this is from like nine months ago

drunk kit

“…and no drinking!” ordered julian sternly, though everyone just laughed. livvy ran straight for the bar, dru excitedly skipping behind her. emma gave julian a look as if to say what did you expect? julian just smiled in return as emma took his wrist and pulled him to the bar. ty glanced at kit as kit grinned devilishly and grabbed his hand, running to the bar. 

the LA institute was invited to one of magnus’ parties in new york, so there they were (except tavvy, who was left with diana at the institute), excited because magnus’ parties was always a good time. 

kit got two pale purple drinks, which ty questioned. 

“they’re safe, don’t worry,” said magnus, leaning between kit and ty. his chest was bare and only wore sparkly red pants. “drink up, young lovers.”

“you’re promoting underage drinking?” asked kit, surprised. 

“we don’t follow mundane laws,” grinned magnus, winking at kit. 

and so they drank. well, kit did. 

nine drinks later, kit was a hot drunken mess, arms linked around ty’s shoulders as ty walked around, trying to find livvy, or somewhere to sit. “where the hell is she?” whispered ty, though he could have yelled it and not have been heard because magnus’ party sounded like heavy metal. 

“shhh,” hushed kit, pressed a finger to ty’s lips. “no swearing.”

ty rolled his eyes and pressed a kiss to kit’s finger and kit buried his face into the nook of ty’s neck, flustered. 

kit’s legs totally gave out, dragging on magnus’ floor as ty pulled kit around. he sighed an aggravated sigh before murmuring, “you know what?” and pulled kit onto his back. a piggyback, the mundanes would call it. 

kit laughed and wrapped his arms around ty’s shoulders. “you’re cute,” kit said in ty’s ear. “we should go out sometime.” 

ty laughed at that, teeth showing and everything. livvy noticed from a distance and snapped a few pictures of them on her phone, two young lovers walking through a busy crowd of happy people. 

“but really,” whispered kit, voice dropping. “i’ll take you out. wherever you want, babe.”

“tempting, but maybe i’ll pass,” smiled ty. “just sit down please, my love.”

he plopped kit down on a velvety sofa, who giggled and tugged on ty’s grey sweatshirt. he pulled hard enough for ty to fall on top of kit. 

“‘my love?’ that’s cute. you’re cute. no, you’re hot,” rambled kit, pulling ty in close by his waist. “very hot,” whispered kit. ty felt himself redden. 

“you’re a flirty drunk, aren’t you?” asked ty, moving so that his long legs covered in black skinny jeans was draped over kit’s lap. though he leaned close to kit.

“on a scale from one to ten, you’re a nine and i’m the one you need,” giggled kit. ty snorted and fixed kit’s messy hair. ty noticed kit blush and look into his lap, shy from ty’s face being so close to kit’s. 

“let me take you out,” pouted kit. ty sighed and held kit’s hands in kit’s lap. “kit. we, you and i, are dating. you already took me out four months ago.”

“we are?” ty nodded. kit smiled and leaned close to ty’s face. “and how did i manage to get someone like you to date someone like me?” he asked in a low voice. ty smiled and quickly gave kit a kiss.

“i like you. i love you, really. you’re cute- and funny when you’re drunk.”

“i think i love you too,” slurred kit, grinning. he rested his hands on ty’s legs. 

“that’s a relief,” chuckled ty. he ran his hands through kit’s hair in a pattern.

and if someone from the party was to look at magnus’ velvet sofa, they would see an intoxicated blond boy falling in love all over again with a boy with dark hair, his legs across his lap. his back arched to be close to the blond, to run his slender fingers through his hair while the blond stares at him, eyes full of love.

and of course, ty took care of kit when he dealt with his first hangover the next day. 

SugarDaddy!Cal Pt. 8

Okay, okay I know this is long over due and I’m sorry. At first it was cause of school, but then I started binge watching on Netflix all day yesterday, but this is extra long and cute and angsty. Keep in mind that half of this was written at two in the morning after I was done crying from finishing the last episode of 13 reasons why. (Yall needa go watch that shit) I hope you guys enjoy the chapter, y'all know I need 100 notes for part 9 and leave feedback💕

One more thing…Ik it probably doesn’t make sense but I’m gonna pretend like this takes place after like a month from the last time they met.

**WARNING**: Nothing really, just a make out and a small mention of masturbation.


One/ Two/ Three/ Four/Five/Six/Seven/Eight/
Nine/Ten/Eleven/Twelve/Thirteen/Fourteen/Fifteen
Sixteen/ Seventeen/ Eighteen/ Nineteen/Twenty{END}


“Cal, can you not.” You snorted as he tried to squeeze into the tight fitting top you picked out not too long ago.

“I can get in it, I swear.” He grunted while attempting to get the small shirt over his shoulder.

He had took you shopping once again and as always he came into the dressing room with you. This particular time, however, Calum got so bored he decided to try on clothes as well. You didn’t have a problem with that, but he could at least try on something in his size.

“You’re gonna rip it.” You laughed.“ Then you’ll have to buy it just to throw away.”

“I’m going to get in this shirt, Y/N.”

“Oh my God.” You began to laugh harder at his determination, deciding to try on another article of clothing for your sake.“ I think these shorts are gonna make my ass pop.”

“It already pops, Y/N. Your ass is fucking perfect.” He absentmindedly complimented you.

“Take off the shi-”

“I got it!” He yelled once he finally got the top onto his body, throwing his hands up in the air in excitement.

It was quiet as you both heard the sound of fabric tearing. You placed your hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter and Calum’s cheeks slowly flushed pink.

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I Don’t Play Games When It Comes to You; Taehyung [Part 2/7 of the Yandere!BTS Series]

Yandere (ヤンデレ) is a portmanteau of two Japanese words yanderu (病んでる), meaning to be sick, and deredere (デレデレ), which is defined as strongly and deeply exhausted, infatuated, moonstruck, head-over-heels, or lovestruck, but in this case used for “lovestruck.”

Summary: He would do anything to make sure you were his, no matter how extreme. Yandere!Taehyung AU.

Genre: Angst, with suggestions of smut 

Word Count: 4.4K

Warnings: Yandere!AU, obsessive behavior, mentions of murder, psychological abuse, dub-con (dubious consent), mentions of sex 

A/N: Hello! I apologize for the very very late update of this series, but here it is! Thank you all so much for your love and support. Feedback and suggestions are always welcome! 

Consider Before Reading: If you are sensitive to any of the content in the warning, I strongly advise you to not read this one shot. (Disclaimer)

Originally posted by jjks

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All right. Here is my fic for Hannah’s Writing Challenge! @hanny-bananny

Pairing: Spencer x Reader

Quote: “If this is you, and you’re out there, come home. Please.”

*Edit made by @dontshootmespence*

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They say there is no greater pain in life, no greater loss one can feel, than that of a child. To lose a parent is eventual and inevitable. To lose a loved one is tragic, but tolerable. To lose a friend is heartbreaking, but the ability to move on is still there.

But not with a child.

Parents always presume their children will be the ones burying them, not the other way around. Children are brought into this world as a blank slate, a new face, a continuation of their parents’ legacy. And when that new fire of life is snuffed out far before its time, there’s no coming back from that. Marriages seldom stay together. Husbands and wives find themselves unable to be around each other. If they couldn’t even protect their child, what business did they have pretending they could still be happy together?

Forty-seven minutes. That’s how long it had been. For forty-seven minutes, you held her in your arms, feeling her skin growing colder, hearing her tiny heartbeat growing fainter, listening as her short breaths slowly faded away. For forty-seven minutes, you were the perfect family: you, your husband, your child. For forty-seven minutes, you’d been everything you’d ever wanted to be in life: a mother.

And when that forty-seven minutes was up, they took her away from you. They wrenched her from your arms, apologizing over and over again, saying that continuing to see her like that would only make things worse. What did they know? How dare they speak to you like they even knew? How dare they take your child away from you before you even had a chance to truly appreciate her beauty? You didn’t care that she had been gone almost from the moment she came out of you. You didn’t care about the psychological damage that could occur from continuing to hold her lifeless body in your arms. She was your daughter. And all you wanted was time with her. Because now she was gone forever. And you would never get that time back.

In the days following your return from the hospital, you had been like a ghost in your own house. Not eating. Not sleeping. Not engaging in conversation with your husband. Not even really existing. You were just…there. On the days when you actually found the strength to get out of bed, you wandered aimlessly from room to room, each one bringing more pain than the last.

First there was the living room, where you had sat nearly nine months ago, anxious but excited, as you waited for Spencer to come home from work, the positive pregnancy test in your hands. Or the kitchen, where your crazy food cravings refused to let you sleep, and you and Spencer had stayed up all night eating ice cream and coming up with the most ridiculous-sounding names for your little nugget (Makierity Sixty-Four was your personal favorite). Or your bedroom, where you had felt the baby kick for the first time, and Spencer had actually started crying as he proclaimed that he’d never been so happy in his entire life. Or the nursery, where the two of you had spent hours trying to put together the impossible-to-build crib only to have Morgan come by and assemble the damn thing in less than twenty minutes.

All of it, all of those beautiful memories, all of the good and the pure associated with those rooms, all of it was gone now.

But that wasn’t as heart-wrenching as the guilt that piled up in the pit of your stomach any time you looked into Spencer’s eyes. You had always hoped that your child would get his eyes. So bright and beautiful. They always had made you feel like you were the only person in a crowded room when he looked at you with them. They were gentle eyes full of love and compassion, both traits that Spencer had in abundance. You had always loved how they would soften when he would talk to the baby at night, filling its head with all kinds of wonderful stories and mind-blowing statistics. If he wasn’t careful, you would have another little genius on your hands.

But now, those eyes appeared lost and dazed. The hope in them had burned out. Now when you looked into them (something you found yourself doing less and less of as of late), you couldn’t help but feel that there was something else lurking behind the dark irises. Something past the pain and the heartache. And it was with this observation that you began to question: Does he blame me for what happened?

Now you knew Spencer would never say anything of the sort to you. After all, he’d been doing everything in his power to try to bring you out of your slump, even though you could tell it was taking everything in him not to fall apart completely. He’d had members of his team come by to try and cheer you up. JJ informed you that she, too, had suffered a miscarriage, and Hotch you knew had lost his wife to a serial killer. And while both of those were tragic in and of themselves, neither of them could truly understand the pain you experienced carrying someone inside of you for nine months only to lose them moments after bringing them into this world.

Forty-seven minutes. That’s all the protection you could provide her. Forty-seven fucking minutes.

He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve to be stuck in a house with someone who had taken away the one thing he wanted most. You knew early on that Spencer wanted to be a dad. You saw how much he loved and adored his godson Henry, and you wanted nothing more than the chance to give that to him. He deserved some bit of happiness to counteract with all the trauma he had endured in his life (you didn’t know all of it, but you knew enough to know that boy had suffered enough sadness to last him a lifetime).

But you couldn’t even do that. And that’s why you had to leave.

You waited until Spencer had left for work. He only recently started going back, and you were glad that he would have something to help distract him from everything that had been going on. Maybe with luck, he’d have a case which would permit him to be gone for a few days, giving you both time to clear your heads. Maybe when he came home and found you weren’t there, maybe you would both realize this was for the better. After all, why keep around someone who’s only going to cause you grief?

Leaving behind nothing but a hastily scribbled note stating that you were fine and that it would be in his best interest not to come looking for you, you set out. Where were you going? What was your plan? If you ever did plan to return, when would that be? All these were questions you hoped to answer while you were gone.

However, that was three days ago. And now you were currently sitting in a motel about twenty miles out of DC with no plans of where to go and what your endgame was. Your phone had been ringing so much that you finally turned the damn thing off, unable to listen to it anymore. Maybe thirty missed calls would give Spencer the hint that you didn’t want to talk to anyone. You just wanted to be alone. Alone to stew in your thoughts.

But after three days of drinking yourself nearly into a coma in this stuffy, ratty motel room, you couldn’t stand the isolation anymore. You needed to get out and go somewhere. Anywhere. Anyplace that had people. People who didn’t know you. People who would look at you with something other than sadness and pity. A place where you could start over and forget about the pain you had caused back home in Virginia.

As you loaded your bags into the back of the car and debated for a moment whether or not you should bother turning your phone back on, you heard a sudden beep coming from the glove box. There was only one thing in there that would be beeping like that, but there’s no way it was activated. You never gave that number out. There’s no way anyone would have called it…

You slowly reached over and opened the glove box, pulling out the old flip phone nestled underneath old receipts, insurance papers, and other random brochures you and Spencer had accumulated over the years. For the past few years, you had kept a separate phone in your car in case of emergencies only. You’d heard enough horror stories from Spencer about bad things happening to people stuck on the side of the road with a dead car battery and, even worse, a dead phone battery. Not wanting to ever find yourself in that situation, you always made sure to have your back up phone charged just in case the time called for it.

But you never gave the number out. You doubted Spencer even knew you had it. Not that you didn’t trust him, but you felt that the less people knew about it, the less chance there was of it ever going missing or being stolen. And yet, here it was, beeping up at you, flashing the message “1 New Voicemail.”

Probably just a wrong number, you thought to yourself. Someone calling looking for someone else. Or a telemarketer trying to sell me something. It’s nothing. I should just delete it.

But as your finger hovered over the ‘Delete’ button, curiosity got the best of you. Might as well see what this mystery caller wanted right? You’d had barely any human contact for the past three days. Might be nice to hear another voice.

However, as you hit the play button and brought the phone to your ear, your jaw instantly dropped and tears formed in your eyes as you heard your husband’s voice come through the speaker, sounding pained and choked with emotion.

“Y/N? I…I hope this is you. I had Garcia do some digging and she found this number registered in your name. Your maiden name. I take it you’ve had it for a while then. I figured it must be for emergencies or something, but that doesn’t matter right now. I just need you to hear me. I just need to tell you that…I miss you. I miss you so much. And also to tell you that…I understand why you left.

“I know everyone can say that they understand your pain and that they know what you’re going through, but they don’t. No one truly understands your pain like you do. Even I don’t, and I hate that I don’t. I saw the hurt in your eyes every time you looked at me. And I hated that I couldn’t take it away. I hated that you were in so much pain, and that I couldn’t fix it. Believe me, I wish that our lives had turned out the way we wanted. You, me, our daughter. One happy family.

“But maybe that wasn’t what our life was meant to be. I know it’s hard to hear it, sweetheart, but sometimes that’s how things go. What’s most important to know is that this wasn’t your fault. No part of this was your fault. And if that’s what you’re afraid of, I want to assure you that I don’t blame you, Y/N. I never blamed you, and I never will blame you. What you gave me was the most beautiful thing anyone could ever ask for. It may have been brief, but it was perfect. That moment…those few minutes with our daughter…they were perfect.

“And maybe one day we’ll get that moment back. Maybe one day we’ll get to try again. But even if we don’t, that’s okay too. Because if this whole situation has taught me anything, it’s that I don’t want to spend another minute of my life without you. All I really need to be truly happy is you. And though it may seem like this ache will never go away, I promise you it will. I promise that I will never stop loving you, and I promise that we can get through this. Together.

“Please, Y/N. If this is you and you’re out there, come home. Please. Come back home to me. I have nothing in my life if I don’t have you. I love you so much, and I want to help make this right. If you get this, if you’re listening…remember that I love you. Always have, always will.”

The message ended, but you hardly noticed as you sunk forward in your seat, your face buried in your hands, as sobs wracked your body. You always knew that Spencer had loved you unconditionally, but to hear it all laid out there like that…you couldn’t understand why you even left in the first place. How could you have left someone like that? How could you have believed a man like that would ever blame you for something you both knew deep down wasn’t truly your fault? How could you even be considering leaving behind the best thing to ever happen to you?

When you had lost your daughter, you thought your life was over. You thought there was no way either of you could ever come back from this. But you had evidently severely underestimated your husband and all the good he truly had to offer you. He didn’t blame you. He wasn’t angry about what happened. All he wanted was you, back in his arms, safely. Who were you to deny him that? Who were you to walk away from a love like that?

You glanced down at the glittering band on your left hand. You’d always said that you would never give your heart away to just anyone. It had to be someone truly special. Someone who would never hurt you like you’d been hurt in the past. And you knew, five years ago, when Spencer had slipped that band over your finger, when he had made that promise to love you for better or for worse, you always assumed he would mean it. And now this was it. This was the proof you needed. For better or for worse. That’s what you had told each other.

It took some time to calm yourself down, but once your crying had stopped, you found your mind to be clear. You knew what you had to do now. This self-destruction was getting nowhere. You knew the healing process was going to be long and it was going to be hard. But you also knew that with your sweet, loving husband by your side, there was nothing you two couldn’t overcome, so long as you overcame it together.

It was late when you finally pulled into the driveway. You half-expected Spencer to be asleep, or maybe even still at work. You knew how he had a tendency to stay late when his head was too full and he wasn’t ready to face home. However, to your surprise, as you got out of the car, the porch light suddenly flicked on. Seconds later, the front door creaked open, and there he stood, looking about as disheveled as you (clearly neither of you had been doing a lot of sleeping lately). But as you stepped closer, you saw it: for the first time since this all happened, his eyes lit up at the sight of you. As if nothing brought him more joy than the sight of you right here, right now.

“Y/N…” he whispered, as if he couldn’t believe you were really here. You opened your mouth to respond, but found yourself unable, and instead fell gratefully into his welcoming arms. And as he held you tightly, nuzzling his head into your neck, as you sobbed on his shoulder, clinging to him for dear life, you realized that this was truly where you belonged. Things would get better in the end, so long as you had Spencer.

It may have taken forty-seven minutes for you to lose your child, but it only took about forty-seven seconds for you to realize that not all had been truly lost in the world.

Pain of the Past

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Request: Hiya! Can you do a Reader x dean where they get into an argument and he throws up his arms/steps forward or something and Reader flinches as if she thought he would hit her and it breaks his heart?

Warnings: Some language, mentions of a past abusive relationship, angst, and some fluff.

Word Count: 914

A/N: Well I gave this my best shot so I hope you like this!!!

Originally posted by frozen-delight

“You don’t need to come on this hunt!”

You glared at Dean. This was the third time he had tried to stop you from going on a hunt and you’d had it. “And what gives you any right to say what I can or can’t do?” You snapped back.

“I’m not saying you can’t go, I’m just saying we don’t need you.” Dean ran his hands through his hair in frustration.

“Oh really? Because the last time you said that you came home with a bullet in your shoulder and Sam had a sprained wrist!” Dean had been trying this new method of saying he didn’t need you in hopes that you would believe him, but it was complete bullshit.

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for persephone: i bring her an ensemble of butterflies. her eyes widen. when she reaches out to touch a wing, they perish. before she leaves i sneak a bag of pomegranate seeds into her hand. she pulls one out, puts it on her left canine tooth. the message is clear: “you don’t get to choose to be a villain or a woman. by nature they’ve indoctrinated you to be both.” she puts another seed on her right tooth. “give them what they want. rip their throat out.”

for hades: i bring a globe of the world painted black with red freckles scattered on it. the red paint hasn’t dried when he arrives, he places his index finger on them and smears the paint. on our monthly visits i always bring a cup of red paint. put a new red dot, instruct him to place his finger and spin the globe. before i leave he offers me a glove so the paint won’t stain next time. this is my first lesson on how to get away with murder.

for aphrodite: i try to cut a paper heart out of red construction paper. glue glitter onto it. she snarls and rolls her eyes. she wants something with a pulse. i try to explain that i can’t just rip somebody’s heart out of their chest. she tells me to break their heart instead because it’s all the same in the end.

for chronos: i bring him clocks of all shapes and sizes. he breaks the glass, rips out the hands. when i return home it’s nine months ago and you’re still here. i send a silent thank you. the clock starts ticking again. he said this would be my last chance to get it right.

for dionysus: i smuggle in the highest price wine i can find the first time i meet him. he sucks it down, tells me next time to just bring the cheap stuff because it gives the same buzz. i know there’s a lesson to be learned from his reckless nature. i still haven’t figured it out. i still keep letting you reach out to me like i’m the next bottle.

for erebus: i invite him at twilight, take the god of darkness too literal. he arrives an hour before dawn. the sky is a deep blue. he stares off into the distance, wary of the rising sun. tells me to make it quick. my offer was the whole night sky so now i’m empty handed. for the first time i realize nobody wants the darkness. nobody wants what’s already promised to them. i’m trying to find a way to let him see the sun.
—  Life Lessons with the Gods and Goddesses, Angelea Lowes
Blooming

    Natsu halted, smelling the familiar and soft scent of fresh flowers. He never tired of their sweet aroma, for they reminded him of his forested childhood with Igneel, and also of a certain best friend. The thought had crossed his mind before. Should he pick out flowers for her? Not wanting to appear sappy, he usually decided against it. Yet, today, he figured there must have been something in the air. Perhaps it was the brilliantly blue sky, not covered with a single opaque cloud. Perhaps it was the caress of the warm breeze, that reminded him of home, that reminded him of her. Her, who he missed so dearly. A woman’s abrupt laugh broke him out of his thoughtful daze. 

“Sir, why don’t you buy some? In fact, I’ll let you have a few for no charge.” The elderly woman gestured to her wide array of colors and textures.

    Natsu blushed slightly, not realizing he had been staring. Slowly walking over, he chastised himself for his future actions. Lucy would probably think that he was ridiculous, and he was horrifically unsure what type of flower to give her.

    The woman smiled, the lines on her face forming soft dimples and cracks, so fragile they looked as if they would break, yet firm enough to be perennial. Perennials! Would she smile at such a hopeful type of bloom? Such an everlasting flower would surely represent her. No matter how she suffers, she withstands, she survives, she persists, and with such interminable yet unrefined grace. Natsu gave the old woman a friendly smile. 

“I don’t know much about flowers and stuff, I only know them apart by smells, really. Could you show me the perennials?” he asked, narrowly moving out of the path of a strolling baker.

    Turning around, the old woman searched thoughtfully, before picking up three different blooms and setting them on the front table. Natsu noticed her wrinkled hands, covered in soil and softly calloused. “When did you decide to begin tending to these plants?” he questioned, hoping he wouldn’t sound rude.

    Clasping her hands together, her right thumb overtaking her left, she let out a small chuckle. “I’ve been travelling around the continents for nearly my whole life, with my wife by my side every step of the way. We met some fair obstacles, some requiring more perseverance and courage than others. Our mission was usually to carry medical supplies to those who needed them.” She sighed, a content and warm smile shaping her face. “We came by a family along the way, quite far from any major city or town. The man of the house was extremely ill, and there was nothing I, or Maria could have done for him at the house. He was quite the trooper for his children, though. Always smiled through his sickening pain when they came into the room. His wife was already gone, and I could tell how much he loathed to leave his children..but…” She paused, smoothing out the topsoil of one of the perennials with her forefinger, a small tear dripping onto the flower’s unique petal.

    Natsu, becoming somewhat emotional himself, inquired her further. “What happened to him?” The hum of the city was nonexistent, as he focused on her response. He faintly heard the merry song of a Warbler as he waited. 

    Swallowing thickly, she allowed herself to reply. “When I asked him if he wanted to come with us to the city for any kind of medical aid, he politely refused. He said his children, those he loved, gave him the best medicine. I was confused, as was Maria, but a few moments later we experienced why he said that. Two small girls, both not even the age of eight, entered the room, cheerful smiles plastered to their faces. In their hands, they each held a small bouquet of flowers, held them as fiercely as you would hold a loved one, yet as gently as you would with a close confidant. They passed their flowers to this man, as he lay on his deathbed. The man began to cry, holding his daughters closely. He died that night. But his soul was well for all eternity, of that I am certain. ‘When peace like a river, attendeth my way, when sorrows like sea billows roll. Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say, it is well, it is well, with my soul.’ Perhaps it was not the flowers themselves which made the man so adamantly content, it was what they symbolized. They symbolized something that varies in size and shape, in series and in type. They symbolized Love. Yet, love is not simply an act, or an experience, it is a meaning. It is a definition of what is right, what is wrong, and what is real in this world. Love is tangible, for love is in these flowers, isn’t it? So, to answer your question, I realized that healing and nourishing the heart is the healing I cherished most of all. Maria and I put as much love as we can into our gardens, with the hope that someone can flow their own love into the blooming petals.” With a steady hand, she pushed one of the arrangements forward. “These are yours, dear boy.”

    Natsu unexpectedly wiped his tears away slowly, briefly tasting the saltiness as he licked his lips. Now, his heart was completely invested in this endeavor for flowers to give Lucy when he returned home. After being away for nearly a month, he was brought to tears by his loneliness without her, aided by the elderly woman’s story. “Which kind are they?” he spoke softly. Almost every bloom was a coin-shaped pod, with the beans seen inside through the sunlight. One of the flowers had bloomed early, the purple shade fading into a warm cream-like tone.

“Lunaria.” 

    Natsu started at the name. He opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off.

“She is a a celestial spirit wizard, no?” She smiled. “I saw you both nine years ago, running away from the army. She held keys, and you were the one who nearly burned this town to the ground.” Despite her seemingly vindictive words, her tone was sweet. “When you become my age, you remember silly things like that. Anyway, take these already. Go on.”

    Surprise still evident on his face, Natsu picked up the small pot, looking upon the blooms fondly. “Thank you so much, granny, are you sure I don’t owe you anything?”

    The woman slightly winced at the word ‘granny’, but continued to smile. “Nothing at all. Love is priceless.” 

Ah jeez I wrote this at 9 or 10 pm on a school night because i needed fluff and i love when i can just write the way i want to. i hope it was alright~

Baby - Jack Maynard

Originally posted by myalwaysari

Pairing: Jack Maynard & Y/N
Word Count: 2.8k
Warnings: None
A/N: This is so long I’m so sorry.
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“It’s just not worth it Jack.” You say, pacing up and down in front of the sofa where he was sitting. “You’re busy with YouTube and all your projects, I’m busy with my last month or so at uni and I’m moving back to Brighton soon. We just don’t have time for each other anymore.” You continued.
Jack said nothing, his head falling into his hands.
“But I love you.” He mumbled.
You sighed and sat down beside him, pulling his hands into yours so that he would look at you.
“And I love you too. But right now, if we continue the way we are, this is going to end messily. There’s going to be fights and drama and that’s not something that either of us need right now. I love you, and if we’re meant to be then we’ll come back to each other.” You said, gazing into his increasingly misty blue eyes.
He nodded his head lightly, looking to the ground to avoid your gaze.
After placing a kiss on his head, you got your coat and left your now ex-boyfriends apartment.

After that night, you and Jack stayed somewhat good friends, seeing each other on the odd occasion. But it hurt to be with him, but not with him. Seeing him all over girls at clubs and parties hurt you to see, even if you had initiated the break up.
After you finished your degree, you moved back to your hometown of Brighton. You loved how everything felt comfortable to you, to hear the waves hitting the rocks at the sea, to hear children playing in the playground. But it made you sad, everything around had reminded you of things you had done with Jack. You had grown to be the cliché relationship of childhood friends turning into love. You had played in the playground together, been round to each other’s houses a countless amount of times, your first kiss had been on the beach that you find so relaxing.

You had begun to get nauseous over the past couple of weeks, thinking it was just the flu as you got sick quite often, you just left it. However, while over at your parents’ house to have some company as you lived by yourself, your mum convinced you to take a pregnancy test just to make sure.
You had left the two sticks on the bathroom counter beside the sink, fidgeting with your hands and unable to stand still. After the three minutes were up, you nervously walked over to the tests.
Lifting the piece of toilet paper off that you had to cover them, they both revealed the same thing.

Positive.

~Time skip to the present~

After finding out you were pregnant you had phoned Jack but he didn’t pick up. Although it was evident he was on his phone from the extensive amount of snapchats he had posted with random girls from a party.
That night after talking it out with your mum and about thirty litres of tears, you decided it would be best to keep it, however since Jack was obviously busy with YouTube and partying, you didn’t want to ruin that for him just as he was getting more successful at his dream job.

Over those nine months, with a lot of help from your family, you set up your own café/bookstore in Brighton. Something you have dreamed of having ever since you were young.
After nine struggling months, you brought the sweetest calmest baby girl into the world, Ella Rose Maynard.

You were currently in the grocery shop picking up some bits and bobs for the house. Ella was now just over one years old and had begun to walk about a month or so ago. She had light blonde baby hair, and the most stunning blue eyes that were just like her fathers.
It was a beautiful summers day outside, so you were glad when you finally got to the frozen section to cool down.
Seemingly, that wasn’t just your idea. While talking absentmindedly to Ella about the things you needed to get you didn’t notice a man standing in front of your trolley.
“I’m so sorry!” you tell him as you watch him leaning down to pick up some of the food he had dropped in the collision.
“It’s okay, don’t worry about it.” He said, standing up from the ground to look at you. When he did he said the words you were least expecting.
“Y/n?”
Looking at him properly, you gasped slightly.
“Conor?”

It turns out Conor was down from London to visit his family for a bit before they went on holiday. As you both were catching up, Ella started to become fussy, not liking to be ignored for even those short five minutes.
You walk over to her side, picking her up out of the seat and placed her on your hip. She snuggled into your neck as you walked back over to Conor.
Conor’s face was priceless when you introduced him to her. But he quickly smiled, holding his hand out to your child.
She looked up at you with a confused look on her face and you laughed.
“Con, she doesn’t know what that is, here.” You said, repositioning his hand so it was flat and upright.
“Can you give Conor a high five?” you asked her.
She giggled and put her tiny hand in the middle of Conor’s much larger one.
Conor’s smile was brighter than you’d ever seen it, but it soon turned to an inquisitive one.
“It’s funny, I thought she reminded me of someone, she looks like Anna when she was a baby.” He joked about, tickling her side.
“Well, uh, yeah…” you trailed off, not knowing what to reply to that.
“Y/n?” he asked, everything now clicking in his head, the age of her, the similarities in both looks and behaviour. “Is she Jack’s?” he asked softly.
Ella nuzzled her head back into your neck as her new friend had stopped playing with her. You ran your fingers through her soft blonde hair, willing yourself to be calm about this all.
You nodded your head, trying to gage his emotions at both you and the situation he found you in.
With a little yawn, you felt Ella’s head start to get heavy.
“Come back to mine? I’ll explain everything to you I promise.” You told him, beginning to walk to the checkouts with what you had gotten.

When you got home you explained to him that you had already broke up with Jack when you had found out about your pregnancy. How you had tried to get in contact with Jack but he hadn’t answered or returned your calls. He was preoccupied with his job and girls that you didn’t want him to resent Ella for ruining a time in his life he loved so much.
“I’m leaving in a couple of days to go back to London, come with me. Just for a week or so.”
You shook your head, “Ella is here and my shop, I can’t just up and go when I want to Con, I have responsibilities.”
“Bring her with you, and I’m sure your shop will be fine to be shut for a week. You need a break. You can come stay with me, I’ve got a spare bedroom for the two of you and everything.”
After a lot of persuading you finally agreed to go up with him in a couple of days.

You drove Conor up to London as he had originally got the train down and so that you could have your own car to get about places.
After a couple of days of getting situated and Ella getting used to a new environment you had agreed to meet up with all your friends that you had missed in the two years you were gone.
The ‘buttercream squad’ minus Jack had gathered in Conor’s living room, waiting for the surprise that he had promised.
“You can come out now.” He called to you after he had finally got them all to be quiet.
You walked out of the spare bedroom, walking nervously towards the living room.
As soon as you could be seen in view, exclamations of happiness erupted from the five boys. They all hurried out of their seats, all coming at once to give you a hug.

After an hour or so of catching up with all the boys you were eventually asked the question of why you went pretty much completely M.I.A. on your social medias and basically restarted life two years ago. You told them that they had to be quiet and you would show them. Standing up you ushered them to follow you into the spare bedroom, urging them to please be quiet.
Opening the door, you gestured over to the crib in the corner. As quietly as five fully grown men could, they shuffled over to the side of it, trying to get a glance at what was inside.
As their eyes fully adjusted to the lack of light in the room they saw the peacefully sleeping baby and gasps filled the room.
You brought them out before they could wake her up and as soon as you shut the door you were bombarded with questions.
“Is that a baby?”
“Is it yours?”
“Who’s the dad?”
“How did you keep it a secret for so long?”
“She’s so cute I just want to squish her little che-“
“Stop!” you shouted at them, “One at a time.”
You answered all the questions they had about her, just in time for you to hear her waking up. You bundled her up in a blanket and brought her out to the living room. All the boys were smiling brightly, her tired eyes darting around the room at the large unknown people in front of her. Sitting down, you turned her to face them and as you introduced them they waved at her, receiving a cute giggle in response.

The boys were as won over as Conor was. She had them all wrapped around her little finger by the end of that night.
The boys came over the next couple of days to get her used to them. And right now, she was sitting on Joe’s lap, laughing at all the funny faces that he was pulling.
He was setting her on the ground to walk over to who she wanted next when the front door slammed open. You heard some degree of a coat being taken off and a shout from him, “Conor? Why is no one answering my calls?”
Because of the loud noise, Ella had waddled as fast as she could over to you, getting you to pick her up so she could hide in your neck.
Conor had a panicked look on his face and rushed over to the living room door to try and stop Jack from coming in.
You saw Conor backing up, attempting to block his view into the room.
“Why are you being so weird? Are you having some secret party I wasn’t invited to?” you head the joking voice.
Conor was pushed out of the way by him and he stood in the doorway looking in on what he was missing.
He was exactly the same as he was two years ago, shining blue eyes, cheeky smile, wavy hair.
But when his eyes landed on you the smile turned confused, and when his eyes drifted downwards to Ella, they turned angry.
“This is what you tried to hide from me then?!” he screamed at his brother, pushing him out of the way and making his way out the front door.
Conor ran after his furious brother, attempting to calm him down.
Lifting Ella up with you, you handed her to Oli, pressing a kiss to her head as she cuddled into him.
You walked out into the hallway, hearing the current argument between the two brothers.
“She’s back and you never even told me?! And she has a baby!? What the hell is going on?” Jack yelled. “Why were you hiding it? Is it yours? That’s why you were wasn’t it! You banged the love of my life and knocked her up!”
You couldn’t take them fighting over something that wasn’t true, so you opened the front door and yelled at Jack who looked like he was about to punch Conor.
“It’s yours!”

Jack’s fist froze mid-air and his head snapped towards yours.
“What?” he questioned, arms growing slack and falling to his sides.
“She’s yours. Conor bumped into me in Brighton, quite literally.” You said, smiling at the memory. “Now will you come inside where I can explain this to you properly?”
He nodded, looking like he was in a daze.
Walking back into the apartment you walked past the living room door, seeing Ella now peacefully sleeping in the crook of Oli’s arms.
Jack took a proper look at her now, seeing the familiar features of his and your own mixed into this tiny human being.

You took him into your room for the past week and sat down. You both sat down on the edge of the bed and he looked up at you expectantly.
“She’s called Ella. She’s just over one year old. I tried to tell you Jack, I really did. But you didn’t answer so I just assumed that since you didn’t want me in your life so it would be better to keep Ella out too.”
You told him how you still kept up with him, watching his and the boys’ vlogs daily. You both just caught up what you had both missed over the past two years, filling each other in on what you had done.
After two hours of talking you had agreed to meet up with him at the park with Ella to get them used to each other.

It was a long day of playing and laughs and picture worthy moments. Jack and Ella had gotten along like a house on fire. He pushed her on the swing, walked about with her on his shoulders and she even let him go down the slide with her.
As you were walking to a nearby coffee shop, Ella fell asleep.
You both sat down at a table near the large window overlooking the business men and women and those who were out and about.
You both began to talk about your past relationship and if there were any current ones. For both the answer was no.
“You can’t exactly go far on a date after telling them that you have a child.” You joked.
He hummed slightly, “I tried to date other people, but no one could even compare to you.”
You looked down at your sleeping angel, running your hand briefly across her head.
“You were my first love, it really hurt me when we split.” You said, not wanting to look him in the eye.
He nods his head slightly, “You were my only love.” He said softly, holding his hand in yours and gently running his thumb across yours.

After that night, you told Jack that you needed to know if he was serious about being in Ella’s life. That she was your first priority. You got into a short routine with Jack over the next week or so and it was very hard to get Ella to go back to Brighton with you.
Jack helped you find a small shop front, moving your business up into London while you stayed in his flat with Ella, allowing them the time that they had missed together.

It was now Christmas; your relationship had quickly picked up where you left off when you moved in with each other. The boys loved Ella and loved the fact that you and Jack were back together.
You were finishing up organising the presents underneath the tree when you heard the door to Jack’s flat open.
Jack had been out with the boys having a Christmas dinner with them all before actual Christmas.
You heard tiny pitter patters of feet coming down the stairs of the girl you had put to bed hours ago.
“Daddy!” she called.
You turned around to see Ella flinging herself at Jack from the bottom of the stairs, wrapping her arms around his neck when he caught her.
“Read book dada?” she said, doing the puppy eyes that she had perfected months ago.
He chuckled and agreed, “Go up to bed and I’ll be there in a minute.” He said, placing a kiss on her cheek.

As she was going up the stairs you came over to where he was standing, wrapping your arms around his waist and putting your head on his chest.
“Good night with the boys?” you mumbled into his collarbone
“Great, but I would have preferred to spend it with my girls.” He replied, kissing your head, and then taking a step back from you.
“The princess awaits.” He laughed, kissing you properly before heading up the stairs.

You thought back to those years ago, that you said if you were to come back to each other if you were meant to be. Evidently you were.

Enouement- 6

Summary: Told in reverse-chronological order, Enouement is the story of love and loss, telling the journey that led you to your ultimate destination: a life full of happiness and regret, mistakes and laughter- and the man who gave you it all. Bucky x Reader

Words: 1441

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, maybe language and violence?

Author’s Note: Man.

Master   Part 5

Originally posted by buckybass

Bucky inhaled sharply, the cold night air permeating his lungs. He ached, his ribcage too tight around his heart as he slowly, reluctantly, made his way from the street, the headlights of his Tahoe flickering off, toward the front door. It was ominous, the tiny glass pane showing that the lights inside were off. He stopped in front of it, staring at the smooth white wood. His throat was thick with regret and he slid the key into the lock, eyes closing as the sound of the tumblers turning seemed to resonate down the whole street.

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“Wow, Alex,” Jack said, trying to keep his eyes from popping out of his head. “You really, uh…you really grew up after you left for college!”

He hadn’t seen his childhood friend in years, and he was already kicking himself for being so tongue tied around her, but he couldn’t help it. She was gorgeous. Her breasts were gargantuan, and her tummy and thighs were so big and soft. And her ass…well, all he wanted to do was fall to his knees and kiss that perfect ass. But Alex had always been a scrawny kid. The two of them used to joke that the puberty bus left her at the station as they played in empty fields and snuck out at night to try and crash parties thrown by the more popular kids whose parents were never home.

This girl…no, this woman in front of him, was anything but scrawny. He couldn’t fathom how she had become so…so…BIG!

And it wasn’t just her voluptuousness that was currently driving him crazy…it was the fact that tiny little Alex Storm, the girl he used to pat on the head whenever she would make fun of him simply because he knew it drove her crazy, was now looking down on him, her eyes easily six inches above his own.

“You like?” she asked with a smirk. “I finally boarded the puberty bus and it was the express, Jackie.”

Jack scowled slightly. He hated that nickname. But he had to admit he was more likely to endure it coming from this goddess standing before him. Still, something was bothering him. “Alex,” he began slowly. “How long has it been?”

She scrunched her face up. “Oh, I dunno. Four or five years maybe?”

Was that enough time for all of this growth? He supposed it must have been. But he’d also kept up with her on social media, and he knew that as recently as nine months ago she’d looked just the same. There were no photos of her in her current…state, so he had no idea when these changes had actually occurred.

“Alex, I’m just going to come out and ask it…how in the hell?”

She grinned. He knew that look. “Oh, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said, looking much like a cat toying with a mouse.

“Uh-huh,” Jack said wryly. “You’re enormous and you have no idea what I’m talking about.”

Alex punched Jack in the arm, causing him to physically take a couple steps back. Wow. That had actually hurt. Despite how soft her body appeared, she was clearly packing some legitimate muscle and power.

“It’s not nice to call a woman enormous, Jack. Apparently you didn’t learn any manners since I last saw you.”

Still rubbing his arm, Jack rolled his eyes. “Oh, please. Look at you - you’re a giant! All of this…Alex, puberty didn’t do this and I know it.”

She wagged her finger at him and tsk’d him, not unlike a mother scolding a child. “See, that’s where you’re wrong, Jackie. Puberty did cause this…sort of.”

Jack sighed, moving to sit on her sofa. This was a really nice apartment she was living in. He dimly wondered how she could afford it. “Well,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I guess I’d love to hear more about your “sort of” puberty, then, because I’m totally lost.”

Alex shrugged. “I mean, there’s not much to tell. I kind of fell in with this genius smarty pants at college. He was super into me. You’d like him, Jack, he’s a hopeless nerd just like you.”

“Blah blah,” Jack retorted.

“Anyway,” Alex continued, glaring. “We were dating. He was nice. Then I found his porn stash and discovered he was into women the exact fucking opposite of me - curvy and thick and…just big, Jack. Really big.”

Jack’s look softened as he saw how much this had clearly hurt her. “Hey,” he began. “It’s-”

“I was upset at first, but then he started talking about the stuff he was working on. A machine that actually triggers puberty. Or…I guess a sort of artificial puberty. I’m not 100% sure how it works, honestly. All I know is you start out as you, and whenever it’s done doing its thing, you’re just…even more you. Kinda like…enhanced.”

“Wow,” Jack said. If anybody else had told him that story he wouldn’t have believed it, but seeing the new Alex in front of him, there was no denying that what she was saying was the truth. “This guy is going to be a billionaire.”

Alex shrugged again. “I mean, money isn’t everything,” she paused, looking around her spacious and well-furnished apartment and smirking. “Although I guess it is a little useful.”

“So one use of that machine turned you into-”

“No, no, it’s not that big of a miracle,” Alex said, holding up her hands. “I, uh…may have gotten a little carried away, helping him test it. It’s just…” she trailed off.

“What?”

Alex sighed, her hands running over her body. “It’s just that it feels so good,” she said excitedly. “That’s what I never told him. The size, the increased mass, the growing…it feels amazing. I cum every single time I use that machine. Multiple times.”

His mouth dropped open but no words came out.

Alex stood from her chair, continuing to run her hands over her body. “I’m not going to lie to you, little Jackie,” she said, her face once again a smirk. “I got a little addicted. My boyfriend broke up with me, said I was abusing his pet project. He tried to restrict my access, get me out of there.”

Alex’s cell phone on the coffee table began buzzing. Glancing down, Jack saw a photo of a smiling man in a lab coat and the name “Sweetie Pie” flash. Alex didn’t bother picking it up.

“He was an idiot if he thought I was going to give that machine up,” she continued, happily touching herself. She pulled one side of her little black dress up, just high enough that he could see the start of her panties. His eyes went wide and he could feel himself hardening in his pants even as Alex’s phone once again began buzzing like crazy, this time with text notifications, every one in all caps and featuring the angriest emojis:

“Alex, are you fucking crazy?!”

“You destroyed it!”

“All my research! How high did you turn up the power this time??!”

“It’s dangerous! I don’t even know what it will do!”

“At that dosage, the radiation will seep right into your bones!”

“Alex answer your phone!!!!!”

Jack gaped, looking up at Alex, who was biting her lip and slowly swiveling her hips while staring at him. She moaned, and he could swear she was suddenly surrounded by the faintest sort of glow, just before he saw her head inch a bit higher, her dress tightening all across her body as her breasts bulged out of it even more.

“Jaaacckkiieee,” she giggled in a sing-song voice, and her head rose up a solid foot, causing Jack to begin scrambling backwards with a startled yell, right up the couch’s back, flipping over it and pratfalling onto the floor. Alex laughed, a loud, tinkling noise that seemed to reverberate up his spine. He looked up from behind the couch slowly, eyes wide, and quickly ducked behind it when he saw her head brushing the ceiling.

The reprieve was short lived, as she moved the sofa out of the way with one hand, smiling down at him. “Hi,” she said happily, and Jack tried not to stare directly at her breasts, which had already exploded out of her dress and bra and hung tantalizingly above him. Her panties looked to be next.

“H-hi,” Jack said meekly, slowly trying to scoot back away from his friend.

“Don’t you like this, Jackie?” Alex asked, her eyes menacing. “Doesn’t everybody want me to have a body like this?”

“Oh, s-sure,” Jack said, his teeth chattering in fear as her head finally cracked against the ceiling, raining plaster over all of them. The blow didn’t appear to hurt Alex at all. If anything she looked even more exhilarated by it, and Jack briefly reflected that with these elevated ceilings, she had to be over ten feet tall.

“I’m just giving eeeeverybody what they want,” Jack’s friend said, her voice angry. “Nobody wants scrawny little pre-pubescent looking Alex…they want-”

Suddenly, she experienced another growth spurt, her shoulders widening the hole that her head just made in the ceiling. Light from the second floor came streaming in and Jack heard screams.

Curvy!”

Her hips widened as her body pushed taller, her ass a sight to behold as it pushed the remaining living room furniture out of the way before her breasts began pushing into the second story. Jack could already tell her head was pressing against the next ceiling.

Thick!”

More plaster came down and Jack’s brain switched to auto pilot as he scrambled to get out of the building. He turned around only once before leaving Alex’s apartment to see that only her leg up to mid thigh remained in the room. Crashing sounds from above could be heard as he sprinted away.

HUGE ALEX!” his friend called, her head finally plowing through the roof of the building, causing it to slowly collapse around her.

Jack’s eyes were wide as he saw his best friend suddenly begin fingering herself out in the open, unable to resist how turned on the process had made her. He felt a buzzing in his hand and looked down, startled. He had picked up Alex’s phone before he ran out. Without thinking, he answered.

“Alex??!” a voice screamed in his ear, causing him to move it away. “What the hell have you done?!”

“Alex can’t come to the phone right now,” Jack murmured into the receiver. “She’s, uh…too big.”

“Who is this?” the voice demanded. “Wait…is this Jack? Are you her friend?”

Jack answered in the affirmative, and he sighed. “I’m going to text you directions to my lab. You need to come right now. She did a really shitty job of breaking my machine so I’m almost done fixing it. I may…god, I know I’m going to regret this…I may need your help to stop her.”

Jack shook his head, then realized he couldn’t see the motion. “No way! This is crazy! Why don’t you use the machine yourself??”

He sighed again. “You don’t send the only scientist who knows how to potentially reverse this mess into the…the thick of battle, you moron. Listen, just…get down here while she’s distracted by her masturbating. This machine causes the brain to release a lot of pleasurable chemicals, so I’m certain she’s a little…you know, busy.”

Jack stared at the enormous Alex, reclining on the rubble of her old apartment and hefting one of her gigantic breasts up to her mouth, sucking on the nipple. “I…I don’t know,” he uttered.

“Jack,” the voice said calmly. “I’m making some improvements while I fix this. I’ll have much better control. The only way we’re going to stop this is if you’re at least as big as she is…preferably bigger.”

Jack’s heart skipped a beat and he suddenly imagined looming over Alex, bending her over a building as her enormous ass jiggled against his significantly larger body with every thrust of his mammoth cock into her folds. He pictured her attempting to sit up only to feel his gigantic hand pressing her upper body back down and holding her still so he could continue fucking her with an earth rumbling moan.

“I’ll be there in ten minutes,” he said, and hung up.

Home

A/N: Based off the song Home by 1D off their Perfect EP. This takes place just after the boys went on hiatus.

“Can you write one about Niall and Y/N” from @directioner-05.

Word count: 1750

Originally posted by sensuous

My body turns over to the right for the fiftieth time, trying to find the most comfortable position to fall asleep in, but it’ll only result in more tossing and turning. I can’t sleep, again. Rolling on my back defeated, I look up at the dark ceiling, listening to the pattering rain against the rooftop of the apartment complex. It’s been nine long months without his comforting embrace holding me tight as we slept together that is until he left later that night. Nine long months without his intoxicating touch or his hypnotizing kiss. I miss him. I roll over onto his side of the bed and snuggle with his pillow that he managed to leave here by accident. It’s been so long that his scent is barely there anymore. Sure, he has called me occasionally, but his voice isn’t enough. I want him here, physically.

Sometimes I wonder if he felt like this, too, after so long. But then I think that he can have any girl he wanted for the night to get that satisfaction. I could do that, too, since that’s what friends with benefits are. Just a casual relationship. But I don’t. I only want him. Technically, I’m not supposed to be missing him this bad or wanting him to just sleep with me with no sex at all. That’s against the rules.

I groan into his pillow then my phone starts going off. “I was stumbling looking in the dark with an empty heart, but you say you feel the same. Could we ever be enough? Maybe we could be enough.” I pick it up off the end table and read the name. Him. My heart flutters when I answer. “Hello?”

His voice is husky and profound like he just woke up. “Hi love, I didn’t think you’d be awake.”

I giggle. “Then why did you call doofus?”

He chuckles a little bit. “Thought I’d give a try and apparently it worked.”

“Point taken,” I glance at the bedside clock that reads four in the morning in red. Who knows what time he’s looking at right now. “So why did you call then?”

“I, um,” I can sense him looking down at the ground like he does whenever he grows nervous. “Just miss ya is all.” A faint smile spreads across my face.

“I miss you, too, Niall.”

He exhales a tired sigh after a few seconds of comfortable silence. “M'so tired, love. Could I come over tonight?”

“Sure, if you weren’t halfway across the world.”

“Who said I was? And by the way, you need to fix that chip of paint on your door. Still, bugs me.” My eyes widen as I shoot up from the sheets. I can sense him smiling through the phone, then the line goes dead.

The line goes dead then my eyes flick up to the door when I hear a knock on it. I shoot up from my bed and rush over to the door, my sports jersey brushing against the tops of my thighs. I peek out the glass hole to see nothing except inky blackness. Quickly, I unlock it as fast as I can and open it up, revealing Niall, smiling from ear to ear.

His blonde hair is tousled and a little damp from the rain. He wears a white shirt with a black leather jacket over the top, and a pair gray sweats matched with the same colored tennis shoes. My eyes start to water from pure happiness. It’s like he’s not real, but yet he’s standing right in front of me. I just can’t believe it. Not being able to find the words to say anything, I just laugh and wipe away the falling tears, then walk into those outstretched arms. I hug his core tightly as he buries his nose into my messy hair. “Long time no see.” I chuckle. His soothing hands gently rub the small of back to calm me down as I sob into his shirt. “Sh, it’s alright love. I’m here now.” That makes me squeeze his core tighter.

“Sorry, it’s just been forever, and I’m just happy you’re back.” I sniffle, and he smiles into my hair.

It’s quiet for the longest time it seems like as we just stand there in each other’s arms when, in reality, it’s only been a few minutes. We pull away from each other, but he catches my cheeks in both of his large hands. He lowers his head, inching in so that our noses brush before he finally reconnects those soft lips to mine for the first time in nine months. Only it doesn’t feel the same like it did all that time ago. It seems more.. caring, more loving, not hungry and eager. And when he deepened the kiss, that’s when I feel it the most. My heart pounds in my chest. I move my hands to drape around his neck while his set back around my waist, tugging me closer.

As things start heating up, gentle Niall starts to disappear, his kisses are rougher, the mesmerizing touch is back. He breaks away for air and stares at me for a few seconds with dark blue eyes. He grabs my hand and tugs me inside, shutting the door quickly behind us. Pinning me up against it, he intertwines his long fingers with mine beside my head as he places long slow kisses on my bruising lips.

He then drifts down to my neck and does the same, but leaves a few marks on the way down to my collar bones. When he hits my tender spot on the way back up, just below my jaw, I moan out his name, making him squeeze my hands then pull away from me again, the both of us breathing heavily. “Is something wrong?”

He shakes his head. “N-no, it’s just… can I sleep with you?” He asks.

My brows come together in confusion. He’s never asked that before, usually it just happens. “Of course you can. You don’t have to-” He cuts me off, shaking his head.

“No, I mean, I wanna sleep with you without having sex with you.” He states. “I-I just want to cuddle with you until we fall asleep in each other’s arms and when I wake up, I still want you to be there. I don’t want to look at an empty side of the bed in the morning.”

“Niall, that’s against the rules.”

He scoffs. “Frankly, I couldn’t give two shits about those rules. I just wanna be with you, love.”

That makes me smile big with delight. “Okay, fine.” He grins, too, then plants another soft kiss before releasing my hands. I walk over to my bed, glancing at the clock again. Almost five am. Niall’s shoes hit the floor with a thud by the front door when I climb under the covers, snuggling into their softness. I can’t help but smile again when I hear him walk over. Before climbing in, he slides off his white t-shirt and places it beside the bed on the floor.

He crawls in and lays on his stomach with his head on my chest. He always liked being held by somebody, whether it’s by me, his family, or even the other boys. Niall loves hugs. My fingers start running through the hairs on the nape of his neck gently. “So how was the tour?  Did you have fun?”

“Always do, but this one will be memorable for sure. I got a little choked up when we played Sheffield.” This was their last tour before their big break they are taking sometime next year. With non-stop touring for five years, they decided it was time for a well-deserved break.

“I can imagine, but hey you guys deserve it for all you do. Besides, you aren’t leaving permanently.”

He yawns. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He rests his chin on the top of my stomach and looks up at me with tired eyes. The moonlight, however, makes them sparkle like diamonds. My finger gently caresses his sculpted cheek then he places a peck on my clothed stomach. Five minutes go by without any of us saying a single word, but who needed to when everything we said was right though our eyes. He finally sighs, breaking the silence. “You’re so beautiful.” My cheeks turn pink, and my raging heartbeat only grows. “It makes me want to kiss you again.”

“What are you waiting for then?” I whisper.

He sits up like he was waiting for my cue, then reconnects our lips. He’s so soft and sweet it’s like there’s an angel right in front of me. My eyes flutter closed as we are swept away by the moment. His hands are in my hair, mine in his. He sits up and pulls me onto his lap, my legs curled around his torso. My fingers grip the edge of my jersey and start to lift it up, but he stops me with a gentle, “Wait..” Our lips just slightly brushing, the feeling still lingering.

“Why did you stop us this time?” My voice is quiet.

“What do the rules say about falling in love?” He mumbles, not taking his eyes off me. “Cause’ I feel like I’ve broken another one.”

With a thumb tracing across his bottom lip, a wide grin spreads across my face, and the words I thought I would never be able to say tumble out in a whisper. “I love you, Niall.”

He smiles and laughs with joy. He entangles me in his strong arms, placing quick kisses all over my giggling face. The tempo starts as playful then changes to passionate when he lies me down on my back. He finally takes off that jersey and drops it next to the bed. When our bodies melt together again, it feels like I’m giving myself to him for the first time, only it’s out of love and not lust. He’s so caring with every touch and kiss as if I’m a porcelain doll that might break. I never wanted this moment to end, just him and I at our most vulnerable, finally together as one.

Climbing back under the sheets, he gathers me in his arms, face buried in the side of my neck. His breathing becomes slow, all this exhaustion catching up to him and myself when my eyes fall shut. Everything feels right in the world; I’m glad Niall is by my side and that when I wake up in the morning, he’ll be right there, holding me close like I had hoped for awhile now.

And finally, I get to be in love without all the restrictions.

Say You Love Me

Hey, so I wrote a lil’ UsUk oneshot. ^^ You can find it (and my other fanfics) on my Fanfiction account - AA Addict. Although, I did make that account when I was eleven meaning that most of its content is actual trash. I did a review of my first ever fanfic… I might post it here. I’m good at cringe reviews, but only when the cringe is my own cringe.

It’s 4,304 words, just to let ya know.


“Hey, Artie?”

“Hm?” 

“I love you.” 

“Likewise.” 

“…Aren’t you ever gonna say it back?” 

Arthur slumped down into his chair, head in hands. Alfred F. Jones, his American boyfriend, had just stormed out of the apartment after an argument, leaving it feeling rather large, empty, and quiet. 

It was an argument over the stupidest of things. Honestly, who cared if Arthur had never uttered the words ‘I love you’? 

Alfred did, apparently. And to an extent, so did Arthur. 

The first time Alfred had declared his love was five months ago, after four months of dating. They had just come back from dinner at a swish restaurant, and after a round of sweet sex Alfred had blurted it out – ‘I think I love you’. He’d blushed, laid his head on Arthur’s chest so that they weren’t maintaining eye contact, then said in a bit of a whisper, ‘Actually, I definitely love you’. Arthur remembered feeling like he was higher than Cloud Nine, a giddy sensation arising within him and his heart pounding a million beats per minute. He didn’t like to admit it, but he was fairly certain he had abandonment issues (probably due to his past relationships), and hearing Alfred proclaim his love had given him full assurance that Alfred was the one

At that point, Arthur definitely loved Alfred too. He was happiest when with him, not to mention he felt safe and secure, even when they were doing completely wild activities such as skydiving and bungee-jumping. However, he just couldn’t say it. The words got stuck in his throat every time he tried to say them, he choked on them, his lips refused to allow them to form. He wanted so badly to say it, but failed whenever he tried. And so he only said words akin to ‘likewise’ in response to Alfred’s frequent declarations of love. He felt terrible whenever he did so, for Alfred’s sunny disposition would always become slightly clouded, but what could he do? Alfred had seemed to understand, until now. 

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Creepypasta #1044: Spencer's Last Prank

Length: Long

My coworkers liked stupid pranks.

I worked in a shitty clothing store in the local mall. It’s the kind of place that hires high schoolers and, over the summer, college kids. It’s minimum wage, so our employers didn’t expect much. Honestly, they just hoped we didn’t come in drunk. Hell, if our eyes were a little red, they’d look the other way, if you know what I mean. 

Which is why the pranks continued for so long. It started out small. Jumping out from behind doors. Hiding in clothing racks. Prank calling the store on days off. It was funny and petty and stupid.

That’s the key word again – stupid.

It was my coworker, Spencer. He’s the reason the pranking eventually came to an end about six months ago. And the reason that I eventually quit my job.

See, none of us were exactly rocket scientists. Most of us were a little dumb for the sole fact that we were teenagers. But Spencer was dumber than the rest of us. I mean, that kid was a few eggs short of a dozen. Not college material and probably would never move away from our hometown. But we liked him just the same. He was good for a laugh.

But, God… he took it too far.

It happened on Tuesday. I was working from three to nine, which meant I was on closing duty. I mopped the storefront, cleaned the windows, took out the trash and threw the cardboard boxes from inventory into the cardboard compactor. I locked up and did a quick inventory check. Most importantly, I did it all by myself.

See, Spencer was supposed to be working with me. He was supposed to come in at noon and leave at eight. It’s not uncommon for someone to close alone, but usually there’s another person there for part of the evening. It makes finishing closing duties easier. I can’t take out the trash while I’m helping customers, you know.

He’d been there when I came in at two, but at some point he’d left without letting me know and without clocking out. I was pretty irritated – I wondered if maybe he was playing some kind of joke on me. Spencer wasn’t the type to think things through – he might very well have thought that abandoning me on the night shift would be hilarious.

I called Spencer but didn’t get an answer. I called my manager and let her know that Spencer had ducked out on me. I expected Spencer to return my call or at least text, but he didn’t. The next time I worked – two days later – I asked my manager, but she hadn’t heard from Spencer either.

Now, Spencer might not be the brightest bulb in the box, and yes, sometimes he forgets his schedule or messes up and doesn’t come in for a shift. But he isn’t the kind to just shirk his responsibilities. If he misses work, he accepts the blame for it and makes it up to his coworkers. He doesn’t make excuses and it doesn’t happen often. That’s why none of us employees really have a problem with him. So the fact that he was completely MIA left me a bit confused. If he’d left me there as a joke, he would have confessed to it by now. He wouldn’t have stopped coming in to work entirely.

I didn’t get worried until the next week when Spencer’s mother officially filed a Missing Persons report.

She came into the store to talk to the manager. I saw them disappear into the office – which is really just a cramped closet in the back room with a dusty old desktop computer – and could barely make myself focus until they came back out. Mrs. Damson – that is to say, Spencer’s mom – had tears in her eyes. I heard my manager, Kelly, assure her that they’d check the security footage. Then, Kelly asked me to come to the back office. She’d never done that before.

It turns out that I was the last person to see Spencer before he went missing.

At least, the last known person. His mother had seen him at the house before he went to work that Tuesday. He’d never come home. Spencer had been working with me and only me – Tuesdays are slow and Kelly had been busy along with the rest of the managers, so there’d been no manager present. The last time I remembered seeing Spencer was around four-thirty when he’d gone to use the employee restroom in the back. That’s the last anyone had heard of him.

I told Kelly what I remembered and she told me she was going to try to get her hands on the security footage. Most likely, Spencer had just high-tailed it with some of his buddies. Impromptu road trip or something, hell if I know. Kelly assured me over and over that the most likely scenario was that Spencer was completely fine and had just done something unexpected… unexpected and stupid, but then again, this was Spencer we were talking about. Stupid was implied.

I let that placate me for the most part, although I was still nervous the rest of the night. I managed to distract myself for most of the next day, playing video games with a few buddies. It wasn’t until mid-evening when I got a call from Kelly.

“Hey, Conner, can you come to my apartment? There’s… something I want to talk to you about.”

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Things I Would Do Differently if I Got Pregnant And Had Another Baby

Pregnancy:

1.) STAY ON MY MEDS. The moment I found out I was pregnant, I half-assedly weened off my anti-depressants and eventually became uber depressed and wanted to abort/die. Once I got back on the meds with the green light from my OB and psychiatrist, I was able to slowly climb out of that hell.

2.) Get on Zofran the moment I experience morning sickness I can’t tolerate. People will judge, but zofran played an extremely large role in treating the extreme morning sickness which indirectly helped treat the depression. Had I got on Zofran earlier, maybe the depression would have lasted a couple months instead of five.

3.) Eat healthier. My gestational diabetes was not caused by my food choices, but it was not helped by them either.

Baby:

1.) Do more skin-to-skin and nurturing in the hospital. After Syd was born, my legs were numb for 24 hours after and I had a catheter inside me the entire time. It made it difficult to do pretty much anything with her unless someone handed her to me.

2.) Realize the baby won’t break. To be honest, I was also too afraid to hold Sydney because I didn’t want to hurt her in some way.

3.) Not freak out so much about absolutely everything. Changing diapers, crying, when to nurse, etc. Instinct actually does go a long way.

4.) Embrace breastfeeding. With Sydney I wanted to stop after a month. If I knew then what I know now (that it would get easier and be one of the only times we get to bond intimately), I would have been a lot happier during that time. I am so glad I stuck with it! I am going to miss it.

5.) Worry less about SIDS. I was so paranoid about SIDS I literally thought my baby may die if I let her sleep in my arms. Like, I wish educational materials would do a better job explaining the difference between SIDS and suffocation. The odds of your baby dying in your arms are like almost nil unless you fall asleep and they somehow roll off you or get smothered by your body.

6.) Buy less stuff. Can’t tell you how much stuff we never used. 🙄

7.) Shed guilt. Life is too short to get bent out of shape with the dos and do nots of parenting. You do you. If your baby is loved, fed, clothed, bathed, and sheltered, you are already doing a good job.

8.) Go with the flow. A routine helps, but it’s also so much easier when you just listen to your baby’s cues. Not everything has to be planned and nothing is truly the end of the world. Trust me; you’ll learn to laugh at the moments your baby has a blow-out in public or spits-up on your new outfit or projectile vomits all over your face.

9.) Soak in the newborn phase. I’ll be honest, the newborn phase sucks ass. But all I really have to remember that time is pictures of Sydney. I was so zombiefied and scared every second of the day (not to mention suffering from the dreaded baby blues where I thought my life was over and I cried all the time) that I couldn’t enjoy Sydney as a newborn as much as I should have. I try to drum up memories of those moments and have a hard time. It seems like it happened years ago instead of a mere nine months.

10.) Be more confident in my ability to parent. I never told anyone this, but the second night in the hospital my husband had to leave me to stay with his other son. I remember crying with Sydney in my arms because I was so mad at him for leaving me and terrified I wouldn’t be able to take care of her by myself. I relied so much on the nurses that I couldn’t even change her diaper right. She was screaming so hard that the nurse had to come in, finish the job, and calm her down herself while I laid in bed. If I were alone now in that hospital, I know I would do a great job.

And here is the moment I ask myself why I even wrote this as I don’t want more kids. 😂😂😂

I’m Okay

Originally posted by wwhatfinn

Request: Can you write a Barry imagine where you work for a really corporate business place and you have to go to a business party for your boss and Barry is your best friend and just got out of the coma and surprises you at the party and everyone thinks he’s your boyfriend? And lots off fluff and maybe some spice?? Thank you so much!

Notes: So, my first fic after my trip! I was going to upload this last night/earlier today but unfortunately I got sick so I’ve just been in bed reading fics instead. Anyways, I did have Y/N and Barry end up together, but still as best friends, you know how it gets. Anyways, I hope you like it!

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anonymous asked:

Could I request a fic of bughead telling their parents Betty is pregnant? You can decide if their in high school still or not thanks 💖

Hey! Here you go! 


Teen Pregnancy Twist (Part Two)


“Are you sure you’re ready to do this, Jug?” Betty murmured. She was lying on her bed, facing the ceiling. Jughead was inches lower, one hand splayed over her bare stomach.

“Of course I’m ready,” He smirked, looking towards her. “Besides,” He said, changing the tone in his voice. “I won’t let Grandma and Grandpa Coop say anything bad towards my little bean, will I?” He cooed.

“Jug, I’m nervous!” Betty muttered, turning over onto her side.

Jughead scooted up on the bed so they were level with one another. “I know, Bets.” He placed a kiss on her forehead. “Everything will be okay, though. I promise.”

“I’m just gonna close my eyes for a couple minutes before we go tell them, okay?”

“Of course, Bets. Whatever you need.”



“Please don’t,” Betty murmured, gripping the sheets tighter.

Jughead stirred at the sound - they had both fallen asleep, for how long he wasn’t sure.

“No, no,” Betty muttered again. Her eyes were closed tight, her mouth down turned into a frown.

Jughead yawned and splayed his hand over Betty’s stomach.

“Bets, wake up,” He whispered, rubbing his thumb over the fabric of her shirt.

Betty whimpered in her sleep, her eyebrows knitting together in concern.

“Hey, baby, wake up,” Jughead said, slightly louder. He brushed the hair away from her face, hoping the contact would wake her.

Betty stirred, her eyes opening suddenly. “Jug?”

“You were having a bad dream,” He murmured. “It’s okay,” He cupped her chin and brought her closer for a kiss.

Betty wrapped her arm around Jughead’s torso. “I had a dream my parents made me give up the baby,” Betty murmured quietly.

“We won’t let that happen,” Jughead assured her, holding her tighter. He rubbed small circles across her back. “We’re going to be a family.” He placed a kiss against her forehead. “Are you ready to do this?”

Betty took a deep breath. “Yeah, let’s do it.”

Jughead smiled an slipped off the bed, taking Betty’s hand and helping her up. “I love you,” He murmured.

They padded out of Betty’s room and down the hall. Alice was in the kitchen, stirring pasta sauce. Hal was in the living room, reading a newspaper.

Jughead squeezed Betty’s hand for support.

“Mom, can you come in the living room? I need to talk to you about something.”

“It’s about time,” Alice muttered, placing the wooden spoon against the pot and wiping her hands on the apron around her waist.

She padded into the living room and sat next to Hal. “Well? How far along are you?” Alice asked, folding her hands in her lap. Hal folded his newspaper and placed it on the table next to him.

All the color drained from Betty’s face. “What? H-how did you…?”

“Well, Elizabeth, I’ve been pregnant three times, and one of my daughters was pregnant in my home, trying to hide her morning sickness from me just nine months ago. I know what it sounds like.”

Betty was at a loss for words. Jughead stood silently next to her, gripping her hand for support.

“So, do you have a plan?” Alice asked, her back pin-straight against the couch.

“Well, I just got a job at the gas station on Main Street.” Jughead said.

Betty nodded. “We want to be a family, Mom.”

Alice cleared her throat, then sighed. “I have no plans of sending you to the Sisters, Elizabeth. Look how well that worked out for the Cooper women in the past. I want you to know how difficult this is going to be, though. You’ll have to go to school pregnant, you’ll have to figure out how to go to classes and balance a newborn. This is going to be very difficult for both of you.”

Betty nodded.

“When the baby’s born, the two of you can move into the basement. It’s bigger, you can set up a nursery.”

“Thank you,” Betty murmured, smiling at her parents. She turned toward Jughead. “We’re going to be a family,” She murmured.

Please Be Happy

Hi can I request an angst were suho of exo cheated on his gf(which is the reader) and he try to make it up but in the end she will leave him for another / sorry if you didn’t understand .. I’m not good at explaining and also if your under pressure its OK you can cancel my request … Plus your writing is amazing .. I hope you’ll stay healthy and happy forever 💗”

Requested by: anon

Type: angsty

A/N: I’m sorry if there’s any misspelled (or mistakes) words

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Originally posted by kyungsuhos

-GIF isn’t mine- can we talk about how good looking he is????????


You were casually going around the street with your friends. You didn’t have a casual day in such a long time and you were finally able to enjoy it. You had decided to hang out with your friends since your boyfriend was busy with work. 

You had decided to stop by a small café just to relax and enjoy the cool weather.

“This café is amazing. It opened a few months ago and I love it” Soomin giggles, sitting down at a table.

It has been an hour since you had been there with your friends. You were talking about everything and nothing. This is what you loved whenever you were hanging out with them. You didn’t need to have a meaningful conversation to have fun.

You started to be a bit distracted, your mind started to wonder. You were actually thinking about Junmyeon. You didn’t receive any texts from him for the last five hours. 

Usually he would’ve texted you by now. Whether it was about how was practice or when he’ll be home. 

You decided to send him a quick text to make sure everything was going well.

What you didn’t pay attention to was the little ‘ding’ you heard a few seconds after your text was delivered. 

You were to focused on what you had to do once you were home that your mind didn’t care about this little yet important detail.

What made you react was the other ding you heard when you had sent another text. 

This was just a coincidence - it had to be. No way he would’ve gone out without letting you know. You trusted him which is why you really decided to pay attention to what your friends were talking about.

You started to look around the little café. Your eyes found this couple. You gently smiled. It reminded you of your relationship.

“Oh my god, Y/N look! This dude looks exactly like your boyfriend?” one of your friend suddenly whispers. 

You didn’t answer, you simply frowned. 

How could she know how your boyfriend would look like? She didn’t spend time with him. The only moments she met him was at the little gatherings you organized a couple of months ago. 

You looked at the guy she was talking about. Only to found out that she was actually talking about the guy from the couple you were kind of observing for the last five minutes.

Well, she was right, this guy did look like your boyfriend. But you were ninety-nine percent sure that this wasn’t him.

Out of curiosity, you decided to text him asking if he was having dinner with you tonight. You pressed send and looked back at the same man. 

‘ding’

“That’s weird” you whisper. “What?” the same friend asks, frowning.

“It’s just- I don’t know.. I sent a text to Junmyeon and this guy received a text a few seconds later” you quietly explain.

“It could be him” she casually answers.

You decided to call him. You needed to make sure it wasn’t him. Especially when this guy was on a date with his girlfriend.

His ringtone. You were hearing his ringtone.

“Hello” you hear him say through the phone.

You opened your mouth. What should you say? Should you act as if nothing happened? Should you speak as if you didn’t see him sitting at the same café as you with this girl?

You quickly hung up. 

“Who was it?” you hear the girl ask your boyfriend.

“Probably a fake number” you see him shrug.

You knew he was lying, he had set a different ringtone for you. 

You quickly picked up your things, you couldn’t stay there. You couldn’t just watch your so called boyfriend, interact with another woman. 

You started to think about it, maybe he wasn’t cheating on you? Maybe they were friends?

Obviously, a few seconds later you saw them kiss. You clearly couldn’t believe it.

He was definitely cheating on you. This was what made you realize that you needed to leave as soon as possible. 

Your friends started to ask you too many questions. They were pretty loud which made Junmyeon looked into your direction.

You eyes met for one second. But you didn’t wait longer, you simply left as fast as you could. 

You couldn’t deal with this right now. How could he do that? Why would he do that to you? To your relationship?

You didn’t deserve this? You were sure that you didn’t. You were a good girlfriend, always taking care of him. 

Was she the woman he was going to whenever he was tired? Was she the woman he was staying with whenever he was at “work”? Was she the woman he was staying with whenever he was “too tired to come over”?

You looked down at your phone - fifteen texts and three missed called from him. Plus a couple of texts from your friends. They were probably wondering what was going on.

You put your phone in your bag deciding to forget everything. You wanted to go home as quick as possible. You needed to. You couldn’t stay outside knowing your boyfriend was cheating on you. 


You were now on your way home. You had relaxed a little bit. You started to rethink about everything. The small details, what could’ve helped you discover this sooner.

Why would he go out, in the public eye, with a girl who clearly wasn’t his girlfriend? Was he this stupid?

If you were even thinking about cheating on your boyfriend, you would definitely keep it low and private. 


You’ve been home for the past three hours. You didn’t do much other than packing his things. You didn’t even want to hear him out, you had seen too much and you clearly didn’t need any explanation. He was cheating on you end of story.

It didn’t take you long to pack all of his belongings. You weren’t living together so the only things he had left at your place was some clothes and a couple of products.

“Why didn’t you answer your phone???” you suddenly hear him ask.

What was he doing here?? You were sure you had locked the door from the inside, no one could come in even though they had the code.

“What are you even doing here?” you ask, in a deep and dangerous voice.

“I was so worried about you. I thought something had happened to you” he explains, walking towards you.

“I’m fine. You leave now and take whatever belongs to you right now” you quickly say.

“No, we need to talk about this” he quietly says.

“Talk about what? About you lying and cheating on me? About you being stupid enough to actually go out with this girl who you’ve been cheating me on? Junmyeon, I thought, I thought we were good. I thought our relationship was strong, healthy and without any actual problems. If you didn’t feel happy or something, you should’ve told me. We could’ve talked about it!” you start to explain.

“What happened there. This is- this was stupid. You are so stupid. If you were cheating on me, you could’ve as least made it in the right way. Not going around with this random girl! This is painful, Junmyeon. I didn’t expect you to do this. I thought you weren’t this type of man but I guess I was wrong. So please, leave! I don’t need any of your explanations. I know enough, please delete my number, delete everything related to me. Because this is what I’m going to do. Goodbye Junmyeon” you say, giving him his belongings and pushing him outside of your place before closing and locking your front door.


“Junmyeon please stop calling me. It’s been months now, why are you still trying to win me back. You know this is over” you tiredly explain, rolling you eyes.

“But I’m sorry. This was a huge mistake. I broke up with her, I want our relationship to be like it used to be” he explains.

“Goodbye Junmyeon” you say, hanging up.

You placed your phone on your coffee table before snuggling back to your current boyfriend. You had been together for the past four months and you were more than happy about it. 

It has been eight months since the last incident happened. Junmyeon kept calling and texting you. You had tried to block him but this wasn’t changing anything. He was using his friends’ numbers to contact you. 

“Do you want me to talk to him?” your boyfriend suddenly asks.

“What? No” you chuckle. “I know him, no one can change his mind. I just don’t know why he keeps thinking that ‘we’ are still a thing” you roll your eyes.


“Are you serious?” you laugh, walking down the street.

“What? Don’t I look serious?” your boyfriend, Jaehyun, smirks. 

“But this doesn’t even sound possible” you giggle, looking back at him.

He looked back at you before laughing. He had the cutest laugh ever. 

You were currently walking to a small restaurant you had discovered a few weeks ago with one of your coworkers. 

“I cannot wait for you to try this little restaurant. It’s so good I swear you’re going to love it” you smile, looking back at Jaehyun.


He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what was the best solution to win you back. What could he do to make you come back.

He had decided to go for a walk. He didn’t want to stay at home by himself. All of his members were out so he didn’t want to feel lonely. 

It was around one in the afternoon, Junmyeon didn’t have anything for lunch, he didn’t really care. He didn’t have a regular meal in months. 

The only thing he cared about was you. You were always on his mind, no matter what. He didn’t realize how stupid he was to actually cheat on you. To him, you were the most amazing woman to ever exist. 

You were always there for him, no matter what. When he was sick, when he was happy, when he was tired, when he was sad. No matter how busy you were, you would always be there for him.

“I cannot wait for you to try this little restaurant. It’s so good I swear you’re going to love it” he suddenly hear the voice he was willing to hear for the past few months.  

He looked on his left, where he the voice came from and he saw you which made him smile.

A genuine smile, he had missed you. You looked so good, as always. You looked happy as well. 

He then took a few seconds to look at the person who was walking right next to you.

This is when he understood how you felt a few months ago. This is when he knew how stupid he was at the time. This is when he understood how much he had hurt you even though he had promised many times not to. 

His eyes followed you and your boyfriend. The way you interacted together, you looked like a young and innocent couple. 

He looked back at you, you were still smiling. He was happy to see you happy. He hated the fact that he wasn’t the reason behind your beautiful smile. 

He started to walk away, he didn’t want you to see him. He actually wanted you to keep this smile forever, no matter what.

Junmyeon had loved you. It would be a lie to say that he never did. 

The first time he saw you, he knew he had to talk to you. You looked so beautiful, smart, funny and kind. Everything he was looking for in a girl. 

Junmyeon had loved you and he had took you for granted. He had took your love for granted and broke his promise. Broke your love, your heart and everything you had.


“I’m so hungry” Jaehyun says, sitting down in front of you.

“Me too!!” you excitedly say, smiling. 

“I think you have a text” Jaehyun nods his head towards your phone which was placed on the table.

You had loved Junmyeon, it wasn’t something you could deny. 

You had loved him with everything you had. But he broke you, broke you heart and everything you had. 

But because you had loved him with everything you had, you heart forgave him.

And so did you. 


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