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What Lovers Do: Part 3

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You have a friend with benefits relationship with the Winter Soldier himself: Bucky Barnes. You two have gotten the routine down: wake up, train, mission, come home, have sex, then act like nothing happened. It’s worked for you for a while now. But now that Bucky’s starting to see someone seriously, you don’t know what to do with yourself.

Warnings: angst

A/N: I heard “I Hate Myself for Loving You” by Joan Jett on the radio and this helped me write this chapter. 

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Originally posted by jlstreck

You avoided Bucky for weeks after the incident in the kitchen. Everyone noticed a change in you and no one, but Steve understood. They often questioned him about it, but he said it wasn’t right for him to tell. Bucky pleaded with Steve. Begged on his knees.

“Please, Steve. If she’s hurting, I want to help! Why won’t she let me help?!” 

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blazing arrows | pt. 5

❝The majority calls me Cupid, but, you can call me Jimin—I believe I owe you some debts for a mistake now long overdue.❞

⌲ genre: fluff, angst, future smut, & supernatural, au.

⌲ member: jimin feat. jungkookie

⌲ word count: 7.2 k

⌲ warnings: future mature content & shit tons of swearing.

↠ description: Stuck in what seemed to be unrequited relationship with Jeon Jungkook who just so happens to be in committed relationship with someone else as well, your heart was fragmented beyond any repair. So what exactly happens when you enter your room at 3 in the morning to find the culprit of your hellish misery, counting his gold-tipped arrows on the foot of your bed—wings outstretched and all?

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a month later.

“You look happy.”

If Min Yoongi’s looks could kill, there was no doubt Kim Taehyung would’ve been dead on the spot. Face planted on his damned two packet Splenda, two quarter teaspoon vanilla, and three spoons of cinnamon induced complicated ass coffee, you hoped to yourself as you stared incredulously at the boy across you, wondering how preposterous his previous remark was, no doubt a meme-worthy expression plastered on your face, own mug stopping midair.

“Well, I didn’t exactly spend my time moping and crying myself to sleep, Tae, for your information,” you rolled your eyes, putting down the glass on the table, Where the hell was Park Jimin?

“I just thought—y'know, it’s been like a month since—”

“Shut the fuck up, Taehyung,” Yoongi groaned, “Doesn’t mean she got her heart broken she has to deal with that shit, crying and isolating herself from the rest of the human race, which, if I’m not mistaken, something you did when that girl from your university who you claimed to be your girlfriend asked who the fuck you were.”

Taehyung pouted, scooting himself closer to the window to distance himself from Yoongi who was rolling his eyes, the younger one protesting all his might to defend his close-to-none dignity. Throwing your head back, you were left with nothing to do but laugh at Yoongi’s mock expression to Taehyung who was muttering incoherently about how he ended up with friends that has a rock for a heart and another with a solid fucking ice.

What Taehyung said after all hit you. If the circumstances would have been different and whatever happened with Jungkook, well, happened, you would’ve been miserable as miserable could ever get—you wouldn’t have been happy and probably soothing your heartache away with nothing but series marathons that would probably run for three days without the word “sleep” in your vocabulary, enveloped in a sea of trash of junk foods and several tubs of ice creams, along the undoubtedly snot-filled tissues you would have thrown wherever and the long list of missed calls and gazillion unread messages from friends and family that wondered if you had disappeared from the face of the Earth.

And it really would’ve been like that if it weren’t for a certain sweet fluffball named Park Jimin.

Days ensuing that one shitty day, Jimin had tirelessly made sure that not even a drop nor a faint trace of sadness was made known to your haze-filled brain; cooking you breakfast every morning—despite your fervent request for him not to after finding the numerous stack of burnt pancakes on the garbage bin and how the kitchen was absolutely and utterly trashed—but you were really grateful for the mini pancakes that had whipped cream on top, shaped into miniature eyes and lips that smiled at you every morning, taking home take-out coffee from your favorite coffee shop that was not even remotely close to your neighborhood after his so-called “jog” that has fallen into his tight routine now, along the bag of chocolate cookies that was sold on the other end of town from where the cafe was, little notes attached at the bag with Jimin’s adorable scribble of a handwriting and the tiny animations he never forgets to put in the corner.

As much you deemed it corny and a little bit cliched, you can’t deny that the numerous random little notes that Jimin leaves every where in the house—may it be in the corner of the milk carton inside the fridge—the little notes now had their own little space in the corner of your dresser box.

“Have you ever talked to him? You know, since then,” Yoongi asked, biting on to his brownie.

“Twice,” you shrugged, “The last one was last night actually. He asked me about our Christmas party tonight. The little fuck actually asked if I was fine with him being around, like shit, we’ve always celebrated Christmas together, like hell would I let out little falling apart break that. And, this is where it gets interesting. He asked me about you two shitheads. Have you been ignoring him?”

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Sparks Chapter 13

Originally posted by thespoilerwitchblog

Pairing: Bucky(POV) X Reader(POV) ft. other characters from the avengers team

Word Count: 3.3K

Summary: Bucky and y/n go to a children’s birthday party! Bucky’s arm getting poked and prodded by little toddlers. 

A/N: This is a story about two people building a great friendship and then slowly falling in love. y/n is a strong, independent, and smart scientist. She meets Bucky when she wakes him up from cryo sleep and they become friends. This is going to have all the angst / best friends falling in love / fluff / drama / & eventual smut ;) that I can possibly fit in it. This fic is going to be looong! So far my document is like 40,000 words. So editing is hard If you catch any grammatical or formatting errors let me know.

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Jughead x Reader: Save Me From Myself (Part 2)

Warnings: suicidal thoughts, pregnancy
Requested: yes

Part 1

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Title: Just the Three of Us (Part 23.)


Part 1. - Part 2.  - Part 3. - Part 4. - Part 5. - Part 6. - Part 7. - Part 8. - Part 9. - Part 10. - Part 11. - Part 12. - Part 13. - Part 14. - Part 15. - Part 16. - Part 17. - Part 18. - Part 19. - Part 20. - Part 21. - Part 22.

Character(s): Negan, Simon, and Dwight
Negan and Simon try to track down where you could have gone, while Dwight makes a difficult decision.
Word Count: 2,248
Warning: None.
Author’s Note: I contemplated on making Dwight the bad guy, or the good guy, and immediately went with the latter. I wanted to have Negan and Simon reunite with the Reader, so the wives could get what’s coming to them hehe. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Big things are coming ;-)

Negan was pacing in his office, holding Lucille tightly in his grasp. Since you ‘left,’ Negan hadn’t gotten a good night’s sleep. It had only been a day, but there looming thoughts of you leaving, and surviving past these walls kept him up at night. He wondered if you were still alive, but he hoped that whatever happened to you, he would get the answers for.

He was due for a meeting with the Saviors in the courtyard. There was no way that you could have left, so he decided to send out a search party within the walls. Negan wanted to make sure that whoever was responsible will cower with fear, knowing that he was going to find out one way or another.

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Fly (Fred Weasley x Reader)

Request: Reader never being able to conjure a patronous until Fred is in danger and she thinks of the time he drunkenly confessed to being in love with her (which she never brought up because she thinks he didn’t mean it) but after she saves him he kisses her and fluff ?

Idk why my Fred Imagines turn out so long every time lol. Kinda went wild with this request, sorry I strayed from the plot a whole lot. I have a tendency to do that. Hope you enjoy!

To preface: this takes place the beginning Deathly Hallows, then the memories are in Order of The Phoenix.

“C'mon we’re going on brooms!” you shouted to Fred as the group made their way out of Privit Drive.

“Now…” started Remus, talking like you’re a toddler. “You have to make sure you two get to your portkey in time.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbing your Cleansweep.

“I’ll think about it, Lupin.” You said back with a grin.

You looked over your shoulder at the Harry who was wearing Fred’s clothes.

“We have to head out”

He was smirking as he usually did at you that usually gave you butterflies, but seeing him as Harry made your skin crawl.

“See you all soon” you shouted. Everyone waved or said simple goodbyes, not wanting them to linger.

“Whaddya think of my new look, (Y/N)?” Fred asked, winking.

You made a small vomit noise, making him laugh. You both lifted off, flying low to avoid attention.

“You nervous?” You asked more seriously after a few silent minutes.

“Not with a badass Auror by my side.”

You chuckled “Barely”

“Well, you’re stronger than me, I run a joke shop!” He said with an encouraging laugh.

When the laughter died down, the silence made your heart race. Maybe it was the deatheathers that were surely near or the closeness of the Harry next to you. No, you thought to yourself. He doesn’t fell the same.

“How does it feel to be Harry?” You asked, breaking the uneasy quiet.

“Not much different, really. Just less devilishly handsome.” He said with a smirk.

“I wouldn’t say that” you said, shoving his shoulder slightly. Did your eyes deceive you or did you see his grin falter?

He let out a chuckled that was supposed to be friendly but sounded sort of cold.

“Hey, now’s your only chance to kiss the chosen one if you’d like”

Your heart stopped at this and you felt your face heating. He joking, you thought, he’s Fred, of course he’s joking.

“Well I-I”

Suddenly a green flash flew by your face, you ducked with a shriek. Fred looked at you with wide eyes.

“It’s okay, we’ll lose them through the forest” you whispered the plan, looking over your shoulder and seeing two huge death eaters on brooms.

Fred just nodded, pulling out his wand. You both dipped into the forest, weaving through trees, death eaters close behind you.

“I know where we are, there’s a hidden cave coming up on your left, it looks like a rock but it’s like the platform.” Fred whispered, breathlessly.

Understanding his plan you took a sharp left after him. The death eaters headed straight pass you, your heart felt like it would explode as you hurdled into the seemly solid rock.

You stumbled off of your broom into a dark cave.

“You okay?” Fred asked, gathering himself.

“I’ve been better” you answered, trying to catch your breath.

Your breathing stopped as you heard two gruff voices outside the cave. You and Fred froze, eyes locked on each other.

You pulled out your wand and whispered a number of protection spells, causing the seemingly solid rock to become solid, the voices died away.

“We should be okay” you whispered “How do you know about this cave?”

“Sirius used it, dad told me. I wasn’t positive this was it, but I’m thankful it is”

You scoffed, dumbfounded

“You weren’t sure that this was the cave!?” you yelled.

“Well, not exactly-” he started

“So you could have just sent us hurdling into a solid rock and killed us both?!”

“We would have died anyway”

You felt like crying and laughing at the same time.

“A risky game, you playing with my life, Weasley” you said with a sigh.

Fred looked at his watch and jumped.

“Shit! We missed the portkey.” He groaned “Mum is gonna be worried sick”

“Oh Merlin, Remus is going to kill me” you said with a whine

“When I think about it, we’re not too far, we can probably get to the Burrow within 2-3 hour or so without anymore bloody death eaters” Fred grumbled the last bit.

Silence fell for a moment, all you heard was breathing and your pounding heart. “Alright, we’d better go” you said with a burst of confidence, grabbing your broom and handing him his.

You disarmed the protection spells and pushed through the rock. The light of the moon casted a silvery glow around the forest, you looked over at Fred and saw, well Fred.

“You changed back” you commented.
“Oh!” Fred exclaimed, looking down at himself.

“I didn’t even notice”

You flew in the direction Fred gestured.

“I guess your only chance to kiss the chosen one passed.” he said with a mock frown.

“What a shame” you said rolling your eyes.

The way he smiled at you made you shiver, his eyes shone through the darkness, reflecting the light of the crescent moon.

As you flew through the forest you couldn’t help but think if he like you. You two had gone to Hogwarts together but you finished out your seventh year and became an Auror.

You scraped by, barely passing. You couldn’t even conjure a patronus. But, you were an Auror nonetheless.

Anyways, In Hogwarts you two were very close. So close in fact, everyone believed you two to be together but, you weren’t. Except for one night. But, you didn’t really like to think about that.

After Fred and George left to open Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes you grew apart, like many friends do. This left a sort of hole in your heart that pained you deeply every time you saw him. But he doesn’t know, and he certainly doesn’t feel the same.

“Do you feel that?” You heard Fred ask, breaking you from your thoughts. “Do you?” He asked again.

“Yes” you replied, breathlessly.

“I think it’s a dementor” he said frightened.

You snapped out of your daze.

“What?!” you shout whispered.

“Behind us! (Y/N), hurry!” He shouted as you two zipped through the trees, you felt bursts of freezing air on the back of your neck.

Suddenly, you felt the body that was so close to you, vanish. You looked down to see Fred on his back, his soul being sucked out by a huge, terrifying dementor.

You jumped off your broom and whipped out your wand. You hand was shaking furiously. ‘Think, just think’ you flashed
back to what Harry said in DA and your Auror training.

'Happy thought, happy thought, any happy thought’

Your mind was crowded by fear, Fred looked dead under the dementor. You had to save him, time was running out. Suddenly, a memory played in your mind’s eye.

—in the memory—-

It was after a huge quiddich match between Slytherin and Gryffindor and of course Gryffindor won.

There was a raging party but you, not being much of a drinker, hung out in the corner with a few friends. After everyone had cleared out, either passed out, sleeping, or shagging. There was only one person left on the couch, a very inebriated Fred Weasley.

You walked over to him, chuckling.

“Looks like you had a fun night” you said, gesturing to his state.

He looked up and you and smiled “I-I love seeing your face” he slurred.

You blushed madly.

“Let’s get you up to bed” you said grabbing his arm and pulling him up.

You gave a sour face when the alcohol smell hit your nose.

“Can’t I sleep in your bed? I’m a danger to myself and others.” Fred asked, giving you puppy eyes and pulling you toward the girls dorm.

“You can’t go in the girls dorm, remember?” you said, shaking your head.

He laughed “I can disarm that in my sleep”

He stumbled as he pulled you to the door and muttered a few spells.

“C'monnnn” he slurred, practically dragging you up the stairs. He stopped at your door and went to turn the knob.

“Wait!” you hissed, pulling his arm away.
“Let me check first” you peeked in the doorway and found all your roommates gone, probably in the boy’s dorm.

You walked in and Fred trailed after you.

“Wait. How did you know which door was mine?”

Fred wiggled his eyebrows “I know everything, love”

This made you scoff, you turned much more serious when you realized Fred had started to strip.

“Woah, woah, woah, what are you doing!?” you shrieked, trying to look away but you couldn’t pull your eyes from his toned chest that was splattered in freckles.

When Fred was left just in his boxers he noticed your stare. He broke out in a smile.

“Like what you see?”

He attempted to saunter over to you but stumbled. You chuckled.

“How about we get you to bed?” You asked guiding him over to your red four poster, pulling the comforter back and letting him settle in.

He grinned lazily at you, “Thanks, Mum” and like a five year old snuggled into the covers.

You looked around and figured you’d just take Angelina’s bed, 'must be with George’ you thought making you feel a twinge jealously.

You sat on her bed and started taking off your shoes when Fred sat up, looking confused at you.

“Oi, what do you think you’re doing?”

“Getting ready for bed” you stated.

“Listen, I know it’s kind of awkward because I just, um… called you Mum and all, but I was thinking more like, us sharing a bed.”

Your brows scrunched, you felt your heart pound furiously in your chest.

“Unless you don’t want to” he added.

You gathered all your courage. Hell, you’re a Gryffindor for Godric sake you have the balls to sleep in the same bed as your crush. Crush? You never really though of him as a crush until now, but the feeling in your heart make you want to run over there, grab his face, and kiss him.

But of course, that’s crazy, you just stood, walked over and slipped under the covers next to him.

You turned to face Fred and could practically see the haze of alcohol in his eyes.

He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you to his chest.

“Is this okay?” He murmured, face inches from yours.

Merlin, even drunk off his ass he’s considerate.

“Yeah” you breathed. Your heart was in your throat, you tried to slow your breathing.

“Good” he whispered, slowly shutting his eyes.

You couldn’t help but feel disappointed, the romantic in you expected a bit more to happen, not a lot more, just a bit.

You sighed slightly and let your eyes close. The heat radiating off him was inhumane, you’d never felt more safe than right then, in his arms.


You heard softly, your eyes were too heavy to open now.


“I love you”

Your breathing stopped, you felt a burst of energy as you flicked open your eyes to find his staring right back at you.

“I love you, too”

The words just fell from your lips before you could think. Fred’s face split into a grin, biting his lip.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling you flush to each other. Fred looked in your eyes for a moment and before you could say anything else, kissed you so softly and sweetly you could have melted.

—back to present—-

You shook your head back to the scene in front of you, you were so lost in your thoughts you hadn’t seen the ( your patronus) silvery, and beautiful burst from your wand and chase the dementor into the forest.

You ran over to Fred and dropped to your knees.

“Fred, are you okay?!” You asked frantically, holding his face.

“(Y/N)” was all he choked out before he slumped.

The sight of him pale and limp made you hyperventilate. You let out a strangled gasp as you searched your mind for a healing spell. Your mind was too fogged with worry so you brought your flat hand back and slapped his across the face.

“AGH!” Fred woke with a start, holding his cheek. “Bloody hell, Women!”

“You’re okay” was all you could say, that’s was you were thankful for.

“You conjured a patronus?” He asked eagerly. You smiled finally and nodded.

“Wow, that’s bloody wicked. What was it?” He asked.

“My patronus? It was a ( your patronus)”

Fred’s eyes brightened quickly then tried to mask it with a confused look.

“What?” you asked

“It’s just, that’s um… my patronus too”

“We have the same…” you started, Fred just nodded.

“Let’s get to the Burrow” you said bluntly, standing.

Fred was silent for a moment then scrambled up.

“Yeah, let’s get home”

The rest of the trip was quiet and awkward. Fred kept sending bewildered glances at you that you just tried to ignore. But, eventually you got to the Burrow. The welcome was desperate and thankful. Remus was so happy to see you alive he didn’t even get mad about missing the portkey. All the happiness died away when you saw George and news of Moody’s fate arrived. You decided to get Fred out of your mind, this war was a lot more important than your love life.

—A couple weeks later—

One Sunday morning Fred finally caught you alone in the kitchen, which he’s been trying desperately to do for the past 2 weeks.

“(Y/N)” he sighed simply as you tried to push past him.

“Be quick Fred, I have things to do”

“We can’t not talk about the patronus thing”

“What is there to talk about!? So, we have the same one. There’s only so many animals out there, a few people are bound to have the same patronus. Are we done!?”

You felt you face get heated, you didn’t want to talk about this.

“That’s not the way it works and you know that!” Fred shouted, when he realized his harshness, his face softened.

“Did I do something to you? If I did I’m sorry, I-I-”

“You didn’t do anything, Fred. That’s kind it”

“I didn’t do anything?” He asked, looking completely baffled at you.

You thought back to the memory that conjured your patronus, and the morning after.

That morning after that you tried relentlessly to knock out of your head.

Why couldn’t it just stop there? With 'I love yous’ and kisses? That’s not the way life really works.


You woke up and stretched out your arms, reaching for the face you couldn’t wait to see, but met only empty sheets.

You sat up, looking around confused.

“Morning, (Y/N)!” pipped a merry Angelina.

“I cannot wait to tell you about last night” she looked practically giddy.

“I can’t wait to hear” you respond, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. The look of disappointment on your face was obvious.

“Are you okay?” Angelina asked, suddenly concerned.

“Yeah, oh yeah. Just had a weird dream.”

“Oh, okay well. George of course was a perfect gentleman and after the party..”

her voice drifted off as you began to think. It really didn’t seem like a dream, it couldn’t have been.

You looked around on the floor for some piece of evidence causing Angelina to stop her story and looked confused at you.

Suddenly, you saw it. You grabbed Fred’s beater jersey and gripped it in your fist, happy for a moment when you confirmed your dream was real.

The happiness faded quickly and a deep sinking feeling came as your realize what this meant.

He left, and in such a hurry that he forgot his jersey. He didn’t love you, he didn’t care about you. He was drunk.

“(Y/N)? Is that Fred’s?” Angelina asked, when she didn’t get an answer she continued “Ooo, looks like I wasn’t the only one who had fun last nigh, huh?”

You felt tears slip down your cheeks, you gripped the jersey to your chest and turned to your friend who immediately knew that something was wrong.

She looked pitifully at you as you began to cry harder. She reached her arms out and pulled you into a silent hug. You pulled away, kicking yourself for letting this upset you so much. He was drunk, for Merlin sake he was probably just trying to shag but passed out before he could go farther. You feel on your bed and sobbed into your pillow. He made you realize your love for him, and when you thought for a moment he loved you too, it was ripped away.

—back to the present—

“(Y/N)!” Fred shouted, holding onto your shoulders, trying to look into your eyes, that you didn’t realize tears had slipped out of.

“Fred!” you shouted right back.

You knew he must not remember, when you went to breakfast that morning he chatted with you like normal, like nothing happened, like he never loved you.

“I-I love you” he stammered.

“No, you don’t” you said shaking your head, trying to push him away.

“Yes, I do”

“No, you’re drunk, Fred, you’re drunk” the phrase you repeated to yourself every time you thought he might love you fell from your lips.

“(Y/N), I am stone cold sober and I love you”

“I-I don’t believe you” you whispered, lips trembling.

“Why? He whispered back, dropping his grip on your shoulders.

"There was this night” you stated, “yeah?” he asked, gesturing for you to continue.

“And, well.. some things happened that you don’t remember and…”


“Well, you-you broke my heart, Fred.”

Your voice broke and you looked at him through tear filled eyes. You’d never seen Fred look this way, like a knife had gone through his chest. He pulled you to him and hugged you tightly.

“I’m so sorry, please forgive me. It hurts me so much, I love you” You took a deep breath. You couldn’t help it.

“I love you too.” you whispered.

You felt his heart pump faster as he took in your words. He pulled away, you still in his arms.

“Really?” He asked, desperately.

“Really, a lot. Maybe too mu-mmh”

You were cut off by his lips on yours in a passionate kiss.

Suddenly, all your pain from that memory washed away, that feeling of having love dangle in front of your face then it ripped from your fingers.

His lips felt like heaven, the soft peck you got on the night was nothing compared to the feeling of this kiss.

“Eh-hem” you heard loudly.

Fred reluctantly pulled his lips from yours and snapped his head around, obviously angry at being disturbed.

You looked over his shoulder to see George, all bandaged but grinning widely.

“I am wholly gratified at this sight” he said proudly emphasizing 'wholly.’

Fred chuckled coldly before walking over and sharply whispering “You better go back up those stairs before I rip your other ear off”

“Oh, yikes. Sorry 'bout that” he looked past Fred and nodded at you.

“Morning, (Y/N)”

“Morning George”

Looking at Fred he backed up the stairs.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t contrHOLE myself”

Fred rolled his eyes, pushing him up the stairs.

“That barely even works, get the bloody hell out of here!”

George left with a wink. You couldn’t control your laughter.

“He’s not even funny” said Fred with a smile as he walked back to you.

“I’m funny” he said confidently, resting his hands on your hips.

“Funny looking” you replied, raising your eyebrows.

Fred groaned “Not you too”

You giggled, “I have some more of you’d like”

“Oh, Merlin no” Fred said quickly before he covered your mouth with his.

You brought your hands to his face and he wrapped his arms tighter around you. The kiss you two shared that night, you felt as if you could melt, but this time you felt like you could fly. For miles and miles, forever with Fred.

Once Upon a Quarantine

by: mldrgrl
Rated: PG
Summary: for @txf-fic-chicks post-ep/missing scene challenge - At the end of Firewalker, Mulder reports that they are in day 4 of a month long, mandatory quarantine.  So, what was that like?  Thank you @sunflowerseedsandscience for narrowing things down for me!

After the first week of the quarantine, they relaxed our decon status to level 3.  It still meant the same checks, same blood samples, same fluid samples, same vitals taken, just less often.  The week after that, they relaxed it even further down to level 2.  Which was still the same tests, less often, only this time the personnel weren’t required to wear masks.  At the very least, Scully and I weren’t isolated.  Not from each other, anyway.  

Those first two weeks we were kept in a ward resembling a hospital, complete with adjustable beds and every kind of monitor known to man.  It was just us, ten empty beds between us, and a rotating staff of CDC doctors and nurses who were pretty excited about a possible fungal contamination when we first arrived, but quickly grew bored with our complete lack of presentation of any symptom and generally left us alone if they weren’t drawing blood.

Scully read a lot.  They had a whole library of material to choose from to keep us biohazards from going stir crazy, but Scully wasn’t the type to sit down with the newest Michael Crichton novel.  She requested textbooks on pathology to kill time.  I would rather swallow nails than read a textbook.  I did get to consult on some behavioral profiles that were sent over for me to offer input on, so I did get something done.  One evening, I amused myself by turning on all twelve TVs in the room to MTV, turning out the lights, and tried to convince Scully to come party in Club Quarantine.  I even sweet talked one of the nurses into providing me with a tray of test tubes and I filled them with gatorade.  Scully humored me by doing one shot and then went back to her little corner of textbooks while I played air guitar to some new Aerosmith video.

I wasn’t worried about a fungal contamination at all.  From what we witnessed out at the institute, we’d have been long showing signs by now if we were exposed.  What I was worried about, was Scully.  In all honesty, I didn’t think it was a good idea for her to return to work so quickly, but she was adamant about it.  And though she cleared her physical tests and her recertification training, I just thought that taking a break to deal with the abduction, which she has no memory of, would be wise.  The only reason I agreed to sign off on her reinstatement was because it meant I could keep an eye on her myself.

I don’t know if she knows it, but she’s had nightmares almost every night since we’ve been here.  I’m not much of a sleeper, so I stayed up late watching TV down on my end, volume low, and I could hear her soft whimpers from across the room.  I didn’t really know what to do, but I didn’t want to wake her.  What exactly would I say, for one thing?  And if I know Scully, she’d be so mortified she may not sleep again the entire month if she knew I saw her like that.  I suppose the cat would’ve been out of the bag if she was more like me and woke up shouting, but she just whimpered with a furrowed brow.  I put my hand on her shoulder and eventually she relaxed.

Three nights in a row I was pulled from bed by the same whimpering cry and then nothing for the next four nights.  Towards the end of the second week it was happening more frequently and multiple times a night.  She never woke up and I never did more than touch her shoulder and wait for her to stop.

The third week of quarantine, they moved us into a unit that was more like a hotel.  It had a separate bedroom and a pull out couch and a kitchenette.  Gentleman that I am, I gave Scully the bedroom and I took the pull out couch.  It wasn’t all that comfortable, but the only TV in the place was in the little living room and I could make do.  The best thing about the new digs was that they let us make requests for groceries and it turned out that Scully actually likes to cook things.  She also wasn’t half-bad, even if she prefered things that are rather bland.

Now that we had a real room and a VCR, Scully grew less interested in her textbooks and started joining me for movies at night.  Most of the time, she went to bed before they were over and considering she shut the door to the bedroom, I have no idea if the nightmares continued.

We were in the home stretch with only a week to go of this imprisonment when she fell asleep next to me during movie night.  Another nice thing about the new stage of quarantine was they let us wear actual pajamas instead of hospital scrubs and she had on this pair of pinstriped flannel pj’s that looked pretty cozy.  I had stretched out on the pull out, propped up by cushions and pillows and Scully curled up on her side, propped up on her elbow.  I saw her lay down at one point, but I didn’t realize she was asleep until the nightmare started.

It was just a little whimper and I picked up the remote to mute the TV.  The light from the TV made her skin glow and I could see a tear trickling from the corner of her eye and glistening down the inside line of her nose.  

“Shit,” I whispered.

Crying was something else.  She hadn’t cried before and my heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vice.  It brought back memories of nights when Samantha was little and she’d run to my room after having a nightmare, after our mother had told her one too many times to go back to bed.  I would hug her and tuck her back into bed and look in the closet for monsters until one night when I’d just gotten too old and impatient to deal with an annoying little sister who came running every time she heard a noise.  I told her to stop being a baby and stop barging into my room and I don’t know what she did to comfort herself after that because less than a year later, she was gone forever.  If I’d known then what I know now, I never would’ve turned her away.  

Scully isn’t Samantha.  I can’t hug her and tuck her in and pretend to have a bottle of super potent monster repellent hidden under the bed to chase all the bad guys away.  I can’t tuck her in and tell her I’ll stay until she falls asleep.  Scully isn’t seven and she doesn’t hero worship me and think I can do no wrong.

So, I did what I’d done the first weeks of quarantine and I put my hand on Scully’s shoulder, but still she whimpered and still the tears continued to trickle.  I wondered what the nightmares were about.  The abduction?  Something else?  I wished she’d confide in me, but honestly, one of my biggest fears  since she’d been returned to me was that she blamed me for what happened.  I wasn’t there to answer my phone.  I didn’t track Duane Barry down in time to stop it from happening.  And I spent months looking, but still I never found her. I’d understand if she didn’t trust me anymore, but I really wanted a chance to earn it back.

Suddenly, Scully gave a jerk and her eyes opened.  She shivered and her eyes rolled in confusion.  Her breathing was quick and shallow.

“It’s okay,” I said, quietly, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“Mulder?” she whispered, voice thin and breathless.

“Unfortunately.  You okay?”

“Fine,” she whispered.  “I’m fine.”

“Bad dream?”

She pulled at the collar of her shirt a little and smoothed her hand up and down her throat as she nodded slightly.  She brushed her hand across her cheek and then pulled her fingers away and a look of surprise crossed her face when they came away wet.  

“I don’t remember,” Scully answered.

“Was it about the spores?”

“I don’t know.”

Scully curled her body up a little tighter and I was surprised she hadn’t already gotten up to leave.  I was hesitant to do it, but I put my hand on her head.

“If you wanted to talk at all,” I said.  “We can.”

“I told you, I don’t remember.”

“Not just about the dreams, about anything.”

“I meant the abduction,” she said, quietly, her eyes slipping shut.  “I don’t remember.”

I moved my hand away and put it in my lap.  “I know.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, Scully.”

She took a deep breath and sighed as she exhaled.  She shifted slightly and curled up a little bit more.  Quietly, I leaned forward and grabbed the blanket from where it was folded at the end of the bed.  I opened it up and draped it over her, adjusting it over her shoulders so she wouldn’t be cold.  She sighed again and one of her arms flopped out towards me.  Slowly, I leaned back again and when a few minutes passed and she hadn’t moved, I reached down and put my hand in hers.  Her fingers twitched and reflexively curled over mine.  There weren’t any more nightmares for her the rest of the night.

The End

A Few Drinks Wont Matter ~ Harry Styles Imagine

After weeks of your friends begging you to get out of your house and come for a drink with them you agreed.  You hadn’t left your house for over a month apart from the necessities such as, going to work and getting food in if you had no food left and no money to order any in.  The reason you were like this was being of one reason, well… one person. Harry had broken up with you just over a month ago because you apparently could not handle the life that he lived; going out every day, drinking, him being away on tour or promoting his album.  To be honest you thought he was chatting out of his arse.  Mainly because all you had ever done was promoted him on your twitter and you even urged him to go to soundchecks or interviews every day to promote his album.  You believed all he was trying to do was look for a reason to break up with you, this then led to what was happening now.  After a few weeks of you staying in your flat and crying over Harry, your friends had tried to get you out into clubs.  Trying to stop you from being alone and thinking about him all the time. But, you knew considering the situation you are in, to then add drink into the occasion would not be a good mix. So, you refused.  For weeks, you told them that you were busy, they knew this was a lie but they didn’t want to push you into something you did not want to do.

They wanted you to enjoy yourself, and if you had to lie and say you were busy they knew you wouldn’t enjoy your night out.  But, now was different.  You had decided after seeing so many photos of Harry with a new girl it was time you started to move on as well.  Also, a part of you hoped that him seeing you moving on would maybe make him want you more. Obviously deep down you knew this was not the case, but it was worth the chance, right?

You made sure to go shopping just before you went out that night.  Realising because you and Harry did not really go out much to clubs because everyone would recognise him, you had no ‘clubbing’ attire.  This did mean though that you were able to go out and go shopping, which you had not done for a while.  You grabbed a few dresses and made your way to the dressing room. Snapping a few photos and sending them to your friends they helped you choose a tight just above your knee dress which you adored.  You then made your way to the cashier to pay.

“That will be £55 please” You handed over your money and made your way out of the shopping centre only to be stopped just before stepping out by a few girls.

“Oh my God, are you Y/N?!” one asked

“Yes, I am it’s nice to meet you” you smiled down at them.  They only looked around 14 years of age, they asked for a few photos with you which you agreed before finally departing out and getting into your car and heading off back to your home.  After being with Harry for over 4 years the fans had been in your life ever since the beginning.  You loved all of them and they did the same.  You made sure that Harry did regular livestreams knowing you used to love it when they did them before you met Harry and made sure he did regular follow sprees so that his fans had a chance for that follow.  You did everything in your power to help, but obviously to him that was not enough.

You wiped a stray tear which had escaped your eyes and made your way inside your flat to get ready for the night. The flat you lived in was tiny compared to what you had before, considering how quick it all happened you did not have anywhere to live so you had to find somewhere which was cheap and that would allow you to move in the next week while Harry was away on a small tour. He offered to give you money to find somewhere better but you did not want anything from him if you could not have him.  Trying to get him out of your mind you made your way over to your stereo and turned on your radio high as possible.

You then made your way over to your dressing table to start your make up for the evening, you had a few hours to get ready which was more than enough for you as you had already done your hair before you went out before.  You continued doing you make up better than you had ever done it before, just as you did your winged eye liner your phone flashed indicating your friends were on their way to pick you up in the cab.  You grabbed your phone off charge and your bag with your purse inside. Sprayed your perfume and body spray on and made sure everything was turned off before making your way down to the door locking it behind you.  You walked outside being greeted with your friends smiling at you.

“Jesus Y/N you look fucking beautiful”

“I agree, girl you are fire”

“Thank you, guys, I thought I had to try considering I am going out with you bombshells” you laughed and quickly hugged them before making your way into the taxi quickly.  

“Are you excited to be finally coming out?” Y/B/F asked

“I actually am like I think I needed that time for myself and now I am fully ready to see what else is out there for me, four years is a long time but I have a lot longer left of my life to meet even better people” you smiled, half of that was true.  You wanted to be ready but part of you knew that if Harry wanted you back you would jump at the chance.

“Good on you girl” your friends cheered as you made your way out the taxi and into the club.  Everything with this was abnormal to you considering how long it had been that you had stepped inside of one.  You did go clubbing with your friends when Harry was on tour, but you wanted to make sure when he was free or that when he was home that you spent every day with him that you possibly could, seems like that is all a waste now.  Smiling you went to the bar and got your friends a drink, making sure that yours was not that strong as you did not want to get drunk tonight.  Well, that is what you said to yourself at the beginning. But, your friends continued to buy drinks and with the music flowing you wanted them to believe that you were finally getting over Harry so you continued to drink.  A lot.

So much that you had to tell your friends at 2 am that you needed to head home.  You could not consume anymore without falling over a flat pavement so you called your taxi and they were outside in minutes.  You hugged your friend’s goodbye and headed outside to your taxi. Considering how intoxicated you were you had forgot about a lot of things, one of them being where you lived. Another being that it was not with Harry anymore.  You slurred out to the taxi driver Harry’s address and sat back relaxed waiting for the taxi to stop.  No one could blame you for forgetting.  Considering it had only been a month and this was the first time you had been drunk without Harry, it was an automatic response.

You paid the driver and made your way up to the steps which led to the apartment.  Remerging through your bag for the keys you could not find them, obviously considering you had given them to him.  Well threw them at him as soon as you got news that he did not want you anymore.  You banged on the door only wanting to get into bed and sleep, with no lights on inside you continued to bang until the living room lights came on.  You knew he was coming because you heard him swear as soon as he was in earshot behind the door.  He unlocked the door expecting anyone, literally anyone but you.  But, seeing you there drunk something tugged at his heart strings.  He had been the same as you the past month.  Regretting his decisions and hated himself for leaving you.  He was going to tell you that he made a mistake and he wanted you back, but he saw the photo you took in the morning with fans and you looked so happy, he did not want to ruin that by coming back to you.

“Y/N what are you doing here?” he said with a raspy voice, you could tell he’d been asleep before you came which made you feel bad.

“I live here stupid, plus I want to sleep so can you move out the way” you groaned

“Y/N you have not lived here for over a month, can you not remember” as soon as he said that you realised and everything that had happened came back to you.

“Shit, I am so sorry I should not be here I’ll go”

“No, Y/N you can stay here for the night and go home tomorrow I cannot allow you to go home this late its almost 4 in the morning”

“Okay” you agreed you did not want to fight with him anymore, you still loved him so any time you could have with him you wanted to keep close to you.  You made your way inside remembering where everything was you grabbed yourself some orange juice knowing that helped your hangover.  “I am sorry for being here it’s just an automatic response when I am drunk and someone asks where I live.”

“It’s okay, I wanted to see you anyway you look good after everything of course” Harry said while scratching the back of his neck, a nervous habit that you had learned over the years.

You scoffed “I look good?  Don’t make me laugh. I have been a mess and still am. My friends forced me to go out because for the past month I have been crying my eyes out not being able to function. My business is being looked after by my assistant and I have lost over a stone in weight because all I have been able to eat is melons, because they were your favourite fruit.  So please do not tell me I look good because I am not feeling it right now.  I have missed a boy a boy who could not give two shits about my feelings so you know what, I should be feeling amazing to finally get rid of you like you said. But, shockingly I have not so do not talk shit Harry because if I look good right now you obviously do not know who I am.  I mean it must have been a lot easier for you, now you can get with as many girls as you want.”  You had no filter, the drinks that were still in your system allowed you to say what you have wanted to say for a long time.

“What do you mean easy for me?! This has been the worse time of my life Y/N.  I have not been able to function because I have let the one thing that meant more to me than anything in this whole entire universe.  I allowed my own insecurities shape how I feel about you and allowed myself to leave you.  I am sorry if that seems easy for you, but to me this has been a nightmare”

You stood there shocked.  To be honest you had not thought about how Harry would feel.  Now that you know you did not feel as though you wanted too.  You sighed and washed up your cup, feeling Harry’s present behind you still.  You made your way to the bathroom to wash your make up off and found that your tooth brush was still there as well as your make up wash.  “I could not find the will to throw them, it made me feel like you were still here for some reason” Harry sighed before making his way up to the bedroom.  The alcohol that you had in your system was no longer there and you were fully aware at what was going on.  You found some part of you happy that you had said the wrong address, but another part of you unsure at how you should act.  After you were ready to sleep you made your way to the bedroom which Harry handed you your old PJs which you forgot to take with you.  The bedroom had not changed, apart from it looked emptier after not having your belonging in it.  You had not looked back after removing everything knowing you would be upset and now all the feelings were coming back.

“you know where everything is ill be on the sofa down stairs if you need anything, see you in the morning” Harry said before making his way down stairs, you stopped him just as he got to the landing.

“Harry, I know this may seem odd. But, I have not been able to sleep since you left and I thought if it was not weird with you if you could just stay in the bed with me so I can actually sleep”

“Oh sure” Harry said before making his way back in you watched as he took off his shirt and went into the bath room to change his boxers, which he never used to do but because of the situation it was best.  He then came out, and looked over to you as you were inside the sheets waiting for him to come in.  As soon as he did you moved your way over to cuddle into the side of him like you used to do.  You could blame it on the ‘alcohol’ if he said anything which he did not.  He hooked his arm around the side of you pulling you in closer and stroked the side of your arm.  

“Good Night Harry” you said before dozing off.

“Good Night Angel” he sighed before drifting off too.  You did not know what tomorrow hold for the both of you, but for now you knew you would finally be able to sleep through the whole night.  

Abusive Father - Kian Lawley Imagine

‘You know what? Fuck you!’ I screamed at my dad before storming off into my bedroom. 

‘What did you just say to me?! Y/n, come back here immediately!’ He yelled following me upstairs, but I locked my door and threw myself on the bed crying. 

Fathers are usually the main role model for their children. They support, inspire, encourage and most of all, they love their children the most in the world. They want the best for their kids and they’d kill anyone who would try to hurt their child, especially if it’s a daughter. But that wasn’t the case in my ‘family’. My father was nothing like that; he wasn’t loving or inspiring father who’d do anything for me. It was totally opposite. I have never felt that fatherly love. He has always been harsh to me for no reason. It seemed like he always does everything just to hurt me. He never supported me, he’d always blame me for everything that goes wrong in his life. He even hit me one time so hard that I had a bruise on my cheek for two weeks. He was literally making me feel miserable.

My mom left him a long long time ago and now she’s married to another guy who she has kids with. We’re still in touch, but I refused to live with her since she moved to another country and I didn’t want to leave my friends and my boyfriend. My boyfriend, Kian, is the only thing in my life that really matters to me. He’s the best person ever and honestly, I don’t know where would I be now that he wasn’t there with me through whole this time. 

It was around 2:30 a.m. and I was sitting on the floor on my balcony with a cigarette and a cup of coffee in my hands. This was my favourite thing to do every time I’d be upset over my father and that was very often. I find night and silence very soothing and I enjoy it. 

‘Y/n! Open the door!’ My dad was banging against the door again and this time I started to cry. Honestly, I couldn’t take this pain anymore. No child should be going through something like this. 

All I wanted was to call Kian and tell him to pick me up and that’s what I did. 
‘What’s wrong, baby? Why are you crying? Did he hurt you? Cause if he did, I’ll fucking break his-’ 

‘Just come and pick me up, okay?’ I cut him off. 

‘Okay, I’ll be there in 5 minutes.’ 

Soon, Kian arrived and he knocked on the door. As my dad was still awake, before I could, he went and opened the door. 

‘What the fuck are you doing here?’ He asked Kian. 

‘Kian..’ I said. ‘baby’ He was about to enter the house, but my dad stopped him by pushing him out by his shoulder. 

‘Where do you think that you’re going?’ He asked him. 

‘Sir, I’m not in the mood to argue with you.’ Kian said trying to keep calm. 

‘Oh, well we don’t need to argue, but you need to leave this house and my daughter alone.’ 

‘Oh, now she’s your daughter?’ Kian said sarcastically. 

‘If you were a real father, your daughter wouldn’t want to run away from you.’ Kian continued. 

‘You little piece of shit.’ My dad mumbled andswug his fist at Kian. 

‘No!’ I screamed. Kian didn’t want to fight him back so he just pushed him and ran past him to me. 

‘Let’s go.’ He took my hand in his and we quickly ran away from the house. 

We entered Kian’s house and he led me to his bedroom. 

‘Come here.’ He said pulling me into his chest and placing a kiss on my forehead.‘I’m sorry.’ He whispered. 

‘I can’t take this anymore, Kian.’ 

‘You won’t have to because you’re not going back there anymore.’ He said. ‘Everything’s gonna be alright baby, okay? Do you trust me?’ He said taking my face into his hands. I nodded and he placed a kiss on my lips. ‘Let’s go to bed now.’ 

Kian pulled me to him as he pulled the covers over the two of us. ‘I love you.’ I whispered. 

‘I love you too, baby girl.’ He whispered back. I had my arms tightly wrapped around him as he was making small and gentle circles with his fingertips on my lower back until I drifted off to sleep.

CASUAL | part one

“After spending the night with the university’s basketball superstar and biggest supporter of one-night stands, Kim Taehyung, you find yourself falling for him. Sadly, he doesn’t feel the same.”

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Goodbye Internet - Part 4

Summary: Dan and Phil both want things to be the way it was before, it’s just not that easy. 

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Panic attack/anxiety, alcohol use 

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Hey guys so I was thinking on how I wanted to do this and I decided that there will be at least 2 more parts! So for now, enjoy part 4 and I’m sorry this is so late.

Part 3 

Dan shot up out of bed screaming ‘no’ over and over. His head throbbed and his throat felt as if it was on fire. He let his eyes adjust to the darkness of his room before sighing. It was a dream, Phil wasn’t there. Relief flooded through his body as he laid back down.

“D-Dan?” There was a soft knock at his door and his eyes widened. He knew the voice like he knew the back of his hand. Phil.

“Get the f-fuck out.” Dan snapped and wrapped himself in blankets, starting to feel the familiar sting in his eyes from tears.

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Two Moons (pt. 5)

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Pairing: Chanyeol/Reader/Sehun

Summary: The tension grows between you, Chanyeol, and Sehun. How will it play out?

Notes: strong language(?) i mean we’re all grown here its k

(Part I) || (Part 2) || (Part 3) || (Part 4)

The tears come out again, and flow down to your ears. Laying on the bed isn’t such a good idea. You quickly wipe them before they travel down the side of your face. Your heart is shattering in a million pieces. You lay there with your arm swung over your face. The sniffling and hiccups don’t stop.

The door clicks open.

“Y/N? Kyungsoo told me you were here.” No. You didn’t want to deal with this right now. “I’m sorry…”

“I want to be alone,” you mumble through the sleeve of the hoodie.

“No, you don’t.” Chanyeol’s sweet voice approaches you as he sits down on the side of the bed. “Look at you, getting my hoodie all dirty.” Just by him being here, you feel your tears well up again. You always cry more when someone’s there to comfort you. You curl up into a ball, facing away from him. He pats your back with his big hands. For a few moments, you just cry your heart out. You feel every tear and every emotion all at once. Chanyeol being here makes you feel strong enough to do that.

You wipe away the last tear and sniffle one more time. Your hiccups stop and your chest untightens. You stare blankly at Kyungsoo’s white walls.

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Prompt List ~ Requests Open

RULES: Send me an OTP or OT3 in the 13rw fandom and the prompts you’d like me to include. Please send the number and sentence for each prompt, in case I come back and add to this list. Drabble’s will be a few paragraphs long. Please be patient as these may take a long time to complete due to headcanon requests in the queue.

I have made this list myself, it’s been a work in progress for years. I’ll try and re-find the posts which inspired it and tag them later :)



1. “What if I kissed you right now?”

2. “I’m going to kiss you now.”

3. “Did you just kiss me?!”

4. “Is it bad I really want to kiss you right now?”

5. “This is where we kiss, right?”

6. “So are we going to kiss or not?”

7. “Don’t talk just kiss me.”

8. “You owe me a kiss.”

9. “I’ll go home, but it’s not home unless you’re there…”

10. “Stay with me.”

11. “Stay the night. Please.”

12. “Please don’t go.”

13. “I just need you here with me right now.”

14. “Just hold me.”

15. “Scoot over a little bit, please.”

16. “It’s lonely without you in the bed.”

17. “I miss sleeping with you.”

18. “I love cuddling with you first thing in the morning.”

19. “Please come back to bed.”

20. “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this.”

21. “You’re so cute when you’re tired, you know.”

22. “It’s too cold! Come back!”

23. “Mmm… you’re warm.”

24. “Here, take my hand.”

25. “You’re so clingy, I love it.”

26. “We’ll get through this, I promise.”

27. “I can’t stand the thought of losing you.”

28. “It’s okay I’m here for you.”

29. “Just sit down and let me take care of you.”

30. “I need you.”

31. “I can’t do this without you.”

32. “If you walk away everything will fall apart.”

33. “There’s no one I’d rather have with me than you.”

34. “I’ve made so many mistakes… but you’re not one of them.”

35. “Promise me you’ll come back… I need you to promise me.”

36. “Promise me you’ll stay.

37. “When I look at you, I see my whole world, and that scares the shit out of me.”

38. “It’s always been you. You and only you.”

39. “I’m yours, in every way possible.”

40. “I love you and I am terrified.”

41. “Please… I love you.”

42. “I think I might be falling in love with you.”

43. “I’m so in love with you.”

44. “This is why I fell in love with you.”

45. “I never believed in love till I met you.”

46. “You’re all I ever wanted.”

47. “For some reason I’m attracted to you.”

48. “When you smile I fall apart.”

49. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

50. “You were the greatest thing that ever happened to me.”

51. “I like the way I feel when he looks at me. Like I wanna believe in myself.”

52. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you don’t think I can see you.”

53. “I just really miss talking with you.”

54. “Actually… I just miss you.”

55. “I don’t know who I am without you.”

56. “We’re not just friends, and you know it.”

57. “But do you love me the same way I love you?”

58. “Those things you said yesterday… did you really mean them?”

59. “Just say it is okay. I just need to hear you say that.”

60. “Not a day goes by that I don’t think of you.”

61. “I know you told me to stop thinking about you, but I can’t get you out of my mind.”

62. “None of that matters anymore.”

63. “I’ll make it right for you.”

64. “I had a nightmare about you, and I wanted to make sure you were alright.”

65. “Is that my shirt?”

66. “You know, it’s okay to cry.”

67. “You’re cute when you’re all worried.”

68. “Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself.”

69. “Promise me you’ll take better care of yourself.”

70. “Please don’t give up on me.”

71. “Please listen to me.”

72. “Please don’t go.”

73. “Please don’t leave me.”

74. “You’re worth any fight.”

75. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

76. “You look like you could use a massage.”

77. “He/She’s pampering me, let him/her be.”

78. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

79. “You’re way too pretty to be out here by yourself.”

80. “We’ve become the clingy couple that you used to complain about.”



81. “Wait a second… are you jealous?”

82. “Stop being so jealous will you?”

83. “You deserve better than them.”

84. “They’re not right for you, you know.”

85. “It’s not fair that they get to be around you all day and I don’t.”

86. “I noticed them checking you out.”

87. “They were hitting on you.”

88. “Were you checking them out?”

89. “I’m not gonna stop leaving marks ‘till I’m sure everyone will know you’re mine.”

90. “This is mine. Are we clear?”

91. “You are mine, you will always be mine.”

92. “You belong to me.”

93. “I want you all to myself.”

94. “If I ever see you anywhere near her/him, you’ll have to deal with me!”

95. “I’ll kill the bitch.”

96. “No one will ever love you like I do.”

97. “Say you love me, and only me.”

98. “Say that I’m yours.”

99. “Mine.”

100. “I didn’t realize I needed your permission.”

101. “I don’t love them. I love you.”

102. “You don’t own me.”

103. “You’re too damn overprotective!”

104. “I can’t do this anymore.”

105. “Where do you think you’re going?”

106. “I just want to be alone right now.”

107. “And where do I go?”

108. “What are you doing in here, it’s 3 in the morning. Get out!”

109. “I will not hesitate to murder you.”

110. “You don’t need to protect me.”

111. “Stop looking at me like that!”

112. “You don’t scare me.”

113. “Would you just hold still?”

114. “Don’t you dare walk away from me!”

115. “I’m not the one that’s always leaving.”

116. “Give me a chance.”

117. “You see, unlike some other people, I don’t sleep with everyone I make eye contact with.”

118. “Please don’t argue with me.”

119. “Please shut up. Just shut up.”

120. “Oh my god, I don’t care!”

121. “What the hell is your problem?!”

122. “What more do you want?!”

123. “I knew you were trouble when you walked in.”

124. “I’m sorry I made you into who you are today.”

125. “We could’ve had it all.”

126. “I almost forgot you only come around when you need me.”

127. “A date? An actual date? To an actual place?”

128. “I’m tired of being your secret.”

129. “It’s hard to believe you actually care about me when you’re so hell-bent on keeping this from all your friends.”

130. “It just feels really shitty, to be the secret boyfriend/girlfriend.”

131. “Are you ashamed of me?”

132. “They didn’t just find out. They already knew!”

133. “Do you regret getting involved with me?”

134. “I’m only dating [name] as a cover. You’re still my baby.”

135. “I’m not ready for them to find out about us!”

136. “I don’t want to be just friends with benefits anymore.”

137. “I told you not to fall in love with me.”

138. “Go on, tell me. Tell me you don’t love me.”

139. “You’re not her.”

140. “I tried to move on, but nobody is you.”

141. “Jealousy isn’t cute on you.”

142. “You’re wrong and I’ll prove it.”

143. “Don’t even think about it.”

144. “Well. Yell, scream, say something, anything.”

145. “Just talk to me.”

146. “Oh, so you do speak?”

147. “Do you think at all before you speak?”

148. “Are you high or just stupid?”

149. “You’re so fucked, you know that?”

150. “We’re not going to be like them.”

151. “Do it, I dare you.”



152. “Are- are you flirting with me?”

153. “Stop sending me weird pictures.”

154. “Is there something you want to tell me?”

155. “Quit moving, I’m trying to sleep. Wait… are you… what?!”

156. “You’re in trouble now.”

157. “And how are you going to make it up to me?”

158. “Come here.”

159. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

160. “Just marry me already.”

161. “Do you trust me?”

162. “Are you going to let me go now?”

163. “Don’t bite that fucking lip.”

164. “Bite me.”

165. “Kiss me.”

166. “If you’re going to keep running your mouth like that, i can think of a few ways to make you shut up.”

167. “I’m pretty good at providing distractions.”

168. “I just want to help you relax.”

169. “You know you want it, sweetheart.”

170. “Lay back.”

171. “Does that line ever work?”

172. “Am I supposed to be impressed?”

173. “Oh don’t mind me. Just enjoying the view.”

174. “Damn that’s hot.”

175. “I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear.”

176. “Take off your clothes.”

177. “Take. It. Off.”

178. “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

179. “Well if you’re up for the challenge.”

180. “Is that a challenge?”

181. “Well… don’t keep me waiting.”

182. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

183. “I’ve been thinking about you all night.”

184. “We haven’t had sex in like a month, you’re just going to tease me like that?”

185. “I need you so bad.”

186. “Get over here.”

187. “Quiet, they can hear us.”

188. “Beg for it.”

189. “Did I stutter?”

190. “Say that again.”

191. “Say my name.”

192. “Tell me what you want.”

193. “I want you. Right here. Right now.”

194. “I want you to fuck me.”

195. “Take your clothes off.”

196. “Stop undressing me with your eyes and start using your teeth.”

197. “You can stay but your clothes must go.”

198. “Is there a reason you’re half naked in my bed?”

199. “Put your hands somewhere useful.”

200. “That’s distracting.”

201. “Don’t tempt me.”

202. “Stop teasing me so much.”

203. "Behave.”

204. “Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?”

205. “How bad do you want me?”

206. “Do you know how bad I want you?”

207. “It’s like you want to ruin men/women for me.”

208. “Make me.”

209. “How about you make me?”

210. “Well if you insist.”

211. “What, does that feel good?”

212. “Do you like it when I touch you like that?”

213. “Is that your hand on my ass?”

214. “Ha! I found a weak spot on you, didn’t I?”

215. “I want to take a shower so you should probably join me. It’ll save water.”

216. “Friends don’t get each other off.”

217. “Can you do that again?”

218. “Good girl.”

219. “Good boy.”




220. “Why are we at a strip club?”

221. "Save the last dance for me.”

222. “Woah, I never knew you had a tattoo!”

223. “What even happened last night?”

224. “Do you think if we met differently, we’d be friends?”

225. “I just wanted to fit in, I don’t know.”

226. “I can’t do this without you.”

227. “You owe me.”

228. “Have you lost your damn mind?”

229. “Everyone knows my job here is to look hot.”

230. “I can’t believe you didn’t think to ask me first.”

231. “Put me down!”

232. “Would you quit moving around?”

233. “Quit hogging the blanket.”

234. “Are you throwing rocks at my window?”

235. “I’ll go if you go.”

236. “You called for backup?”

237. “Give me back my phone!”

238. “Hey have you seen my- Oh.”

239. “Look at me.”

240. “Why are you always so cold?”

241. “You make me nervous and happy and horny all at the same time and it’s confusing as fuck sometimes.”

242. “I didn’t know you could do that.”

243. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

244. “Everything is fine.”

245. “The boys and I will handle it.”

246. “I’ll take care of it.”

247. “I think you’re just afraid to be happy.”

248. “If my parents knew what I was doing they’d kill me.”

249. “Share your jacket, I forgot mine.”

250. “Hold my hand, we have to make this look convincing!”

251. “Please pretend to be my girlfriend/boyfriend.”

252. “We’d make such a cute couple.”

253. “Are you sure you two aren’t married?”

254. “Why can’t they see they’re meant for each another?”

255. “Somebody’s in love!”

256. “Do you remember when you use to think you were straight?”

257. “Oh, HELL no! Not in MY bed!”


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A New Life (Sam Drake)


Here is my latest Sam X Reader requested by utara-north ! Sorry if this took awhile I’ve been swamped with my classes lately since this semester is almost over. I hope everyone has a happy Friday night! :) 

Characters: Sam x Reader

Warning: none

Word Count: 2,665


“I’ll have a black coffee”

“Uh, just water with lemon.” Sam turned to me a look of confusion on his face.

“You okay?” His eyes were fixed on me as if I was a crazy person.

“Yes.” I said adamantly

“Well I’ll have that right out for you two.” Our usual waiter disappeared back into the restaurant.

“Why no coffee? We come to this place because you love their cappuccinos.”

“I’m just not in the mood today.” I shrugged casting my eyes back down to the menu that I already had memorized. Sam and I came here almost every Sunday for brunch. Other couples had date night but we did brunch on Sundays which then consisted of us going on a walk around town. We would window shop and then he would drag me to some museum or historical sight that had to due with his up and coming job. My favorite’s were the art museums because Sam didn’t usually have as much to say ‘Art speaks for itself’, he would always tell me. The two of us had been together almost 4 years now but we have been married 2. We started out as young lovers until life caught up with us and I was a full time college student and he was off doing what the Drake’s do. I never thought I would see him again, he was always the one that got away until we stumbled upon each other at an art auction in Venice. To my dismay he dragged me into his heist and from then on I never looked back. Now it’s 4 years later and we are sitting here at our usual cafe, eating our usual food, talking about which stores I wanted to stop into and what historical sight he would be taking me to today. The only difference now is that I’m pregnant with Samuel Drake’s child and he had no clue.

“Are you listening?” I quickly looked back at Sam his brow furrowed in annoyance. He turned around looking behind him at the people walking past us and then to the cars passing by. “What are you looking at?” He questioned looking around in the warm summer air again as if he missed something.

“Nothing, sorry I zoned out.”

“So this is what it feels like when I don’t listen.” Rolling my eyes he smirked that charming smirk of his. This was all to true.

The day was perfect, it was just the right temperature, the sun was out, we had gotten our favorite seat in the outdoor section of the restaurant, our food was better than usual. Everything was perfect, this would be the ideal moment to tell my husband I was pregnant but I just couldn’t get myself to do it. I was scared. Sam and I never really talked about having a family, I just assumed it might not happen because he loved to travel and hated the idea of staying in one place for to long. I never pictured myself having kids and I know Sam was the same way, but now this was a reality the two of us had to face. I just had to tell him that his whole life was about to change.

“You feeling okay today babe?” I turned to my lovely husband who had been complaining about the price of the shoes I had in hand.

“Yeah, why?” I asked placing the box back.

“No, no, no, you’re getting those I saw how your eyes lit up when you saw them.” Sam picked the box back up “It’s like you’ve been in a daze all day, I feel like I’ve been talking to a wall.”

“Sorry sweetie” I kissed his cheek feeling his stubble against my lips. His toned arm wrapped around my waist stopping me as I tried to walk away.

“You know avoiding the question isn’t helpful.”

“These heels are gonna look great with that little black dress of mine.” I mumbled against his neck not wanting to discuss this right now.

“Maybe you can show me when we get home?” I shivered as his voice became low and gravely. “Then after you can tell me what the fuck is wrong.” He stepped back looking at me seriously now.

“Samuel” I warned. He knew how I was, yet he always pushed when it came to me being upset, almost like he needed to know.

“Babe, I worry.” His vice turned back to its normal tone no longer gruff.

“I know.” A sigh fell from his lips as I ran my fingers through my soft hair.

“Come, lets by the shoes then we can go to home.”

“No museum?” I called after Sam as he walked to the register.

“I’d much rather see you in these heels and that black dress.”

My body felt limp and hot as I lay in my bed covers covering my naked body. I turned my head looking out the window at the beautiful summer day that was coming to a close. The sky was turning purple, orange peeking through the transparent clouds. It was humid in our small apartment our AC was broken leaving both me and my Sam in a constant sweaty state, even more so right now. This apartment is going to be too small to raise a child in, we are gonna have to move. Fuck, can we even afford to move? Do we have the proper finances to raise a kid, you know give them, it a good life. Am I gonna get fat? Shit, I’m gonna get fat.

“That was amazing.” Sam’s sleepy voice mumbled against my ear as he pulled me closer to his warmth, our bodies intertwined. “What are you thinking about?” His voice was so hushed and loving I just wanted to cry out of frustration. Having a child is not something that can be taken lightly, our lives were going to change dramatically and it’s not like we had the choice to give it back if we didn’t want to be parents anymore.

“About how much I love you.” I turned to face him seeing a little smile on his lips, his hazel eyes hidden from his drowsiness.

“Hm, me too.” I could see the sleep taking over his rugged, handsome, perfect, tan, peaceful face. Wow, I love this man. Maybe having a child with him won’t be a bad thing.   

“I’m gonna get started on dinner.” I kissed his face slipping out of bed. “You can stay in here and rest I know you’re tired.” He grunted in response sleep taking over his body.

I couldn’t help but admire his toned body along with his handsome face.

“No stay” He groaned out.


“Food can wait I want to hold you.” His offer was impossible to refuse. Crawling back into bed I laid there in his warm embrace our sweat soaked skin sticking together as our heart beats synched. He was the love of my life despite, the smoking, grumpiness when stressed, the distance when he was away for work, and the obsession with pirates, I still loved him endlessly. It took a toll but nothing could make this man anything but perfect. Another week went by and I found myself at the same restaurant in our favorite seats outside the summer air humid casing my hair to frizz. The only difference now was I was throwing up in the bathroom from morning sickness. I was walking back from the bathroom when I noticed Sam had ordered my drinks for me.

“You okay? You look pale.” He didn’t wait for a response as he quickly turned his attention to the drinks on the table “They had mimosa’s as a special today so I got you one.” He smiled at me clearly proud of himself. I couldn’t help the wave of guilt that came over my body. Sam was being so thoughtful, he knew I loved mimosa’s, well alcohol in general, but I couldn’t drink while pregnant. “Maybe if I get you drunk enough I’ll get laid.” He joked as I took my seat.

“Thank you so much sweetie, but I’m not really feeling alcohol today.” I placed my hand on his but the smile on his face didn’t falter.

“I had a feeling you’d say that so I ordered you a cappuccino too.” How did I get so lucky to have a man who thought this far in advance. “I’m really trying to get laid here.” His hand moved so he was now holding mine. His eyes were bright as the sun as he gazed at me making my body run hot.

“I, uh-“ I took a breath “I’m not really in the mood for coffee either” I shot him a guilty look as his face fell, all traces of happiness lost.

“Am I doing something wrong babe?” He searched my face for the answer because he knew I would lie.

“No not at all! You’re being such a sweetheart I just haven’t had the same taste recently.” I squeezed his hand for reassurance.

“Okay good, you’ve been worrying me. First you don’t want coffee, then you didn’t want eggs cuz the smell has been making you nauseous, and now you don’t want alcohol. It’s like your pregnant.” He laughed to himself. Sweat needed on my forehead at his words. I stared at him speechless. My face must have given me away because I watched as Sam’s face fell. “Wait you’re not pregnant are you?” My eyes began to well with tears as a dead give away.

“I uh-“ Then the hot tears started to roll down my flushed cheeks. The summer air stung as my vision became blurry.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, why are you crying!” Sam’s chair scraped against the ground as he moved towards me. “Do you not want kids?” His voice was closer as he was by my side.

“Sam I think we are making a scene can we talk about this later.” I pleaded trying to contain my light sobs. The feeling of his hand on my back gave me a slight sense of comfort but I was not ready to come face to face with Sam.

“Am I not suppose to be excited?” My head whipped to my husband who was kneeling beside pure joy radiating off of him.

“You’re actually happy?” I whispered in disbelief. He laughed standing back up, placing a firm kiss on my forehead.

“Of course I’m happy” and with that he took his seat. “We’ve been married for 2 years I kind of assumed you would start wanting kids. I know I use to say that was the last thing on my mind but having a kid or two doesn’t seem like an awful idea anymore.” Both of his hands were holding mine as I tried to gain my composure again. “Are you not happy?” His hands squeezed mine as if he was begging me to say I was.

“Yes I’m happy. I’ve just been scared to tell you.” I sighed feeling the weight of the world leave my shoulders.

“Holy shit, I’m going to be a dad! How long have you known?”

“You remember that day we went to Nate and Elena’s and she told you I was crying because we watched a sad movie? Well while you and Nate were setting up the grill I told Elena I was late and she made me take a pregnancy test.” I shrugged not being able to look at Sam but I could feel his fiery eyes on me.

“That was a month ago.” There was a long pause. “Shit we are gonna have to get a bigger place!” He sat back in his chair, running his finger through his chestnut hair our eyes meeting again. “Can we get him a trampoline when he’s old enough. I always wanted one as a kid.” Once again my eyes filled with tears at Sam’s words, I don’t think realized how cute he was.

“Yes of course we can! But he might be a she Sam.” I smiled unable to contain my joy at Sam’s reaction.

“Why are you crying?” concern filled his voice again.

“I’m just happy you’re happy.”

“Of course I’m happy!” His words rang through my ears as the final confirmation I needed “If its a boy we should name him Samuel and if it’s a girl then we can name her Samantha.”

“Isn’t that just a little vain” I laughed wiping my tears away. Sam grabbed my mimosa and quickly finished it in one quick swoop. “Slow down there mister if I can’t drink you can’t either.” His eyes widened in amusement.

“You’re really gonna make me have the same diet as you while you’re pregnant.”

“You’re suffering with me! You caused this!” I gestured to my stomach

“Oh, cmon-“

“That also means the smoking’s gotta go.” A smile spread across my lips as Sam reached into his back pocket and handed me his packet of cigarettes.

“It’s done. As of today it’s completely done.” Sam took out his wallet next and dropped a twenty on the table. “C’mon I wanna take you somewhere.” With that he stood up grabbing my hand and whisking me out of the restaurant.

I was still hungry but the curiosity of where Sam was taking me was out weighing the hunger. Wherever he was taking me was clearly not in walking distance because the two of us sat on the train heading towards the center of downtown. He had his arm around me as he told me all the amazing things he was going to do as a dad. We passed the stop that was suppose to be for downtown, now the train was taking us out of the congested part of the city towards the residential neighborhoods. The train pulled to a halt in an area I didn’t know too well.  

“C’mon” Sam said as he grabbed my hand leading me off the train. We walked for awhile until he stopped us in front of a white rundown house with a for sale sign in the front yard. It had a large red sticker across the white sign that read ‘SOLD’ in big red letters. I looked from Sam to the two story colonial style house, butterflies filling my stomach. It was small and quaint with a decently sized front yard. The shutters were falling off and the paint was peeling. “I know it doesn’t look like much but Nathan said he’d help me fix it up.” Turning to my husband I stared at him in disbelief.


“I was planning on fixing it up. I wanted to surprise you for our anniversary.” I was speechless.

“You bought me a house.” I stated deadpan.

“Yeah, you said you always wanted a white two story house preferably colonial style with black shutters, a red door, and a yard you could grow flowers in, but you didn’t want to leave the city. So here you’re still in the city but the residential part.” He paused staring at me for a reaction. “There’s a bakery a few blocks away and a park a few blocks that way.” He pointed in the direction of the house “When he, or she, is old enough I could be their soccer coach or something dadish like that.” Turning to Sam I could see my future is his eyes. “Do you like it? I know it’s not-“ Before he could finish his sentence I had jumped into his arms wrapping my own around his neck.

“This is beyond enough! this is more than enough! You are perfect!” I pretty much yelled as his arms wrapped around my waist holding me up.

“I can’t believe I’m gonna be a dad!” His excitement boomed through the summer air. Pulling back I saw tears in Sam’s eyes for the first time since our wedding day.

“We are having a baby” I whispered against his lips.

“We are gonna be parents” his voice cracked

make a man go doot doot

this got so long I can’t believe myself why did I do this

also debating going through and deleting my old posts and redoing them or just let them die because I’m so unhappy with most of them but eh some of them have like 500+ notes and I don’t wanna burn that along with my bad writing you feel me

- the reason he’s so awful at driving is because he plays grand theft auto s o much

- it’s canon that he has a “ gray station ” ( play station ) so i mean boi why not

- so he tries to use of those dynamics when he’s driving and o h my god driving with him is hell

- he has gotten in car wrecks before and injured

- not too badly usually just cuts and bruises but he did break his arm once

- he didn’t know which hurt more, his arm or the fact his dad didn’t show up at the hospital when he heard his son was in a car accident

- he just told him that Jumin would brush it off and be back in the office in no time

- Jumin didn’t know how to react to that so ,, he kind just accepted that’s the way it’s supposed to be regardless of how he feels

- ok let’s get off of sad stuff my heart

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Perfect Only Last So Long-Tyler Joseph Part One

When you had met Tyler something between the two of you just clicked. You were in your junior year of high school and he was just starting college. You had just turned 16 a few months prior and he was about to be 19. 3 years isn’t a big age gap, but when it’s a high schooler and a college freshman, it was looked upon as wrong. You never told your parents about this boy you fell in love with for this exact reason.

It had been one year and 6 months since you became official and you still neglected to tell your parents about you and Tyler’s relationship.

He was no longer in college, he dropped out and that is just another thing your parents would disapprove of. You were graduating this year and you had your whole life planned. This boy stole your heart when you were planning it back in junior year, so he was in it. You were going to go to college around Columbus so you could still see Tyler and you were going to tell your parents once you go into college about the relationship. At that point you and Tyler would look at apartments to live together. Things were going to be perfect and you were going to be with the one you loved.

“So, are you excited to graduate in 3 months?” Tyler asked you as you two laid on your bed together.

“Very. You know why?”

“Because you want to tell everyone about us, move in together and live your happily ever after?” he said.

“How did you know?”

“You’ve told me a time or twenty.” he shrugged. “And you know what? I’m going to make that happily ever after a reality.” he said kissing your temple.

“You the sweetest thing ever.” you placed a kiss to his lips.

“And you’re the prettiest thing ever.”

“Stop, no I’m not.” you rolled your eyes.

“Why would I lie to you. You’re stunning Y/N and I love you.” he said holding you closer.

“I know you wouldn’t lie, but I just don’t feel it. I just don’t see myself going anywhere in life and I’m just going to be ugly and old.” You said sitting up on your bed.

Tyler sat up next to you and wrapped you in his arms. “Never say you’ll be a nobody. You have dreams and your going to accomplish anything life throws at you.” He told you and you tried to Listen but your mind was stopping you.

You hated this about yourself. Ever since middle school you had doubted your potential in life. You saw yourself as ugly, stupid, talentless. You tried to listen to people around you telling you how your more than what you make yourself out to be, but the voices in your head took over your life.

Before you met Tyler you were very depressed. You had no motivation and all you wanted to do was die and cry. When you had met Tyler something about him made you happier. You felt safe with him and as if he would protect you from your own thoughts. When you were with him he distracted you the voices telling you to give up.

“How do you know? I mean life is unpredictable and you never really know what will happen.” you said.

“Because you’re strong and you’re going to be someone important in life. You’re right you can’t predict things, but you can dream things and aim to achieve them.” he said making you smile.

“Thanks. I love you.” you said kissing him.

“I love you too.” he said kissing you again and you you heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

“Shit, you have to hid. My parents are going to see you in here and kill you.” you said pushing Tyler off the bed and into your closet.

You quickly shut the closet door with Tyler inside as there was a knock on the door.

“Yeah?” you answered while opening the door.

“Is everything okay in here? I heard you talking.” your mother questioned looking past you into the room.

“Yeah, just picking up my room and singing to myself.” you lied as your father appeared over your mother’s shoulder and cleared his throat.

“We’re leaving in a minute. Do we need to go over the rules again?” he said and you rolled your eyes.

“No, you’ve told me for the past 2 weeks. No boys, no parties, no leaving the house. Check in with you every morning and night, don’t make a mess, and keep the doors locked.” you recited all the rules they told you.

“I’ll be fine, now go before you miss your flight.” you said pushing them down the hall and down the stairs.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay in this house for a week? I can set up for the neighbors to check on you.” your mother offered picking up her purse before leaving the house.

“I think she’ll be fine honey. She’s 17, we can trust her.” your father insisted trying to hurry out the door.

“Listen to dad, I’ll be fine. I love you guys, enjoy your vacation.”

“Love you too sweetie.” you mother said kissing you on the cheek and walking out the door.

“Don’t get in any trouble kid.” you father said walking out behind your mother.

“I’ll try.” you joked then closed the door.

You went to the living room where you could see through the window. You waved to them as they pulled away from the house and watched them to make sure they didn’t turn around. After a few more moments of no sight of their car you went upstairs and opened the closet to see Tyler just standing there.

“They’re gone, you can come out now.” you said and he sat down next to you on the bed.

“You were picking up your room and singing?” Tyler questioned as he followed you back to the bed.

“I had to lie.”

“Y/N I’ve never heard you sing in the year and a half we’ve been dating and your room is spotless all the time. You need to lie a bit better.” he laughed.

“Well maybe you’ll hear me sing when you’re here. After all we’ll be spending the next 8 days together. Alone.” you said kissing him.

“I can’t wait to wake up with you in my arms every morning and sing you to sleep at night.” he said kissing you again.

“God I don’t know how but every time you say something like that my heart beats faster for you.”

“Every time I look into the eyes of yours my heart beats fast for you.” he said staring into your eyes.

After a minute you broke the loving stare he had with you “Enough of this sappy love stuff and let’s go downstairs and watch a movie.”

Tyler followed you downstairs and into your living room where you plopped onto the couch.

“So this is your house, huh?” he joked sitting next to you.

He had never seen more than your room. He had to sneak in a lot. That’s what your relationship mostly consisted of, sneaking around. Tyler had an apartment with a few roommates, so you would go there and say you were going to one of your friends houses.

“Very funny.” you said sarcastically, putting on the movie then leaning back into his chest.

You loved the times you got to spend with Tyler like these. It was just relaxing and you felt so loved by him. The other times you spent with Tyler were when he would party. You guys would get drunk and just have fun with a bunch of his friends. Those times you didn’t like as much. Tyler was the best thing ever all the time, but you couldn’t help but feel like the spark dies a bit when he’s drunk. It just feels like he forgets who he is when he drinks.

Once the movie credits started rolling you realized Tyler was asleep above you. You snuck out of his arms careful not to wake him. You went to the kitchen to make some dinner. It was sort of late to eat, but you knew Tyler would wake up and want food. You put a frozen pizza in the oven and sat on a stool at the counter. You heard shuffling in the other room and soon Tyler joined you in the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around your torso and put his head on your shoulder.

“Did you enjoy your nap?” you asked turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck.

He smiled down at you and kissed your lips.

“The nap was great, but it’s even better waking up to you and not having to worry about being caught. It gives me a glimpse at our future.” he said sitting in the stool that you were sitting in before. You sat in his lap and waited for the timer to go off on the oven.

“I have a question or you?” he started no longer sounding as happy as before.

“What?” you asked facing him and playing with his hair. It always soothed him when you would play with his hair.

“Do you like the music I make? I mean be truthful, don’t sugar coat anything.” he said.

“I love the things you create Ty. Where’s all this doubt coming from?” you asked holding his face so he would look you in the eyes.

“Doesn’t matter. I love you.” he said and kissed you again, you pulled away once the timer went off.

“Well I think anything you create is amazing. Just don’t give up, I feel like you might end up going somewhere with this. I really don’t understand why you don’t believe in yourself babe.” you said getting up when the timer for the pizza went off.

“You know, I was just overthinking things.” he said and you dropped the topic knowing he didn’t want to talk about it anymore.

You put a plate in of pizza in front of Tyler then sat on the stool next to him.

“Thanks babe.” he said. “So you think it’ll go somewhere?” he asked after a minute.

“I know so. You’re so talented. You just have to remember to believe you can do it.” you said placing a kiss to his cheek.

After you cleaned up the small mess you made Tyler went out to his car to grab his bag of things for the week.

Your phone started to ring as your mother called you.

“Hey what’s up?”

“Hi honey, we just got to our hotel. How are things going there?”

“Great just headed to bed now.” you said and you heard Tyler enter the house again. You were hoping he wouldn’t make a noise and he would realize you were on the phone, but he didn’t.

“Honey I’m home.” he joked and laughed to himself walking into the kitchen.

“Who was that? Is someone there with you?” you mother questioned.

Tyler noticed you were on the phone and mouth a ‘sorry’. “ No I left the t.v. on downstairs. I’m going to turn it off now.” you lied.

“Okay honey. Call us if you need anything. We love you.” you mom said.

“Love you too mom. Tell dad I said hi.” you said then hung up the phone.

“Sorry.” Tyler said again once he was sure you were off the phone.

“No big deal, just be careful next time. They’re probably gonna call 3-5 times a day. They can be a little over protective.”

“What do you say we head upstairs and go to bed, it’s kinda late and you have school in the morning.”

“I know. Are you sure you’ll be fine here all day?” you asked feeling a bad the alone time you got was going to be cut down even more.

“I’ll find something to do. Maybe I’ll find and read your diary.” he joked.

“I’m not 12 Tyler. I don’t have a diary. Just pictures of us under my bed.” you said leading him back upstairs

“Wait really?” he asked.

“No comment.” you replied while getting undressed and putting on pajama short and a sports bra.

“God that looks hot on you.” Tyler said biting his lower lip slightly.

“Tyler stop. Get in bed and sleep. I have to be up at 6 in the morning.” you said pulling back the covers.

Tyler climbed in and pulled you down on top of him. When you went to move he held you tighter.

“No stay.” he said and you giggled while closing your eyes.

“I love you Y/N. Good night.” he said sleepily.

“I love you too.” you replied and sleep took over the both of you, the sound of his heart beating soothing you.

Most of you time with Tyler was sneaking around, with his friends, or partying. When you finally got to relax with your boyfriend, you realized how much you loved him and how much he meant to you.

A/N- this is the edited version of I think I called it all falls apart. If you read that one read this one. It will make better sense for the rest of the series.


“It’s Becca”

You stand in complete silence for what feels like a lifetime. She knows. You see the heartbreak on her face and all you can do is begin to cry.

“I, I’m so so sorry Kaitlyn” you whimper as you continue crying. Kaitlyn continues to stand in silence, staring. Is she going to scream at me? Cry? Lash out? I can’t read her right now and that is scaring me more than ever.

“So it is then?” Kaitlyn whispers.


Her eyes begin to water, her lip trembling. You hate it when she cries.

“Why her Shay? Out of everyone, why the girl who made you so desperately unhappy for the past year? How can you do this to me” she says through her tears, taking breaks to control her breathing. You attempt to control yours. This is possibly the worst moment in your entire life.

“I can’t explain to you how or why this happened, but all I can tell you is how deeply sorry I am that this has happened. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt you, it just happened ya know? I didn’t expect it either, trust me. But I’m happy Kait, I’m so fucking sorry”, you continue to sob to her.

“I, I have to go” she turns away from you and begins to walk away.

“Kaitlyn no please wait!! We have to talk about this, we can’t leave it like this. You mean too much to me. You’re My best friend Kait” you say as you follow her to her door.

“Please just leave me the fuck alone” she yells as she slams her door in your face. You deserved it, you’ve broken the girl you once loved. The girl you still love, but in a different way.

2 days later, still no sign of Kaitlyn. Everyday since she found out, you have knocked on her door begging her to speak to you. You get the same response every time,

“Leave me alone, I’m not ready”

Becca has been unbelievably caring and supportive. She knows how much I care for Kaitlyn, as a friend of course. She’s been the one holding me whilst I cry myself to sleep, she’s even tried to make me dinner as I have been refusing to eat. It occurred to me one night how easily she could have walked away from this situation. In her eyes, I have baggage. She doesn’t need to be involved in this. The old Becca certainly wouldn’t have put up with this much drama. Instead, she stayed. If anything, this whole awful situation has made us realise how much we really do care and want to be with each other.

You’ve finally dragged yourself out of bed, well, Becca dragged me out of bed. Demanding I eat some dinner she’s prepared, although I swear I saw some takeaway boxes in the bin earlier? Regardless, she’s been my rock recently. As I sit at the dining table, slowly tucking in to something Becca definitely did not make, I hear a door creak open. You look up to see Kaitlyn stood outside of her door.

“I’m ready to talk” she whispers. You jump up and walk over to her, attempting to pull her into a hug. She pushes you away, and walks to the kitchen. You reluctantly follow, knowing this is going to be one horrendous conversation. Becca remains sat at the dining table, head down and silent. I don’t blame her, this is between me and Kaitlyn.

“So, how long?”

“A few months”

She swallows what looks like a huge gulp,
“Right okay.. shit. Erm, have you..?”

Your face reddens. Is she really asking me this.
“Kaitl, don’t torture yourself”

“Just answer the fucking question shay” she snaps.

“Yes, we have. Several times” you say quietly. You look away from her, unable to look into her eyes.

“Ok… is it serious?”

“At first no, but recently.. I guess you could say yeah, it is. I really don’t want to hurt you with anymore answers. Please just hear me out. I don’t think I have ever been so sorry in my whole entire life. I know this is the last thing you expected, and I feel awful for keeping this from you.”

“Who else knows?” She interrupts.

“No one I swear…. look, you’re my best friend. I absolutely adore you and I cannot lose you from my life Kait. I know it may take time but I’m willing to do whatever it takes for us to be close again. In regards to Bex… Becca sorry, I can’t deny that my feelings for her aren’t strong. I know saying that may make things worse but I can’t lie to you any longer. I just hope and pray that one day this will be ok and at least normal. I know it’s the hardest thing to imagine right now but…”

“When did this begin?”

Fuck. The dreaded question.

“Kait please just listen to what I’m saying”

“Answer Shay, please” you can tell her tone is softer, but you know revealing the answer to her question is going to kill her.

“…… the night of the concert.”

“What?” Her eyes widen.

“The night we.. we… fuck, ok it was the night we broke up”

“Are you fucking kidding me?! The same night we break up, you sleep with someone else! The girl you hated only a few days back. Oh my god, I will NEVER forgive you for this” her voice gets louder with every word. Her face is filled with rage, and all you do is stand there. Becca stands up and walks towards the both of you.

“Come on guys, let’s just try and calm down and just talk about this”

“Talk about this?! You fucked my girlfriend hours after we broke up! Don’t even bother trying to speak to me, I despise you!” Kaitlyn yells in beccas face. She takes it, to my surprise. Her face is shocked, but she doesn’t react. With that, Kaitlyn grabs the glass of water next to her and throws it all over your face. You are soaked. She slams the glass back down on the counter and storms to her room. In a split second, Becca grabs the glass and fills it up with water. She walks to Kaitlyns room and without knowing, swings it open, slamming the door behind her.

Oh shit

———– (kaitlyns perspective)

Becca storms to your room holding a glass of water, to your surprise, she gently puts it on your desk and sits at the edge of your bed. I was expecting at least a face full of water, maybe even A slap.

“Look, just hear me out” she begins calmly. “I know j am the last person on earth you want to speak to or even look at right now”

“You got that right” you snide.

“and that’s so fair. I just have to say this…. Kaitlyn, I am so sorry.” Your mouth drops. Becca? Being nice?

“I know we haven’t always got along, and that’s probably my fault. I know I can be rude, but please know that I never ever meant to hurt you this badly. Neither of us did. As shay said, this wasn’t expected. I was just as shocked as you were. We were both upset that night and somehow found comfort in one another. Look… you’ve know Shay like the back of your hand. She’s a kind, caring, generous person and she would never ever, EVER want to hurt anyone like this, especially someone who I know for fact she cares deeply about. She adores you Kaitlyn, she has never said a bad word about you. Even the day you broke up, she blamed herself. I’m gonna be straight with you, I’ve never felt so deeply for someone the way I do for Shay. We have gotten so close recently and I can’t lie to you Kaitlyn, I think I’m falling for her. ” your eyes begin to water, but not from anger. you sit in silence for a few seconds, Becca finally reaches for your hand.

“Just please know that this isn’t just her fault. As cliche as it sounds, it takes two to tango. This is just as much my fault as hers. Please don’t give up on your friendship Kaitlyn.” You listen to every word she is saying, realising that as hurt as you are, she’s right. My friendship with Shay means too much to lose. You slowly nod in agreement, wiping the tears from your eyes.

“I.. I know. You’re right. She’s my best friend. I won’t let this ruin that. I’m still hurt though Becca, but I can’t lose her”

Becca softly smiles as she lets go of your hand. She stands up and grabs the glass of water next to your desk. She gestures for you to stand up, you do as she says.

“Now… take the water” she hands it to you.

“Now…throw it on me”

“What???” You ask in shock.

“You heard me, throw it on me. I deserve it as much as Shay did. As I said, it’s both our faults”

You stand for a few seconds, debating what would happen if you did. Would she make your life a living hell? Or is this her way of showing how sorry she is. As much as she was right in everything she said, I meant what I said. I’m still hurt. Reluctantly, you throw the glass of water in her face. You step back, preparing for a classic Becca backlash, instead, she begins to laugh. Surprisingly, you begin to laugh as well.

“Feel better?” Becca smiles.

“Yes, Yes I do” Kaitlyn grins, still giggling.
You both step out of the room to find shay leaning against the door, attempting to hear what is being said.
——— Shays perspective

“Oh shit sorry.. I just wanted to check you were both not killing each other” you say with embarrassment. You notice Becca is drenched, you look at Kaitlyn who is still giggling. To your surprise, Kaitlyn steps towards you and gives you a hug.

“Listen Shay, I’m hurt as hell right now, and I’m still kinda pissed at you for lying to me. But, our friendship means too much to lose over this.”

You begin to sob again, holding her tightly.

“I’m so so so so sorry Kait but I’m so glad you still want to be my friend. I will never hurt you like this again, I swear” you continue to hold one another. Becca remains stood behind Kaitlyn, looking at you. You mouth to her “thank you” and she smiles back. She saved my friendship, and for that, I love her even more.