorry Y/N,’ Peter was the first to speak, 'We were stupid to be so horrible to you, and we will try and be better friends from now on.
Y/N beamed. 'Apology accepted Peter!’ Peter beamed back.
'Sorry Y/N..’ James and Sirius said at the same time, looking like two toddlers that had been caught with their hands in the biscuit tin.
Y/N raised an eyebrow. 'Apology accepted, morons.’ She was slightly less forgiving towards them, as they were the main two to be so mean.
'Now, we better have a bloody group hug, or I swear, I will let Lucius Malfoy fuck me in front of the whole school.’ Remus piped up, causing everyone to scramble together around remus, who still looked slightly menacing.
I don't know if you did this number, but if not, then please number 20. :-)
I’m not even sure what this is tbh it just popped into my head
“Something’s clearly wrong,” Beca said, casting an anxious glance at Chloe, who was still sitting in the corner of the sofa. Her knees were drawn into her chest and she was scrolling on her phone. There was a crease in her forehead she only got when she was frowning. “Maybe if you told me what it was I could help.”
“There’s nothing wrong,” Chloe said, not looking away from her phone.
Beca sighed and ran a hand through her hair. She wasn’t good at this. She wasn’t used to it. Chloe was always the happy one.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” Chloe asked. She didn’t say it particularly harshly, but Beca still recoiled slightly.
“No,” Beca said. “We got everything in the studio done today so I thought I’d come home early. I thought you’d be happy to see me.”
It was Chloe’s turn to sigh.
“I am happy to see you.”
“Yeah, you really look it.”
Chloe had to bite her tongue so she didn’t snap back. “It’s just… since you posted that picture of us on your Instagram, some of your fans have been… well, they just aren’t happy that you aren’t single.” Chloe said.
Chloe handed Beca her phone so she could read the string of hateful anonymous messages that Chloe had received on her tumblr.
“Oh my god,” Beca said softly. “Chlo’, I’m so sorry. I had no idea this would happen. I thought they’d be happy for me.”
“It’s okay,” Chloe said.
“No it isn’t,” Beca replied. “It is absolutely not okay.” She handed Chloe her phone back. “Baby, I’m so sorry they did this. I’ll post a video or something and tell them to stop.”
“No, don’t do that, it’ll make it worse,” Chloe said. “I’ll just turn off anonymous messages and stay away from social media for a few days.”
“You shouldn’t have to do that,” Beca said.
“I knew something like this would happen,” Chloe said. “Your fans are always so… intense. I knew they’d react strongly to you getting a girlfriend.”
“But we’ve been dating for years!”
“But they’ve only just found out,” Chloe said. “They just want you to be happy. They think I’m some new girl who just showed up. They think I don’t know you and I’m just interested in you because you’re famous.”
“But you make me happy! I’m gonna post something,” Beca said, pulling out her own phone.
“No, you don’t have to.”
“Yes I do,” Beca said.
She scrolled through her photos and found an old selfie of her and Chloe and wrote a long paragraph before posting it to Instagram.
Chloe’s phone buzzed like it always did when Beca posted something.
She clicked on the photo, and read the description.
‘This is my girlfriend @aca-Beale. We’ve been dating for around five years. This photo was taken on the day we graduated college together. She’s been my best friend since the day I met her. She makes me feel so loved and so happy and I love her more than I thought humanly possible. She has been there through all my highs and lows. When I got rejected for the third time by a record label, she stayed up all night with me while I cried. And a year later when I got my first number 1, she stayed up all night with me and partied. She is everything to me.
I know you weirdos care about me, but sending my girlfriend hateful messages online isn’t cool. She is the most important thing to me in the world, and today I came home to find her practically in tears because people who call themselves my fans hurt her. I want to be able to share cool moments of my life with you guys, but if this carries on then all of my social media will go away. I know most of you would never do something like this, but I’m hoping you can spread the word that it’s not okay. I love you guys, but I love her more.’
Chloe wiped her eyes and Beca pulled her into her arms.
“I love you too,” she said.
“I love you more.”
“It isn’t a contest,” Chloe said, finally smiling.
I was lightly head banging along to the song that echoed throughout the studio space. My makeup artist, Nina, let out a sigh of frustration, “Will you keep still” she said before breaking out into a smile. “Sorry,” I smirked, strumming my fingers against my leg instead. “I thought you were bringing your intern along today?” I asked, glancing up at her reflection. She nodded, “I am, but she’s not coming in until a bit later.”
A few minutes went by before I spoke again, “I saw that picture you posted on instagram last night of that face mask you made. Why can’t I ever wear anything like that?” Nina chuckled slightly as she padded powder over my face, “Because you’re supposed to look good, not like some monster.” “I’m going to request a shoot like that, maybe for the next album. It looked really cool,” I said as she replied with a quiet thank you.
I had been at the studio for about an hour, and finally the photo shoot had begun. I was stood against a black backdrop, with two huge lights shining on me. The typical set up of a photographer with a big camera, with a laptop set up on the side. People scurrying around in the background either getting coffee, getting the next look ready or just trying to look busy. “Ok Shawn, let’s lighten the mood a little. What’s your favourite song right now?” the photographer asked, holding the camera loosely in his hand. “It’d have to be Castle On the Hill by Ed Sheeran,” I replied. The photographer glared at the guy who was near the music system, seconds later the song was bouncing off the walls. I had been up for a while, but was yet to actually feel awake. It didn’t matter how many coffees I had, music always seemed to help more.
The shoot’s pace quickened as the camera flashed every other second, as I changed my pose in simple ways. “Brilliant Shawn, these are coming out great” the photographer called out. I nodded and smiled as I stood still and pushed my hand through my hair. As the flash went off, I looked passed the set up and over at the stairs near the entrance. A girl dressed in a denim skirt and striped white top, covered with a tanned seude jacket hurried down the stairs. No one else seemed to pay attention to the fact that you could hear her singing along to the song, swaying her hips slightly as she took each step.
I slowly removed my hand from my hair as my eyes continued to follow her movement. “Perfect Shawn,” I heard the photographer say before the flash took over my view. I blinked a few times, “Ok, let’s start the next look.” I felt my cheeks heat up slightly as I went back to the chair in front of the mirror. “You alright?” Andrew asked. I nodded, “Yeah, those lights are just a little hot.”
I stared at the mirror and watched as the girl stopped once she met Nina, they spoke briefly before they started approaching me. I quickly sat up and combed through my hair, making sure I looked somewhat decent. “Shawn, this is (Y/N), she’s my intern” Nina smiled, placing her hand on the girls shoulder. “Nice to meet you,” (Y/N) said boldly sticking her hand out. I took it and shook it slowly, “Hey” I fidgeted in my chair as she let go of my hand and grabbed a stool nearby, dragging it so she could sit beside the mirror. “(Y/N’s) just gonna be watching me today, as this is her first time on a set like this. Is that ok?” I looked at (Y/N) who sat pretty much in front of me, her eyes glued to me as if I was part of a science experiment a teacher was demonstrating. “Sure,” I muttered.
My eyes flickered between my hands in my lap and (Y/N). She removed her coat and placed it on her lap as she leaned down into her bag, pulling out a pad and paper. “Oh by the way, I saw that mask you were working on. The one you posted on instagram last night,” she said as she searched through her pad for a blank page. “Oh yeah, what do you think?” Nina replied as she made me lean my head back slightly. “It looked awesome, I’ve done one similar - not as advanced and perfect obviously,” (Y/N) chuckled slightly.
“Shawn was saying earlier that he wanted to do a shoot where he could wear something like that,” Nina said. (Y/N’s) eyes lit up as she smiled at me, “I could totally see you as some sort of Vampire. But a proper one you know, not like something from The Vampire Diaries.” “I like the Vampire Diaries,” I said quickly, not thinking before I spoke. “Oh so do I,” (Y/N) said as she tapped the end of her pen against the paper. “The guys look really hot as vampires, but I can see you with a more gore-like look.” She awkwardly pretended to brush hair behind her ear when I didn’t reply.
I was back on set again, almost finished with the final look. Check Yes Juliet by We the Kings was playing and I couldn’t help but get distracted by (Y/N). She was cleaning up Nina’s area by the mirror as she danced along to the song. The photographer didn’t mind, wanting shots of me looking away from the camera. She grabbed two brushes and used the ends of them to bang against the edge of the desk, along with the beat. She then did a twirl as she moved round the back of the chair and placed them in the bag. She raised her hands in the air and tipped her head back as it reached the end of the bridge, before starting up again as if oxygen had suddenly been put back in her.
She moved frantically as if she was in her kitchen by herself. No one else seemed to notice but I couldn’t help my eyes feeling drawn towards her. I lowered my head to let out a chuckle and “flash”. We took a few more photos and then it was over. I wandered over to the laptop and looked at the photos with the photographer as he mentioned the ones he really liked. “This one, I really love” he said. It was one of me laughing to myself, looking at the ground. “I don’t know what you were thinking of in that moment, but it worked,” the photographer said. I looked at the photo for a few more seconds, before glancing over at (Y/N) who was writing things down in her notebook.
I was back in the makeup chair with Nina removing all the makeup she had caked onto my face. I looked through my phone, finding her photo again on instagram. I clicked on the likes and found (Y/N’s) name. I scrolled through her feed before following her. Within seconds she hurried over with two coffees in her hand. She placed them in front of me before sitting back on her stool. She spoke to Nina about something as I continued to look through her instragram. I found a photo of her from halloween where she was dressed as a vampire. The caption read: ‘be afraid because I probably will bite #makeupbyme’ . I commented on the photo saying, 'so, can you make me look this good as a vampire?’
I watched secretly as she pulled out her phone and read the notification. I felt a fuzzy feeling in my stomach as I watched the smile appear on her face. I was surprised by my screen lighting up seconds later. I read the reply, ’@shawnmendes that depends… do you bite?’ My head shot up from my screen to find her looking at me. We both broke out in smiles as Nina rambled on about something. Suddenly (Y/N) stood up and left as Nina asked her to do something. Nina grabbed a coffee and was about to take a sip, “Oh, this one must be yours.” She handed it to me before taking the other one, “Why’d you say that?” She took the top half of the cup and turned it in my hand to reveal a mobile number on the other side. “I already have (Y/N’s) number,” she said raising an eyebrow before having some coffee.
Summary: You and Sam are studying for an upcoming test.
warnings: Stanford!Sam, unprotected sex (wrap it up kids!), quickie in a semi-public place
word count: ~2350
You were sitting in a group study room in the Stanford
library, slaving away studying for your next exam with your regular study
group: Maggie, James, Sam, and you.
You had all met freshmen year in your intro to law class,
and since then had been in at least one class each semester together. Even if you weren’t always studying for the
same subject, you’d meet up in the library every Wednesday and Sunday, keeping each
Now, being in your junior year, the four of you were
studying together more than ever, sometimes upping your two sessions a week to
three or four. You were all in one of
your hardest pre-law classes together, and your midterm was sure to kick your
Tom… I love Tom… but why did he have to do me like that?
Let the Leafy Boys hockey… Anyway! On to Tom. Omg I love country music anon
and especially Jason Aldean so thank you! I hope you all enjoy it!
Warning: one cuss word, angst
Anon Request: Hi, I hope you’re having a great day! I just
wanted to tell you that you’re an amazing writer and I love your imagines. And
because I do I was wondering if you would write a Tom Wilson imagine based on
the the song First Time Again by Jason Aldean (sorry if you don’t like
country)? Thank you so much!
Mom. Dad. I have something I need to tell you.
What is it sweetie?
You know you can tell us anything.
I know. It's just... This may come as a shock to you both.
Haha. I'm sure we can handle it.
*inhale* Okay... I'm not dating Sun. We are just friends.
That's more along the lines of relieving new dear.
The reason why I only like him as a friend is because I like, no, love someone else.
Please tell me it's not any of his other teammate.
No dad. SHE isn't. *Looking a bit more nervous.*
Blake. We know you are bisexual. And we still love you no matter what. After all we knew right away that you and Ilai weren't doing late night combat training.
We will always love you, Blake. Plus, Now I don't have to warning about early grandkids.
I'm kidding. I'm kidding... Partly.
Sigh. Okay that answers a few things but that's not all.
Oh? What else is there?
Blake. You can tell us.
*She begins to shack with tears in her eyes.*
Sweetie. What's wrong? *Both her and Ghira get up and move to Blake's sides, both hugging her as she she cries.*
She... She saved me from Adam... And... And lost her arm because of me. *sniffle* She has done so much for me. And I left her when she needed me the most to protect her.
I'm sure she will understand. Though, I never thought Adam would attack other faun-
She's a human.
It's part of why I left... Adam said he would destroy everything I love... I was afraid if I stayed with Yang. He or the white fang would go after her. It's why I... I wanted to bring her here, where I thought the white fang wouldn't be but I was afraid... I was afraid that you two would be...
*Pulls Blake into a tight hug.* Blake. My baby girl. We love you no matter what and no matter who you love whether they be a Faunus or a human. I mean, We did start the originally to unity humans and faunus.
*Smiles and hugs her mom.* Thank you mom. *she then turns to her dad who is in deep thought.* Dad?
... I'm sorry Blake. *he said as she stood up.*
Dad? *She said with a heart broken look.*
Ghira? *She questioned as they watched him walk to his deck and open a drawer pulling something as he walks back over.*
You said her name was Yang? As in Yang Xiao-Long? *He asked handing the object to Blake, Kali meanwhile suddenly having a look of realization.*
Y-yes. *She said confused taking the object realizing it was a framed picture.*
Then I am sorry Blake. But The woman you love isn't just a human. *Ghira told Blake who looked at him confused before looking at the picture as she gasped. The photo showing a younger Ghira and pregnant Kali with a younger Taiyang and pregnant Raven.* She is half faunus.
I don't... I don't understand.
What I'm saying Blake is... *Deep breath.* Our future Grandchildren have a less chance of getting your ears.
*Blake stared at her fathers serious expression as it slowly breaks into a chuckling smile making her laugh as well as she stands up and hugs her dad.* I'm sure they'll still look lovely.... Thank you. Both of you.
Of course dear. *Kali smiled hugging her husband and daughter.*
We love you Blake. No matter what... I just hope She doesn't have Tai's taste for terrible puns and jokes.
A long convo with @starcoleworld inspired this. She thought of it and I loved it 😂
Tom and Reader attend the VMA’s and while Ariana Grande is singing ‘Everyday’ she spots her celeb crush Tom(I’m sorry y’all😂)…I love that song ‘Everday’ and I don’t have a problem with Ariana but you have to admit that this idea is GOLD😂
You took the seats in the front with your names. You looked around and saw that you were in front with the Elite of the singing world. You sat beside Tom and felt his lips kiss your bare shoulder, “You look amazing.” He whispered, drooling over how your smooth brown skin popped with the dress. You smiled and kissed him on the cheek, hearing the cameras flash you pulled away and saw the Photographer snapping you two together.
The show finally started and you were excited. After a few performances and the commercial break you decided to mingle.
*inhales* ASK ME FOR A THOUSAND TYLER IMAGINES AND I WILL NEVER REFUSE. It feels so wrong to write about a stalker, but so right for that stalker to be Tyler. Damn you, attractive actors.
Word Count: 1,070
Lonely nights were all you seemed to have any more.
Your eyes scanned the small, rusted playground that sat in the center of Eisenhower Park. When you were a kid, you used to visit it all the time, but, like most of the things you used to like, you grew out of it.
When you sat down on the same swing that you used to come to every Saturday afternoon, it felt unfamiliar. You kicked off the ground, trying to channel your emotions into anger. Because maybe if you could get a rise out of yourself, you could finally blow off some steam and start feeling better.
Amongst the loudly creaking chains of the swingset, you heard something a little different. An almost robotic sound, like a shutter. The gentle flapping of a bird’s wings. If a bird’s wings were made of aluminum.
You shrugged it off, kicking against the ground again. You felt the wind catch at your clothes and hair, gravity attempting to drag you down as you flew up to the trees. You leaned back, staring up at the starlit sky, and imagined billions of tiny lightbulbs floating around in space.
Then the sound was there again. This time you were sure you had heard it. You pulled yourself up quickly, slamming the soles of your shoes into the dirt. You came to a stop so abrupt you were nearly tossed off of the swing.
Your eyes scanned the dark, open space. A chill worked its way up your spine, the skin there erupting in goosebumps. You stood up and started walking towards the road, trying to act like you weren’t completely freaking out.
Either you were being paranoid, or there was a second set of footsteps behind you. You stopped, pretending to check out something on the ground. Whoever was following you copied just a little too late. The sound of crunching dead grass was as clear as day.
Whereas most people might have run, or screamed, or turned to fight off an attacker; you froze. Your body stiffened, arms locked by your sides.
That moment of unbearable dread seemed to drag on forever. You standing there, facing the direction of safety, the light of a streetlamp visible in the distance. And them, as silent as a ghost.
You flinched away as you heard them take another step. Something jutting up from the grass caught your shoelace, and the next thing you knew you were on your back. You stared up, eyes wide with terror.
“Tyler, what are you doing!? You scared the hell out of me!”
The tall, slender junior was paused in the middle of a step backwards, camera clutched tightly in his hands. His jaw dropped, expression as stunned as you figured yours must’ve been. “I-I was just-!” He scrambled for an answer.
“Following me? Taking pictures of me?” you accused, incredulous.
“I’m sorry. I don’t- I wanted to-” he stopped, taking another step backwards. “A-are you going to tell anyone about this?”
“Am I going to tell anyone that you’re stalking me?” you asked. You placed a hand over your heart, taking a deep breath to calm yourself down. “No, but this could seriously get you into trouble. Why didn’t you just ask me for permission?”
He took another step backwards. The look on his face said it all. He wasn’t just taking innocent pictures of you swinging at the park.
“Tyler Down,” you said. “If you run, I’ll call the police.”
He looked down at his camera, almost as if he was thinking about destroying it right then and there. “Okay,” he said at last.
“Okay, good.” You stood up, dusting yourself off. “How long have you been taking pictures of me?”
He shrugged. “A while.”
You took a step towards him, your hand outstretched. His head shot up, eyes darting between you and his camera. After a short moment of hesitation, he handed it over. You turned it on and starting sorting through the gallery. There were pictures of you in school, of you in your bedroom, and even of you at the grocery store.
“Woah,” you said, your voice such a confusing mix of emotions that not even you were sure what you had meant. “Like… holy-”
Tyler grabbed the camera out of your hands, shutting it off and stuffing it into the messenger bag he was carrying.
You stared at him in disbelief. How long had you known him? You’d been friends since middle school. Albeit, neither of you were ever that close, but you’d often talked to each other. You sat by him at lunch nearly every day.
“Don’t look at me like that,” he said pitifully.
“How do you want me to look at you?” you asked. “I mean, you’re stalking me.”
“I’m not stalking you,” he snapped.
You smiled, probably one of the last things you should have done. “Uh, you need to look up the definition of stalker.”
“No, it’s-” he looked like he was about to say something else, but stopped mid-sentence.
“It’s what?” you questioned.
He frowned. “You’ll be weirded out.”
“I’m a little past the point of being weirded out,” you replied.
“Fine,” he murmured. “It’s love. That’s what I was going to say. I’m in love with you.”
You watched him carefully, waiting for him to turn into some kind of psycho killer like on the movies. You expected him to lunge forwards and attack you at any minute, but it didn’t happen. He was just the same Tyler that you knew from school. Except he followed you around and took pictures when you weren’t looking.
Everything you had been told in your life was that people like Tyler should be avoided at all costs. Right about now, you should be running away, or calling the cops. But instead, you’re moving closer to him, feeling sickly flattered that someone would care enough about you to go to so much trouble.
“Okay,” you said. “Then stop following me, and when I see you tomorrow at school we can talk.”
“You still want to hang out with me?” His voice rose an octave, sounding both astonished and excited all at once.
“Yeah.” You nodded. “I just don’t think you’re a bad guy, Tyler.”
You turned, heading towards the road to your house. You could just barely catch Tyler’s soft voice as he said, more to himself than anyone, “I love you, Y/N.”
A/N: If you want tagged in anything, let me know. :)
eating lunch in your on set trailer when someone knocked on the door.
in,” you called out, expecting Jared or Jensen to come in to have lunch with
you like they did sometimes.
swung open and you looked up to find Jeffrey standing there. You hadn’t seen
him in the month since the con, the night he walked out of your hotel room
without saying anything after your ultimatum.
You were frozen where you sat, confusion and apprehension bubbling in your belly.
Y/N.” He stood just outside of your trailer.
you doing here?” you asked, putting your fork down.
to talk to you.”
back, you nodded and gave an invitation, “Come on in.”
stepped in and, after closing the door, sat down across from you and pulled in
a deep breath. “What if I told you that you were right?” he asked, the words
rushing out in a cluttered mess.
Pairing: Lucifer x Reader Word count: 658 Warnings: Fluff. Out of Character Lucifer. I’m not thrilled with how this one turned out AT ALL. Challenge: This was written for @neversatisfiedgirl’s Ree’s Rocky Horror Writing Challenge. My song was “Don’t Dream It… Be It…” Request: ( Anonymous ) Could I request a Lucifer one shot where the reader draws a lot, mainly sketches of Lucifer and one night Lucifer finds the sketchbook when she’s out on a hunt and when she returns and finds him flipping through it she becomes scared that Lucifer is going to judge her and think she’s creepy for the drawings. But he’s really flattered because he finds the drawings beautiful.
A/N: Hey guys!! Sorry I took so long to upload this!! I’m honestly quite surprised that this ended so quickly but well I only did write that the parts where the reader was. However, I am planning to write an epilogue, well, maybe. But for now, enjoy!!
“This man declined the Nobel Peace Prize,”
Fury started, raising up a picture of Alexander Pierce, looking at it. “He
said, “Peace wasn’t an achievement, it was a responsibility.” See, it’s stuff
like this that give me trust issues.”
You raised as brow as you crossed your arms
over your chest, watching Fury discard the photo on the table as he leaned
forward. You turn to look at Cap. “We have to stop the launch.”
“I don’t think the Council’s accepting my
calls anymore,” Fury said as he opened a case, three chips sitting inside. You frowned
as Sam took a step forward to look at the chips.
“Once the helicarriers reach three thousand
feet, they’ll triangulate with Insight satellites becoming fully weaponized,”
Maria explained, turning her laptop around to show all of you Project Insight
“We need to breach those carriers and replace
their targeting blades with our own,” Fury continued the explanation as Maria
“One or two won’t cut it. We need to link
all three carriers for this to work, because if even one of those ships remains
operational a whole lot of people are gonna die.”
You stared at the chips before looking up
at Fury, letting out a breath as Fury spoke. “We have to assume everyone aboard
those carriers is HYDRA. We need to get pass them, insert the server blades,
and maybe, just maybe, we can salvage what’s left-”
“We’re not salvaging anything,” Steve
spoke, cutting Fury off as you looked at him, his brows furrowed. “We’re not
just taking down the carriers, Nick, we’re taking down S.H.I.E.L.D.”
“S.H.I.E.L.D. had nothing to do with it,” Nick
“You gave me this mission, this is how it
ends,” Steve said, his voice hard. “S.H.I.E.L.D.’s been compromised, you’ve
said so yourself. HYDRA was right under your nose and nobody noticed.”
The Director frowned. “Why do you think we’re
meeting in this cave? I noticed.”
Steve nodded. “And how many paid the price
before you did?”
Fury was silent, glancing side to side
before letting out a sigh, turning to look back at Cap. “Look, I didn’t know
REQUESTED!!! So sorry it took a long time. Shit happens though.
“Oh hey guys it’s Y/N here and welcome to this week’s video where you guys requested I do the animal tag. So let’s get to it.” you said to your camera.
Josh sat behind the camera with your dog and cat ready to hand them to you once you asked. You had been dating for the past 5 months and he always helped you with your filming.
“So I’m gonna start out with my cat, his name is Jasper and he’s a Maine coon. I got him when I graduated from college 4 years ago, so I wouldn’t be so lonely.” you started. You continued to talk about how, where, and why you got the cat.
Once you were finished with the cat you put the cat down on the floor.
“Babe, can I have the dog now?” you asked Josh.
“Do you think this is a good idea?” Josh asked keeping the dog in his lap.
“What are you scared our ‘child’ will get to use to the fame.” you joked.
“You know what I mean Y/N. I’ve posted pictures of her on my social media and some of your subscribers might realize that it’s the same dog. I don’t want our relationship public.” he said.
“Josh nobody will pick up on it. Please.” you begged him.
“Okay so this is my dog Gracie.” you started before Josh handed you the dog. Holding your hands out Josh handed the dog over.
“We- I mean I got her 3 weeks ago and she’s a boston terrier.” you continued answering all the questions that the tag required.
“Okay, so that’s all for today. Thanks for watching and remember to subscribe and like this video. Bye!” you said and Josh turned off the camera for you.
“Are you going to edit out the part where we talked. I don’t want them recognizing my voice.” Josh said with a slight panicked tone.
“Yes Josh, I always do. Why are you so freaked right now?” you said as you started putting away your filming equipment.
“I just don’t want people knowing about us yet. I really like where our relationship is and i don’t want anything getting in the way of it.” he said coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around you waist.
You let him pull you into a hug and you turned to face him and placed a kiss on his lips.
“Nothing can get in the way of us as long as we don’t allow it to.” you said.
He gave you a smile and kissed you again.
“I love you Y/N. you know that right?”
“Yes, I do. Now let’s go get some food then I’m gonna start editing the video.”
That night you spent 2 hours editing the 6 minute video. You got all of Josh out of the video except one part. You didn’t realize at the time but when you started talking about the dog Josh still had her and you couldn’t edit it out because it had important information. You also realized that when he handed you Gracie that a part of his tattooed arm showed. There was no way to get rid of it without messing up that whole part of the video.
You didn’t really care if people knew, I mean they were gonna find out eventually right?
Josh was the one having a hard time telling people. You were ready but for some reason he just wasn’t.
The next day you uploaded the video and you always liked to watch it with Josh.
“Hey babe, wanna watch the video with me?” you asked when Josh came over that day.
“Sure. Has anyone caught on yet, you know to Gracie?” he asked when he sat down next to you on your couch.
You just shrugged and played the video. You sat cuddled up next to Josh as you both watch. Then it came to the part where Josh showed in the video.
“Y/N I thought you said you got all of me out of the video.” Josh said sitting up.
“Look, I tried my best. I’m sorry.” you said sitting up as well.
Josh stood up and started to walk away. He looked really pissed off. It wasn’t that big of a deal, so why was he freaking out.
“Josh where are you going?” you asked.
“I wanted to protect you.” he said pulling out his phone and opening twitter. You just stood there looking at him while he looked at his phone. “Well now people know Y/N. I can’t protect you anymore.” he said looking back up at you.
At this point you realized why he didn’t want anyone to know. “Josh I’m sorry. I did my best. I know you want to protect me but from what?” you asked moving towards him.
“People can be harsh Y/N. I love you and I have since day one. I just want to be there and I don’t want people to say anything bad about you.” he said pulling you into a hug.
“Josh I don’t care what they say. I know you love me and I love you so, so much.they can say what they want, but I know most people will be okay with this. I mean look the people who are saying we are together are saying that it is a perfect match.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry I got mad. I love you.” he gave you a loving kiss and they just held your hand looking into your eyes.
“I love you too. Now what do you say we make it officially official and tell both of our fans.”
“As long as you’re ready, I am.” he said.
You pulled out your phone and began looking through some of your favorite pictures you had of the two of you. You picked a picture where he had his smile where his eyes disappeared and you were laughing at him. You posted it on instagram and wrote a caption that said ‘wow I love this man. Let’s date.’
Then he posted a picture of you two dancing in front of a mirror. He captioned it ‘let’s date babe. Love you.’
You wanted to make the fans put the pieces together and they did. You phone was blowing up with comments and tweets and support.
“See I told you they would be okay with it.” you said to Josh later that night.
“You’re right, maybe I should listen to you more often.” he said.
“You should.” you joked. “I love you.”
“I love you too Y/N. Thanks for being such a great person and girlfriend.”
Ok so ever since Mare dragged Cal into the theater and forced him to watch Hamilton with her, even though he’s listened to the whole thing on Spotify and won’t admit it that he tears up a bit on “It would be enough” and knows every single lyric he fell in love with the name Theodosia after listening to “Wait for it.” Of course Farley and Shade get dragged along, and Farley’s already listened to it as well, but won’t admit to it due to Shade's inveitable teasing. She is officially hamiltrash, and secretly aspires to be Angelica. (Though don’t take my word for it, I haven’t finished listening to it, I know, I’m horrible)
“Theodosia!” Mare called out for what seemed like the hundredth time, cupping her hands around her mouth. “Theodosia! Cal!” No response. Again. Mare huffed out a sigh of frustration and fought the flutter of panic flapping around in her stomach. Surely they were both fine. Well, forget about Cal. He knew his way around the mall. It was Theodosia she was more concerned about. She fought her way through the tide of toddlers that swarmed by her legs. Mare cringed at the high pitched wails of a child nearby as he fell off the mini teeter totter. His mother, she assumed, rushed towards him.
Her eyes scanned the crowd, looking for one familiar, chubby little face. Her panic only increased tenfold as the minutes ticked by. Her phone had died a few hours earlier, and she had forgotten her wallet, so there was no chance of her using a payphone. Mare supposed she could ask for the money, but some foolish part of her rebelled at the thought of asking anyone for anything. And so, she continued on with her fruitless search.
11:58, her watch read. That meant she’d been searching for 20 minutes. Groaning, Mare raked a hand through her scalp, coming to the realization that she just be the worst mother in the world. How could she have possibly lost her child? Maybe this was how her mother had felt when Mare had slipped away while they were visiting an amusement park on a family vacation. Mare remembered being fascinated with the large machines. But mostly, it had been the adorable stuffed penguin that sat by the whack-a-mole booth. Long story short, sometimes she couldn’t help her tiny thieving fingers.
A small giggle drew her attention away from the memory. It seemed to come out of nowhere. Another giggle. Mare tilted her head, angling her ear to the noise. It sounded strangely familiar. Another voice responded. Deeper. Also familiar. Almost like–
Mare gritted her teeth and stomped off to the sound. Oh, when she got her hands on him, she would scream his ears off for worrying her like this.
She came to a stop in front of a thin black net encasing the small ball pit. And sure enough, inside was Cal and Theodosia. She squealed as Cal tickled her sides, squirming in his arms. Her small hand grasped a yellow ball, and she hurled it at his face, temporarily distracting him. But Cal didn’t seem to mind at all. He only smiled wider. Mare thought she ought to have been feeling a bit maternal at the sight, but all she could think about was screaming at him.
Theodosia dived under the brightly painted balls, and Cal’s eyes widened. Mare was sure she looked the same. Theodosia popped up only a few seconds later, spitting a ball out of her mouth to reveal a wide toothed grin. Her amber eyes were bright with happiness. Mare breathed out a small sigh of relief. “Haha I won!” she said triumphantly, puffing out her chest a little in pride. Cal only shook his head in relief. “Of course you did, Dosi. Just don’t ever try that again. Not with your mother watching and plotting a way to murder me.” He scooped her up into his arms, turning to face Mare. She glared down at him, and he smiled sheepishly. “Sorry love, I lost track of time.” He slowly made his way out of the ball pit, as if stalling Mare’s inveitable scolding.
“You had me worried, Cal!” she cried. “Don’t you ever, ever do something like that again!” His expression softened her outburst. “Alright, alright. I truly am sorry. It won’t happen again.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead, and Mare leaned into him, wrapping her arms around Theodosia. “I’m sowwy too mommy. But it’s all daddy’s fault! I had nothing to with it,” Theodosia said, widening her eyes to a perfect picture of innocence. Mare smiled at her. “You’re quite the little actress, aren’t you? So what, your father forced you to play?”
“Yes! He tickled me until I agreed,” she protested. “I told him mommy would be mad but he gave me candy.” Mare raised her brow at Cal who flushed in response. “That was supposed to be our secret!” he whispered. Theodosia’s eyes went wide. “Oops,” she mumbled. Mare shook her head, sighing as she did so. “Come on you two. Let’s go home.”
Well that was my first prompt thingy. Hope you all enjoyed it!!
saturday night, you could finally rest. you decided to all have a movie marathon since none of you were working or doing homework which excited you. small little things always made you happy.
once everyone was sat on the couches and began to eat the popcorn, namjoon sighed loudly.
“y/n-ah..” namjoon said, “you love me, right? you’d support me, right?”
you nod, “mhm, of course.”
“i’m going to study abroad to america,” namjoon said, “i know it’s unexpected..”
“i’ll support you, oppa.” you say, “i’m proud of you getting into a school there.”
namjoon smiled sincerely, “i love you a lot, y/n.”
you hear the door flap for the mail open, “i’ll get it.” you head to the door and pick up the letter, staring at it.
“y/n-” taehyung begins. without caring, you open it.
To Kim Taehyung,
Thank you for your application, you’ve been accepted into Daegu Acting Academy! We hope to see you soon, thank you for choosing us.
Kind Regards, Mr Hye.
“you too?” you furrow your eyebrows at taehyung, “what’s with keeping secrets all of a sudden?”
seokjin widened his eyes at your sudden remark. “y/n, it’s not what-”
“you’ve all decided to keep secrets from me..” you say in disappointment, “you could have told me a long time ago.. what other secrets do you have?”
“y/n, you have to understand us..” hoseok said, “i’m heading to a dance school in busan with jimin, along with jin-hyung who has been hired to a restaurant there. we’ve all been accepted into different things that isn’t in seoul. yoongi-hyung’s working at a studio.”
“oh.” you frown. “jungkook’s not doing anything?”
“that kid’s full of surprises.” jimin said, “he hasn’t told us anything.”
jungkook stared at the ground.
“have fun… i guess…” you say, “i’m glad you found things you want, i’m happy for you all, but it’s going to be hard without you here..”
“we’ll keep in touch with you all the time, y/n!” taehyung said, “it may be hard, but we won’t keep you lonely.”
“besides, maybe you can become a photographer,” jimin smiled at you, “you’re really good at it. i’ve seen your photo album and the way your pictures of us turn out.”
you blush, “really?”
jimin nods, “you totally take your skills from me, yoongi-hyung and jungkook.”
you smile, “nah, it’s a gift… also, when do you all leave?”
“in two weeks.” namjoon said, “we leave on all the same day.. i have no idea about jungkook.”
jungkook chuckled, “i’m staying to accompany y/n.”
he wraps his arms around you as you smile. “don’t lie to me, kook.”
“i am not.”
“yah, jungkook, don’t steal her away from us.” hoseok warned, “she’s ours, too.”
jungkook giggles, making you smile. “sorry, hyung!”
later on the days, zippers were being heard around the house, and you knew that it meant your brothers will leave you soon. when you always come into their, the walls look really plain and the shelves were basically empty.
“our room is really empty,” you mutter, staring at the shelves. “where are they staying? dorms or apartments or something?”
“apartments.” taehyung answered from behind, making you jump. he makes his boxed smile once he sees your reaction. “wah, y/n, don’t get upset. i’m just getting prepared.”
“you mean emptying the room when you only have ten days left?”
taehyung chuckles, pulling a strand of hair behind your ear, “ten days will come by sooner. you know, y/n, i’m going to miss you, a lot, as i think of it…”
you smile, “i’ll miss you too oppa..”
“i’ll visit you often, i promise.” he says, “now it’s gonna be weird without you complaining that you need ice cream all the time.”
you chuckle, “and i won’t have to be hearing you and hoseok-oppa screaming all the time.”
“you’ll miss them, i promise,” taehyung laughs too, “oh, dongsaeng..”
he ruffles your hair, “do you want to eat out tonight?”
you shrug, “i don’t mind. it’s good to get out of the house though.”
today it was the day your brothers would leave you. you could probably cry all day, you would really miss them.
“y/n-ie, don’t cry..” namjoon said, “we only have five hours.”
you were lying down on the couch, blanket over you as you felt namjoon put his head on your waist. “you’ll make me sad, you know.”
“i’m okay,” you say, wiping your tears. it was pointless since more tears streamed down your face. “what if i don’t see you all for like, fifty years?”
“one, that will be a lie, two, we’re not gonna be gone for that long. you have jungkook, remember?”
“but he isn’t enough..” you say. “i love jungkook-oppa, but i’m gonna miss our little hang outs,”
“i get that,” namjoon said, “but promise me you’ll be good when we’re not around, yeah?”
“alright, dad.” you say, finally taking the blanket off your face. “my eyes are puffy, right?”
namjoon nods, “but you still look beautiful, dongsaeng.” he wipes your tears with his thumb, “i love you!”
“i love you too, oppa.” you smile, “thank you.”
later on, you were all in a cab to the airport. you’ve had multiple hugs from them and cuddles, and it made you feel better.
not having seokjin greeting you, taehyung, jimin and jungkook in the morning will feel weird.
not having namjoon speaking english around the dorm will feel weird.
not having jimin hugging you in the morning by your side will feel weird.
not having taehyung and hoseok running around screaming with you will feel weird.
not having yoongi curse secretly will feel weird.
“goodbye!” your voice cracked as you wipe away more tears.
“goodbye!” the six of them wave at you as you lean into jungkook’s chest.
“let it all out,” jungkook whispered, “you’ll be okay. you have me, right?”
“c’mon, i’ll treat you.” jungkook smiled at you sincerely and took your hand.
Please pick up the phone. Please pick up the phone.
*hey it’s Justin. Sorry I didn’t answer but I’ll call you back later* *beep*
“Hey J its Y/N im going into labor. Your mom is taking me to the hospital right now. I know you’re half way across the world but I just wanted to let you know that I love you. You’re probably on stage right now and won’t get this until after your show but please just call me as soon as you can. I will send you pictures of our baby girl when she is born. Well we just got to the hospital so I have to go. I love you so much and I can’t wait for you to come home and see her. Alright, bye.”
You said and then hung up the phone and hopped out of the car, grabbing your hospital bag, and headed for the entrance.
“Oh my goodness I can’t believe this is finally happening! I’m so excited. Im going to go check you in then get you a wheel chair. Just sit down for a minute.” Pattie said then left to the check in counter.
You thought you would text Scooter and let him know what’s happening since he was always on his phone and he was practically like a father to you since your real one was a dead beat.
Y/N: hey Scooter. Just thought I’d let you know that the baby is coming soon. We just got the hospital and we are checking in now. I tried calling Justin but he didn’t answer so I left him a message. I’ll keep you updated as things move along.
Scooter: oh my goodness! I will be on a plane as soon as I can! Im so sorry we aren’t there for you at this moment Y/N. Justin is actually out at his after party right now but I know he will be back soon and when he gets back we will be on the first flight home. Stay strong. Love you kid.
Y/N: who’s he out with tonight? And I know how important Justins career and fans are to him so I get it that you guys have to go away. And I can’t wait to see you guys. The doctor is bringing the wheel chair to take me to my room so ill text you in a little bit.
*end of text convo*
The doctor had you grab all of your things and then he rolled you back into a hallway labeled labor and delivery and gave you a room. He asked you the normal question and took your heart rate and blood pressure and all that stuff then he had you put on a hospital gown. After you were done he came back and had to check how dilated you were and he said you were only at 2. Your contractions were really starting to hurt after the first hour and the doctor came and checked on you every so often.
“Honey I know it is hurting know but just think in a few hours you are going to be holding your beautiful baby girl in your arms.” Pattie said with a smile. You know she was trying to make you feel better but nothing was helping you at this point. You just wanted Justin to be here. Speaking of Justin, you never did see if Scooter texted you back about him.
Scooter: … he’s out with Hailey. But don’t work yourself up about it Y/N. They’re just friends.
Scooter: how are things going?
Scooter: Justin just got here
Scooter: we are heading to the airport now.
He was out with Hailey… he was out partying with some girl while you’re here in labor with his child.
The doctor had just came in and said you were dilated to a 9 so it would only be about 15 minutes until you had to push. Patties face lit up when the doctor said that. You told the doctors you wanted to have her in the room with you and so they gave her one of those outfit things and she went and got suited up. You decided to let all of the fans know what was happening since they’ve been so supportive throughout this whole pregnancy.
(Twitter) @Y/T/N: its time guys! Im going to deliver in a few minutes just thought I’d let you know <3
After twitter you decided to check instagram and you honestly went into shock when you saw Justins most recent picture. It was him and Hailey… kissing. You honestly wanted to break down in tears. Pattie walked in with a huge smile on her face but it instantly dropped when she the tears in your eyes.
“What’s wrong” she asked, giving you a hug. You handed her the phone, not being able to comprehend any words, and she looked speechless as she saw the picture.
“I am so sorry honey. You don’t deserve this. I promise he will be in big trouble when I see him. But right now you can’t worry about it. We have to go and deliver your baby” she said trying to make the situation better. It did put a little smile on your face. You’re really about to have a baby. The doctor wheeled you out on your gurney and took you to a delivery room. Even though Justin basically cheated on you, you wanted nothing more than for him to be by your side right now.
“Alright on 3 im going to need a big push okay? 1, 2, 3” the doctor said over and over as you pushed and pushed for what felt like hours. You had never felt so much pain in your entire life and you were just ready to get her out. Then all of the sudden you felt all of the pressure release out of your body and you knew she was here.
You heard the little cries and happy tears came to your eyes. The doctor handed her to you and she was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen in your entire life. You decided to name her Skylar Avalanna Bieber. After you had her for a minute the doctors had to take her away to wash her off and stuff. Pattie was standing there with a huge smile on her face and you gave her a huge smile back.
*1 hour later*
They still hadn’t brought your baby back and you were honestly starting to get worried. You and Pattie were just sitting there holding each other’s hands praying to god that your baby would be okay. Finally the doctor walked in with a sad face and your stomach dropped as he spoke.
“ I’m sorry miss but your baby didn’t make it. Her lungs filled with fluid and she couldn’t get any oxygen. We tried are best to drain the fluid but her heart gave out to quickly. This isn’t your fault it just happens sometimes. Im so sorry again miss. I leave you alone for a while. If you need me just push the button” he said and then left the room.
Pattie had tears streaming down her face but never the less sat up on the bed and just held you as you screamed and wailed and cried violently.
After about 2 hours of constant crying, your tears dried up and you just lay on the bed with the most broken heart you’d ever had. Eventually Pattie left the room to go and collect herself. A few minutes later you heard the door bust open and happy voices leak through.
Once they saw you they all got silent. You heard the doctor’s voice enter the room and tell them all to go out into the hallway.
“I’m really sorry to inform you guys of this but the baby didn’t make it.” He said then a huge wail came from you were assuming Justin’s mouth.
After a few minutes everyone slowly came in the room. No one spoke a word. I don’t think there is really anything you can say when this happens.
Justin walked over to you and tried to hug you but you pushed him away. Then something in you just became angry. Angry that he wasn’t here. He wasn’t here for you when you were giving birth to your daughter. He was out with some girl. Kissing some girl.
“So did you have fun with Hailey” you said as tears started flowing out of your eyes again. You looked over at all of them to see worried faces and Justin’s face just dropped.
“Did you have fun kissing that bitch while I was giving birth to our fucking daughter.” you said sitting up. Justin just stood there speechless and so did everyone else.
“Why weren’t you here Justin? Why for one god damn day couldn’t you just be there for me? I needed you and you weren’t here. You’re never here. I fucking hate you I hate you I hate you” you said hitting his chest over and over before finally collapsing into his arms and screaming.
“Why did this happen to us?” you asked Justin but he stayed silent just rubbing your back. Eventually everyone drifted over and hugged you while crying.
After a while everyone left the room except Justin. He just sat there holding your hand. You knew you shouldn’t forgive him but you needed him right now.
“I got to hold her you know. She was so beautiful. She looked just like you.” You said as a single stray tear left your eye. You looked at Justin to see tears falling out of his eyes.
“Im so sorry I wasn’t here for you. I would give up anything to have been able to see her just one time. Just to be able to hold her.” He said as tears were flowing from his eyes. You couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. This was his daughter too.
“Justin can you just hold me please” you said wanting nothing more than to be comforted by him at the moment. He nodded and laid down with you in the bed and wrapped him arms around you.
“I love you so much baby girl. Im so sorry this happened.” He said. You didn’t even have the energy to respond. You just felt dead inside knowing you would never be able to see or hold your daughter again.
You and Justin laid there all night in silence, letting out a tear every now and then. Neither of you could sleep. Even though you guys were both in so much pain you knew that you guys had to tell the fans who had probably been expecting baby pictures.
Twitter- @JustinBieber: Skylar Avalanna Bieber. 6 pounds. 3 ounces. 18 inches. R.I.P my baby girl. Daddy will miss you and love you forever.
Twitter- @Y/T/N- im sorry to inform you all but our baby girl skylar has passed away. Mommy will miss you forever and im sorry.
You both posted and got responses immediately with im sorry messages.
“What are we supposed to do now Justin” you said knowing that you were going to get discharged today. How were you going to just go on with life knowing the baby girl you carried inside you for nine months isn’t coming home with you?
“We just have to take it day by day. Be there for each other. Know that everything is going to be okay eventually” he says kissing your forehead.
“Nothing will ever be okay again” you said. You gave him a kiss hoping that it would somehow fill the void in your heart.
In that very moment you felt a little hand touch your cheek and you knew it was her. You knew that even though she wasn’t physically here, she was here. You knew she was safe with god and that you would see your again.
There were things Joe often wondered about his best friend, and one of those was the colour of her hair.
Since he and Y/N had met a few years back, she had always had a crazy colour for her hair colour, he had yet to see her with anything that was considered normal.
There wasn’t even pictures he could look at to compare the difference.
And it wasn’t like he didn’t enjoy the new colour every few months, ranging from pink to blue to a mermaid green that actually looked really cool. It was fun, and part of who she was, left him wondering if she was going to show up one day with a different colour of the rainbow.
But he also often found himself just staring over at her, trying to picture her as blonde, brunette, or even regular black hair, just as something different, because the crazy colours were no longer different to him.
“Joseph, you’re staring again.” Y/N giggled, tossing her hair up into a ponytail, smiling over at him.
“Am I? Sorry.” He smiled sheepishly.
“What were you thinking about this time?”
“Your hair again.”
“But of course,” She tilted her head back against the couch, “That’s usually where your mind goes.”
“Sorry,” Joe said again, scratching the back of his neck.
“It’s fine, I was thinking about it too, actually. I’m due for a new colour, this one’s fading.”
He took in the bubble gum pink locks, nodding.
“What colour you going for this time?”
“Well, I can’t tell you,” Y/N winked over at him, “That would ruin the surprise.”
“Every day with you is a surprise.” He rolled his eyes, laughing as she reached over to pinch him.
“You love it!”
A few days later, she waltzed into his flat, hair covered by a hat.
For one brief moment, Joe thought she had gone extreme and cut it all off, but then she took the hat off, allowing the freshly coloured hair to fall around her shoulders.
“Well?” She asked, smiling over at him.
“It’s normal.” He blurted out, staring over at his best friend in shock.
“Thought it was time for something new and exciting.”
“By dying it a normal colour?” He stepped closer, playing with the ends of her hair, “How is that exciting?”
“Because I haven’t done it before,” Y/N shrugged, “Therefore, new and exciting.”
“Alright, you’re being weird,” She took a step back, blushing lightly, “Does it look that bad?”
“No!” He shook his head, “Honestly, no. It’s just surprising! You look great, love, really.”
“It probably won’t last,” She admitted, lifting her fingers to run through her hair, “I’ll get bored.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything different from you.” He grinned over at her, “Although at least I know what you look like as a normal person.” He teased, laughing when she smacked him with her hat.
“Your hair colour doesn’t make you normal, Joseph!”
“You’re right. Besides, when have you ever been normal?”