so i avoided him as much as i could

andreil valentine’s day

it’s 1 am and i should be writing an essay but instead i wrote some valentine’s day andreil oops

  • it’s andrew and neil’s first valentine’s day together
  • they didn’t have anything planned or discussed it
    • neil hasn’t ever spent valentine’s day with anyone who meant as much to him as andrew has
    • and andrew could care less about valentine’s day
      • except for the excessive amounts of chocolate on sale the day after
  • the day before valentine’s one of the foxes (probably nicky tbh) comes up to neil and asks him about his plans for valentine’s
  • neil didn’t know that he was supposed to even plan anything for his whatever with andrew
  • cue nicky acting all scandalized
    • “what do you MEAN you don’t have anything planned ??? no plans AT ALL on the MOST ROMANTIC day of the year ???”
    • “why is it such a big deal it’s literally one day”
    • “WHY IS IT SUCH A BIG DEAL you break my heart neil. truly. do you hear that? that’s my heart breaking”
    • “no i dont hear–”
    • “BREAKING NEIL IT’S BREAKING”
  • neil leaves nicky in the middle of the hallway pretend sobbing
  • later that day neil and andrew are on the roof (bc of course they’re on the roof where else would they be? interacting??? with people ??? lol)
  • neil brings it up
    • “are we doing anything for tomorrow?”
    • “what makes you think that”
    • “idk but nicky rendered one of my ears useless from screaming about needing to do something for valentine’s day”
    • “i don’t care about valentine’s day”
    • “ok but like do you wanna go somewhere or not”
    • “i don’t care”
    • “you’re so annoying andrew i literally ask one question”
  • the next day neil is in class and he gets a text from andrew
    • ‘come to the roof’ is all it says
    • ‘i’m in the middle of a lecture what do you want’
    • andrew doesn’t answer
  • so neil excuses himself from the class
    • “sorry im suddenly sick cough cough”
  • when he gets to the roof andrew is sitting there but there’s also a blanket and some food
  • and andrew is avoiding looking at him until he sits next to him on the blanket
    • “i thought we weren’t doing anything today”
    • “i changed my mind”
    • you changed your mind or did renee convince you to do this”
    • “shut up and eat your food”
  • they finish their food and sit there smoking until andrew suddenly says
    • “don’t think that this means anything”
    • “i don’t”
    • “because i still hate you”
    • “i know you do”
    • “but you’re tolerable”
    • “wow what a compliment i’m so honored andrew”
    • “and now i don’t tolerate you anymore shut the fuck up neil”
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Comfort

Originally posted by relationshipaims

Shawn Mendes x Reader

Word Count: 1,286

A/N: This is the first time I’ve written one of these so I hope someone likes it and then I’ll do more! And if anyone does and wants to send me a request pls pls do! X

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The anticipation was killing me as I placed my key in the door. I hadn’t seen Shawn for exactly two months today. It was the longest I had gone without seeing him, he was always busy around this time of year. I quietly opened the door, avoiding the spot in front of the door that never ceases to creak at the worst of times. As I placed my bag in the kitchen, I could see an arm flung over the back of the couch and a bundle of dark, luscious hair. A smile forced my cheeks to raise as I crept over to the couch. I stopped for a moment, standing in front of the couch, admiring the peaceful human being that I adored so much, breathing deeply, eyes shut. I carefully plant one of my feet on the couch, beside Shawn. I climb onto him gently, fitting perfectly in between his legs, my head lowering onto his chest. I feel his arm leave the back of the couch and snake around my waist, holding me close. I lift my head to look up at him with a huge grin on my face. “Y/N, oh my god. Hi…Hi…Hi…Hi” he says with the most beautiful raspy voice, kissing my forehead between every “hi”. “Hey” I reply, my cheeks beginning to hurt from smiling too hard. I flip myself over so I can properly stare into his beautifully brown eyes. The cheeky look he was wearing was enough to make me foolishly giggle - god I missed him. “I missed you.” I say nuzzling into his neck while wrapping my arms around his perfect body. “Y/N you have no idea how hard these past few weeks have been without you. Especially at 1am when I could seriously use a good dose of you.” I can feel that mischievous look on his face and playfully hit his chest at the crude remark. “I’m just joking baby… Well mostly, it is partly true. But I missed every other part of you as well, I promise.” He leans his head away from me, lifting up my chin and allowing me to get lost in his eyes. We stay staring at each other for a moment, my heart filling with love. He breaks the stare by softly placing his warm lips on mine, kissing me ever so slowly but pleasingly. I start to think that maybe what he said before wasn’t so false and maybe I have been craving him too. My head is spinning as he pulls away, my heart pounding. I lay back down, placing his arm on my stomach as I trace the artwork on his forearm. Just as he closes his eyes with a smile creeping onto his lips, I adjust myself so my weight is on my knees, and my hands rest on the arm of the couch where Shawn’s head lay. I gently place my lips on the curve of his neck, placing kisses all the way up to his jawline, earning a small moan that escapes his lips. “Y/N I really didn’t mean to-” I interrupt him as I crash my lips into his, kissing him more passionately and harder than before. His cold hands slip under my shirt and rest on my back, sending shivers through my body. Before I know it, I’m being lifted up off the couch by Shawn’s mesmerisingly strong arms as I wrap my legs around his waist. “Are you sure?” Shawn asks me, his concerned eyes staring into mine. I smiled and gently kissed his lips. No one else in the world could make me feel more safe than him. He raised his eyebrows as he waited for a verbal response. “Yes, Shawn, I’m more than sure.” He kissed me once more before standing me on my feet. He intertwined his, now warm, hand with mine and lead me up the stairs to the bedroom. I immediately commended myself for wearing matching underwear today and even better - Shawn’s favourite pair. I turned Shawn around to face me, kissing his lips hastily before pushing him backwards, onto the bed. I followed soon after, on my hands and knees, crawling up to his gorgeous face. I began kissing his neck, this time from his jawline down. Again, earning a soft moan from Shawn. Lifting his top over his head, I continued my trail of warm, wet kisses down his chest and towards his waistband. He knew how much I loved how he looked in his grey sweatpants. He places his hand under my chin and guides me back towards his face. “I need you so bad Y/N” He whispers to me in between our lustful kiss. He flips us, hovering over me like the angel he is. I watch in adoration as he unbuttons my shirt making me more and more eager for his touch. I quickly sit up, throwing my shirt off my body and reaching for the nape of Shawn’s neck. He kisses me while sliding his hands down the sides of my body in search for my shorts. He somehow manages to swiftly unzip and remove them while not breaking the kiss. “Y/N I think you managed to get sexier while I was away. Unless it’s just that underwear.” He says in a low voice before slipping his tongue under the band of my lacy navy blue underpants, releasing it with a snap on my skin, only stimulating me more. He spreads my legs apart as he removes the item he loves from my body. “Can I, baby?” The hot breath of his voice making me moan. “I’ll take that as a yes” He laughs as I nod my head hurriedly. As his tongue touches my ball of nerves, I know I’m not going to last long. He hums against my sensitive warmth, making me lift my hips, my hands pulling on his hair to bring him closer to my core. My moaning becomes rhythmic as his tongue works like it never has before. “F-fuck Shawn” I pant. He lifts his head up enough to look at me. “Right now is about you, Y/N. I want to show you how much I missed you. Okay?” I nod, my head ready to explode with pleasure. “Please, Shawn. I-I need you so much.” He complies by continuing only this time it’s harder and faster and I can’t control the noises and movements of my body. He moans into my core as he continues to flick his tongue in and around me. He continues at a fast pace as I completely come undone under his touch. He kisses my hip before grabbing his t-shirt off the floor and handing it to me. I lift up my arms as his smell engulfs me, leaving my heart comfortable as ever. He places the covers over us while he lays there smiling at me. I turn my head to the side to face him with the little energy I have left. “I love you. You know that, right?” He asks me as he stares into my soul. He wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer. “I definitely do. I love you so much.” He pulls me tighter than before as I rest my hands against his body and my head on his beating heart, his chin resting on the top of my head. Do you know that feeling where your body is content and filled with happiness and love and there is nothing to worry about because you are safe and in the arms of someone you love? Well this is me now. With the most beautiful being in the world.

McCree

> McCree could sense the fear, the irrational and instinctive shrink of your touch

> He kept his distance from you without saying much

> You’d tell him that it’s not a big deal and he’ll just brush it off and continue to avoid you

> Eventually you just get so fed up and you go up to him and grab him by the shoulders

> “Accidents happen, dammit! You can’t blame yourself for that kind of thing!”

> What you didn’t expect was McCree raising his voice back at you

> “What if I hurt you? What if I kill you?”

> There was a dark look in his eyes, and you felt a cold chill go through you. 

> You took a deep breath, and said,

> “I would be happy to die by your hand.” 

> I’ll leave the details up to your speculation, but I can say that you got a big hug and lots of medicinal tea afterwards

Genji

> Expect to be smothered with medicine and attention

> Every time you shrink away he just tries harder to win you back

> You tell him that it couldn’t be helped and it was just an accident. He just laughed and continued to pump you full of good teas and things you liked

> Eventually you come around and stop retracting yourself at his touch. Only then does he ease up a bit

> Definitely a bit suffocating at first though

> He’s definitely projecting himself onto you by doing all the things he wished his brother would’ve done for him after “killing” him hahaha i love to die

Hanzo

> why must you hurt this man like this You’re pretty sure the arrow that hit you hurt him more than it hurt you

> You knew he would never hurt you intentionally, but you couldn’t help but shrink back from his touch reflexively when you first returned from the mission

> You could see something break in him

> He left without saying anything, and no one around base saw him for a few days

> Hanzo doesn’t really know how to confront his problems and emotions other than running away from them please help him

> You finally track him down a few days later on one of the roofs at the watchpoint overlooking the coast of gibraltar

> He doesn’t meet your eyes, but you give him a big hug and tell him that you know he doesn’t mean it and accidents do happen in the chaos of the battlefield. 

> He later makes you tea and gives you a bunch of folk remedies to help your wounds heal better 

> all of them taste like shite and you don’t have the heart to tell him


> Admin GK

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Fanfiction - Beauchamp Riots (Part III)

I must be mad because – yes! – this is Part III. As promised, this is a short story, so we’re almost at the end. Thank you so much for the overwhelming support and lovely words – I cherish each and every one of them in my heart. You guys rock! See you on the other side. <3

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Part III – Dresses & Question Marks

The weeks went by quickly, as I watched the days pass submerged on a numbed haze. I dove on my work, finding solace on the bleeding vessels that I could repair; on the firm grip of the sternal saw on my fingers - lethal on an unexperienced hand – but a doorway to the pulsing heart that I could hold on my hands and actually cure; on the buzzing of the machines that surrounded me in the OR, as soothing to my troubled soul as a lullaby.

I tried my hardest to avoid Jamie. I had so much to tell him – and yet I feared the unavoidable change that conversation would entail. Since that night on the phone, I had come to a halting conclusion – if Jamie actually married Geneva, I must find a way to sever all ties with him. I couldn’t contaminate him with my misery; couldn’t condemn his marriage to a blustering failure by splitting him in two.

But I still held hope that I could sway things. So on Friday morning, having the day off from work, I allowed myself a double expresso - with no sugar or cream – and raided my closet for something to wear. There’s no rationalizing it, really – I wasn’t going on a date. But if I intended to fight a battle, I needed an armour – I couldn’t feel inferior to Geneva, defeated before I had the chance to brandish my proverbial sword. I settled for high waisted trousers, with an elegant cut, and a white chemise, complemented with black heels – quite unusual for my practical nature.

She had texted me the address the previous night, so I met her in front of the first shop she intended to explore, a pricy and tasteful establishment called “The Blushing Bride”. Geneva was wearing a floral blue dress and sunglasses, which - to my profound distaste - made her look like a movie star.

“Claire!” She greeted me with a pleasant smile. “So glad you made it!”

“Yes.” I tried to smile back, but my facial muscles felt stiff. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” Geneva patted me on the shoulder, as if she was a pet owner, proud of her small animal’s behaviour.

“Shall we go in?” She theatrically peeked above the rim of her glasses, her grey eyes shining. Seeing me nodding in agreement, she marched to the boutique’s door.

“What do you have in mind?” I asked, almost blinded by the sudden outburst of white, ivory and cream that filled my eyes the moment I stepped inside.

“Well, I wanted to talk to you about the wedding.” She tapped her finger on her lips. “Make sure you’re on board.”

“I was talking about the wedding dress.” I whispered, raising my eyebrows. “Unless you want to go wild and wear a red number or spend the rest of our days inside this store, I think we need to narrow it down a bit.”

“And you?” Geneva asked, her chestnut hair dangling around her shoulders, as she moved to touch on some fabrics. “Did you decide already what you’re wearing? With your voluptuous curves, you need to be somewhat careful.”

I was pretty sure she was trying to imply that my arse was big – but I was very distant from the insecure teenager I might have been while at high school. I was well resolved with the curves of my butt – and happened to know that Jamie found it one of my best traits.

“Not sure yet,” I replied evenly, offering her one relaxed smile. “But I’m thinking black.”

“Oh.” She said. If she grasped it for the offense it was intended to be, she said nothing. We moved around the racks of imposing dresses, trading short comments about shapes and colours. “Jamie has been…very… gentlemanly with me.” She said haltingly. I bit the inside of my cheek. “I’m that fortunate, of course. But I was thinking if he ever said anything to you? There’s nothing wrong with him – medically, of course?”

I hummed, silently grateful for not being eating salty snacks this time around. “I think Jamie is just different from other men.” I coughed, fixing my gaze on some shoes, embellished with sequins and ribbons. “He wants to do right by you. I’m sure he’ll give you an unforgettable honeymoon, though.”

I had shared a bed with Jamie through the years, for various reasons – holidays, sleepovers or while I tended him when he was sick. And although we had never ventured on that type of intimacy, I hadn’t failed to notice his arousal when he woke up next to me in bed. I was fairly certain everything worked properly – should he choose to take that step.

Fortunately my assurances seemed to have soothed her anxieties – I couldn’t stomach to know more about their sexual dalliances. Eventually, Geneva decided it was time to start to try on some wedding dresses.

The first gown was pearl pink and had a train that should be reserved to royalty only. The second one had a skirt so big it could fit an entire family of five inside it – if she was planning to live under it, not only be married in it, it could have been a good choice. The third model seemed to belong on the Moulin Rouge – not for being ostentatious or glittery, but because it resembled naughty lingerie.

I was partially amused with Geneva’s choices – but dismay was slowly creeping in. How was it possible that this woman knew so little of the man she was about to be married? How was it possible that Jamie was about to commit himself to this shallow girl, so focused on her desires that she completely overlooked his own?

“I don’t think that’s the one.” I said shortly, trying to contain laughter, as Geneva displayed attempt number four - she actually had tried a red dress. “Perhaps something more classic and simple – let your beauty shine for itself.”

Geneva looked at me through the mirror on the wall, a small smile appearing on her lips. “I know you don’t like me much, Claire. That’s alright – we are very different, you and I. And you had such a special place in Jamie’s life…I really wasn’t expecting it to be any different.” Her chestnut hair was blazing on the artificial lights and for once she seemed solemn and serious, her eyes searching mine on the reflected image. “But I want you to know that I do love him – fiercely. I want him to be happy.”

I inhaled slowly, my hands closing until I could feel my nails digging on my flesh. I returned her gaze and gave her a small nod.

“Good. We want the same thing, then.” I got up from the armchair where I had been surveilling her pageant and walked to a hanger nearby. I searched through an array of dresses, until I found the one. “Here, try this on.”

She was right – I didn’t like her. Not only because she was stealing away Jamie, but also because we were as diametrically different as the sun and the moon. We weren’t really best friend material, either – and for that alone I could participate in ridicule her, watching her choose the worst dress in the entire collection.  But she was a woman in love – and I could relate to that. And she was marrying a man that deserved the absolute best – even if I could ruin her day (and I wasn’t that sure I actually had it in me), I couldn’t take any part in hurting Jamie.  

“It’s perfect. Isn’t it?” She asked moments later, almost breathless. Her eyes were moist with emotion – she seemed vulnerable, not so poised and coquettish, and for a moment I could see the woman Jamie had decided to cherish.

“Yes.” I whispered, my voice hoarse. “My job here is done.”

****

Do you know how time has that magical capacity of changing its pace? How he races when something dreadful approaches and stretches, languid, when your deepest desires are almost within your grasp?

I didn’t know where I had lost the weeks that acted as shields to Jamie’s wedding. One sleepless night here; one long surgery there; a weekend away at Callandar to take my mind of things. Several missed calls from Jamie and even more missed words between us.

One day I woke up and only one week was left; and Jamie had texted me at dawn summoning me to go to the pub that night, hang out with the happy couple and the lads as a kind of stag party.

“Tonight is the night, darling.” I patted Adso and rubbed his ear. “Make the cut and assess the bleeding – find out if it’s catastrophic or if the patient lives to fight another day.”

****

“Ye’re very quiet tonight, Sassenach.” Jamie asked me discretely, while everyone was busy requesting another round. “Are ye concerned for a patient?”

“Yes.” I gratefully used the offered escape. “A serious heart problem, poor thing. Don’t think she’s going to make it.”

“Ah.” His eyes wrinkled with seriousness. “I’m verra sorry to hear that.”

“We changed the honeymoon.” Geneva was chatting with Willie and Angus. “Instead of going to Bermuda, we’re staying at a lovely cottage in Isle of Skye.”

“Aye.” Jamie smiled. “Geneva surprised me. She thought I would like to spend my honeymoon in Scotland and Skye is such a bonny place.”

“Did she?” I babbled, drinking down my whiskey.

“How about yer vows, Jamie lad?” Rupert asked. “Are you finished writing them?”

“Actually,” Geneva interrupted. “I insisted that we used the ancient Gaelic vows. Since we won’t be married at Lallybroch, I want Jamie to have a bit of Scotland with him.”

I snorted so loudly that every face on the booth was turned in my direction.

“What’s going on, Sassenach?” Jamie asked, leaning to whisper on my ear.

“Nothing.” I croaked. “I have something in my nose. Must be some sort of virus.”

“Ye look healthy enough to me.” Jamie grimaced.

“You seem to be missing lots of things.” I replied, dryly. “Obviously.” I mouthed, before I raised my glass again.

“Are ye making me an uncle anytime soon, Jamie?” Willie laughed. “Flora could do with having another bairn to play when we gather.”

“We want plenty of children.” Geneva smiled and looked adoringly at Jamie, squeezing his hand placed on the table. “Jamie always wanted a big family.”

This time my laugh was evident – a sardonic and humourless sound, which sounded cruel even to my ears. Geneva was frowning in my direction and Jamie’s eyes were piercing mine. Angus looked at me with apprehension, before he dexterously grabbed Geneva and dragged her to play some darts.

“Why are you being like this?” Jamie asked when we were left alone, sat together on the booth, as we had been countless times before.

“Like what?” I asked defiantly.

Mallaichte bas! Like a wee bairn with a bad temper, Claire.” Jamie growled. “Ye’ve been cruel to Geneva tonight, and unrightfully so. She is only trying to please me.”

“She is only saying what you want to hear. And if you think anything different, you’re the fool!” I spat out, my cheeks flushing. I had a whistling sound inside my ears that seemed to throb in rhythm with my heart.

“Are ye jealous?” Jamie said slowly. “Because finally someone knows me other than you?”

“Lake District doll doesn’t know the first thing about you!” I hissed, leaning over the table as a cat about to pounce. “All these things – the honeymoon, the vows, the children – I told her all of that. She is only repeating it, because she was afraid you would realize how this whole marriage is a damned farce. I even chose her fucking wedding dress! I’m the one that knows you, Jamie – not her.”

“And yet I’m marrying her.” Jamie swallowed hard. “Ye said ye would support me and instead you’re entertaining yerself with the wreckage of my life!”

“You bloody bastard!” I sobbed. Tears were burning my eyes, as the dim lights of the pub turned to washing rivers. “I can’t sleep, eat or think and yet – yet you think I’m entertained!”

“If you’re not entertained, then what are ye?” Jamie clenched his jaw, as an invisible dome of anger and frustration surrounded him.

“I think you know.” I began to gather my things – phone, scarf and purse – preparing to leave. “Perhaps you knew all along. That’s why you let yourself enter this scheme of an engagement. That’s why you chose for a fiancé someone that couldn’t really know you or see you.”

Seas!” Jamie said, his voice low. “Please, Claire. I need ye by my side.”

“No.” I closed my eyes – catastrophic bleeding, then. “I won’t. I’m sorry, but I can’t be your best woman. I can’t be at your wedding, Jamie.” I opened my eyes and looked at him, preparing to turn my back on him for what could be the last time. “It’s me you call in the middle of the night. It’s my body you crave for when you come out of sleep. It’s my voice you want to hear first when something happens – to share the burden or the happiness. I’m the one that knows your dreams, nightmares and desires. So what does that mean, Jamie?”

He looked at me with confusion and pain in his blue, daunting, eyes. He opened his lips – God, would I never kiss him there? – but I raised my hand to stop him.

“I think you should do some soul searching, James Fraser. Call me when you realize that you have loved me all along.” And I walked away.

Bellamy Blake Imagine: Addicted

Requested by @jazminblake

Song: Crazy in love

Summary: Reader and Bellamy are the leaders of the camp and are really close. One day Bellamy starts avoiding her without any reason. Reader is hurt because she loves him and tries to find out why he ignores her. One day she finally makes him talk to her and he admits that he got scared of being in love with her.

Word Count:  2102


Originally posted by nancywheeleers


Y/N’s POV

I had never thought that a person could influence someone else’s life so much just by their presence. But now, after my life had completely turned upside down and I found myself on the Earth with another 100 delinquents, I knew it was possible. Somehow I had earned a leadership position which I shared with Bellamy Blake.

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Anon said: hello lovelies~ i love your blog so much~ it’s always so nice to read your writings. can i request a soulmate!au scenario for kuroo and oikawa where the first words their s/o says to them is “this must be a mistake” which has always bothered them at the prospect of their s/o being disappointed in them being their soulmate but, they come to realize that the soulmate words on the quiet girl in the back of their class isn’t so much better? Turns out s/o knew for awhile but avoided them out of fear

Slightly angsty I see anon, okay I can do that -Hope


Oikawa Tooru

‘Get out of my way!’

Those were the words that were inscribed on your arm. You knew very well that the setter of the volleyball team was your soulmate after that moment in the halls. You didn’t like him after that, you didn’t care that he was your soulmate, how could you ever come to love someone so arrogant and rude. 

You understood that, the day you had even managed to walk up to him he was in a rush. But him forcefully shoving you to the side and yelling that at you and then feeling the words that he had spoken being placed on your arm made tears well up in your eyes. 

In class you did your work like you should, you just wanted to get out of high school and go to college to where you could be with people more like yourself. Yet when the teacher was calling out names that would be paired together for a current project and she called out your name with Oikawa’s your eyes widened. 

Thoughts swarmed through your head as he walked over to you sitting in the desk that was next to yours and pushed them together. “This must be a mistake.” You whispered thinking that the boy next to you couldn’t hear but he did, feeling the prick of your words dot his skin. 

The brown haired boy pushed up his sleeve seeing the words you just mumbled on his arm. His heart sank, did you not want to be his soulmate? Had you already known and just not told him about it? 

You just wanted to be left alone, to request to work on the project by yourself rather than with him. As you stood from your seat going about to go and talk to the teacher Oikawa grabbed your arm. You looked down at him as his brown eyes seemed to pour into yours.

“Sit down please, I need to talk to you.” He said expecting you to feel the same prick that he had just felt. He held onto your arm and pushed up your sleeve expecting to see the words he just said but he didn’t. “Get out of my way?” He questioned and you pulled away your arm, rolling your sleeve back down. 

You sighed before you spoke, “I don’t want to be your soulmate, you’re rude and full of yourself. I also don’t want to be your partner for this project. I don’t want anything to do with you.” 

Kuroo Tetsurou

‘Just shut up and sit down!’

Those were the words sketched on your skin. The words yelled at you as you fumbled to read a sentence out of a book. You felt the prick of his words form on your skin and you sat down. The teacher had yelled at him after that but that didn’t stop the fact that the boy who was supposed to be your soulmate had just yelled at you. 

You wanted to cry, why did you have to end up being soulmates with someone who had been incredibly rude to you. You had pulled up your sleeve to look at the words and you had a fateful sight, there they were right on your arm. 

That was the only time he had ever spoken to you and you were happy that it was so. You didn’t want to talk to such a rude person, he never did anything kind and always for some reason had an attitude with the underclassmen. You wished your soulmate could have been anyone but him, even a first year would have been fine, just not Kuroo.

As the year went on you definitely progressed. You no longer read your sentences under your breath, you gladly spoke out and projected your voice and got engaged with class discussions. Needless to say is that you got confidence, and that was something that Kuroo had definitely liked. One day before lunch he stopped you from walking out of the classroom, “Hey cutie where do you think you are going, I want to talk to you.” He had said and you almost laughed in his face. 

“This must be a mistake.” Were the words that fell out of your mouth, dripping with sarcasm and hate. Kuroo felt a prick in his arm and he looked at it seeing the words you had just said. 

His eyes widened as he took your arm pulling you into him and rolling up your sleeve. “Just shut up and sit down.” He said softly and you pulled yourself away from him. 

You looked at him with disgust, shaking your head slightly at the taller boy before you spoke, “If you think that I want to be your soulmate you are dead wrong, I have no business with you. In fact I don’t have any romantic feeling for you whatsoever so it would be better if you never talked to me again.” You said and walked away from him. He looked back at his arm and your figure that was going down the hall. 

He had completely forgotten about that one time at the beginning of the year when he was had yelled at you for stuttering over your words. He did though feel like shit, he wanted to find his soulmate, and seeing that you didn’t want anything to do with him made him, none the less, upset.

Promises - Fred Weasley Imagine

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Hi sorry to bother you again. Could I have a request where the reader (Ravenclaw please) is pregnant with feeds baby but is afraid to tell him till he eventually pushes the reader to tell him why she keeps (pregnancy symptoms). You can pick the ending. Thank you again love your writing sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much.💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜
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A/n: You said I can pick the ending so, I decided to change it up… Only a little… Ish


~(Y/n) POV~

There it was. On the counter. All the noise that was outside the bathroom door disappeared and time seemed to stop. I’m pregnant, a thing I tried to avoid ever since I became a teenager so I could pursue my dream. Once I think back to the time it happened, It now becomes clear how reckless I was. I got drunk and got caught in the moment.

I’m not scared to have a baby, my parents always told me that I shouldn’t be afraid of what I have to deal with but I can’t help but fear one thing. Fred. My boyfriend, the father of my child. We’ve been dating ever since our third year but we’ve known each other ever since our first year. I fell in love with Fred and I feel like I can’t live without him but how is he going to react to me being pregnant. We’re both 16.

I picked up the pregnancy test. Two pink lines were shown. I took a deep breath in before going on my knees and puking in the toilet. I stayed in the bathroom for a while, just thinking. Thinking about all the different ways this situation can go. Fred is excited when I tell him and he helps me raise the baby or Fred isn’t happy and he leaves me so I take care of the baby myself. I can’t tell him, what if he leaves me?

~1 Month Later~

I’m one month into my pregnancy, my belly is barely showing and I’ve been having Nausea like I’ve never felt before, I constantly have to pee and my back hurts like hell. Fred has been noticing these things and questions me but I always change the subject.

I was planning on telling him the next day after I found out but I got to scared. Soon the days added up and now I’m one month. I’ve told my parents already, they took it better than I expected. It was fear that soon turned into joy of being grandparents.

“Hi love” Fred said wrapping an arm around my waist as he kissed my temple.

“Hey” I said closing my book, we were in the library and it was empty not including the librarian.

“I need to talk to you”

“What is it?” I asked

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” My heart began race against my chest.

“Well, I was just worried… You’ve been throwing up a lot lately and eating differently”

“I… It’s nothing… I already went to the doctors”

“You’re lying to me” he says

“No,

"I’m pregnant”

His face changed immediately. It was no longer smirking Fred, he frowned.

“W-what? How? It can’t be mine” He said quickly. By the tone of his voice, I could already tell that he’s not happy.

“What do you mean?”

“We haven’t done anything!” My eyes began to sting as tears threaten to fall. Does he really think that?

“Fred, it’s your baby! I never cheated on you! Don’t you remember? It was the night you won that game, we got drunk.” I whisper wiping my tears furiously with the sleeve of my robe.

“I- I have to go” he said getting up quickly.

“No, Fred. Fred, please come back” I cried, my voice merely above a whisper and cracked but he didn’t listen to me. He left me there and I cried holding my stomach.

“I’ll love you no matter what happens, I promise” I whispered as I rubbed my stomach. After, I stopped crying I began to think again. It was the true Ravenclaw in me that always made me think things through no matter what it was.

I don’t need Fred to help me raise a child. There are so many single mothers out there who take care of kids all by themselves. If they can do it why can’t I.

~5 Months Later~

Time seemed to slip through my fingers. I’m 5 months into my pregnancy and my stomach is as big as a ballon soon it will be too big and ready to pop. These five months have been the hardest/ best months of my life.

The best months because I found out that I’m having a beautiful baby girl and that she’s healthy and alive in my stomach but also the hardest months because I don’t have Fred anymore.

He’s been ignoring me or I’ve been ignoring him. I miss him a lot but how could I go back to him? He doesn’t want the baby and all I want is this child. We’ve seen each other around school but it was only glances back and forth and nothing more.

No smiles, no waves, no words. But as the days pass on, I can see that it takes a toll on Fred. He looks more tired, his usual happy smirking demeanor was changed into a frown and depressed look. I think it’s completely over but some think otherwise.

“You should talk to him” Mrs. Weasley said as she placed a cup of tea in front of me. When I first told her she lit up like a firework but soon became doleful and upset when I told her about Fred.

“No, if he doesn’t want the baby. I completely understand, I can raise the baby myself.”

Mrs. Weasley shook her head sipping her tea. She often invited me to her house for tea to talk about the baby and my plans for what’s to come

“Has he been talking to you?” She asked

“No” She looks a bit teary eyed but I understood why. She was scared that I wouldn’t let her see the baby but I always told her that she can see the baby whenever she wanted too.

“But it’s okay. Fred is the father and that makes you the grandmother.” I reminded her, she smiles and hugs me.

~The Next Day~

I sat in the transfiguration courtyard rubbing my stomach as it cramped beneath my fingers. Somedays the pain would just come and It was hard to calm it. I took deep breaths in and out heavily while rubbing my stomach softly.

“(Y/n)?” I opened my eyes to see Fred standing in front of me. I was quite shocked because I thought our fight was the last time he was ever going to talk to me.

“H-hi” I whispered, it felt so weird talking to him after so long yet it felt good. I missed hearing his voice.

“I…” He sighed heavily and sat down. “I don’t know how to start”

“Start what?” I ask, I’m getting a little scared now. His fists are clenched tight and he’s breathing heavily. I scooted back on the bench putting my arms around my stomach to protect the baby just in case.

“I don’t know where to begin. I know I messed up really bad. I should have never yelled at you nor should I have ever left you for so long. Sorry will never cover what I did to you but if you could give me a second chance.” He said it so softly but I knew he meant every word.

“Give me a good reason why I should?” It was my anger that was setting in.

“Because I love you. I love our child.”

“Then why did you leave us?” I whispered, tears falling down my cheeks.

“Because I was scared. Scared that I wouldn’t make a good father, I thought I wasn’t ready but now I am. I want to help you raise our child and I will cherish him or her with everything. I want to raise a family with you and only you.” His face is so close, I can feel his breath against my face.

“I want to be there with you holding your hand through everything. I will not abandon our child, I will be there for their first laugh, words, steps, everything. Just please give me a second chance because I’m sorry. I’m sorry…” After that he continued to whisper sorry but I grabbed his face in my hands and wiped the tears away with my thumbs.

“I forgive you, Fred” I kiss him slowly like I used to when he was feeling down. It felt so amazing to kiss him after everything.

“Don’t make me regret it, Weasley”

“I promise, you won’t.”

~~Kristian

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Requested by @rochyu

Pairing: Theo Raeken x Reader
Word count: 525
Warnings: Slight mention of smut.


A quiet but satisfied moan left you as Theo rolled off you. You gazed over at his slightly red face, surround by his tousled hair that you just had tangled your fingers in, but despise that you felt a lump in your stomach. ”What’s the matter Y/N?” He asks as he notice some kind of misery reeking from you.

You rolled to face him with your whole body. ”Look Theo, I can’t do this..” you began. He raised his eyebrows and gave you a look of confusion. ”I know we’re-” he started but your heart beat way to hard in your chest that you had to interrupt him to say what you needed.

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Always a Bridesmaid, Never a Bride [J-Hope]

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader
Genre: Fluffity fluffity fluff it’s all fluff and also bad humor
Word Count: 3320
Description: Who knew blind dates could go so RIGHT?

Author’s Note: wahey somehow all my latest fics have been hobi fics…coincidence? i think not. ANYWAYS it’s my faves birthday and i just love him so much so i avoided all my work and everything to write this i mean iw ould have avoided work anyways but whaTERVER THE POINT IS THAT I LOVE HIMA LOT A LOT A LOT i hope he has the nicest day and he knows that he is amazing and beautiful on the inside and the out and that he eats a lot of cake and gets a lot of compliments and presents..he is just so lovely..i love him sosososo much…,,,, now pls..enjoy my bad humor fic

“It’s not like I’m the bride,” you mutter, wedging your phone between your ear and your shoulder as you pick at a knot in your hair, making a face to yourself in the mirror as you feel how rough and matted your hair is. Your head is killing you, and all you want is to go back to bed, but apparently cake tasting is more important that you feeling like absolute death, and “Jesus, [Name], you knew we were going to choose a cake today, so I don’t give two shits about your stupid hangover and how you brought it on your own incompetent-at-drinking ass, but you are coming unless you want me to scream in your ear” so you’d just need to pop an aspirin (or, like, six) before you left.

“I know you’re not the bride, but I am, and I want all my bridesmaids to have a date.” You sigh, and Jiyeon tuts on the other end of the call. “Also you put yourself down with a plus one, and we’ve already set all the tables,” she whines.

You drop the length of knotted hair, and grab your hair in handfuls instead, shoving it into a messy, drooping knot, and picking up your toothbrush. “That was before my horrible, dreadful, bad breakup with my shitty, cheating, asshat of a boyfriend you, my dear, dear friend, promised to never mention, remember?

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Confession:  I don’t mind Bull betraying me so much as I mind constantly being told it’s my fault he betrayed me because if I had done something different he wouldn’t have betrayed me. And if I hadn’t recruited him he never would have betrayed me either so is it my fault no matter what because I could have easily avoided bringing him at all and if an avoidable action is taken triggering a betrayal apparently it’s time to victim blame?

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I love this so much because he’s recovering from radiation poisoning, but he suddenly tells her that he wants to go back to the DIA. She’s not happy about it but doesn’t want to talk about it after the day they’d had. but he insists and when she tells him that she didn’t know if their marriage could survive that again, he goes into avoidance mode and says, “I have to close my eyes.” She says “of course” in a genuine way. And if that was me, I’d probably be pissed and would have told him to stop avoiding it after he had brought it up. But I thought this was so sweet because even though she knew that he used his sickness as a way to avoid talking about it further, she also knows that he is, in fact, feeling really sick. When she sees the way he’s breathing as if he’s in pain, she puts their conversation aside and just comforts him. There’s so much love in this moment.

The cockpit door slid open, and he glanced over his shoulder to see Luke come in. “We’re here, kid,” he said.
“I know,” Luke said, moving forward to stand behind Mara. “Mara told me.”
Han threw a look at Mara. Near as he could tell, she’d spent the whole trip avoiding Luke, which wasn’t all that easy on a ship the size of the Falcon. Luke had returned the favor by staying out of her way, which wasn’t much easier. “She did, huh?”
“It’s all right,” Luke assured him, gazing out at the planet ahead. “So that’s Wayland.”
“That’s Wayland,” Mara said shortly, unstrapping and brushing past Luke. “I’ll be in back,” she said over her shoulder, and left.
“You two work so well together,” Han commented as the cockpit door slid shut behind her.
“Actually, we do,” Luke said, sliding into the copilot’s seat Mara had just vacated. “You should have seen us aboard the Chimaera when we went in to rescue Karrde. She’s a good person to have at your side.”
Han threw him a sideways look. “Except when she wants to slide a knife in it.”
“I’m willing to take my chances.” Luke smiled. “Must be one of those crazy Jedi things.”
“This isn’t funny, Luke,” Han growled. “She hasn’t given up on killing you, you know. She told Leia that back on Coruscant.”
“Which tells me that she really doesn’t want to do it,” Luke countered. “People don’t usually go around announcing murder plans in advance. Especially not to the victim’s family.”
“You willing to bet your life on that?”
Luke shrugged fractionally. “I already have.”
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The Last Command, Timothy Zahn

lol. Luke Skywalker, 100% Team Mara, even though she still says she wants to kill him and isn’t even nice to him, ever. 

i received word that graves has been acting rather unruly lately, so perhaps he needs to be knocked down a peg.

i could give him a strict talking to, but i would much rather avoid another tantrum, so i will put this out there:

i still have your letters. 

my favorite is that particularly sentimental one. i find it quite interesting. 

as would your father.

A Big Disappointment/// Dad!Sirius Black x Reader

Originally posted by skylerlockerbie

Request: Would it be okay to request another Sirius daughter!reader fic? If it is could you do one where they get sorted and try really hard to get into Gryffindor to make him proud but end up in Ravenclaw instead. Maybe have them avoid any mail in case he sends a letter because they feel guilty? I’m a sucker for comfort stories sorry. (anonymous)

A/N: Yes guys, keeps these coming! Kinda becoming obsessed with writing these types of fanfiction but how could I not be, they’re so much fun to write. Oh yeah, in this fanfic we’re gonna act like Sirius going to Azkaban wasn’t a thing. Just go with it. I really hope you enjoy!

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     Your father held your hand as you wound through the other families on the platform. Every so often his grip would tighten protectively. Finally, you reached an area that was mostly empty and relatively close to the train. 

     You dad put his hands on both of your shoulders and looked down at you. 

    “Okay, are you ready?” You nodded. “Fantastic! You’ll have a great time at Hogwarts, I certainly did. Make sure to make friends, that’ll make your time a lot easier. Don’t get behind on your studies, I always was and that didn’t much help my success in school. Finally, send me a letter as soon as you can telling me what house you’ve been sorted into.”

    His eyes seemed to brighten at the mention of sorting. Your dad had never quite said it but you knew he wanted you to be a Gryffindor, he expected you to be a Gryffindor. Being a Gryffindor was apart of who he was, it changed his life. He wanted it to be apart of you too. Even though you didn’t know much about your mother you knew she had been a Gryffindor too. That was where they had met. 

    You were sure you’d be sorted into Gryffindor. You were practically raised to be a Gryffindor but there was still a lingering suspicion that you wouldn’t end up there. You smiled at him. 

    “Of course.” He smiled at you. His arms wrapped around you in a protective hug. You hugged back with all of your might, knowing that this would be the last time you would do this for a while. The train horn went off notifying everyone that it would be leaving soon. Your dad gave you one last good look. 

    “Well, off you go then. Bye, darling.” 

    “Bye, dad.” You turned and ran through the doors onto the train. 


    Usually by the end of the train ride you would have befriended everyone. Your dad had taught you how to be charismatic and how to make friends easily but for the most part it came naturally. However, today you just weren’t feeling it. Especially since your dad wasn’t by your side. 

     For the entire train ride you just sat alone. You were excited to find a carriage that was completely empty. When you arrived at the school, you sat quietly through McGonagall’s speak. McGonagall’s eyes slid over the crowd of first years absently. Your father had assured you that she would like you. You hoped he was right. 

     When if was time to be sorted McGonagall led you guys out to the Great Hall. There seemed to be millions of eyes on you. You wanted to hide your face but the best you could do was staring straight ahead. The hat was sat on a stool and like your father had told you it began to sing. 

    Most of the first years were to stunned to applaud but you and a few others clapped along with the rest of the crowd. That’s when McGonagall began to call names. Only a few names were called before the moment you were dreading finally came around. 

    McGonagall did a double take when she saw the next name on the list. “(Y/N) Black,”she called out. You stepped forward and quickly sat down on the stool. You tried not to make eye contact with anyone so you just stared at the ground. This problem was quickly solved when the hat was placed on your head. It sunk far down onto your head and you could only see darkness. 

    “A child of Sirius Black…this should be interesting,”the hat muttered in your ear. 

    “Please be Gryffindor, please,” you thought. 

    “Gryffindor, eh? You don’t seem like much of a Gryffindor.” You nearly gasped out loud. 

    “Yes I do! You’ve never met anyone more of a Gryffindor than me.” The hat laughed to itself. 

    “A lot like your dad. Still, I don’t think you belong in Gryffindor. Well, it must be….RAVENCLAW!” Your heart sank completely. When the hat came from on top of your head you saw a wave of kids in but cheering for you. You smiled politely as you made your way over to them. Your smile wasn’t the slightest bit sincere. 

    Many people introduced themselves but soon all of the names blended together. You didn’t feel like entertaining even more now. 


Dear (Y/N),

    You didn’t write me a letter! I assume you forgot. It’s fine, the first week can be pretty tough. I hope you’re getting along well. What house were you sorted into? Write back as soon as you can.

Love,

Dad

    The first letter came within days of the sorting ceremony. Before you had even received it, you had been trying to think of ways to break the news, that you weren’t a Gryffindor, to him. You let the letter stay on your desk for a while before just throwing it away. Instantly you felt guilty but you still had no plans of writing him back.

    The second letter came when you didn’t reply. The third was attached to your favourite kind of sweets from Diagon Alley as your father thought you were homesick. The fourth was when he sounded really really nervous and worried but not exactly angry. The fifth was the one where he told you that if you didn’t reply within two days he would be at Hogwarts to talk to you. 

    Despite all of this you never wrote him a reply. Letter after letter wound up in the trash. You just couldn’t bare to tell him. You couldn’t stand disappointing him.


   When you were told that Professor McGonagall wanted see you in her office your dad’s letters were the furthest thing from your mind. You thought it had something to do with class. 

     Great, you thought. Already behind on schoolwork. What would dad think about this? 

    You knocked on the door and received a come in from the inside. When you walked in you came face to face with your dad. You debated whether running was an option. Somehow you managed to stay put. Your dad looked upset but when he saw you come in relief flooded over his features. 

    He rushed over to hug you. You had definitely missed his hugs, even if it had only been weeks. 

    “I was worried about you,” he said. You nodded. 

    “Five letters in two and a half weeks. That’s a lot, old man.” He laughed but then he forced his face to go straight. 

    “This is not a time for jokes, dear. All this time with no reply, I didn’t know what to think. Now that I know you received them, maybe you should tell me what to think.” You hadn’t prepared a proper excuse. 

    “I…um….sick owl.” Your father looked at you and he instantly recognized dishonesty. 

    “Come on, let’s take a walk.” Your father led you out of the office and outside of the school. 

     “Your owl’s not sick is he?” You looked down at your feet, not wanting to make eye contact with him. 

    “No,”you muttered. 

    “Then why’d you lie. Hey, look at me.” Your eyes shot up to meet his. “You’re all I got, we don’t lie to each other. You know that.” Your eyes dropped back down. 

     “You never even told me what house you were sorted into.” You could tell without even looking at him that he was now excited. You couldn’t stand looking up at him now. 

    “I um…” His eyebrows drew closer together. “I was sorted into…Ravenclaw.” He was completely quiet. You decided to glance at him to get some indication of what on Earth he was thinking. His face was completely blank. Then he began to laugh. 

    “Is that why you haven’t written? Seriously?” You nodded. “Oh, sweetheart. It’s fine, it’s perfectly fine.” 

    “But it isn’t really. Is it? We both know you wanted me to be a Gryffindor because you were a Gryffindor and mom was a Gryffindor and I’m your only kid but I’m not so it’s not really fine.” Your father took one step in front of you, thoroughly blocking your path. He looked worried. 

    “Hey. I’ll admit if you were a Gryffindor that would have been fantastic.” Your face fell. “But you aren’t and it’s still fantastic. Do you like the people in your house?” You nodded. “Have you made friends there?” Another nod. “Are you happy?” Nod. “Then that’s all that matters.” 

    His arms wrapped around you and you sank into his hug. “More than anything I just want you to be happy. I couldn’t care less what house you are. You’re my little girl and I’d be proud of you no matter what.” He let go and began to walk again. You were right by his side. 

     “When I first arrived at Hogwarts there was nothing I wanted more than to be a Slytherin.” This shocked you. Your eyes shot up to him. “It’s true. Every person in my family had been a Slytherin. When the hat announced I was a Gryffindor, I felt my heart drop. I never wanted to tell my parents but eventually the word got to them. However, the difference between my parents and me is that I don’t care about all that.” Your father smiled at you. 

    “Who knows maybe our family tradition is breaking tradition?” You threw your arms around his waist and hugged him tightly. He returned the gesture. 

    “Yeah, maybe.”

Unexpected Miracle

Request: Hi I just wanted to know if you could do one where the reader and Derek are together in high school and when they graduate they decide to break their relationship because they will be going away for college and they don’t end on a great note so when the reader finds out she’s pregnant when she get to her college she hide it from everyone. Maybe during winter break both her and Derek are back home and she tries to avoid him? You can pick the ending!I love your writing so much!

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Word count: 2078

Author’s note: Wow! I really hope I won’t let down anyone with how this turned out (especially the sweet Anon who sent in the request) – I just kinda feel like it’s not my best work, you know? I feel awful about it, I really do. But let me know what you think, I’m nonetheless curious about your opinion. :) Also, a confession: I wanted to finish it up yesterday, but I accidentally left my notebook at school, in which I had most of the fic written down, so I had to wait until today. I was literally going nuts until I had my notebooks in my hands again, haha!

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Christmas is gone, and so far, I have been succeeding in avoiding Derek. However, my luck lasted only as long as my parents figured out they should probably invite him over during the holiday, since we had been in such a long and serious relationship, and they loved his polite puppy self, too. I tried to make excuses or come up with ideas why I couldn’t possibly be here while Derek is at ours, but my mother said sternly, “Then you cancel all your plans. It wouldn’t hurt to at least wish him a merry Christmas and a happy new year, now, would it?”

This is how I ended up sitting on our couch, deliberately making a show of sulking to try and get my parents to let me off the hook and escape before Derek would arrive – why won’t they understand that I just can’t bare to see him?

My leg is bouncing against the ground in my anxiety, and my teeth sink into my bottom lip nervously. I perk up whenever I hear something remotely similar to the doorbell, but it’s never him. Nausea starts taking over me yet again, and I feel like I’m a fugitive who is to be executed. I want to go to the bathroom to be there if I were to vomit, but of course, this is the moment Derek decides to ring the bell, asking for entrance into the house.

“Could you open it for him, (Y/N)?” asks my mother from the kitchen. I let out an exasperated sigh before heading to the lobby.

“Hello, (Y/N),” greets Derek, but I don’t miss the fact that his face is lacking a smile. I nod to him in response, stepping to the side to let him in. He enters and kicks off his shoes, only for my mother to come to welcome him, too.

“Sweetheart,” she coos, opening her arms to hug Derek. I swallow back my frustration at the sight of that, and try to ignore my developing nausea as best as I can. My mother makes a brief small talk with my ex-boyfriend, then looks at me, “Chicken’s not done yet. Would you mind taking Derek to your room for the time being?”

“Sure,” I shrug, nonchalant, forcing a smile on my face when my mother shoots me a disapproving glare. I nod to him to follow me up the stairs, and we enter my room. I feel dizzier by the minute but I do my best not to give any external signs of that. I don’t want anyone – especially Derek – to figure out I’m carrying his child under my heart. Not after the way we decided to go our separate ways.

I was over at his at the time, the end of summer. Everything was perfect until we started talking about getting admitted to universities. Soon, a quarrel developed between us, regarding our choices, how far we were going to be from each other, how we wouldn’t be able to maintain our relationship, and that it wasn’t worth it – we would grow unattached anyway, it would be a matter of time. And with that, he told me to leave.

I only figured out about our child later on.

The sickness began and I tested myself with several methods – all of them were positive. After then, I moved to my flat and we haven’t seen each other ever since. Until today. And I’m not intend to put pressure on him by telling him about the baby.

As he’s giving me a once-over, he notes, “You’ve gained weight.”

I roll my eyes mockingly, “Thanks, good to see you too, really.”

“That was just an observation,” he dismisses me, but his eyes earn a tad worried gleam as he goes on, “Is college stressing you out too much?”

I purse my lips as I shake my head. I feel like fleeing to the bathroom to puke, but I resist the urge – I have to resist the urge. I can wait. I can wait until my mother calls us downstairs. I can.

Derek takes a step closer to me, concern clearly present in his gaze and posture. “(Y/N)? Talk to me,” he requests. “I know we broke up harshly, but I want to make sure you’re fine.”

“I’m no longer your responsibility,” I shrug him off, but when he makes a face at me, I lie, “I’m okay.”

Derek shakes his head dismissively, “Your heart’s just betrayed you.”

I huff out a laugh at that, “I know you’re studying to be a behavioural analyst at the FBI, but don’t use your mojo on me. Thanks.”

Derek’s eyebrows furrow in concern. Before I know it, he has me backed against the wall, arms bracketing my head. The room starts spinning, and I feel like I have a temperature, my body shivering, limbs going weak, mouth gone dry, and a thin sticky layer of moisture begins covering my skin, all of them a sign of nausea. I have no idea what’s going on, why he’s behaving like this all of a sudden, like I’m still his concern, like I still belong to him. I place my damp palms on his chest to push him away. I need to go to the bathroom.

“You go downstairs,” I croak out, heading to the door of my room. I can hear him following me, however, it turns out that not for the reason I want him to.

He catches my wrist in his hand to stop me and turn me around. I wobble on my legs as he does. “And you?”

Why does he want to be with me all of a sudden? Why won’t he bare to be separated, even for just minutes? We’ve spent months separately after all.

“I’ll catch up to you,” I promise him, attempting to pry his fingers off of me.

“Look at me,” he commands, and I do as he told me to, stupid as I am. “What’s the matter?”

“That you’re here,” I answer, not caring about the fact that it chases pain into his chiselled features. “Now leave,” I choke out, sneaking out of his cage to make a beeline for the bathroom quickly. I only realise that Derek was hot on my heels when I shove the door closed with my foot, only for it to fail to collide to its frame – instead, Derek catches it. I don’t even have the chance to switch on the light before I’m bending over the toilet. The next moment, I feel Derek’s soft fingertips brushing over my neck smoothly to support me along.

When I’m done, I slowly sit back on my shins. For the time being, he wipes my mouth meekly with a towel he ran water on, a soft look in his eyes as he does so, warming my insides.

His voice barely brushes through the air as he asks, “What has happened?”

I shake my head, but he slides his hands on my cheeks to prevent me from moving away or averting my gaze.

“We broke up,” I answer quietly. “So it doesn’t matter.”

Derek frowns and gives me a once-over. I can practically hear as the cogs in his brain click into position, realisation dawning on his face after piecing the puzzle together.

He rasps hoarsely, throat dry and voice desperate, “You’re pregnant.”

I stand to walk over to the sink. I can’t bare to look at myself. The only source of light is still the crack between the door and the frame. I wash my face to wash away my nervousness, even if just a tad. Derek isn’t looking at me, just stares at a spot somewhere, his gaze apparently lost in infinity. I can tell he’s shell-shocked, and even in the semi-darkness, I can clearly see that he’s gone pale.

“I’m not expecting anything,” I assure him. “You don’t have to do anything for me.”

Derek looks positively hurt at my words, further confusing me. When he stands, he nearly falls to the side; he has to brace himself against the wall. I can barely catch when he asks weakly, “Does anyone know about it?”

“Besides you?” I shrug. “No. And I’m intend to keep it that way,” I say pointedly.

“Is it mine?” he chokes out, and I have no idea what he wants me to say, what is it that he wants to hear. Biting my lip, I answer warily, “Never mind. I’ll take care of it alone. I’ll manage it. I’m not expecting anything from anyone.”

Suddenly, he moves swiftly and grabs my upper arms – his grip around my limbs tightens, eventually making me hiss out in pain. Even then, he’s not letting go, not a fraction. His eyes are burning an intense red.

“Is it mine?” he asks in a demanding tone. “Did you sleep with anyone else?”

“Derek, I don’t think you have the right to –”

Tell me!” he commands in a near snarl, chasing out a shiver from me. Quietly, weakly, I stutter out, “I-I didn’t.”

I don’t know what reaction I’m expecting from him – fury and disappointment are the first to come to my mind when I ask myself that question. I can’t even find it in me to look at his face, let alone look him in the eye. I squeeze mine closed tightly to shut out him and the entire world.

I’m this close to crying out loud; and then I can hear rustling, and I know Derek left me alone. If I thought the dinner was going to be a disaster, then now I can be sure that it’s going to be Hell. How am I to endure sitting there in tension that could be cut with a knife, knowing that Derek knows, sneaking despising glances at me when my parents can’t see it, spitting out comments to make me sting, doing –

My eyes fly open widely as soon as I feel a tender pressure on my lower belly, warm palms smoothing over my hips. When I look down, the sight of Derek kneeling in front of me welcomes me – he’s still nosing at my belly after the kiss he planted there. I can’t even process what is happening when he murmurs, “Thank God.”

“What?” I want to ask, but no sound comes out of my mouth. Derek offers me a small, tentative, yet giddy smile. I really don’t understand what’s going on. Derek stands, taking my face meekly between his hands, his thumbs stroking over my cheekbones affectionately as he whispers against my lips, hot breath tickling my pink flesh, “I’ve been waiting for a way back into your life.”

I give him a confused glance, making him chuckle briefly, touching his forehead to mine affectionately, his eyes falling closed slowly, contently, “It didn’t take me long to realise how big a mistake I made when I sent you away from my house.” He crowds me back against the wall, arms bracketing me and hips pushing into mine meekly. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you, but I didn’t know how you’d react. Then I tried to call you once, when I broke, but you already changed your number by then, and I couldn’t reach you. Your parents always told me you weren’t home.”

“I wasn’t,” I tell him quietly, feeling guilty in retrospect for shutting him off entirely. “They told me you were asking for me, and asked about my well-being, but I didn’t care.”

Derek shrugs, asking in a tender tone, his fingertips stroking over my belly after sneaking under my clothes, “How long have you known?”

“The beginning of the fall,” I answer without having to think about the date.

“Oh, baby,” he breathes out, holding my cheeks in his hands lovingly. “You should have told me. I would have figured something out to help you. I was dying to be around you again, to be with you again, to be allowed to touch you again. The picture of you being with an unknown guy kept haunting me everyday, and it was getting too much for me to handle,” he groans, as though being in pain.

Reciprocating the gesture, I cup his cheekbones, too, locking gazes with his mesmerising irises, reassuring him, “I’m here now. I’m with you. Have always been, Derek.”

“I’m here for you, too. I’m never leaving you again.”

And with that, he plants a firm, yet coy kiss on my lips by way of sealing his promise.

queenxolivier  asked:

Oh my gosh, Rebecca Catalina and #46 if you feel up to it!

This was so much fun. Thank you!

Double Standards

Riza knew once she opened the door that there was no going back.

Rebecca stood in the corridor, hands on her hips and eyebrow raised.

“Rebecca? What are you doing here?”

“Don’t you play coy.” Rebecca waggled her finger, and she pushed her way into the apartment. “You have been avoiding me.”

Black Hayate shared none of his mistress’ apprehension. Tail wagging, he barked happily at their visitor, who bent down to pet him.

Riza sighed and shut the door. “I was just released from hospital. How could I possibly be avoiding you?”

Rebecca straightened up, then rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “Rumour has it that a certain sharpshooter was sharing a room in the hospital with her superior officer.”

“Is that so? How scandalous.”

“Ah, Riza, don’t play dumb now.”

Riza pulled up her shoulders, chin out. “It was entirely above board, I assure you.”

Rebecca’s eyes gleamed. “Grumman really likes you two, huh? I don’t think he would let fraternisation slide for just anyone.”

“The Colonel needed a pair of eyes. I’m his aide and bodyguard. We were both injured, it made sense.”

“Sure, you help him out with lots of things.” Rebecca leaned forward, waggling her eyebrows. “What would you have done if he accidentally climbed into your bed?”

“Wipe that smirk off your face and get your head out of the gutter.”

“Who me?”

“Yes - you are incorrigible.” Riza tried not to smile. “As I usually accompanied the Colonel when he left the room, there is no way he could accidentally climb into my bed.”

“Hmm - are you saying he would do it on purpose.” Rebecca faked a gasp and put her hand to her heart. “And did you accompany him to the restroom? Very interesting.”

“Remind me why we’re friends again. I think I hate you.”

Rebecca threw her arms around her. “Shut up, I’m a delight.”

Riza returned the embrace. One of the great things about Rebecca was how she could always cheer her up no matter how down she felt.

“Please don’t frighten me like that again,” Rebecca whispered. “Try not to get yourself killed.” Her voice cracked as she continued, “No matter how much you want to impress Colonel Matchstick. He’s hot, but not that hot.”

Riza pulled back. “Please don’t cry, Becca. I’m fine!”

Rebecca wiped her eyes. “I’m not crying.”

“Of course, you’re not.” Riza swallowed the lump that had formed in her own throat and hugged her friend again, harder this time. “I love you too even if you drive me mad most of the time.”

Rebecca let out a watery chuckle. “You can be such a bitch, sometimes.”

When they pulled apart, they both felt a lot better.

“How about you make me a cup of tea?” Rebecca suggested. “And then you can tell all about the Colonel’s hot bod! I’ve always wondered what’s under that uniform.”

“You know maybe you wouldn’t be so obsessed with my relationship with the Colonel, if you would took up Havoc on one of his offers of a date.”

The other woman froze before shaking her head. “I’m not interested in Mr Ashtray.”

Black Hayate barked.

“Hmm - I believe you, but I’m not sure Black Hayate does.”

Fin

anonymous asked:

The boys' reactions to Guardienne cheating on them? Luv ur blog :))

I’m glad you like my blog, Anon! I hope you enjoy these headcanons!


Nevra:

  • Nevra is stunned.
  • Between the two of you, he’d always thought if things went south, it’d be because of him, not you.
  • He doesn’t even know what to think, let alone say at first.
  • Then numbness fades away and he’s furious.
  • How could you do this to him? He loved you so much…, he did everything for you!
  • And you betrayed him.
  • He can’t stand it, can’t stand you and starts spending more on missions to avoid you, spending time in others’ bed than his own hoping to ease his heartbreak.
  • It’ll be a long time before he’s ready to love again (if ever), the scar of your betrayal forever etched into his heart.


Ezarel:

  • ‘It’s better to have loved and lost it.’
  • What bullshit.
  • Ezarel is of the opinion It’s better to have never loved and stayed unhurt.
  • He knew this day was coming, that you wouldn’t, couldn’t settle for his abrasive self forever, but he’d thought you’d break up with him properly, not by fucking ripping out his heart and crushing beneath your heel.
  • It’s too much for Ezarel. He can’t deal with the pain of betrayal, so he cuts the source of it out of his life completely.
  • As far as Ez is concerned, you no longer exist. He doesn’t talk about, or to you, doesn’t look or see you. You’re just… gone.
  • But your betrayal haunts him, and it’s a long time until anyone sees a genuine smile from the elf again.

Valkyon:

  • Valkyon is hurt.
  • Like, really, really hurt.
  • How could you cheat on him? Was he inadequate? Did you not love him?
  • He takes your adultery to heart, and his self-esteem takes a massive blow.
  • He doesn’t want to see your face, hear your voice, doesn’t want you to exist at all.
  • However, Valkyon loves you unconditionally and will give you a chance to explain.
  • He might give you a second chance, but you’ve destroyed his trust in you completely, and your relationship will never be the same again.