something you did wrong

In Denial | 2

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You wondered if it was you who’s wrong, if there’s something you did to deserve this twice in a row.

But no, it wasn’t you. Harry already told that to you. He wanted to assure you that it was him who did something wrong and not you. He thought everyday for that month that dear God, it isn’t you.

You remembered what happened exactly a month ago.

You remembered clearly of how Harry looked so broken when you told him you’ll still sleep in the same room as him since it was a promise from the start, that if there was a fight, there’s going to be no one leaving.

And you did just that, but you didn’t sleep in the same king-sized bed with him like you used to. It was on a spare foam beside it, Harry insisting numerous times that if you didn’t want to sleep beside him on the bed, he wanted to sleep beside you wherever it is.

And for every single day of the past month, all Harry could feel was remorse. Maybe even having more love for you, on how you didn’t leave him even if he deserves it.

He’s honest. Maybe he’s selfish at times that’s why maybe if you decided to leave, he would convince you not to. He would make you not want to because he’s determined. He couldn’t see what would happen without you in the picture.

Harry spent the whole month courting you. He cancelled everything that could go on the way of the both of you and he became true to his word.

It was the both of you. All over again.

He’d wake up before you, get or order flowers for everyday. He’d call his mum to get instructions on how he could cook food beyond on what he originally thought he could only do.

He would ask you if you wanted nor needed anything and he would give just that no matter what it is. He wouldn’t rush it, even no matter how much he wanted it to be back to normal.

He’d keep his space from you when he feels like you don’t want it anymore. He’d take it slow by engaging small conversation first before he could move on to something bigger.

He’d occassionally ask you if you wanted to do something with him yet he didn’t need answers. He’d look for them himself this time, looking at your eyes and your body language.

It’s been a month of timid smiles, loose hand-holding and not a kiss on the lips.

It’s been a month of you not wearing your earrings, your rings, even including the engagement ring and the wedding band since they reminded you of Harry.

Harry’s waiting patiently downstairs, sat on the couch and fiddling with his fingers, his breathing ragged before taking a quick peek on the stairs, knowing that you weren’t coming down yet.

“Give me a month,” Harry recalled the words he clearly rememembers that came out of you a month ago, the words coming out weakly yet he still heard them.

By the moment he heard gentle steps, his figure almost froze; his heart beating quickly that he felt almost nauseous.

You looked at him, walking in front to sit on the coffee table in front of him, wrapped in a blanket.

You looked at Harry for what felt like forever of not doing so, himself being caught in the whirlpool he’s feeling.

His breathing was shallow, his lip caught in between his teeth since he was waiting, even for anything that it was.

You smiled, taking off the blanket off your figure.

Harry’s face was confused for a moment, his eyes scanning over your normal pajamas until he found your hands, being adorned with what he gave to you a year ago and times prior.

Your rings were back.

He then realized, almost leaping to hug you, finding himself crying tears of his extreme happiness, not wanting to let you go.

He kissed you, the familiar feeling he missed being back, his lips lingering, his forehead in touch with yours.

“I love you.”

anonymous asked:

Could you do a prof snape X student Hufflepuff reader where she's very introverted and doesn't really have any friends but is very kind and caring and snape takes a bit of a liking to her? Thank you ❤️

Hey love,

Sure, one fluffy Hufflepuff coming right up.

Name: If you need to talk…

“Uhm, professor?” you wait until the class is empty to approach Snape, and he turns his head to face you - so serious, you feel like he could take your scalp off with just his glance.

“Miss?”

“Uhm, you said you wanted to talk? Did I do something wrong?” you ask as politely as possible, even though you know that you did nothing to upset him.

“No, not really,” Snape turns to you. “It is Professor Sprout’s job, but I noticed that you seem rather lonely. Sitting alone in class, not spending much time with your fellow classmates after school,” you can’t help but think that he must have followed you somehow. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes, sir. I just am not much of people person, if you get what I mean,” the quick smirk shows you that he does know. “I am fine.”

“I apologize. Just know that if you need to talk about anything that troubles you, you can turn to any professor here. It is our job to help you, even if you are not from our House.”

“Thank you, sir,” you smile at him and place your homework on his table and automatically fix the pile of other papers. “But I am doing fine.”

“I simply consider it my job to make sure that there is no student at this school that feels like they don’t have someone to turn to,” Snape shrugs his shoulders. “You just look like a person that could use help. And I can help you.”

“I will turn to you when I need any help, sir,” you promise quietly, and the short smile brightens Snape’s face up.

“Now hurry to your next class, miss, before you are late,” you nod and rush to the door, then turn to him again.

“Professor?”

“Y/N?”

“Thank you, sir.”

“You are welcome,” he nods. “And miss, please keep my offer to yourself, I have a reputation to maintain,” you grin and nod quickly, before slipping out of the classroom and running to the Herbology. For some reason, you actually feel like you will turn to Snape when something troubles you, simply because Snape actually seems to care enough to listen to your things.

You

I saw you for the first time in fall,
I was fifteen
and holding onto fairytales.
You were sixteen
and holding onto innocence.
I thought that maybe,
just maybe,
there was something there.
That maybe you felt the feelings I did,
but I was wrong,
and that’s okay.
Now I’m seventeen
and thinking of the future.
You’re eighteen
and staring yours in the eye.
In a month or two
you will be miles away
and I’ll be alright.

Teacher

Castiel x Reader

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You glanced over at the handsome, blue-eyed angel in the seat beside you. You were so relieved that you didn’t have to hide it anymore. After admitting your feelings for Cas just over two weeks before, you had been openly gawking and touching.

But, in typical Cas fashion, be was completely oblivious. Almost every time you would sneak a peck on his lips, or rub his shoulder affectionately, he never quite reacted as you had hoped. Learning curve, you guessed.

Cas lifted his gaze, raising an eyebrow at you. “Why are you glaring at me?” He tilted his head slightly. “Did I do something wrong?”

You rolled your eyes at him. “I was hoping you would spontaneously combust.” You winked before turning back to your laptop.

Cas huffed. “You wish me dead? I thought you had romantic feelings for me?”

You couldn’t help but let a laugh escape you. Leaning towards the angel, you slid you hand over to cover his. “Cas, it’s called sarcasm.” You licked your lips. “Remember that little thing called sarcasm?”

“Ah, yes.” Cas smiled as he nodded. “I remember that it’s ninety-five percent of your personality, or so you claim.” His hand squeezed yours. “I just have a hard time telling whether or not you are being sarcastic, or mean.” He pouted, pursing his lips.

“Well, then I’ll have to give you a free session of Y/N’s Sarcasm 101.” You leaned in closer, hovering your lips just over his. “And my office is always open, especially for my favorite student.” You nibbled at his bottom lip as your free hand landed on his upper thigh. His breath hitched, making you smile.

Cas stared down at you as his lip quivered. “W-What time does class start?” His voice was shaky as your hand slowly traveled further up his thigh.

“One hour, my room,” you whispered against his mouth. “Clothing optional.”

Cas’ eyes widened as you stared down at you. Your stomach fluttered as a small smile curled the edges of his lips. “That’s not sarcasm, is it?”

You lifted yourself from your chair and leaned over the angel, gripping both of his thighs. “Oh, you learn quickly.” You winked as you pulled away and headed to your room, wiggling your hips as you crossed the doorway into the hall.


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• Mutantkind faces an extinction-level threat. Mutants everywhere are in danger. There has never been a threat like this.
• Scott Summers has done something wrong. You do not remember what he did, but you know it was Wrong.
• Beast has a time machine. Beast still has a time machine.
• Mutantkind faces an extinction-level threat. Mutants everywhere are in danger. There has never been a threat like this.
• Charles Xavier is dead. His influence lingers. You turn the page. There he is.
• You do not understand what is going on. No one understands what is going on. No one will ever understand what is going on.
• The evil is defeated –
• Mutantkind faces an extinction-level threat. Mutants everywhere are in danger. There has never been a threat like this.

Ravenclaw Headcanon

Ravenclaws and Slytherins have a lot friendly debates. But they get heated very fast, which is when Hufflepuffs come in to calm everyone down, while Gryffindors try to egg them on. The most heated debates are usually about pie vs. ice cream and other similar subjects.

where adrien flirts
  • so adrien has a little problem: he likes marinette. like he really, honest-to-god likes her, and he doesn’t know what to do about it. his track record with girls isn’t so stellar. after he confessed his feelings to ladybug as chat noir, she calmly turned him down and admitted she liked someone else. so as nino would say, without a lady to tie him down, adrien agreste is single and ready to mingle
  • but he’s always been single?? and what does mingle even mean?? like, nino, what the hell, dude?? help a man out. 
  • so nino sits him down and explains how to get his crush. with his previous crush, nino tells him, adrien obviously didn’t do it right, and that’s why she turned him down (nino doesn’t know it was ladybug, and he just likes to think adrien was crushing on a supermodel who was totally out of even his league). 
  • nino: “you gotta flirt, man. the ladies love a dude who’s chill and cool and confident. you gotta rock it and own it. you got this.”
    adrien: “but how? every time I go to her, she looks at me, and I can’t… make my words work.”
    nino: “….you two are perfect for each other.”
    adrien: “what?”
    nino: “what?”
  • nino gives him an article with a few tips for flirting. this shouldn’t be too bad, and hey, it worked on alya, nino swears by it. so with 10 Flirting Techniques That Are Garunteed to Work on Women on his mind, adrien is determined to woo the ladies.
  • 1. set the stage with the “soft stare”: so all he had to do was stare at marinette as deeply as possible whenever they had a conversation while maintaining a calm and relaxed expression. marinette likes to stutter and stammer her ways through her words, and he couldn’t blame her, because he lost control when he tried to talk to her as well, and usually her antics made him smile and laugh. but according to the tips, he wasn’t allowed to.
  • it’s all good for a week or so, until nino pulls him aside and asks why he looks like he’s plotting how to murder marinette in her sleep like some type of serial killer every time he talks to her. 
  • he stops talking to her after that. alya tracks him down a few days later and whacks him upside the head for making her best friend cry by ignoring her. adrien goes back to talking to marinette as normally as possible after that because it’s better to talk to her as friends than invoke his “killer smile” while trying to flirt.
  • 2. be vague and leave her wanting more: adrien has this in the bag. he knows how to skirt around a topic, but that’s just because he has to make sure he kept his secret identity as a superhero of Paris a… secret. being vague is one of his best talents, it also helps with those stupid paparazzi who always follow him. the article offers some suggests: tell her you know a secret about her, tell her there’s something interesting about her and you can’t put your finger on it, tell her that’s she exactly your type but don’t tell her what you type actually is, etc. he spends most of the night plotting his exact words, and the next day, when he sees marinette, it just comes spilling out…
  • adrien: “i know your secret, marinette.”
    marinette: “…what?”
    well shit, adrien thought, the article didn’t tell him what happened after this.
    adrien: “…i know it. your secret… i knew there was something about you that i couldn’t put my finger on.”
    marinette: “…wait, so you know? ohmygodthiscan’tbehappening,ohmygod, how did you figure it out???”
  • adrien wasn’t sure what to do after this point, so like the article said, he leaves her wanting more and nopes the fuck outta there, cha-cha sliding out of the classroom and bolting down the hallway before she could catch him.
  • 3. the sensual look: once a girl is comfortable around you, give her a mischievous look that makes her think. the article (and nino) never really explain what the girl will think about, but adrien totally supports girl empowerment and helping those smart cookies get the best grades and brilliance recognition they deserve. if a mischievous smile is all it takes, then he’s more than happy to help.
  • he flashes her a quirky smirk in Madame Bustier’s lecture, marinette notices and freezes up. he thinks he did it wrong when nino just leans closer and says, “you broke marinette.”
  • adrien apologizes after class and swears he’ll never break her again. marinette just mumbles, “you can break me anytime.”
  • adrien thinks it’s counterproductive. 
  • 4. the surprise wink: whenever you pass her, just wink after you lock eyes, nino says, she won’t expect it and it’ll surprise her but give her the clear and distinct message that you are flirting with her. adrien wants marinette to know he likes her and wants to flirt with he rand wants to date her and just be with her, so he winks every time he gets. 
  • they see each other in class? wink he catches her eyes while they study for physics? wink they talk about madame bustier’s homework? wink she asks him for his opinion on her designs? wink 
  • at first, she giggles. after two weeks, she presents him with a bottle of over-the-counter artificial tears for his “eye twitch.” he stops winking after that and doesn’t talk to nino for the rest of the day.
  • 5. the playful bump: playful actions, like bumping, will definitely make a girl smile. 
  • adrien: “but nino, i could hurt her.”
    nino: “no, my dude, she knows you’re teasing.”
    adrien: “i don’t care if she knows. what if i knock her over?”
    nino: “no, you don’t do it hard, you just–”
    adrien: “what if she falls over and breaks her nose? i don’t wanna break her nose, nino. she has a cute nose.”
    nino: “adrien, you’re not gonna break her–”
    adrien: “niNO
  • 6. the understatement: understate the compliments you give her, okay, okay, adrien can do this. it’s simple.
  • adrien: “marinette, your eyes are blue… like avatar’s skin. just blue.. all over.. it’s great. not the brightest blue, but not the darkest. just blue. you have blue eyes, marinette.”
    marinette: *is speechless*
    nino: “…you nailed that, adrien.”
    adrien: “oh thanks, nino.”
  • 7. the double negative, “i don’t think you’re not beautiful”: 
    adrien: “but i do think she’s beautiful.”
    nino: “i know, you’re telling her that.”
    adrien: “but you just said i don’t think she’s beautiful?”
    nino: “no, no, you said you don’t think she’s not beautiful, so ergo you think she is beautiful.”
    adrien: “…grammar hurts my head, nino.”
    nino: “i know, my dude, i understand.”
  • 8. the sensual tease, tease her for liking you: okay, but adrien doesn’t know if marinette likes him like that? nino swears she does, and alya says so too, but it still makes him feel bad for teasing her. so he doesn’t tease her and just keeps doing stuff like he normally does, like walking her home from school and helping her study physics and giving her advice for her designs and keeping a stash of food for her on the mornings she runs late and he knows she didn’t have breakfast yet.
  • nino rolls his eyes, but adrien doesn’t care. his momma didn’t raise no hooligan. no, if he was going to flirt with marinette, at least he can be a gentleman about it.
  • 9. the moniker: giving her a cute nickname will let her know how special she is. adrien spends a week thinking about it, and nino gives him a few suggestions, but he doesn’t listen. if he’s giving marinette a nickname, it has to be something he does because it’ll let her know she’s special to him.
  • a few days later, he slips up and calls her “princess” because she’s pretty, sweet, smart, likes pink, and is a natural born leader just like a royal. marinette freezes when he calls her that, but she smiles and laughs eventually. she seems to like it, and he keeps doing it. it’s fitting, he supposes, for someone like her. marinette, his princess.
  • does that mean he gets to be her knight?
  • nino calls him a nerd.
  • 10. tell her how you feel: it’s the last step, and adrien agonizes over it for days. it can’t really be as simple as nino makes it out to be, but then again, his best friend has been dating a pretty sweet gal for months, so it obviously worked for him. adrien broods over it for a while, and alya warns him not to ignore marinette for days again, and he swears he isn’t. he’s just trying to find his courage. why oh why is it so much easier to face an akuma with certain death hanging over his head than tell a girl how he really feels?
  • marinette decides to take matters into her own hands, which he isn’t really surprised by because she usually is a head-strong, independent female. what he is surprised by is when ladybug swings into his bedroom window and transforms into marinette right before his very eyes.
  • marinette: “why are you ignoring me? did i do something wrong?”
    adrien: *adrien.exe has stopped working*
    marinette: “…adrien?”
    adrien: “…you’re… ladybug?!”
    marinette: “yeah, i know. you know. we’ve been over this–”
    adrien: “nononoNO, we most certainly haven’t.”
    marinette: *marinette.exe has stopped working*
    adrien: “…marinette?”
    marinette: “I… but you said you knew my secret.”
    adrien: “I WAS BEING VAGUE.”
    marinette: “WHY?!”
    adrien: “IVE BEEN FLIRTING WITH YOU.”
    marinette: “…you have?”
    adrien: “well, i was trying–”
  • plagg: *pops out of adrien’s pocket* “oh, are we trading secrets?”
    tikki: *pops out of marinette’s bag* “I think so?”
    plagg: *holds out paw to marinette* “fine. im plagg, i turn him into chat noir. nice to finally meet you. i’m glad you guys are finally telling each other, it’s been so tiring listening to him mooning over you. do you have any cheese?”
    marinette: “…you’re chat noir?”
    adrien: *dies*

so marinette and adrien are dating now, so in a way he thinks his plan worked? that doesn’t stop marinette from asking him how he thought he’d been flirting, so he tells her nino’s tips. she laughs for a week straight. that’s the last time he ever listens to nino.

an adrien version of this post. some people asked for an adrien version, it’s not directly a sequel, but still another au. just two nerds trying to flirt and failing spectacularly. 

Merlin deleted scenes otherwise known as:

“Julian, it’s just too gay, we’ve got to cut it, I’m sorry.”

Say You

Aries: Care when someone’s crying even if you dont know what to do

Taurus: Don’t want them, and why, before you walk away

Gemini: Are sad when you’re feeling down. Let someone hold you

Cancer: Know you’re right when you are. Don’t let self doubt consume you

Leo: Are sorry when you did something wrong. Don’t let pride overtake you

Virgo. Want someone to love you when you’re isolated. Someone IS there for you

Libra: Are wrong when you are. Don’t constantly blame others for actions that are partially are wholly yours

Scorpio: Want to solve your problems. Don’t let anger affect your relationship

Saggitarius: Are busy instead of running off, hurting others, or you’ll have no one at the end

Capricorn: Don’t like someone when you don’t. Don’t be scared of confrontation. Stand up for yourself

Aquarius: Wanna sleep when you’ve been working too hard. Don’t kill yourself honey

Pisces: Are mad when you are. Don’t bottle up your feelings. People are dumb, people are selfish, let yourself be too sometimes

I think that’s where I went wrong. If there was something you did that bothered me, I just brushed it off. I gave you chance after chance. I put my wants and needs on a shelf and let them collect dust while compulsively making sure I was aware of yours. Forget letting you have just a place in my heart, I let you have almost the whole thing, leaving just enough for myself so I could keep going. I loved you, but I didn’t love myself, and that was the biggest mistake I could’ve made.
—  Maxwell Diawuoh | Mistake

you’ve been eyeing this guy at the bar - this guy who keeps darting glances around him and flinching every time someone laughs too hard - he looks so lost, it’s adorable. after drinking your beer, you decide to approach him. he recoils as soon as he sees you coming near him. now that you have him in front of you, you notice with delight that not only he’s adorable, he’s totally your type too.
“how you doin’, angel?”
his eyes widen, and you raise your eyebrow (did you say something wrong?), and then his bottom lip starts trembling.
“how did you find out..” he’s saying, “please, please, please, don’t tell anyone, i still have a mission to accomplish”

the-spockicorn  asked:

Hi, I’ve been considering starting a book in the fantasy genre. I really wanted to give some Native American representation in it, since it's something that I rarely see. However, this story wouldn't take place in America, it would be in a completely different world (though one loosely based off of earth in the 14 hundreds ish?) This is similar to your mixing cultures post, but I wanted to know: is there a good way to give Native American representation in stories that aren’t historical fiction?

Representing PoC in Fantasy When Their Country/Continent Doesn’t Exist

The core of this question is something we’ve gotten across a few different ethnicities, and it basically boils down to: “how can I let my readers know these people are from a certain place without calling them by this certain place?” Aka, how can I let people know somebody is Chinese if I can’t call them Chinese, or, in your case, some Native American nation without having a North America.

Notes on Language

As I have said multiple times, there is no such thing as “Native American culture”. It’s an umbrella term. Even if you are doing fantasy you need to pick a nation and/or confederacy.

Step One

How do you code somebody as European?

This sounds like a very silly question, but consider it seriously.

How do you?

They probably live in huts or castles; there are lords and kings and knights; they eat stew and bread and drumsticks; they celebrate the winter solstice as a major holiday/new year; women wear dresses while men wear pants; there are pubs and farms and lots of wheat; the weather is snowy in winter and warm in summer.

Now swap all those components out for whatever people you’re thinking about.

Iroquois? They live in longhouses; there is a confederacy and democracy and lots of warriors from multiple nations; they eat corn, beans, and squash (those three considered sacred and grown together), with fish and wild game; they wear mostly leather garments with furs in winter; there are nights by the fire and cities and the rituals will change by the nation (remember the Iroquois were a confederacy made up of five or six tribes, depending on period); the weather is again snowy in winter and warm in summer.

Chinese? They harvest rice; there is an emperor appointed by the gods and scholars everywhere; they use a lunar calendar and have a New Year in spring; their trade ships are huge and their resources are plenty; they live in wood structures with paper walls or mud brick; they use jade and ivory for talismans; their culture is hugely varied depending on the province; their weather is mostly tropical, with monsoons instead of snow on lowlands, but their mountains do get chilly.

You get the gist.

Break down what it is that makes a world read as European (let’s be honest, usually English and Germanic) to you, then swap out the parts with the appropriate places in another culture.

Step Two

Research, research, research. Google is your friend. Ask it the questions for “what did the Cree eat” and “how did Ottoman government work.” These are your basics. This is what you’ll use to figure out the building blocks of culture.

You’ll also want to research their climate. As I say in How To Blend Cultures, culture comes from climate. If you don’t have the climate, animals, plants, and weather down, it’ll ring false.

You can see more at So You Want To Save The World From Bad Representation.

Step Three

Start to build the humans and how they interact with others. How are the trade relations? What are the internal attitudes about the culture— how do they see outsiders? How do outsiders see them? Are there power imbalances? How about greed and desire to take over?

This is where you need to do even more research on how different groups interacted with others. Native American stories are oftentimes painful to read, and I would strongly suggest to not take a colonizer route for a fantasy novel.

This does, however, mean you might not be researching how Natives saw Europeans— you’ll be researching how they saw neighbours. 

You’ll also want to look up the social rules to get a sense for how they interacted with each other, just for character building purposes.

Step Four

Sensitivity readers everywhere! You’ll really want to get somebody from the nation to read over the story to make sure you’ve gotten things right— it’s probably preferable to get somebody when you’re still in the concept stage, because a lot of glaring errors can be missed and it’s best to catch them before you start writing them.

Making mistakes is 100% not a huge moral failing. Researching cultures without much information on them is hard. So long as you understand the corrections aren’t a reflection on your character, just chalk them up to ignorance (how often do most writers get basic medical, weapon, or animal knowledge wrong? Extremely often). 

Step Five

This is where you really get into the meat of creating people. You’ve built their culture and environment into your worldbuilding, so now you have the tools you need to create characters who feel like part of the culture.

You’ll really want to keep in mind that every culture has a variety of people. While your research will say people roughly behave in a certain way, people are people and break cultural rules all the time. Their background will influence what rules they break and how they relate to the world, but there will be no one person who follows every cultural rule down to the letter. 

Step Six

Write!

Step Seven

More sensitivity readers! See step 4 for notes.

Step Eight

Rewrite— and trust me, you will need to. Writing is rewriting.

Repeat steps seven and eight until story is done.

Extra Notes

I’ll be honest— you’re probably going to need a certain amount of either goodwill (if you’re lucky enough to make friends within the group you’re trying to represent— but seriously, please do not make friends with us for the sole purpose of using us as sensitivity readers. It’s not nice) and/or money to get to publishing level. 

The good part is the first three steps are free, and these first three steps are what will allow you to hurt others less when you approach. While you’ll still likely make mistakes, you’ll make a few less (and hopefully no glaring ones, but it can/does happen) so long as you do your due diligence in making sure you at least try to understand the basics.

And once you feel like you’ve understood the basics… dive down even deeper because chances are you’re about to reach a tipping point for realizing how little you know.

People will always find you did something wrong. You will never get culture 100% accurate— not even people who were born and raised in it will, because as I said in step five: cultures have a huge variety of people in them, so everyone will interact with it differently. But you can work your hardest to capture one experience, make it as accurate as possible, and learn more for next time.

~ Mod Lesya 

sad boy + justin foley

plot : after his mum’s new boyfriend kicks him out, Justin only has one thing to do

word count : 1403

notes : for two people who wanted Justin Foley but I forgot their accounts so I’m sorry for not tagging

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Running out of his house, bag slung over his shoulder, Justin wiped his wet eyes on the sleeve of his varsity jacket, only for the tears to be replaced with new ones. He didn’t stop until he couldn’t run anymore, legs aching, throat burning. He had no idea where he was, he couldn’t tell with his blurry vision. It was almost nightfall, not a person In sight. He fell to his knees, bag dropping with a loud thump, as a quiet sob passed his lips.

There was one thing Justin could think of doing. One person he wanted to talk to now, he needed to talk to right now. He reached into his pocket, hands trembling as he did so, retrieving his phone. He somehow found your contact, a picture of your beaming face on his screen, the image alone calming him down the tiniest bit. He shakily pressed the dial button, holding his breath while waiting for you to pick up. Begging you to answer.

One ring. Two ring.

More tears gathered in his eyes.

Three ring.

You were probably busy. You didn’t need him as a burden.

Four ring.

More and more tears fell as another sob racked his body.

“Hey”

The world stopped. Justin’s voice was caught in his throat, no words forming.

“Justin? You there?”

He couldn’t help the cry he let out of his mouth.

“Justin?! Are you okay?”

The sound of your panicked voice, filled Justin’s heart. You cared, you were the only one who cared.

“Y-Y/N”

It was only a whisper, something you shouldn’t have caught but you did.

“Justin? What happened? What’s wrong? What did they do?”

“I- I can’t. I-”

The words wouldn’t come out, as much as Justin tried.

“Where are you? I’m coming to pick you up” you stated.

Justin heard the jingling of keys through the phone.

“I- I don’t know. There’s houses and- and a-” he stuttered, trying to speak through the suffocation he was feeling.

“Justin. Stop. Breathe in. Breathe out. Now tell me, can you see a street sign anywhere?”

He did as you instructed, following your smooth, familiar voice.

“Risely Avenue” he said after a while.

“Stay where you are, I’m coming. And Justin?”

He blinked back more tears as he listened to you talk.

“Yeah?”

“Everything will be okay”

It was a mere 10 minutes before your familiar car drove up the street, headlights illuminating the otherwise dark road. Justin looked at the ground as he stood, ashamed to look at you in his current state. He heard the click of the car door opening, followed the by the clicking of your shoes on the gravel road. He managed to look up, eyes meeting with your warm ones. You stood right in front of him, inches away. You held your arms out and in less than a second, Justin fell into your arms.

“Hey”

He swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the lump in his throat.

“Hey” he replied, his voice a tiny squeak.

You pulled away, much to Justin’s dismay. You picked up his bag from the floor and he didn’t have the energy to protest, taking his hand in yours, you walked back to your car, settling them in. And then you drove.

“Y/N”

You turned to look at your boyfriend of more than a year for a second before fixing your eyes back on the road.

“I- uhm I-”

“You don’t have to explain Justin. Not now anyway”

You pressed your lips together, gently placing a hand on his knee while keeping the other on the steering wheel. He flinched at the sudden contact, but your hand stayed where it was.

“I’m sorry, I just I-”

He immediately started to apologise, even though you thought nothing of it and completely understood.

“Sh, Justin. Just relax, you’re with me now” you assured, running a thumb across his jean clad knee.

He nodded, swallowing thickly, shutting his eyes and focusing on your soft touch. You flicked your eyes to him, watching his long eyelashes fall on his cheekbones. His eyes were red and puffy from crying, dried tears on his cheeks.

Soon enough, you reached your house, parking the car in the driveway. Justin opened his eyes, blinking a few times. You silently hopped out, grabbing his bag from the backseat before opening the passenger door.

“You don’t have to do all this” Justin mumbled.

“Come on” you urged, ignoring his statement.

The two of you walked into your house, the warmth engulfing you both. You took his hand in yours, leading him to the spare bedroom.

“Have you eaten yet?” you questioned.

Justin shook his head, like you expected.

“Well, you know where the showers are, I’m going to heat up dinner okay?”

He nodded, looking at the floor. You could tell he was on the verge of another round of tears. You frowned, walking up to him and wearing your arms around his neck, placing a kiss on his cheek. You felt him smile, even if it was a small one.

You stepped away, smiling at him softly, before leaving the room. You walked to your kitchen, getting the leftovers from Robert out to heat them up. Nobody should be treated how Justin is. Justin didn’t call you about this, usually going to Bryce’s house or Alex’s but not yours. He never wanted to bother you with his problems, thinking he would be a burden to you. It took Justin almost a year before he even told you about his condition at home and that was only after Zach accidentally mentioned it.

You took the food out of the microwave, placing it on the dinner table while waiting for him to arrive. Your parents were big business people, meaning they were out of town a lot of the time, so they bought you your own little house to stay in which they occasionally visited.

Ten minutes later, the sound of water running stopped, meaning Justin was out of the shower. Another ten minutes later, Justin padded into the dining room, where you were waiting for him. His hair was dripping wet, droplets trailing down the back of his neck. His eyes were redder, even puffier while his bottom lip quivered. What you noticed now was the significant bruises that had formed around his neck and the sight of all of this made you shatter a little on the inside. He tugged at his sleeves, still looking at the floor. He had changed into a pair of sweats and a t shirt.

You went to him, pressing a slight kiss on his shaking lips. You gripped his jaw with a feather-like touch, tilting it upwards to expose the purple and blue skin of his neck. You gingerly touched the large bruises that were vaguely in the shape of fingerprints. He gulped, Adam’s apple bobbing under your thumb. You sighed and pulled away.

“Sit, Justin”

He listened to your words, taking a seat next to you. He picked up his fork, staring at his food with no intention of eating it.

“I’m not that hungry right now Y/N, I’m sorry for making you go to all this trouble-”

“It’s fine Justin, I understand. Want to go to bed?” you offered.

He nodded, standing up from the table with you following suit. You put his plate back in the fridge before taking his hand and walking back to bed. You got in first, opening your arms and inviting him to lay with you. He complied immediately, putting his head on your shoulder, intertwining your legs.

“You have to report them Justin. Those bruises… they look bad. It’s the worse it’s gotten so far” you gulped, your own heart becoming heavy with the thought.

“I can’t Y/N, I’ll be shipped off to some foster home with people I don’t even know and I might even have to move away. I’m not risking that”

You nodded, it was a hard decision for anyone.

“How are you feeling?”

“Fine”

As the words left his mouth, you felt wetness on your shoulder.

“Oh Justin, you don’t need to act strong now. It’s okay to be human” you whispered into his ear.

And those were all it took before he broke down for the third time that evening. His body shook violently as you held him tight.

“It’ll all be okay Justin. I promise”

And in that moment, Justin realised that the only real place he felt safe was with you.
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angst prompt list
  • “who do you think you are?”
  • “i gave you everything.”
  • “I’m a fool for not seeing this earlier.”
  • “don’t you dare pin this on me!”
  • “i’ve been thinking it over and this… this was never going to work out.”
  • “you don’t get to say anything after what you did!”
  • “you broke my heart.”
  • “i trusted you.”
  • “i loved you.”
  • “i’m not blind, i can see the way you look at them.”
  • “did i do something wrong?”
  • “please, please, i’ll do anything just talk to me.”
  • “i can’t stand the silence between us.”
  • “there’s nothing you can say that can fix what you did.”
  • “what do you want me to say? do you want me to lie and say i love you?”
  • “you cheated on me! you don’t get another chance!”
  • “tell me what’s wrong.”
  • “i never meant to hurt you.”
  • “this wasn’t supposed to be this complicated.”
  • “wait. i didn’t mean that. please, come back.”
  • “how can i hate them, you’re the one that made the choice to cheat.”
  • “how long has this been going on?”
  • “if you know what’s good for you, don’t come around anymore.”
  • “i never want to see you again.”
  • “trust you? how can i trust you if you never gave me a reason to in the first place?”
  • “i believed you!”
  • “you lied to my face.”
  • “i never loved you.”
  • “don’t make me out to be the bad guy.”