I had this overwhelming feeling like something was not okay with you.
We don’t talk anymore though, so I couldn’t call. I just had to sit and hope that you were going to be okay the next time I saw you.
“God,” says Lance with a laugh, leaning further back into the sofa, “Do you remember the first time Hunk corrected Iverson in class?”
Hunk smiles a little proudly, and Pidge bounces in her seat, pointing at Lance with a gasp. Keith is silent, but watches them fondly as they chatter, unconsciously finding himself paying more attention to Lance’s toothy smile and slightly tussled hair than the topic in question.
“Yes!” Pidge hisses, “Quiznak, I can’t believe I forgot about that! Hands down the best day of my life.”
Keith smiles from where he’s sitting, crosslegged and barefoot for once on the couch next to Pidge, chin resting on his propped up hand as he listens to the others reminisce about the Garrison. He doesn’t remember much from his days there; mostly because a great deal of it was monotonous, but he does remember the incident in question.
What would the guys do if they hear their crush say "me? who would like someone like me?" because they can't believe anyone would like them
Aw nonnie this is a sad/cute one. I hope this is alright!
- Noctis would be able to tell you were feeling a little glum,
and when you had a few precious moments alone, he’d ask you what was wrong. - You would try and brush it off at first, it’s not like you want to burden him
with something like that… - But this would just make the prince feel a bit useless, he’d really
want you to confide in him. - You’d take a big sigh, and finally tell him. You feel lonely. You feel like a
bit of a spare part. Everyone was settling down, even Noctis had his marriage
to Luna. But you were just left on your own, as always. - “Hey, don’t be so stupid.” - Stupid? This would anger you, you
just confided in him like he asked and he calls you stupid? - Noct would see how irate you were getting, and instantly feel bad. - “Wait, that’s not what I meant!” And it honestly wasn’t. When will this
boy learn to deal with his feelings and say the right thing? - “Sorry that I’m bothering you with
my stupidity Noctis.” - “Look, that isn’t what I meant by it!” - He panics that he’s really
screwed this up. - “Sure! I’m just whittling away for nothing!” - “Well, yeah because-” - “I should just get used to it.” - “What?” - “I mean, who would ever like me?” - “I would!” - There would be silence as you digest what Noctis had just said. - “You…? But what about Luna?” - Okay, now his heart is racing. - “We are friends, good friends, but this arranged marriage… It isn’t for me.
Look, I’ve been trying to tell you… I, well, like you.” - His eyes sink to the floor and he plays with his arm band nervously. Now it’s
calmed down he is self-conscious and can’t believe he just blurted that out… - You’re stunned. Noctis… liked you? - He finally looks at you, unnerved by your silence - Damn, have I really over
stepped the mark this time? - “Noct… you like me?” - You can see little splashes of red colour his cheeks as he answers. - “Y-yeah I do… is that okay?”
- Prompto would be heading towards the tent one night, after you
had disappeared for a while. He was starting to get worried as to where you
were! - As he gets closer to the tent, he can hear your voice… He doesn’t
want to intrude if you were on the phone. Though, it didn’t seem like you were… - He listens for a bit. He knows he
shouldn’t, but he just can’t help it. There was just something in the tone of
your voice that made him stay, a little twinge of something like… sadness? - “I’m not like Cindy, or Aranea, I’m just…not.” - They are definitely talking to
themselves. He realised. - And then you said it. - “But really… me? Who could ever like someone like me?” - It’s almost like you could hear
Prompto’s heart crack. - No. No no no no. - He recognises the pain in your voice, he understands the self-doubt, he knows it all too well. - Before he could stop himself or even think about what he was
doing, he’d push open the tent flap and take you in his arms. - There are tears pooling in his own eyes. - “You should never, never have to
feel that way. Not you. Not someone like you.” - It’s hard to hear him as his voice is muffled, his face buried in your neck.
His grip is tight, and he can’t even think about how forward this might be
because he just hasto make sure you know you’re loved. - “I like you, I like you, I like you.” He can’t say it enough. - His words warm your heart. - You both sit like that for a while, just holding each other until the tears
stop. - He pulls away, and gently whispers; “It’s you. It has been for a while now. I
really like you.” - You can hardly believe your ears. - Still holding you, he looks you in your eyes still wet with tears, now
smiling a little sheepishly. - “So… what do you say?”
- Prompto would be chatting away about Cindy, as usual,
and you would roll your eyes. - “Tch, she’s pretty lucky.” - Gladio would hear your mumbling, and fall behind the other three to walk with
you instead. - “Hey, what’s that?” He’d ask, friendly as always. - “Well, it’s lucky Cindy has someone to feel that way about her.” - Gladio would raise his eyebrows in surprise and a little in
doubt as well. - “I’m not so sure she sees it that way.” - “I guess, but at least she knows she’s wanted.” - By now the other three guys are just a blip in the distance,
walking back to the regalia. - “What do you mean by that?” - “Well, just that I’d love to be in her shoes. It’s not like
anyone will ever feel that way about me.” - Did they really just say
that? - Suddenly his strong arm juts out in front of you, preventing
you from walking any further. - You look at Gladio in shock, to see that his jaw looks clenched and he looks
kind of… angry. - “Gladio…?” - “Is that what you truly think?” - You nod, unable to do more and he finally looks at you. - “Then, you don’t realise how crazy I am about you.” - Your heart skips a beat at his words. - “H-huh?” - He retracts his arm now, standing up to face you. - “Why else do you think I always let you fall asleep on me in the car? Because
I love the way you feel in my arms. Or when I always ask you for help setting
up camp, it’s because I really enjoy your company.” - He would stand in front of you now, the familiar smile you
know and love back. - “Honestly, these past few weeks you’ve been driving me crazy, and then you
say no one would feel like that about you?” - He shook his head, his shaggy hair falling into his eyes. - “Well, I’m telling you now, I do. You don’t have to like it, I’ll understand if you don’t and I’ll
speak no more of it. I promise.” - He tilts his head, fully smiling now at your astounded
expression. - “Well… are you alright with that?”
- Ignis had noticed you’ve been seeming down lately, choosing to
sit in the tent early or sitting in the back of the car in your own world. - It really starts to concern him, he can’t fathom why you’re feeling this way. - One night he brings you your food to the tent, seeing if you’re okay. - You thank him a little despondently, so he sits down next to
you and asks if you want to share what has been bothering you. - Looking into those kind green eyes it’s hard not to start talking about what’s wrong. You knew Iggy was a great
listener. - So you opened up a little to him. - “I’ve been watching the others get closer to people lately, Prompto with
Cindy, Noctis with Luna for example…” - “What about it is bothering you?” - “I don’t know. I guess it just sucks being on your own.” - “Come now, you’ll meet someone who is just right for yourself.” - He knows it’s true, even if it’s not with him. Though that
thought hurts him more than he’d care to admit. - You throw Iggy an incredulous look. - “What? It’s true. You’ll find someone you really like.” - Oh if only he knew. - “That’s not the problem. The
problem is them liking me. I mean, who the hell would fall for
someone like me?” - Suddenly Iggy’s eyes tighten, and he re-adjusts his glasses. - He seems… annoyed? - “Please, do not put yourself down like that. You’re a
wonderful person.” - Huuuuge eyeroll from you. - “Uh huh, sure.” - Here comes the generic ‘you’ll
get there eventually’ chat. - “I mean it.” - “Really?” - He’s persistent. - “Yes, you’re funny, gorgeous, intelligent… anyone would be
lucky to call you their partner.” - Well… that you weren’t expecting. - The fidgeting with his glasses is progressively getting worse,
which is unlike Iggy. - “Why are you saying all of this…?” - “Because I…” He has to take a deep breath here! - “I see you that way. And would
definitely feel lucky to call you mine.” - Your heart stops, you can’t believe what you just heard. And
he’s looking up at you through those lovely long lashes, and you know he’s
being serious. - Oh my. - “Iggy…?” - “I’m sorry if this seems sudden, but please… I have to know
how you feel about me.” His green eyes are gazing at yours. - Oh my.
*shrugs* maybe people point out OP is a terf/terf-supporter because it can change the context (or rather, make it more clear) of the post, or maybe some people just really don’t want to interact with someone who supports people who are actively against them/hate them for who they are and I mean you can think whatever you want about that but dismissing them as childish/derailing is kinda naive
First off, a little context. You can skip this if you want.
So Chris from GetLazy recently posted a few very interesting pictures he had taken from the design documents that were made around 2001. Some of you might have already seen this, but since I assume that not everyone here on tumblr is active on GetLazy (me neither honestly) I decided to make a post about it for everyone to see. So as the title might suggest, the documents hold quite a bit of information about LazyTown prior to the TV series. Unfortunately however, we can’t see the whole thing. He was only able to make a few blurry and shaky pictures, but, trust me, it’s still worth reading.
I also decided to make a few notes in case it’s too hard for you to see or if you’re too lazy to read it yourself or whatever. If you can catch more information than I wrote down feel free to add. I also left out information that is already common knowledge.
For this one, I didn’t make notes but I will quote directly from what Chris remembers reading, as it is much more informative. But I will still post the pictures.
So, as an abandoned and unnamed child, Sportacus worked in mines under a
man named Mr. Kicker. Since none of the kids in the mines had names,
Kicker referred to the kids by numbers.. Sportacus being number 10.
There wasn’t much fun to be had under the mines, so the kids spent a lot
of time learning lots of different kinds of sports. At some point
during mining, number 10 accidentally found a strange crystal that shone
whenever someone was being hurt, and he kept it. After years of abuse,
number 10 finally decided to revolt. In secret, he built a hot air
balloon powered by pedals and one day, he flew it out of the mountain,
taking some kids with him. Soon after, he came back and dropped down a
ladder and started rescuing other kids. He eventually rescued all of the
kids from Mr. Kicker, and was even able to take Kicker’s spyglass from
him before leaving the mines forever. Also, the mustache comes from
rubbing his face with coaly hands.
- “his mother is a very busy nutritionalist” - his parents love him immensly - but they are not very strict with what he eats - I think it might be because his mother didn’t have candy when she was young and doesn’t want to take it from him as well
- forgetful and easily distracted - which “should not be confused with stupidity” - makes sure everyone feels included - from a very warm and loving family - her father is an elementary scool teacher and her mother an ornithologist - “they are frugal but not cheap”
Stingy/Nenni (Honestly I couldn’t find much new information here, but you can look at it yourself of course)
- demands and sues money from everyone - “lives in the biggest, most decadent villa in LazyTown” - “Mr. Spoilero”
- “he may seem stupid, but” - saves the day when Sportacus isn’t there - “a hero who has no interest in being one” - lives with his mother in a very narrow building - his room is dirty and messy
- “She is completely uninterested in her outward appearance” - new in town - “her family has moved quite a lot” - lives in a trailer - parents work very hard so they can buy a house - which is why she has to fend for herself most of the time - has two older brothers - they’re not very nice to her from what I can tell - “her best friends are her books”
Pixel/PC/Goggi (this text is hard to figure out I’m sorry)
- his parents own the local TV and radio shop and are also very busy - “… monitor instead of his own mother” - “Crying violently whenever…” - communicates with his parents through the intercom or e-mail - “…his inability to speak normally”
- “would challenge anyone who said a bad word about her” (just curious who “her” is) - his father was a prominent politician and his mother a compulsive gambler - has younger siblings - went to a private school - was very active in both the drama and chess club - was kicked out of chess club for cheating in the championship - not sure but I think it says that he stole his catsuit from a play in drama club, ran off with it and disappeared for years - when he returned he has become a skilled con-artist
- good friends with the mayor - they’re compared to Laurel & Hardy and their friendship dates back to high school - which is literally the only reason he is employed as a police officer - doesn’t have his own home but instead stays in his office in case something happens at night - the kids call him “Officer OB” and he thinks it’s fucking disrespectful - is the youngest of nine (!) brothers who ALL joined the “SFLC, Special Forces for the Leader of Country” except him - he tried to join 18 times but was never accepted - good at sports though - caught Robbie cheating in the chess championship
- really doesn’t like Sportacus - silently helps Robbie but doesn’t want to make it known - has sisters or something - used to take pride in waking up every morning until he discovered that being lazy is much more fun - left the farm he used to reside to find the laziest place on earth so he could be lazy in peace - is now the laziest inhabitant of all LazyTown
Alright, sorry for the long post but I felt like this was very necessary for all of you to know!!
This will sound very stupid. I see a lot of people on Tumblr who has OCs and they're pretty cool. All of them are artists and draw then there's a little text that explains about how they are. Now I can't draw and I don't write. But I really wanna make an OC but I feel like it's easier to draw them first and then write the characters story. How do you write/draw your OCs? How hard is it? U think I should just go for it and write whatever? Honestly I'm not really sure what I'm even asking here.
It’s not stupid, don’t worry! I think everyone has their own way of creating characters; some like me start with a drawing and then come up with everything else, because appearances usually really inspire for a story; some has a clear story in their mind, but haven’t yet figured the appearance. I know people who only have description in their head, but search for artists and writers to help embody their character.
Whenever I draw someone random it’s always quite easy for me to find out what they do and how they are. Since it’s YOUR characters, you can go with it however you like! Even a messy not quite there doodle can help a lot, or a crappy no beta test writing. Definitely go for it!! Don’t stress too much, creating OCs should be fun and stressless experience. They don’t even have to go with a full figured story!
Request: can u make one where Peter breaks up with the reader before he got his powers bc everyone told him the reader was too good for him and know that he’s got the powers he feels like his life would be perfect if only he was still with you so he seduces you with his powers
Softly whispering to himself words of encouragement, Peter looks at you, walking down the street with your earbuds in. He knows that what he is about to do isn’t perfect -you are probably going to be mad when you discover it is him, but he doesn’t know what do to apart from this. He finally jumps off the building, quickly taking you in his arms as the webs support him and carry him through the city. He can hear your screams -he had given you no warning after all. Sliding through the buildings and trying to decide which rooftop to land in, he makes sure not to let go of you as you slowly calm down. He finally puts you down on top of a building, making sure not to unwrap the arm around your waist until you are finally standing on your own. He smiles through his mask at the way you have reacted. He looks at you, expecting you to be smiling at meeting the masked superhero. ‘’What the hell were you thinking?’’ you shout, to his surprise. ‘’You think that just because you are a superhero you can do whatever you want? Are you crazy?’’ He doesn’t know what to say and starts stuttering. ‘’You could have killed me!’’ you scream. ‘’I didn’t ask you to take me in your arms as if I were a damsel in mistress! Who do you think you are?’’ ‘’I…’’ he starts. ‘’I thought you would enjoy it. I have been watching you for afar and I just thought you were really pretty’’ he mutters. ‘’Well, thank you!’’ you shout, but he can tell you have calmed down, your cheeks red. ‘’That still gives you no right to do what you have done. And I could have a boyfriend, howsoever!’’ Peter is taken back from that and takes a step back, looking at you through his mask. ‘’Do you… Do you have a boyfriend?’’ he asks. ‘’No! Yes! I don’t know!’’ you scream, tugging at your hair. ‘’It’s complicated. He broke up with me for no reason.’’ He can tell you are hurt and walks up to you, hugging you. You put your head in his chest, breathing slowly. ‘’I’m sorry I grabbed you’’ he whispers, his lips pressed against your head. ‘’I’m also sorry that I broke up with you.’’ That makes you quickly move away from him, looking at him with wide eyes. ‘’Peter?’’ you ask softly. He takes off his mask and runs his hand through his hair, raising his head slowly, afraid to look at you. ‘’I’m sorry I broke up with you’’ he says loud this time. ‘’Everyone at school kept saying how you were too good for me and I believed it, so I broke up with you; but then the craziest thing happened and I met the Avengers and I became friends with Tony Stark and… I don’t know. I suddenly grew more confident and I thought that having you by my side would be amazing. Mr. Stark told me that I should impress you with my powers, so that’s what I tried to do, but I didn’t really think it through.’’ You look at him in awe, trying to comprehend the situation. ‘’I can’t believe how stupid you are’’ you say, surprising Peter. ‘’I told you everyday that I loved you, yet you still decided to believe the people who told you you weren’t good enough? You are stupid, Peter Benjamin Parker’’ you say before walking up to him, kissing him softly. The kiss only lasts a second, but Peter can already feel himself smiling. ‘’Does this mean I’m forgiven?’’ he asks, his forehead against yours. ‘’I guess so, asshole’’ you answer, laughing before pressing another kiss on the tip of his nose.
nico and will taking a two-week trip the summer before college, because “seriously, will, this is your last chance to have fun before you die in pre med”
they buy a truck that looks like it’s gonna break down before they leave long island, but with a little help from leo (under careful supervision) it should be good for a few weeks
will keeps panicking a week in advance, what if the car breaks down, what if they get in an accident, what if monsters attack
nico’s getting sick of it
“for gods’ sake, solace, it’s almost like you never had any spontaneous fun in your life and i know you have i mean seriously last night was awesome”
will tries to pack too much despite of nico’s insistence that “only the things you can fit in one duffel bag, will, everything else is unnecessary”
“but i can’t fit the first aid kit in here nico”
“fine we’ll take that but you can leave the bluetooth speaker leo already fixed the radio”
and then they’re off, and thirty minutes on the road nico is laughing because he feels so free
driving on an open road, windows down and the radio blasting cheesy road trip songs, and nico is wearing one of will’s flannels bc that guy just has so many
and will’s grinning like crazy, bc this is awesome and they have no destination, just the road and enough gas money for a few weeks and a worn out tent as a last minute option for a road side motel
by the end of the first week they have pretty much decided they’re not going to college at all
“i could live like this, will. i could grow old on the road, sleeping under the open sky”
“that’s not the sky, nico, that’s the ceiling. and you’re going to college with me because there’s no way i’m moving to the dorms, and i need someone to share the rent with”
“is this you asking me to move in with you? ever the romantic, solace”
and truth is, nico is actually a terrible driver, so will does most of the driving unless there are no other drivers in sight
nico doesn’t mind that much, bc then he can focus on making the corniest playlists for them and reading a map that’s terribly outdated and still lack the newest highways
they end up in a tiny town somewhere in arizona and they have no idea how bc the last time they checked they were camping in a national forest in colorado???
but the people are nice and make some really good apple pies, and they end up spending a few days bc will wants to learn the recipe
when they leave the town they have so much apples with them that nico has half a mind to throw them at will’s stupid grinning face
(he kisses him instead)
the first monster attacks them when they are already in tennessee on their way back
it’s stupid, really; they should have known better that to take in a hitchhiker in the middle of no where
of course it ends up being a freaking cyclops
but all’s well that ends well, and only a little bandages and a sip of unicorn draught is needed
“and a kiss, nico, i need a kiss to make me feel better”
“you’re not even the one with a bleeding clash in their arm, will”
they spend their last night on the road parked on a hill in maryland, lying in the back of the truck under a dozen blankets and watching the stars
and it’s so freaking romantic that even nico can’t deny it, and if they end up cuddling and making out he definitely blames the scenery
and sweet home alabama is playing faintly on the radio and they both smell like sweat bc they haven’t had a shower in two days and there are soda stains on will’s shirt but nico thinks it’s absolutely perfect
Heyy, I finally had time to write again. I know I have a lot of requests to do but I feel like I have to get my ideas out there right now, I’m sorry. I hope you like this though. Thank you for reading.xxx
She was proud of him.
She really was.
Of course she was, how could she not?
Harry was doing everything he always dreamed of doing and what he did was the most amazing thing ever. He filmed a movie, recorded an entire album and now his face is printed on countless magazines.
She knew he would do good but she could have never prepared for what was happening now. He was jetting between America and London, with a short stop in Paris. He was busy having meetings to figure out his next plans, especially the tour that would take him all over the world. And then there were the interviews…
Those were probably the worst for Y/N right now but not because he had to leave early in the morning to attend them on time, no. It were the questions he’s been asked.
She knew the questions would be different now because he was solo now and doing everything on his own without three boys by his side that caught the attention of the interviewer as well. But she never thought that the main topic of every interview would be his love life.
He talked about his first girlfriend ever, then Taylor Swift, then Kendall Jenner and then he wrote a song about a girl he met one goddamn time and apparently her name was Townes.
She was okay with all that before, she knew he’s been with other women before her but somehow she couldn’t help but be upset.
Harry and her were dating for a year now. A year which she thought was a happy, joyful and fun year in which they learned to love and cherish each other.
But apparently she didn’t matter to him all that much.
He didn’t talk about her even once. Not when the question came up how he’s doing privately. Not when he’s been asked who supported him while working so hard. Not when he’s been asked what the inspiration for his songs was.
And that was probably the worst. He wrote nothing about her, not a single line. There was a song about how empty and heartbroken he felt when Taylor and him broke up, there was a song about how good that stranger felt and there was a song about whoever was his only angel, it wasn’t Y/N for sure.
And even though she knew it was silly to be upset about something like that she couldn’t help it. The words he once said to her when she asked how he wrote songs kept replaying in her head.
“S'different every time. But I always write about people I love or times which been very important to me.
And every time she remembered his words she felt a pang to her heart.
He told her he loved her so many times and she knew he did, she was 100 % sure he did. And she also wasn’t worried about him cheating or whatever, she knew she was the only one for Harry. She was just maybe a tad bit jealous and sad. It was his decision what he wanted to weite about, of course, and he wasn’t obligated to write about her just because she’s his girlfriend but… it would have been nice.
Harry just got home and even though she missed him and just wanted to jump into his arms when she saw him looking all soft in that plain white shirt that was see through from the hundred times it’s been washed, she resisted. She got the last little push she needed earlier when she read comments online and everyone was talking about who and what the lyrics to his songs were about. No one believed it was about her.
“Hello, angel.” he greeted her and kissed first her forehead and then her cheek softly.
She responded with a humorless laugh and turned her face away from him to look at the ground. Angel. Ironic.
“You okay?” Harry asked her and lifted her chin to make her look at him.
“Great. Absolutely perfect.” she smiled so fake at him that anyone from afar could have seen that she was not in a good mood.
“Love, what’s going on? I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me.” he sighed impatiently.
“You can’t fix it anyway, it’s too late now.” she spat.
Harry took a step back from her when the coldness of her voice hit him. His eyes widened with shock and his mouth opened slightly.
“Did I do something?”
“Oh, no.” she waved him off.
“And that’s exactly the problem.” she interrupted him.
“What?” he asked confused.
His eyes had a bewildered look to them, flicking over her face and never knowing where to look.
“Did I forget something? It’s not your birthday and it’s also not our anniversary.”
“You forgot me.”
“What? Love, I have no idea what’s going on right now.” he almost cried out.
“Am I important to you?” she asked.
“Of course you are. You’re the most important person on this whole earth to me, baby.”
“Then why don’t you acknowledge me?”
“What? I do acknowledge you.”
“All the time.”
“No you don’t. When did you acknowledge me during your interview with the Rolling Stone Magazine? Most certainly not when you told them that you remember what your first girlfriend smelled like and how much you loved her. And also not when you told them how the main inspiration behind your album was Kendall Jenner. Oh, and your songs? I don’t think I broke your heart and your just a ghost now and I also don’t think my name is Townes!”
Harry’s eyes widened with shock by every word she spoke.
“Y-You’re jealous?” he asked, his voice shaky and filled with panic.
“I’m not jealous! I’m hurt!”
Harry squeezed his eyes shut when realization hit him. He didn’t realize what he had done before. He wasn’t forgetting her in any of this, he thought about her every second of every day and it was never his intention to hurt her.
“I never meant to hurt you.” he whispered and tried to reach out to grab her hand but she ripped it away from him immediately.
“Well, you did. You made me question everything, Harry. I even wondered if you feel the same way about me that I do about you.”
“Of course I do! You know that I love you. I love you more than you could ever imagine.”
“Doesn’t feel like it right now, if I’m being honest.”
The pain that her words caused almost made him cry. He never ever wanted to make her doubt the love he had for her.
The truth was he didn’t know why he did it. He made it his mission from day one to keep her away from the media as much as he could. He wanted her to feel safe and comfortable around him and not worry about the options of others or what’s being said about her. He assumed he did a very good job until now and he never thought it would get to be an issue.
He wanted to keep their relationship private. Obviously, everyone knew they were together but he wanted to keep the rest away from the public eye. What they had was between the two of them and no one else.
“Love, you know how I am when it comes to you. I want to protect you from all the stuff that could happen. Don’t want anyone to talk badly about you.”
“You know what’s probably being said about me right now? That you don’t care about me, that I don’t matter.”
“But you do! I care about you so much, that’s why I try to keep you away from all that shit!”
“I get that you want to protect me but do you know how much it hurts to hear you talking about all your ex-girlfriends and how much they mean to you while you don’t talk about your current girlfriend of one year even once?”
“Love.” he sighed and grabbed her hand with a tight grip so she wouldn’t be able to remove it.
“They don’t mean anything to me anymore. Not since the second I laid my eyes on you. I’ll admit that I wrote songs about them because somehow that gives me the closure I need. And yes I’ve talked about them in interviews because I couldn’t escape, if I hadn’t said anything it would have been worse.”
Her shoulders slumped then, her eyes diverting to the floor. He was right. Of course he was. She knew from the beginning on that it was silly to be upset about all that but she couldn’t help it. She always had trouble when his past relationships were brought up. All the girls he dated were gorgeous and amazing and she couldn’t help but get insecure when she compared herself to them.
“I’m sorry.” she whispered so lowly he almost didn’t catch it.
He squeezed her hand to make her look at him and when she did he cupped her cheek gently.
“There’s nothing for you to be sorry for, alright? I should be the one apologizing, I made you doubt our relationship.”
She shook her head before she wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, burring her face in his neck. His arms went around her shoulders, clasping her sides with his hands.
“I love you, darling. Never want you to forget that.”
“I never forgot that. Just wondered for a little.”
“Don’t want you to wonder either. My love for you should be a constant in your life.”
She pulled back a little so she could look up at him.
“And it is. I was just being stupid.”
“Feeling hurt is never stupid. I was being a proper dick for not acknowledging you.”
“You weren’t. I know why you didn’t and I appreciate it.”
“Should have told them how perfect my girl is though.”
She smiled up at him and Harry swore he felt his heart skip a beat at the sight. He leaned down to press a soft kiss against her forehead, lingering his lips there for a moment.
“You know what?”
“Hmm?” she hummed.
“Should show you how much I love you so you don’t question it ever again.” he grinned cheekily.
She giggled softly and shook her head at how fast he could go from serious to cheeky.
“No, just want to love on you.”
He stroked a strand of hair that’s fallen into her face behind her ear, cupping her cheek and capturing her lips in a deep kiss.
He lifted one of her legs and made her wrap it around his hips. She wrapped her other leg around his body on her own, Harry supporting her with his hands on the backs of her thighs.
He carried her to their bedroom, stopping every once in a while to press her against a wall and kiss her breath away.
Once they reached their bed, he laid her down gently, hovering over her.
When she was naked he made it his mission to kiss every inch of her body, mumbling ‘I love you’ every so often.
Y/N would be lying if she said she didn’t get emotional. Sex was always connected with emotion between Harry and her and it definitely wasn’t the first time her eyes welled up with tears and a few dribbled down the sides of her face and onto the pillow. Just like every time Harry got a bit worried, asking if he did something wrong but she silenced his words with her lips against his.
The moment Harry connected them Y/N was sure she never felt so close to him. She missed exactly this and was worried about exactly this, loosing the closeness between them. Or loosing him to somebody else.
Their bodies moved against each other the way they always had, nothing changed. And Y/N knew he never shared such a moment with any of his exes, he never shared himself like that with anyone but her.
When they both got close Y/N cupped Harry’s cheeks in her hands so she would be able to watch him come undone. And when he did it was exactly what she expected, he thrusted inside of her as deeply as possible and stilled, his mouth opening and his eyes rolling back. Her own orgasm hit her when she felt the first spurt of his release coating her walls, her whole body shuddering underneath him and a strangled moan forcing itself out out of her mouth. She fought against her eyes wanting to close, the need to watch him bigger.
Harry collapsed onto her when he finished completely, careful not to hurt her. She wrapped her arms around his back and made sure he didn’t move, she didn’t want to break the connection yet. She pressed countless kisses against his shoulder and neck, covering every bit of his skin with her lips.
“Mmh, love. As much as I love lying on top of you, I don’t want you to be sore tomorrow.” he said, his voice muffled by her shoulder.
She sighed and let go of him, he was right. It happened before that she got sore because he stayed inside of her too long. When he slipped out she felt his release pour out of her and as always Harry watched amazed. He reached over to the bedside table for a tissue to clean her up, careful not to apply to much pressure onto her sensitive center.
Afterwards he laid down beside her, pulling her body close immediately. She placed her head on his chest, her face nuzzling into his skin to inhale his scent. Harry intertwined his fingers with hers, kissing her knuckles softly before dropping their joined hands onto his chest.
They laid in silence for a few minutes, no awkwardness or uncomfortable feelings settling in their stomachs. But Y/N could feel that his mind was elsewhere.
“Stop thinking so loud.” she snapped him out of his thoughts.
“Sorry, darling.” he chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“M'thinking about you, though.”
“Are you?” she asked quietly and looked up at him.
“And what about me?”
“I…” he started but stopped, a frown spreading over his face.
“Hey.” she whispered and reached up to touch his face with the hand that wasn’t holding his.
“It’s just… I tried to write songs about you. I sat in the studio for hours, trying to find some words that somehow could describe the way I feel about you but… Nothing I came up with seemed to do you justice. There are no words for describing how wonderful you are or how much I love you.”
Tears welled up in her eyes at his words, she never thought about it in that way.
“I don’t want you to feel like you have to write songs about me, you know. Just because I’m your girlfriend it doesn’t mean you have to write about me.”
“I know that but you’re so much more than just my girlfriend. You’re my best friend, my family but most importantly the love of my life. And of course I want to write about you but I know that no song could ever describe our story.”
Her heart melted at his words, a few tears dribbling down her cheeks and hitting his chest.
“I love you. God, I love you so much.” she whimpered and kissed his lips over and over and over again.
Harry stroked her wild hair from her face and kept her close.
“Can you promise me to never ever question my feelings for you again? Breaks my heart when you do.”
“I’ll try.” she giggled.
Harry gave her a playfully stern look, scolding her gently.
“I promise. Think you’ve done a good job at proofing your feelings as well.” she smirked.
“Oh, have I?”
“Oh, yes. But maybe, just to make sure, you could do it again.”
“Just to make sure, hm?” he teased her.
“Just to make sure.”
Christine and Chloe eventually convince Michael to tell Jeremy how he feels Michael decides to do it over text since he doesn’t think he could handle doing it in person
Michael: Hey Jeremy can we talk? Jeremy: sure whats up Michael: This is gonna be hard for me to say but Jeremy: hey its ok take your time Michel: I have a huge crush on you and I’ve had it for a few years now. Sorry. Jeremy: shit im sorry michael but I dont feel the same im sorry Michael: Oh right yeah sorry dude didn’t mean to make this awkward haha Jeremy: you ok Michael: I’m sure I’ll be fine
Michael’s crying at this point Both Chloe and Christine had convinced him to tell Jeremy because they thought he felt the same But obviously, they were wrong Of course they were Why would anyone like Michael He was annoying Loud Stupid A loser A stoner And to top it all off now he didn’t even have a best friend
When Michael tells her, Chloe is all ready to fight Jeremy but Michael tells her to let it go Over time the group splits With Michael, Brooke, Chloe, Jenna and Christine in one grou[ And Jeremy, Rich and Jake in the other Over time the two sides of the group lose most contact Though Chloe and Jake still talk from time to time
In his second year of college, Jeremy works out that he is definitely bi after a few nights at a club In his last year of college, Jeremy realises that he was actually in love with Michael But it’s too late to do anything about that
Chloe invites both sides of the group to her and Brooke’s wedding Everyone shows Except Jeremy Michael tries not to let it get to him But it does He’s just so angry that Jeremy allowed all of this to become so awkward between them They were meant to be a team Player 1 and Player 2 Who cares if it’s platonic or romantic? He just wants his best friend back
Rich and Jake’s wedding? No Jeremy
When Brooke has her first kid? No Jeremy
When Jenna gets promoted to head of her newspaper? No Jeremy
When Michael is half asleep on his sofa with a glass of wine in his hand after looking after Christine Lohst all day? Of course that’s when he shows up
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK Ugh they’re gonna start to shout soon KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK Oh hell yeah I’ll open it soon KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK It sucks Chlo left me here alone KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK Here in this toddler’s battle zone CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG I feel a headache coming up BANG BANG BANG BANG Is Chloe ever giving up? Splash splash splash splash Throw some water in my face Now I’m in a better place I open up the door and -
“JeReMy!" "MiChAeL!” “Wait why are you surprised? This is my house” “Christine said it was he- oh shit” “Christine said what?” “NOTHING” “You’re a terrible liar Jeremy” “But she didn’t say ANYTHING” Michael raises an eyebrow “Really?” “Ok fine well she may have told me that this was her new apartment and so I was stopping in to visit her like I usually do” “…you usually visit Christine?” “…yeah” “So are you two…” “NO NO NO she’s not my type” “Oh” “Yeah” “Why are you still here Jeremy? Christine’s not here. Unless you wanted lil Christine in which case she’s sleeping in the guest room” “Right yeah sorry. I’m bothering you aren’-” “You’re no-” “I’ll jus-” “You don’t ha-” “By-” “COME IN FOR A DRINK” “Uh what?” “Would you like to come in for a drink?” “Oh I…” “You don’t have to Jeremy, it was just an idea” “No it’s ok I’ll come in”
Michael finds another wine glass “Red ok?” “Red’s perfect thanks”
“So Jeremy how’s everything? What are you doing now?" “Oh I’m a games developer” “You don’t look particularly excited about that? That was like your dream job” “Oh well normally people get really bored when I talk about work” “Jeremy you’re talking to the guy who was tempted to play apocalypse of the damned with his adopted niece this morning” Jeremy looks at up that “Apocalypse of the damned huh? We never did finish it did we?” “Never too late to continue” Both of them look at each other and then there’s a quick scramble to the living room
“I don’t know how well it’s gonna work cos I obviously haven’t played it in years" “Dude the console doesn’t have a speck of dust don’t lie to me you probably played this yesterday” “Shut up Mr Games Developer” “Touché” The loading screen comes up and it’s just like high school again Just the two of them Michael presses start an- “UNCLE JEREMY” Lil Christine comes in “Uh hey Chrissie” “Uncle Michael why didn’t you tell me Uncle Jeremy was gonna be here” “I didn’t know myself” “Mom’s gonna be so happy” Both men look at each other Michael speaks first “Uh why?” “Because mom is always talking about how you two should have been together and now you are!”
Jeremy and Michael both go bright red and neither of them speaks “OH NO I BROKE YOU!” Michael manages to get some words out “Nah Chrissie it’s fine. Why don’t you back to bed and I’ll come in and see you in a moment” “But I want to talk to Unc-” “Christine Lohst - bed now” “Fiiiiiiiiine"
"I’m sorry about her” “She’s not the one who’s apparently been telling her three year old that we should be together” “Chloe has very strong feelings about what happened in high school” “So do I” Michael stares at him, saying nothing "I shouldn’t have let your feelings get in the way of our friendship and I’m so sorry that I did. It was stupid and I hate myself for it" “Wait shit no don’t say that. I’m just as much to blame as you are. It’s not like I really tried to keep our friendship together. I thought it’d be easier to just let it fall apart.” “So we’re both sorry and stupid and wish we could be friends again?” “Definitely” “Then I’m glad to be your new old friend Michael Mell” “And I’m glad to be yours Jeremy Heere” “I should probably tell you something though” “What?” “In my last year of college I worked something out - I was an idiot in high school.” “We already said this” “For another reason. I was an idiot because I didn’t realise I was head over heels for you" "WHAT” “I’m sorry Michael. It took me so long to figure it out and I just rejected you in high school even though I felt the same” “What about now?” “What?” “Do you feel the same now?” Jeremy takes in Michael His scruffy hair, his glasses that need to be pushed up, the oversized hoodie he still hasn’t gotten rid of and looks into his eyes “Yes" "Oh” “Oh?” “Oh” “Well, what about you Michael? Do you still like me?” Michael doesn’t even hesitate “YES” “OH” “OH”
Characters: Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Reader (Y/N Y/L/N)
Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Summary: Jensen forgets an important day for the Reader and he tries to come up with a good way of apologizing.
Word Count: 2k-ish
Author’s Note: Heyy guys! This is my entry for @buckysmetallicstump‘s Disney Quote Challenge. My quote is bolded! I hope you guys like this! I’m still trying to get back into the groove of writing. I’m sorry if this isn’t up to par. *hides face* feedback is always welcomed!!
Eleven missed calls.
I knew I had screwed up when her phone went straight to voicemail after the third ring. She was avoiding my calls, that much I knew. I tried racking my brain, coming up blank with reasons for the cold shoulder she was giving me.
I taught this morning and then ran a workshop (on mental health in the classroom yeahhhhh) at a conference this afternoon and I’m only just getting home and I’m doing all the deep breathing stuff but are there any particular stretches or something that work well for post-binding all damn day (8.5 hours, I didn’t get home as early as I thought I would)?
Requested: Could I request another baekhyun angst scenario…a mistress maybe? You know the cliche break up stories lol. Thanks!!
Summary: You come home to find Baekhyun has been unfaithful, which you expected, but what no one expected is your reaction.
SPECIAL FEATURE ALERT: This is a reader-interactive fic, so in the box below, if you enter a name (yours or a character’s, for example), and click “submit”, it will swap out “Y/N” for that name. This feature does not work on dashboard/feed/mobile app unfortunately.
It’s 4:00 AM when your plane lands and 5:00 AM by the time you
finally come home to your apartment, and you’re exhausted, physically
and emotionally. You thought that taking a week off from life to
evaluate your situation from a distance would give you some perspective –
and it has. You just don’t like this new perspective. You hate the
clarity that cracked your rose-colored glasses because you were happy
pretending that everything was fine.
But there’s only so much you can take for so long.
reach the door to your apartment and drop your bag on the floor,
fishing your phone out of your pocket and turning it on for the first
time in a week.
Thirty-eight missed calls and fourteen voicemails from Byun Baekhyun.
smile quirks on your lips despite the lead in your chest. You hadn’t
told him you were leaving when you took off, and it’s still nice to see
his concern. You sigh. Smooth your shirt. Pat your hair and steel your
nerves. Then you click 1 on speed dial.
Briiiing. Briiiing. Briii—
His voice is thick with sleep but then you hear a rustling – of sheets,
presumably – and his voice comes back more alert. “Oh my god. Where are
you – are you okay – why haven’t you called me back, I was so worried, I
thought something happened—”
“Hi,” you say softly. That’s all you
can manage because you’re suddenly overwhelmed by the sound of his
voice. Even just one week without his husky timbre had left you feeling
like something was missing, and now it’s as if everything has fallen
back into place. Stupid. Don’t be stupid.
“Hi,” he replies after a moment, and you can hear his smile. “Are you on your way home?”
“Yup, I’m an hour or two away,” you lie.
“Great, jagi. I can’t wait to see you. Aish, I should probably clean up before you get home.”
“Yeah. Clean up. I’ll see you soon.”
“Love you,” he says. So casual. So familiar.
Your hands are cold as you whisper back, “I love you too.” Then you hang up.
apartment you share with Baekhyun is small, not a studio, but really
only meant for one person – so you can hear noises through the thin
walls now as he gets out of bed and prepares for your return. Shuffling,
thudding, creaking. Laughter. Chairs scraping and feet padding across
the hardwood floor and muffled speaking. Quick movements, very quick.
You hear footfalls heading towards the door and you step
back just as it swings open, and Baekhyun and the girl beside him freeze
on the threshold as their eyes meet yours.
Ah. Well, you can throw the rose glasses away now, you suppose.
pretty – that’s your first thought, but you immediately look away
before you can start comparing yourself to her. You don’t need to
agonize over all the ways she might be better for him than you, all the
missing parts in you that she probably has. She has the decency to look
ashamed, at least.
Baekhyun, for once, seems at a loss for words.
The silence stretches between the three of you until it feels like
dynamite. And frankly, you don’t want to say anything. There’s nothing
to say. One week, you’d spent trying to understand your feelings, his
feelings, and what happened between the two of you – and now you just
Alone. More alone than you’ve ever felt.
“Y/N,” he starts to say, but you cut him off.
need to talk, Baekhyun.” Doesn’t matter if you don’t want to – you’re
the type to bury your head in the sand if it means protecting your
heart, but not this time. Not anymore. Your eyes slide to the girl.
“Alone.” She nods, never meeting your gaze, but before she slinks back
into the apartment room, she looks to Baekhyun, and you feel your heart
clench at the adoration on her face. Whatever is going on between them
clearly isn’t just lust. You just wonder when exactly you were pushed
out of the picture.
The girl closes the door behind her, and then it’s only you and Baekhyun.
looks as good as ever, you can’t help but notice, with his jeans belted
loosely around his hips and shirt sleeves lazily rolled back to his
elbows. His hair is still tousled from sleep, and you almost reach up to
fix it. Almost. Instead, you pick up your bag and sling it over your
“Walk with me,” you say. His brows arch in surprise but
he follows you down the stairwell and out of the apartment complex. You
really needed to get out of there – it was starting to feel
The sun is just rising over the parking lot, and
you try not to notice the way the light touches Baekhyun, as if even it
can’t help but want to cling to him. He’s silent beside you as you walk
but out of the corner of your eye, you can see emotions flitting across
his face as the situation continues to spiral out of his control. Guilt.
Defensiveness. Fear. Anguish. You imagine your face is a mirror of his.
the other side of the complex is a quaint little courtyard complete
with trimmed hedges, a fountain, and a gazebo. You walk down the path,
trailing your fingertips along the hedges, and step onto the gazebo,
placing you bag down. It’s beautiful here. A beautiful place to end a
Baekhyun sinks against the railing
and laces his hands together. His eyes are everywhere but on you. “If
you would please just hear me out—” he tries.
say gently, and both of you are surprised at the softness in your voice.
He’s looking at you now and you meet his stare. You should be angry –
furious, betrayed, heartbroken, but you just feel the grief that comes
with endings. “You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”
You wrap your arms around yourself at his term of endearment. “You
don’t have to explain, but please don’t be dishonest with me. Don’t call
me ‘beloved’ if that’s not what I am.” You take in a shuddering breathe
to soothe your nerves, and then you continue. “I have loved you,
Baekhyun. At times, more than life itself. And you have loved me.”
“More than life itself,” he whispers.
“But I fell in love
with you, and you didn’t. Not with me, anyway, and there’s nothing I
can do to change that.” You remember the youth of your love, the early
days when holding his hand gave you butterflies. You were both so young
and there was only innocence in your feelings for one another.
Handwritten notes and long phone calls before bed and mixtapes specially
made for each other. All that was gone now, lost.
Baekhyun grasps your hands then, and you look down as you feel his trembling around yours. “Then I’ll change—”
not asking you to,” you shake your head and gently pull away. “I’m
asking you to be honest. Be brave. We’ve been together since we were
children, and there’s a security in that – but you can’t live your life
clinging to safety, to what’s familiar. You…you need to let me go so
that you can be free to find who and what you really want.”
“And what do you want, Y/N?” he asks quietly.
want you to be happy, Baek. I wish I was the one that made you happy—”
he flinches, and you break off, sighing. “But we all deserve a chance to
find that true joy. Our soulmate.”
“We can still be friends, right?”
feel that grief again like water in your lungs, and for a moment you
can’t speak because you’re trying too hard to fight back the tears. Friends.
As if to torture you some more, your mind suddenly pulls out a reel of
all your favorite memories with Baekhyun. Sharing ice cream with him on a
hot summer’s day at the beach, him purposely tipping the cone forward
whenever it was your turn to lick so that you would get some on your
face and he could kiss it off you. His arms snaking around your waist as
he hugged you from behind while you washed dishes, his chin on your
shoulder. You lying on his lap while he ran his long fingers through
your hair and read manga. Being held by him, kissing him, loving him.
“In time,” you manage. “You’re not the only one who has to let go.”
sorry.” His voice is small, like a child’s. “For not being right for
you. For hurting you. For…everything.” He laughs humorlessly. “I almost
wish you were angry with me. That would’ve been easier than this – but
you’ve always been too good for me.”
We were both too good for each other. “I was angry. That’s what the week away was for.”
now,” you sigh, “you’ve got a girl to get back to, and I’ve got a
thousand emails waiting for me.” Life really does go on. You start to
turn away but Baekhyun’s hand catches you again and you find yourself
only inches from him. Well, physically anyway.
“Even if we don’t
have a tomorrow, you and I, I’m glad we had a yesterday. I’m glad for
the time we did spend together.” He’s not smiling, but there’s such
warmth in his expression as if he’s reflecting all that light on him. “I
wouldn’t change a thing.”
“You know what,” you nod, “I wouldn’t
either.” One last time, you slide your arms around his neck and pull his
head down to kiss him on the forehead. He closes his eyes.
They’re open as you walk away though.
Due to popular demand, I have posted a Part 2 [here], a Part 3 [here], and a coda [here]! However, this was meant to be a one shot, so if you are satisfied, you can stop reading here. Whatever floats your goat <3
Request: If you are comfortable with this can you do an imagine
where Bryce rapes the reader and Jeff (her boyfriend) wasn’t there to save her
and he beats himself up for it? 💙If not I understand
you start reading this I would like to say please don’t be too hard on me, I
tried to put all my emotions into this and tried to give you a story as good as
possible. I really cried writing this. Sorry if it’s not what you expected or
wanted but I couldn’t do better.
Word count: 1468
wanted was to take a nap because you couldn’t walk straight anymore. Just a
nap. But now you were sitting in the corner of the dark room where you became
someone else, you became a victim. You were numb, you couldn’t even cry. You knew
you were drunk but you experienced every single second of it. You started to
question yourself. Did you say no enough? Did you send some wrong signals? But you
couldn’t find an answer, this was not your fault. You didn’t deserve this. Why did
you drink so much, otherwise you could have fought back. You were staring at
the bed. The sheets were wrinkled because of the movements he made on you. You felt
disgusted and dirty with the thought that there was still something left of him
on you. You missed Jeff, all you wanted right now was for him to take you in
his arms and let you cry as long as you needed without asking questions.
your power you got up and started to stumble down, your shoes in your hands. Without
getting noticed you walked out the door and went straight home where you
showered for 2 hours and scrubbed your body multiple times. But the feeling of
dirt didn’t go away.
It’s been two
weeks since the party. You were still numbed and not ready to go to school. All
day you lay on your bed staring at the ceiling, replaying what happened that
night over and over again. As much as you wanted to tell your parents or tell
Jeff, you couldn’t. They would look at you differently. You kept faking a
headache but you were sure your parents knew something more was going on. Jeff
past by a couple times, he brought ice cream to make you feel better but you
weren’t hungry. All you did was cry in his arms when he came. He was really concerned
about you so after the first two times you cried your eyes out without saying 5
words he started to come daily, just to be there for you. He also texted you
every morning letting you know he loved you and he would always be there for
you. You weren’t able to talk so when he came over he always talked about what
happened at school to keep you updated. You knew he tried to take your mind of
whatever you were going through not knowing he dropped the name of the person
who made you like this, your rapist, a
couple times. Jeff was a really good guy, he always took care of you and he
didn’t push you or ran away when you were at your lowest. But you were scared
for his reaction. You were scared he wouldn’t believe you and leave you or
something like that.
went by and Jeff was cuddling with you on your bed. This was the first time
since he started to visit daily that you weren’t crying. You decided a couple
days ago you were going to tell Jeff what happened and since you were so calm
right now you thought this would be a good time.
you said whit a shivering voice. Jeff shook up because it had been 3 weeks
since you let a word out. He knew that something was coming, what he didn’t
know is how wrecked he was going to be after.
“I have to
tell you something..” and with that you replayed the scene once again but this
time out loud what made it even harder.
that’s why I’ve been like this.”
started to fill with tears while he takes you in his arms and holds you thight.
sorry y/n, I should have been there for you. I should have protected you.” Jeff
said while tears were streaming down his face. You could see he was blaming
himself for all this.
“No no no
Jeff this is not your fault, the only one to blame is Bryce himself.” This was
the first time you called him by his name, not ‘him’ or ‘somebody’.
You felt a
lump in your throat. You regretted telling this already. You saw Jeff clenching
his fist. He stood up and started to pace up and down your room.
you tell me this earlier?” Jeff asked
looked at him with your red puffy eyes. Your shoulders hanging to the
floor. You regretted telling him
already. Jeff always wanted to protect you no matter what and in his mind he
failed the moment he left the party before you.
y/n is the one person I care about the most and I let her down. How could I be
so stupid to leave her at the party while I saw she was drunk. I should’ve
stayed I should have taken her home. How could I be so stupid. I’ll never
forgive myself for this. Y/N is the best thing I’ve ever had in my life. The only
thing I can do to make this right is never let her down again. I just can’t let
her down another time.
later ( back y/n pov)
told Jeff you started to feel better again. Jeff took you to your secret spot
and talked with you for hours about how much you were worth and how beautiful
you were. He did everything to make you feel happy again. You even smiled again
sometimes. The first time you smiled again Jeff almost started to cry. He saw
the old you was slowly coming back and he couldn’t help but get emotional about
is. What on planet earth made you deserve someone like Jeff you asked yourself multiple
times. You never thought someone could love you so much, you never thought you
could be loved like that.
It was a
Friday evening and Jeff went to a party to celebrate their win with the
baseball team. He asked you 10 times if it was okay but you wouldn’t want to
make Jeff a prisoner so you said he had to go. The only thing you asked him was to stay calm around Bryce,
again. You asked him every day, you knew it was hard for him but the last thing
you wanted was for the school to starts rumours or to find out about what
happened. Every day when Jeff came to your house he asked you again why he
should stay calm. All he wanted was to punch Bryce but he held it inside, just
watching a movie when suddenly your phone rang. It was an unknown number.
“y/n? it’s Justin
I got your number from Jess, you have to come and pick up Jeff right now, he
drank too much and went crazy on Bryce. Come please? Bryce already went home so
I think he’s calm but just come please.”
Where is it?”
You put on
some pants and ran to your car. Even tho you wouldn’t want to face Bryce, you
had to make sure Jeff was safe. You arrived at Montgomery’s place and ran to
the backyard immediately. You saw you boyfriend hanging in a chair. His fists
were bleeding. You walked up to him a kneeled down in front of him.
called me I had to pick you up, he said you went crazy on Bryce?”
deserved it, I really tried to stay calm babe really but he came up to me and
started to make some sick jokes about how fit you were. I couldn’t help it
anymore. Please don’t be mad I just..”
mad Jeff, I just want you to be safe. Let’s talk about it tomorrow I think you you could use some sleep” You
said while standing up and giving Jeff a shoulder to lean on.
to the car Jeff suddenly says:
through this y/n, I promise.” And for the first time you believed his words. With
Jeff by your side you really believed you had a chance to get through this.
Let me know what you think and thanks for reading xxx
“Here is the thing about when you’re heartbroken. I think about it a
lot. I think that for people who are heartbroken it’s almost like time
slows down to a much more gradual pace. And you’re walking around you
feel like heartbreak is written across to your forehead like everyone
else can see it. And I think the worst part about heartbreak is that… If you think about what it takes to let somebody into your life
what it takes to fall in love or even just trust someone enough to make
a new friend. It takes vulnerability, it takes letting down your walls
and letting somebody in and it takes trusting someone. And I think the
worst part about when you’re heart is broken or when you get betrayed or
somebody leaves you is that the first thing you do you start regretting
letting them in, trusting them and being vulnerable. And you sit there
and you think ‘I’m so stupid. Why did I do that? Why did I trust that
person? Why didn’t I play mind games with them? You’re supposed to mess
with people’s heads that’s what everyone says but I just let them in.
Why did I do that?‘ And I just want you to know that you can regret a
lot of things in life and regrets are valid but ‘trusting someone,
letting someone in and being vulnerable’ are not valid regrets. You
should never feel stupid for doing any of those things.”