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gavisimmaculaterizz · 1 month

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bb can u write something like jude coming home from practice and being angry, mad or something, and just storming off in his room, and later on (female) reader falls asleep on the couch teary eyed bcz she doesn't know what she did wrong

— bother / jude bellingham.

summary: jude cant hold in his anger from losing his match, resulting in a distant jude.

warnings: a bit of angst ??

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as the final whistle blew, distant whistles and boos came from the santiago bernabéu. the night in madrid was cold, the huge loss of the white giants filled the madrid air with coldness. as fans exited the stadium, jude proceeded to go to the locker room furious. he couldn’t help but feel anger, not being able to help his team out with at least scoring a goal. he disappointed the fans, maybe even his girlfriend. he mentally cursed himself out for not showing his potential, preparing for the hate he’d get on twitter by fellow madridistas.

meanwhile at the comfort of your shared apartment, you couldn’t help but feel a bit of sadness watching your boyfriends team lose heavily. you turned off the television, feeling sadness wash over you, over the terrible result in the bernabéu that just happened moments ago. you hated seeing your boyfriend sad, knowing these type of losses affected him heavily.

a couple hours later, the noise of bags falling echoed around the silent home. you ran to jude, excited to hug him and welcome him in. when reaching the tall british, you were welcomed with a cold and distant jude. “hey babe how was your game?��, you asked your boyfriend. upon your question, jude’s facial expression changed heavily. “what do you mean how was my game? did you even pay attention to what just happened?”,he asked furiously. his words hit you like a cold dagger that was plummeted into your heart, dry and distant, with a hint of anger still lingering in his voice. “do you want to talk about it?”, you asked trying to console your boyfriend. his words broke you, all you tried to do was ask if his game went okay, even though you’d know what his response would be. “no, god just leave me alone— you’re such a bother y/n.”, jude stated furiously. he quickly stormed off to your shared room, shutting the door loudly, letting you know to not even step foot into the room. your heart broke, you couldn’t contain your tears anymore.

you ran to your living room in tears, only seeing blurriness, and tasting the saltiness water streaming down your face. you mentally cursed yourself out feeling guilty for making him angry, even though it was not your fault at all. you knew he was a bit pissed off from his game still , but you never meant to provoke him even more than he was. you laid down on your sofa, grabbing a blanket and covering yourself completely. you wanted to give him space, let him cool down a bit.

meanwhile in your little bubble, your thoughts raced, ‘was it my fault for making him angry?’ you kept sobbing, overloading yourself with these negative thoughts. you let yourself cry until you couldn’t anymore. all you let out were heavy breaths which occupied the quiet home. with all the crying, it made you sleepy, and you couldn’t help but doze off into the night sky. you would soon be awaiting your boyfriends apology in the morning.

but was he right about you being a bother..?

a/n: i kind of tweaked it a bit anon!! also this is my first fic so im mentally cringing at myself bc im not used to this 🙁, so i hope yall like it

#jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham #jude bellingham fluff #jude bellingham x you #real madrid #jude bellingham angst

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starsofmilos · 2 years

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Mood (Adrian Chase x reader)

Request: Hiii agaaiin! How bout something with reader who is part of the 11th streets kids and since they are always saying that Adrian doesn't have emotions one day she gives him one of those rings that changes colors and from then on he doesn't take it off?? Not even when John and Chris said to him its stupid and for kids. He don't care bc it was a gift from heeer. Confession?-🦁

Warnings: cursing, mentions of violence, light making out, and a confession

MaStErLiSt

Your first time meeting Adrian. You didn’t know what to think of him. He was different that was for sure. You weren’t sure if you liked it or not, that was until he brought you a ladybug because he said it reminded him of you. You liked it.

The man can hold a ladybug so gently while also using a sniper rifle so skillfully. Yeah he was a keeper. He wasn’t yours though. As much as you wanted him to be. There was one thing that confused you though. It was whenever Adrian would say that he didn’t have emotions.

To you he was the most emotional person you’d ever met. He showed his emotions. Just differently. Everything about him was different. While he didn’t show anger or sadness much and he did have sociopathic tendencies, that didn’t mean he was a complete robot like he paints himself out to be.

Adrian just doesn’t really understand his emotions. That’s the conclusion you came too. Since joining the team, you and him have grown quite close to each other. You had seen him outside of the group and hung out with him at least four times out of the week.

He was special to you.

So you hated hearing him say he doesn’t feel anything like a regular person. You hated even more how everyone on the team agreed with him. Chris always said he was crazy. While John would say he was weird. Emilia and Adebayo never stood up for him. Everyone but you, thought Adrian Chase didn’t have emotions.

You were determined to prove them wrong and on a small shopping trip because the only times you seem to be able to relax is your once a month treat yourself day at the mall. You finally found what you were looking for. It had costed a good twenty bucks, but the quality wasn’t bad. Hopefully Adrian would like it too.

You walked in excitedly the next day with a huge grin on your face. “Adrian!” He had arrived before you with Chris. “Oh hey Y/N-” You grabbed his hand dragging him to one of the back rooms. Adrian gave you a small quizzical look, while everyone else looked at you confused.

“I got you a gift and wanted to give it to you in private.” You smiled a bit at him after closing the door handing him the small gift bag. “Oh..really?” You nodded. “I hope you like it. I saw it and thought of you.”

Adrian grinned tearing the bag opened. He looked confused seeing a small ring box. You smiled opening it for him sliding the ring on his finger. “I’m glad it fits!” “What is it?” His eyes widened seeing the ring turn a maroon pink.

“You’re flustered?” You chuckled a bit. “What?” Adrian glanced up at you. “No I am not-” “Yes you are!” “I don’t know what you’re talking about-” “It’s a mood ring.” “What?”

“A mood ring. It changes colors based on your emotions. Maroon is flustered, Red is angry, Blue is sad, Teal is neutral, Yellow is happy, Green is envy,Purple is horny and Pink is love.” You smiled as Adrian smiled looking down at it. “Thanks..”

“I got it to show you that you do feel things Adrian.” You kissed his cheek softly before walking out. Adrian grinned looking down at the ring. It was pink. He nodded at it. “Sounds about right.”

Adrian was just as obsessed with you as you were with him. No one had ever treated him as nice as you do and it was refreshing to have someone who cared enough to buy him an actual gift. You gave them this. You thought of him.

Instead of buying something for yourself. You went out of your way to get him something. He smiled seeing the ring turn yellow. “Cool...” He walked out keeping a grin on his face. You smiled seeing the ring yellow.

You didn’t think Adrian would like it as much as he did. He never took it off. Like never. Even in his Vigilante suit, he wore the ring under his gloves. It confused you a bit. You wouldn’t have thought he’d grow so attached with it, but whenever you tried to take it off. Adrian would push your hand away smiling before telling you no.

No one on the team had noticed, well Harcourt did, but she didn’t really care to mention it. One night at the bar though. Chris finally noticed. “Dude what the hell is that yellow thing on your hand?” John looked at it. “Dude when the hell did you get married? It’s on your ring finger.”

Adrian looked down. “It’s a mood ring! It says what my mood is. Right now it’s yellow because I am happy.” Chris laughed a bit. “What are you thirteen?” John asked him. “Only thirteen year old wear and believe those shits.” You looked down a bit sad by their reaction. He noticed.

“For your information, this was a gift from Y/N. And I absolutely love it. If that makes me a fucking kid then so be it. I don’t care if kids wear this shit because to me it means more than that.”

You smiled seeing the ring turn red. He was angry they made fun of something you got him. “I don’t care what you guys think anyways.” Chris nodded. “Alright dude chill.” Adrian smiled, “I am chill.” You snorted a bit as Adrian grabbed your hand under the table.

“I got it for him because you fuckers are always saying Adrian doesn’t feel things.” You chuckled a bit as they all shared a glance to Adrian who looked at you softly.

He loved you.

“Alright you were right then Y/N.” You smiled holding his hand back. “Damn right I was.”

The next day, you rose out of bed excited to spend your day off binging some horror movies and ordering a pizza for yourself. You decided to shower first wanting to wash the night before away. It was a fun night, but you wanted to feel refreshed.

After your shower, you scavenged your kitchen for food before jumping hearing a knock on your door. Humming you opened the door tilting your head seeing Adrian stand there. “Hey sunshine!” You smiled hearing him. “Hey what are you doing here?”

“I was in the neighborhood so I figured come by to see my favorite person.” “Come on in. What’s the box for?” Adrian grinned handing it to you. “I got you a gift.” “You did?” He nodded. “Really?..”

“Yup. Open it!” You sat with him on your couch. You gasped a bit seeing a small box. “You got me a mood ring so I wanted to get you something too.” It was a necklace with a small ring hanging from it.

“I figured you wouldn’t wanna wear an actual ring and it’s not the best necklace I know it’s not-” You jumped hugging Adrian. “This is the best gift I’ve ever received. Thank you Adrian..” He smiled hugging you back. This was new. He didn’t get many hugs. He loved this. He didn’t wanna let you go.

You smiled feeling his arms tighten around you. “You smell nice..” “I just showered..” You laughed a bit pulling away. Now would be the best time to say how you felt. You really wanted too..Maybe Adrian felt the same..

“I should get going. Peacemaker and I planned on going and blowing some stuff up..” “Oh. Okay thanks for the necklace.” You unlatched it putting it on around your neck. “Thank you Adrian. I really do like it.” Adrian smiled standing up. “Alright. I gotta head out.”

You smiled nodding. Adrian stopped by the door turning around to see you fondly staring at the necklace. “Fuck it.” Adrian went to you yanking you to his chest before bending down. “I’m gonna kiss you.” Your eyes widened at his words as he crashed his mouth against yours.

You gasped before moaning a bit as he pushed his tongue into your mouth. You wrapped your arms around his neck grabbing the back of his hair. Adrian groaned a bit pulling away with a smile as you both panted. “Where the hell did that come from?”

“So I like you...and was wondering if maybe sometime you’d like to go out?” Adrian asked apprehensively. He was nervous. His mood ring was maroon. He was flustered.

“Yeah I’d really like that. I’ve liked you for a long time Adrian.” Adrian kissed you again tightly holding you. You panted a bit as he moved his kisses to his neck. “I thought you’d take me to dinner first before trying to get in my pants.”

Adrian groaned. “I can’t help it. You’re so hot..” You smiled as Adrian kissed you again. You laughed seeing the ring on his finger a mixture of yellow and purple.

“Adrian I know you were gonna hang with Chris, but what if you stood here and I order a pizza and a movie along with some making out-“

“I don’t have to hang out with him. He’ll understand!” Adrian pushed you to the couch with a laugh.

#adrian chase #fanfiction #adrian chase x reader #adrian chase x you #vigilante fanfiction #vigilante peacemaker #vigilante x reader #fanfic #peacemaker #adrian chase peacemaker

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bernadettelovestokiohotel · 1 year

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Vinney Headcanons!

Hi!I did this bc my ass is bored asf

Vance is super cuddly whenever he's alone with Finn

Finney has scary dog privilege,hes just a happy boy while there's the fucking meanest kid in town behind him

A lot of people were shocked when they found out Vance and Finn were dating.Mainly because of the fact they're both completely different people

Robin is the #1 Vinney hater.Not because he's homophobic but because he's very protective of his best friend and would have zero problem fighting Vance if he had to.

Whenever Finney's stressed about something or is sad about it,Vance would take him into his lap and play with Finney's hair while Finneys talking about what's upsetting him

Vance fights for Finn on a daily basis.Mainly because people don't bully him anymore but do talk a lot of shit behind his back,and Vance hears it,it's over for the bullies.

Vance actually fought Finney's bullies,and they didn't touch Finn since then.

Finney has cute puppy eyes and he takes pretty good advantage of it,knowing it's Vance's weak spot.

Vance hates Finney's dad.Like absolutely hates him with his guts.

Vance and Gwen have a very good relationship between each other and sometimes play dolls and it makes Finney laugh uncontrollably

Vance ALWAYS paints Finney and it flusters the living shit out of Finn.

Vance gives neck,jawline,and forehead kisses 24/7.Finney mainly likes the forehead kisses too.

Finney whimpers in his sleep when he has nightmares.Vance takes him in his arms and cuddles him and says "shhhh..it's okay..I'm here for you."

Finney has nightmares about his mother very often,it's usually when her face is blurred out but still smiling at him and he just starts crying in his sleep.It breaks Vance's heart whenever Finn cries so he cuddles Finn and comforts him and refuses to let himself sleep.

Whenever Finn's stressed,he cries a little bit.One time,Finney got so stressed with himself he just started tearing up and Vance got alarmed and immediately picked Finney up and cuddled him asking what's wrong.

Vance showers Finn with compliments and praise.Finney isn't used to that at all,but it flusters him a lot.

Whenever Vance is angry at Finney and they're in an argument,Vance will hit/kick anything in the room except Finney.He'd never EVER hurt Finney.

Vance is a big spoon and Finney's a small spoon

Finney's transgender and he wears a binder.He can be insecure but Vance will remind him that he'll always be a boy and that his body's beautiful

Vance accidentally lashes out at Finney,but Finney knows Vance doesn't mean it.

Vance's nicknames for Finney are:

-baby

-love

-darling

-prince

Finn's nicknames for Vance are:

-handsome

-love

-dummy

-curly fry

They don't have fights very often,but when they do,it's not over dumb shit.Its usually about them yelling at each other cause their partner isn't taking care of himself enough or because Vance can be a bit bashful and reckless with Robin.

Vance is usually the first one to apologize after the fights.But when Finney does,it's probably because Vance is mad

Finney isn't scared of Vance at all and can put him in his place if he needs to.

They have a strangers to lovers trope

Vance likes dogs and plans on getting one when he's older,but Finney's scared of them and likes cats more.

Vance has a van(when hes like 18) and it's his comfort place.Vance and Finney always hang in there when they're bored

Vance loves writing poems for Finney.Finney has a whole box filled with love notes and poems from Vance♡

Vance fights with Robin very often.It doesn't get too serious but they always end up bruising each other badly,and Finney hates it

Vance is a good cook,but Finn couldn't cook for shit.

Vance nips Finn's lips when they kiss.One time Vance slit Finney's bottom lip and it started bleeding a bit.Vance,with tears in his eyes kept apologizing while Finney couldn't stop laughing and telling him it's okay

At first,Gwen was hesitant about Vance and didn't really like him at first,but after she met him,they practically became best friends.

There's over 30 Vinney Headcanons here...I've got wayyyy too much free time.

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missmeinyourbones · 2 years

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Can I request Aot guys reacting/finding out their s/o was cheating on them?

this has been sitting in my inbox literally forever lmfao but i finally got around to it <3 this was sad to write :/ implied cheating ofc

eren is quick to get angry. he feels so betrayed, he swears that he hates you. he cant even fucking look at you without feeling bile rise into this throat. he yells and breaks things (classic white boy punching the wall type beat) because he doesn't know how else to manifest his feelings other than physically. he cant take the time to slow his breathing and form coherent words, he just needs to release the amount of hurt inside of him. he’s so angry that he cries. like a hot-teared cry of pure frustration and betrayal and disbelief.

armin automatically believes its bc of something he did :/ he assumes that he could've been better, that this wouldn't have happened if he was somebody else. he wishes you would have communicated with him, told him what to do and how to do it. he’d change who he was to his core if it meant being someone that you wanted. he doesn't agree with what you did, but he cant necessarily blame you, either. if he could leave himself too, he would.

jean feels like he should've known better, should’ve seen it coming. he’s used to being second best, so he should have expected something like this from you. he curses himself for getting so caught up in what he thought was a real love. for the first time, it felt like someone was genuinely choosing him first; he hates himself for letting that go to his head and making him blind to the truth of the situation. it just reaffirms his prior beliefs. if you thought he was closed off before? he swears he’ll never love again after this

connie thinks its a joke at first. he trusts people a bit too easily in general, so as his partner, he trusted you with every fiber of his being. he fully believed that you were handcrafted by the gods and sent down to earth for him to learn to love. so when he finds out that you were capable of something this fucking cruel, he genuinely doesn't believe it. thinks its a joke, because you wouldn't do that to him. his lover (or the version of them that he created in his mind) would never hurt him like that.

reiner is extremely hurt, but is still willing to make this work. he knows what its like to be in the wrong, to be the betrayer. so he understands you. he thinks he deserves it. he’s always willing to see both sides of the story; he’d rather forgive you than lose you. he’s willing to swallow his pride and humiliation all at the same time, if it means not ending up alone again. he’d settle to be your second best, because to him, its better than nothing :/

porco has questions. he wants to know every single detail of what the fuck went wrong. when did you start feeling this way? how long has this been going on? how many times? he wants all of the info until he is physically sick to his fucking stomach. he pretends it doesn’t hurt him as much as it really does; he refuses to let you see how torn up over it he truly is. when you finally leave, he overthinks every single thing you said. every detail, every moment spent together, has now been tainted for him because of all of the specifics he made you share.

#aot headcanons #eren x reader #armin x reader #jean x reader #connie x reader #reiner x reader #porco x reader #eren headcanons #armin headcanons #jean headcanons #connie headcanons #reiner headcanons #porco headcanons

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bemylord · 3 years

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ꜱ/ᴏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄʟɪɴɢʏ

characters: satoru, itadori, megumi, toji, nanamin, sukuna.

warnings: it's not an angst, but it has triggers because they screamed at you :( [toji and sukuna parts bc yall know those man] + grammar issues. [aged up?]

butler's remark: it was hard to write yuuji, megumi and gojou parts bc they are good and sweet boys and i practically cry. i also had decided to do as a hdc not in the fake text. i did a reader with a strong character.

apologies part.

ɪᴛᴀᴅᴏʀɪ ʏᴜᴜᴊɪ:

pls no. i can't even imagine that yuuji would scream to you or say you're bothering him.

but, okay, that's why you're reading this.

you just wanted a piece, a little bit, some, of yuuji's attention while he was training.

you came to him from behind, wrapping hands around his neck.

you were happy to finally see and hug your boyfriend, planning to spend an evening watching some tv-shows.

suddenly, yuuji turned to you, and instead of the usual: 'sweetie, i'm so happy to see you let's watch the tv or eat ramen!'

he answered: 'i'm busy, y/n, let's talk later.'

being busy by doing something is totally normal.

but he could at least said you not cold as that. he turned around his body, continuing to do the same thing.

'but i missed you, yuuujiii~' you stretched out [?] his name in a smile, clinging to his shoulders again.

'can you not being clingy y/n, i'm trying to train. give me some space, you're starting to annoy me!'

you were standing there with doe eyes - he had never screamed at you.

'yeah? whatever, itadori. i'm gonna cuddle with megumi-kun, good training.'

you left the room with tears in the corner of your eyes. you'll give the space that yuuji had mentioned - you won't be talking with him for some days or weeks, therefore he'll know he should watch his mouth. [to follow what he says]

ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ:

he came back to the dorm late after training with satoru.

you, being the lovely girlfriend ever, wanted to help megumi: you filled the bathtub with water, made delicious dinner, and find a good movie to watch after bath. maybe, it isn't a romantic thing, but it'll help him to release the tension in the muscle.

'megumi, you finally here!' you had green your boyfriend with a warm hug, as you always do, cupped his face to kiss him.

you were about to give a kiss, when 'gumi intercepted your hands, looking at you tiredly.

'how was the train? you must be tired, that's why i made for you bath and dinner.'

you walked into the living room as you heard him muttering.

'you always being so annoying and so mommy [i mean, hyper custody], i am not a child, y/n, i can help myself.'

'gomen-gomen, megumi, i just wanted to help you relax.'

'stop being like that! that's annoying, i'll take a bath alone, without you.'

you saw bruises and abrasions on his face - he must be angry about that. you have known how megumi hates to be beaten gojou or todou.

you decided not to answer, only waiting till his fury will calm down and he will apologize.

ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴛᴏᴊɪ:

i want to confess right away - i'm already afraid of him.

toji should be about to return home from a mission any minute now.

you had baked apple pie and made dinner, anticipating for your husband to arrive.

you only overheard heavy footsteps in the living room, immediately run to see him.

'my love, you back home.' you were about to kiss him, when he turned his head, pronouncing:

'don't touch me.'

his obnoxious nature. over the years of living with him you have taught him to be more gentle with you.

'use better words, toji.'

'i will talk to you as i want, woman. the fact you are my wife doesn't mean i'll be docile.'

'don't talk to me like that, i'm yo-'

'shut up, you're just a wife who comes when i need her. don't exalt yourself. don't be clingy.'

notwithstanding your strong character, tears start to roll down on cheeks.

'i have no intention of being your servant, toji. find another 'wife', i'm leaving.'

ɢᴏᴊᴏ ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ:

as you know, gojou satoru is a playful guy, who wants to tease you like 24/7.

you never thought that gojou would scream at you due to you being clingy. it happened, tho.

you are basically just like him, naughty and agile, waiting for him after work so you could take gojou in your arms and kiss him.

when you heard as the door opened, you ran to hug him. however, when you were anticipating to him to do the same, he uttered: 'let go of me.'

you thought he wanted to hug you first, so you've wrapped your arms around your neck tighter.

'did i not make myself clear? get off me. you being so clingy and intrusive.'

'i missed you, 'toru.'

'we see each other every single day, let me spend a few days alone, don't act like a child, stop being sticky'

when you heard the last word, you get off your boyfriend, watching as he slowly walking into the living room, not look at you.

'a few days alone? fine, gojo, whatever. all you want, i'm leaving.'

you grabbed your phone, leaving the house.

ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ:

you had mentioned that you might be clingy or sticky, demanding a lot of attention, when you on the period.

he agreed, laughed at your words. 'i always be with you anywhen, angel.'

as silly as it may sound, you wrapped your arms on a pillow, which was smelling like him, imagining it was kento.

you heard as a door opened, cheerfully coming down to greet your boyfriend.

'welcome home, darling, i was waiting for you to have some.. cuddles!' you straighten arms on him, expecting kento hugs you.

'it seems as you need me only for that, y/n.'

'no, darling, of course not. how was your day? tell me while we're gonna have a bath.'

'that's what i'm talking about. can it be only one day when you stop being sticky like that? i'm tired from work i want to be alone.'

you were speechless. you mumbled something illegible, step backward.

'y-yeah, s-sure..'

you walk in the bathroom, hiding your tears from him. as soon as you found yourself in the room, you sob.

'he just tired. i-i won't cry.'

you let your boyfriend spend an evening on his own, trying not to cry.

ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ:

disclaimer: the king was really mad today, exactly today when you wanted to cuddle him.

you came to his domain, happy and shine like the sun - you've moved up in the ranks, isn't that a success?

you baked muffins, the kind that the king likes - with chocolate, and garnished with nuts on top. [it's only my opinion]

so, when you stood in front of a pile of skulls, sukuna unexpectedly said: 'you should leave. now.'

'huh?' you turned your head on the left, in a curious gesture, waiting for him to explain.

you did a step forward, thought you misunderstood him.

he didn't even look at you, sitting on the throne like you ain't here like you're sort of a slave, not a girlfriend.

'i've got so good news, sukuna. the first i had baked muff-'

before you could've finished the sentence, he used cursed energy to stop you, knocking the treats out of your hands.

'i fucking said you to leave my domain, woman. are you that stupid? and stop being clingy, it's irritating me.'

you knew his nature, you knew he might indicate something offensive, but, that one - above hurtful.

'what's wrong, the king?' you said his position mockingly, going down the skulls, looking at his back. 'go to hell, i'll tell it itadori. be here alone, sukuna.'

well, shall i do a part two with apologies? also sorry for kinda sad post.

[?] - pls corrent me if i used the wrong word.

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kerie-prince · 3 years

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forgotten birthdays

Fred Weasley x Slytherin!reader

requested: (anon) Hiii, can I request something aangsty with Fred Weasley and slytherin reader? Like he got mad for something, maybe jealousy bc reader was spending much time with her house mates and he ignores her or says mean things to her but with a happy ending please 🥺

warnings: language

summary: Fred has his suspicions about your best friend and on the day of your birthday, he crosses the line which causes you to rethink your relationship

a/n: yoo this was hard to write for a quick second lol i hope you enjoy ~ plus, i got a new job so i'm in training and i'm so excited bc i've been wanting this job for so long (y/n/n = your nickname)

(gif not mine, cred to owner)

It was getting irritating.

You love Fred with all your heart, but he needed to stop being jealous. Marcus Flint was, is, and always will just be a friend of yours. You two grew up together and are nearly attached to the hip. Never once had you two of you flirted or done anything together. It was purely platonic, but Fred insisted there was something.

And going to Marcus’ prefect dorm after every fight probably didn't help your cause all that well, but he's your best friend. Who else would you talk to? You didn't have many girlfriends and when Fred introduced you to Angelina, you had gotten into a big fight for no reason. But you never asked him to stop hanging out with her even though you wanted to.

You could tell she liked Fred, but you were confident enough to know that Fred would never do you wrong like that. So why does he think that of you? Why does he get to hang out with Angelina, but he gets angry when you barely say two words to Marcus?

It was hard, but you’d work it out and still love each other at the end of the day. But then your birthday came around, and you’d just about had it.

You woke up in a good mood; the river sent in flowing rays of sunlight. Not too blinding, but not too dim either. This would be the second time celebrating your birthday with your boyfriend and if last year was amazing, you couldn't wait to see what Fred had planned for you today.

You took your time getting ready; you put on more make-up than usual and rather than tying your hair up with a clip as you always did, you let it down and fixed some strays to better frame your face. When you walked into the common room, your best friend snuck up behind you and yelled in your ear, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Y/N!”

Your natural response was to duck down and cover your ears. You hated when he did that, but you still appreciate the sentiment. You punched his arm as you laughed. “That’s not funny.”

“Oh yeah, then why did I laugh?” Marcus joked. Malfoy and his friends were behind him chuckling, all boys greeting you and wishing you a happy birthday. Marcus flung his arm around your shoulder and walked with you to get breakfast.

Once in the Great Hall, you saw Fred and his friends all laughing at the Gryffindor table and just when you were about to break free from Marcus’ hold, he pulled you back, “Oh no you don’t. You have all day to hang out with Weasley and company, but right now, you are gonna have at least one meal with your best friend.” You weren't going to argue; you didn't want to. If you wanted to sit with Fred, you wouldn't have to put up a fight, you would just do it. At your Slytherin table were Marcus’ other friends, Adrian Pucey and Terence Higgs. You sat in between them and pulled your hood up when they started embarrassing you by singing a birthday song. It was starting to be a great day.

However, across the Hall was Fred glaring daggers at your best friends’ arm around you. He couldn't hear what was going on, either due to the fact that you were pretty far from where he sat, or from jealous rage. “Freddie, you alright?” George asked his brother. “Yeah, just fine, Georgie.” He couldn't stand Flint. He would be enraged with every glance towards you, every whisper in your ear during class, and every time he made you laugh. Fred was sure that Flint was in love with you, but because you grew up with him you were too blind to see it. He was convinced that at any given moment, your ‘best friend’ would take advantage of you.

What also made him upset is that not only did you let Flint wrap his arm around you, you didn't even come say hi to your boyfriend. You always came every morning to his table to give him a morning kiss and sometimes even sat at the Gryffindor table.

In potions class, you sat and waited for your boyfriend to come through the doors. You weren't sure what to expect from him. Fred is an absolute wild card and could come through those doors with anything. And no matter what he brought, he’d for sure get in trouble with Snape.

When he walked through the doors with his brother and Lee, you sat up straight in your seat and waved at him. He saw you, but instead of smiling at you and taking the seat next to yours, he just looked away and sat on the other side of the room. Did something happen? You chose to ignore it until lunch rolled around and he still hadn't come up to you to even say ‘hi’ to you. Had he forgotten your birthday? It could happen, but that doesn't explain why he looked to be in a bad mood.

Once your classes were finished, you walked up the changing stairs and said the password to the Gryffindor dorms. You remembered the updated password your boyfriend gave you the week before and it was your first time using it today.

You didn't know what to expect to see; you secretly wished that today was just a big prank and Fred had actually planned a surprise party of some sort. But when you stepped foot into the room filled with tones of red and gold, there was no party. Just Fred laughing with his friends like normal. Normal without you.

Lee’s laugh died down when he noticed you walking up to Fred. He noticed Lee getting quiet all of a sudden and asked him, “Why are you quiet all of a sudden?” He felt a tap on his shoulder and spun around. “What are you doing in here?”

“Why, are Slytherins not allowed inside?” you joked. Your voice was slightly quiet and had a slight sad tone to it. “I missed you today, is everything okay?”

“Yeah. Fine. I've just been busy. Like you have,” Fred didn't mean to sound so bitter, but he was getting tired of it. He was tired of being second best to Flint.

“What are you talking about?” you asked.

“You've been with Flint all day,” Fred explained himself. You rolled your eyes, two fingers grabbing the temple of your nose from it suddenly starting to become irritated like you were. “Merlin, this again? Freddie, we talked about this. Marcus is just a friend. He's my best friend.”

Fred scoffed, “Y/N/N, you may think that but he doesn't. You trust him too much to see it, but I do. He's not just a friend.”

“You’re friends with Angelina when you know she likes you. And I know it too, but I don't say anything because I don't want to be that girlfriend who controls her boyfriends,” you were tired of playing this game with him. Your voice was heard by everyone in the room and soon enough, tons of peers had all eyes on you. Some either decided to stay, and some like Neville decided to head straight into their dorm rooms and lock the door for safety.

“Me being friends with Angelina is nothing like you being friends with Flint and you know that,” Fred raised his voice louder than anyone’s probably heard him. George and Lee silently guided people out of the common room and up to the dorms. Some people looked over the stairs to get a view of the commotion downstairs. One of them being Angelina herself when she heard her name being called out.

“No you’re right, it's different because he’s not pining over me and waiting for me to become available,” your arms were flailing about in anger, pointing at nothing to put emphasis in your words.

“How many times do I have to say I don’t like Ang? It’s never going to happen!” Angelina heard from up the staircase. Everyone heard him, loud and clear. She ran into her dorm and slammed the door so hard that you could feel the walls shake. “Great,” Fred sighed in frustration. It wasn't the ideal way to let someone down. He intended on talking to her in private without listening ears so she wouldn't be embarrassed.

“I'm not saying you like Angelina. I know you don’t like Angelina. What I’m saying is that you’re wrong about Marcus. I know he doesn't like me, you're just acting insecure,” you yelled back at him..

“I don’t know why it’s so hard for you to see he has feelings for you, Y/N/N,” Fred yelled, “I see the way he looks at you in every class and in the Hall. But you’re too fucking stupid to see–,” he immediately stopped what he was saying.

You couldn't believe what he was telling you right now. You could handle him calling you naive, but stupid? This was low, even for him.

You were getting stares from everyone in the common room. Your pride was more than hurt in this moment; it was destroyed. No words came from your mouth as you were completely still in your seat on the couch. Your nails dug into your skin as it was formed into a tight fist. But the worst of all was that your lips were quivering and you had to fight the tears on your birthday.

Your fucking birthday.

“Well if it bothers you so much, then fine. I'll fix the problem,” you started to speak low for only him to hear you.

“How?”

“I’ll end the problem,” a single tear escaped and trailed down your cheeks. This was the last thing you wanted to do today, but you couldn't take it anymore. He was scared to ask, but his ego got in the way, “And what's the problem?”

“Us,” you stated. He started saying something, but you couldn't hear it as you left. No, you actively ignored everything he was saying at that point. The second you were outside, you started bawling. And you kept at it all the way to the Slytherin common room and into your room.

You paced around your room rubbing your hands on your arms to try and calm yourself down, but nothing was working. Before you even processed it, your legs took you to Marcus’ room without second thought. You continuously knocked on his door until he answered, shirtless and with sweatpants that looked like they were just thrown on.

“Listen, I know it’s your birthday but that doesn't mean that you can do whatever you want–,” he focused in on your face and saw your red cheeks and puffy eyes. You looked behind him and there was a girl with him who sat in his bed looking curious. He looked back to her and just simply ordered, “Out,” which got her moving in seconds.

Once she was gone, he pulled you in and shut his door. Marcus guided you to a black leather chair in his room. “Sit,” his voice was stern, but never harsh with you. “What happened?”

As if by cue, you broke down completely. “It's o-o-over.”

“What is?” he questioned. But piecing it together, there's only one reason you'd be this upset in his room.

He never really knew what to do in situations like when you'd have your usual arguments, always just telling you that everything will be fine and you and Fred would be fine in the morning.

But now, he was feeling two things. One, slight heartache that his best friend is upset in front of him and two, nearly absolute rage that Fred is such an idiot.

Marcus started rubbing your back, “Hey, look at me.” When you shook your head no, he gently tapped on your shoulders until you did. “You are gonna be fine. Okay? You will be fine. There's plenty of other guys here–”

“I don't want to be with other guys, Marcus. I want Fred. I love Fred. But,” you shrugged up both hands, “I don't know. I don't know.” Your best friend pulled you in for a hug.

“Hey, sleep here tonight. You shouldn't be alone right now, especially today.” You nodded your head and kept crying until you couldn't anymore.

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“HEY!” Marcus’ voice traveled beyond the corridors. Students were fleeing left and right to move out of his way as he made a straight line towards the group of Gryffindors who sat around a tree outside.

Before they could react to what was going on, Marcus punched one of the tall gingers in his abdomen. “OW, what was that for?!”

“You're going to apologize to Y/N right now,” Marcus demanded.

“You idiot, I'm George,” he corrected, still bent over and leaning on Lee for balance. “Shit, sorry.” Marcus looked at Fred and punched him in the same area quicker before Fred could block it. “You're going to apologize to Y/N.”

With a strain in his voice, Fred looked at the Slytherin in front of him, “What for, she broke up with me.”

“Okay, why? Because you're pathetic and insecure.”

“Is that what she told you?” Fred straightened himself up rubbing on the pain. “Of course she told you, she tells you everything.”

“Yeah, why wouldn't she? I'm her cousin,” Marcus pointed out. If he wasn't so mad, he would laugh at Fred's look of astonishment.

“No, you have different family names. And you don't even look related,” Fred wasn't buying it.

“That's because when I was eight, my dad married her aunt. I'm still her cousin,” Marcus explained.

“She never told me anything, how was I supposed to know?” Fred complained. George and his other friends left the two to argue by themselves but stood at a close enough distance to hear the conversation and be able to jump in if it were to get violent.

“Maybe if you got your head out of your ass, you would actually pay attention to her,” Marcus used his pointer finger to push against Fred’s forehead which caused the ginger to swat his hand away. “So get over whatever complex you have and apologize. If I'm being honest, there's plenty of Slytherins that can treat her better but she wants you for some reason.”

Fred knew he was right. And it was that reason why he always felt the way he did. You were enamored by many housemates, all handsome and rich. But you didn't like any of them. You love Fred. You love the lanky, devious, modestly handsome, funny Gryffindor more than anyone you've ever met.

Fred didn't say anything and walked away. His brother was asking where he was going but he didn't answer. Before he was out of Marcus’ sight, the Slytherin said one last thing, “By the way, I hope you know it was her birthday yesterday.”

Fuck. He picked up his pace and ran towards the dungeons. Halfway there, he figured that he didn't want to show up empty handed, so he made a detour to the greenhouse to 'borrow’ some flowers from Sprout’s personal garden.

You sat on one of the couches in your common room. Across from you was Adrian and Terence, arguing about some Ravenclaw girl. Some younger students passed by and whispered amongst themselves to which you didn't pay any mind to until you heard a third year say something about a Weasley being outside.

You knew it wasn't Ron because after his second year break in with Harry, he vowed that he'd never do it again. You stood up and nearly sprinted outside.

Fred was standing awkwardly outside. He tried to get a student to ask for you to come outside but they would all just scrunch their noses in disgust and keep walking. “Annoying little–”

“What are you doing here?” you asked. Your arms were crossed and you slouched your shoulders a bit. Fred noticed how your cheeks were swollen and the bags under your eyes were tinted a rosy pink. In his left hand, there was a single, large sunflower. He raised it in front of you, hoping you would accept it. “You know I’m allergic to those, right?”

Fred’s eyes bulged out. There is no way I didn't know this. Figuring he’s had enough torture, you spoke again, “I’m joking.”

“O-oh. Heh.” You grabbed the flower from him. “I’m… really sorry. I was such an arse–”

“You are an arse,” you corrected. “Yeah, you’re right. I should have trusted Flint. I should have trusted you. And if you’d let me, I want to prove that I do.”

You released a deep sigh and rubbed your forehead. “Freddie. You have to mean it this time. I can't keep going back and forth with you like this. You can't throw a fit every time I hang out with Marcus. Or Adrian. Or Terence.”

“So is that a yes?” Fred persisted. You looked at him properly in his eyes; he seemed sincere this time. And you could only hope that he was. With a nod of your head, Fred broke into smiles and picked you up from the floor and twirled you around. Your head was still sore from all the crying the night before, but you still had a smile on your face.

When he put you down, he took the hand that wasn't holding the flower and walked with you to the Great Hall for food. “So when were you going to tell me that Flint is your cousin?”

“I figured you’d find out at a family gathering or something had you waited a little longer.” He pinched your nose in response, “And you call me devious.”

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the-gayest-tree-you-ever-did-see · 3 years

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Through All The Days

word count: 1.4k, longest piece of shit so far in this event

warning(s): peter has depression and anxiety (bc im projecting onto him), hints to dysphoria (bc im projecting onto him), cursing, sensory overload, hurt/comfort, i think thats it, let me know if there's more

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Peter has bad days.

Some of them are angry bad days, where he just wants to scream at the world and everything in it and he does, but the people close enough to hear are the people he loves, and those lead to guilty bad days afterwards, where he doesn't know what to do or say, doesn't understand when they tell him they love him anyway.

Some of them are muted bad days, where everything is too little and his favorite colors bleed into each other and his eyes can't see them except that they can, and that's what makes them so horrible.

Some of them are misery bad days, where he swears he's in a music video for a sad song and rain is hitting the windows no matter what the weather is outside, where he swears he can feel his heart sinking and shriveling up, empty of something, but he didn't know what.

And then there are days like today. The itchy bad days, where everything seems to rub him the wrong way and he feels like exploding but he has just enough awareness to know that isn't what his therapist wants, isn't what he wants, and so he spends the whole day scratching at things not there and pushing waves of anger back into himself.

So it's no surprise that he's standing in one of the Stark Tower 'living rooms,' if you could call them that, fuming so hard he thinks he can feel smoke coming out of his ears and feeling his heart turn angrily in his chest. He'd carefully avoided the rest of the Avengers that day, but it was exhausting, and a break was inevitable, so he isn't surprised when he feels himself boil over.

One of Harley's cowboy hats was sitting on the coffee table and he knows in the back of his mind that usually they would make him smile and he would either leave it or stick it back in the closer with the other two, but today isn't usual, and he stares at it for far too long until the anger becomes too much for the rational part of him to suppress.

"Harley!" Peter hears a rustling to his left and doesn't bother to turn around.

"What'd'ya want?" Harley asks, and the anger surges up again.

"Get your stupid fucking hat off the table." He can feel him glance at his back in confusion, then hears the slight creak of the doorframe he leans on.

"Make me, darlin'," he drawls, and that does him in, his sweet, musical Southern accent Peter should love so dearly and he drops to the sofa next to him, choking out a sob. Harley's by his side quick as he can blink and that makes him sob harder.

He doesn't ask any questions, just softly rubs his back until his sobbing subsides and Peter feels himself tear in half when he scoots away from Harley's hand, his skin losing the distraction of the tears and feeling itchy again. His binder feels too tight for his rapidly expanding and contracting chest, and then too loose for his chest to feel flat and a few more tears escape before he gains enough control to speak.

"You okay?" Harley asks. "Havin' a day?" Peter nods. Harley stays silent for a minute, waiting for an answer he knows is coming. The thought that he's used to it, used to Peter acting like an ass, punches him in the gut, and he takes longer than normal – normal? When did this become normal? – to give him a reply.

"It's an itchy day, I think. Maybe a low-level misery day." He tells him, because obviously they've talked about this before and he knows what it all means.

"Okay. Wanna bath?" Peter starts crying again and nods.

"Not..." He sniffles. "Not alone, though, Lee. Please."

"'Course," Harley says, and Peter feels better and worse at the same time. He fights off feelings of inadequacy and thoughts of Harley deserving better than him and lets his boyfriend lead him through the halls to the bathroom.

"Mmkay, lovely. Go ahead and strip, do you want rose or honey?" Tears spring to Peter's eyes again as he wrestles with his binder.

"Honey, please." The honey soap wasn't scented as heavily, and Peter didn't think he could handle more brain input than he needed to. Harley had turned on the water at some point, so Peter tosses the socks he used to pack in the laundry and steps into the tub. It was just slightly too warm, perfect for today. There was barely an inch of water in the tub but he sits down anyway, his back to the spray of water, letting it press harshly against the tight muscles there and waiting for the skin to go numb.

"'M gonna take a quick shower to get this grime off me and then join you?" Peter nods. He lets his eyes track Harley across the room into the shower as the water slowly rises over his ankles and brushes the underside of his knees. He hears the shower turn on and feels a wave of overwhelmingness, a wave of too much wash over him, so he ducks his head under the water, leaning so far forward that his back protests.

He stays under for as long as he can, which, thanks to his enhancements from the spider bite, is quite a while, before coming back up for air, gasping and coughing, welcoming the burn in his lungs that distracted him from everything else. Then he leans back against the flow of water for just a second before turning it off. His eyes slide shut, basking in the silence, the lack of input.

After what seems like either forever or a second, he feels Harley gently push at his back, and he automatically slides forward a bit before even opening his eyes. "I didn't even hear you." His words blur together slightly.

"You were on sleep's porch, I don't blame you." Harley murmurs. The noise didn't grate at Peter the way it seemed to before, and something deep inside him relaxes. Harley shifts slightly after sitting down, and Peter leans back against his bare chest, basking in the warmth and reveling once again at the way his skin doesn't rebel at the contact, his body going a bit more pliant. Harley laughs lightly, more of a movement than a noise.

"I can't massage your back if you lean on me." Peter just hums in reply, so Harley pulls himself up a bit and reaches his hands down to Peter's thighs, squeezing and rubbing gently. After a few minutes, Peter leans further into Harley.

"You don't have to do that anymore. Just hold me." Harley sighs into Peter's ear and wraps his arms around his waist, careful not to touch his chest. They sit like that for a while, just feeling content in the silence, in each other, and Peter thinks that maybe this is what feeling safe is like. What feeling loved is like.

'*'*'*'

"Pete." A quiet, soft voice. "Pete, lovely, wake up." Peter makes a small noise and kicks out his leg, which promptly hits something hard and painful.

"Ow," he mutters, then opens his eyes. He must have fallen asleep in the bathtub.

"You were sleeping. You wanna go to bed?" Peter nods and slowly stands up, his eyes already wanting to close. He reaches up for a towel and steps out of the tub, making room for Harley to get up, and half-heartedly wipes all the water off himself, barely trying. Harley looks up and laughs before taking the towel from him and rubbing it on Peter's head swiftly, drying it off. By the time he's done, Peter looks like a disgruntled dog coming in from the streets. He shakes his hair out like one, too, and snatches one of Harley's shirts from the closet, pulling it on while stumbling back to the bedroom.

"Um, Petey?" Peter turns back around with vague disinterest. "You forgot to put underwear on," he says, and holds up boxers. Peter holds his hand out and Harley tosses them to him, and he hops out of the room, kicking his legs into them.

By the time Harley climbs into bed with him, he had already collapsed onto his stomach, his face shoved into the pillow, body splayed haphazardly over the sheets. Harley laughs and plants a sloppy kiss on Peter's shoulder before pulling the blanket from under him and lying next to him, pulling the blanket over their bodies. Peter rolls to his side and looks at Harley through half-lidded eyes.

"Love you, Lee." He mumbles.

"I love you back, Petey."

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buckyswheezes · 3 years

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Perfectly Fine (Pt. 8)

Premise: “You know why I don’t like you? It’s because you’re a natural. You’re naturally kind, naturally good-looking; you can wear trash bags and still look perfectly fine. You’re naturally intelligent and excellent in everything you do. It’s like you naturally get what you want, you don’t have to work hard for it. You don’t have to pretend because people naturally like you.”

Or Bucky found out that the new oh-so-perfect Junior Accountant of Stark Industries isn’t as perfect as everyone thinks.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

"Oh my god, y/n! You're so gorgeous!"

"So, Ms. Perfect finally arrived looking more dazzling than ever."

"Y/n, you're about to get arrested 'cause you're killing all the boys in the hall."

You can't even count the number of compliments thrown your way as Wanda dragged you across the floor, past the lavishly-dressed people with champagne in their hands. At the same time, party music blasted through the giant speakers. You smiled and gave whoever complimented you your thanks. You were surrounded by people; all smiling, all are happy, all love you.

You listened to their stories, laughed if it's funny, replied when asked a question, and gave advice when needed.

"You know, I think I'm gonna give him a second chance." One of your colleagues shared. "He seems sincere when he promised he'll make it up to me." Her eyes twinkled in hope.

When she cracked a joke, you laughed.

It was always like that; you listen, you give advice, you encourage -it was never the other way around. You never shared your life's stories; you never cracked jokes. There was never a time when you ranted out your problems to them because what could you possibly say?

"Wanda, guess what? My goddamned mother, who left me when I was 6, married a rich guy! And you know what that filthy witch did? She didn't tell her husband that she has a daughter. Fantastic, right? Then, after all this time she's gone, my runway-model-like sister appeared on my front door and told me our mom wants to see me. You know why? Bingo! 'Cause, she's dying!"

Another colleague of yours arrived and complimented you. You smiled and said your thanks.

"Just like in dramas, right? I'm the cold-hearted child who won't forgive her mom. Well. Yeah, that's me. I'll never forgive her, not in this lifetime."

Another colleague cracked a joke. You laughed.

"Yeah, I hope she dies and suffers in hell."

You continued to smile and laugh with the people around you. They're all happy. Even your selfish, cruel, and hypocrite of a mother became happy with her new family. Why is it as if you're the only one who can't get what you want? Why?

You're surrounded by people, but why do you feel miserably alone?

"You don't look good."

A familiar voice snaps you out of your thoughts. All heads turned towards James, who just arrived, and he stood there; frowning, worry evident in his eyes. He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards him. "If you'll excuse us."

"What's wrong?"

"What do you mean?" You asked back, still wearing your dazzling smile.

"Drop the act, doll."

In a flash, your smile vanished, and for the first time, you let him see how lonely and vulnerable you feel. You didn't care this time.

"How?" You whimpered. "How do you know? How can you see through me?"

And this was the real reason why you hated him; why you avoided him. He could see what others couldn't. He could see that your smiles are fake, that you're troubled, that you're angry, and that you're scared. James Barnes could see why you tried so damn hard to hide and that scared you.

You were scared that if he sees all of it, see you for who you really are; he would leave. But now that he knows, he's still here. Doing things you didn't expect. Doing things you didn't understand.

And when you don't understand something, you get scared.

James' warm hands came upon your face, cupping both your cheeks. The gesture comforted you, and you relished in his touch. Your peace, however, was brief, cut short by the ringing of your phone.

You took a deep breath before answering the call.

"Y/n, please. You don't have to talk to her or anything. Just see mom, please."

"I won't see her. She can die right now; she'll do me a favor if she does that." You spat, and before your half-sister could speak again, you ended the call.

"That was my half-sister. She wants me to go and see the woman who abandoned me."

"Do you wanna see her?"

You scoffed. "Yeah, right."

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"What the fuck, James! Just what the fuck!"

You let your guard down for one second, and the next thing you knew, James was on the phone with your sister, then your halfway across the city, and now, here you stood, bickering with him in a hospital corridor.

James stared at you intently. It was the look you hated, the look that penetrated through all your lies and pretense. "Tell her anything you wanna say." You glared at him, but he didn't budge. "It doesn't matter what it is; tell her to go die, tell her to fuck herself," He paused caressed your cheek. "Tell her what you want; you owe yourself that."

James reached for your hand and squeezed it tight.

"Whatever it is you tell her, good or bad when you come out of that room, I'll be here for you." He promised, then pulled you into a hug before kissing your lips. "I'll be here."

With trembling hands, you reached for the doorknob and twisted it open. You were going to see the first person who ever left you, rejected you, and abandoned you. You felt a lump in your throat.

Forgive? How do you do that? How can you forgive the person who wronged your entire existence? She was the last person you believed would never betray you, but she did. She broke your trust; she abandoned you. How could you forgive that person? You don't know how.

Funny, you thought you would break down and cry at the sight of your mother; pale, sickly, thin.

The woman opened her eyes, focusing on you. She recognized you. "Do me a favor, y/n. Don't forgive me. Hate me, y/n."

You stepped closer to her. "Why? To calm your twisted conscience? To know that even in your wake, one person is cursing you until' your death; then you'd feel sad and that would make up for the years that you were happy?"

She didn't speak for a while, and when she finally did, she said. "Yes, that's what I want."

"You're really… something." You shook your head in disbelief. "You want me to keep hating you? Sorry, but no. I won't. I won't let you do that to me."

Feeling braver than you've ever felt in your whole life. You reached out and tenderly held your mother's hand.

"Because of you, I was in misery for many years. Because of you, a lot of insecurities ate me. I won't allow you to make me suffer again. I'll be free from all the misery and insecurities your abandonment brought me." You brought her hand to your lips and placed a chaste kiss upon it. "You're not worth my hatred. I won't let you make me feel bad in any way again."

"I forgive you, mom."

You know, with all your heart, that you mean it. You let your gaze linger on her face one last time, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall. Finally, you let her go. You turned and walked away without looking back.

You're leaving the person who first left you, and you're embracing the first person to accept you -for who you truly are.

When you opened the door, you saw James standing there, waiting for you like he promised. You walked straight into his waiting arms.

"Thank you."

author's note: This series is ending soon. I wanna thank all of you lovelies for reading my first ever Bucky fic. Don't worry bc I have like a loooooot of fics lined up. Let me know if you wanna be tagged in my upcoming fics. :))

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“the date destroyer” - jj maybank

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a lovely anonymous requested: Can u do a JJ fic where the reader goes on dates with other guys a while after JJ breaks up with her (bc he thinks he doesn't deserve her) and he does everything to sabotage her dates bc he still loves her and wants her back, she still loves him too with a happy ending❤

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warning: a little bit of angst!

“I still can’t believe you were able to score two dates for this week.” Your friend said once you opened your tiny closet to look for something to wear.

“To be honest, I don’t really want to go to neither of them.” You let out a tiny sigh before letting your head get lost between your hanged clothes.

“What?! What are you saying?” You felt your friend behind you. “C’mon, y/n, get out of there.” She grabbed your arm and pulled you back. “Don’t say to me that you don’t want to go to these dates because of the blonde guy who dumped you. Y/n! He’s gone. He’s history. Forget about him.”

“How can I forget about him when he’s the best thing that happened to me this summer.”

“Hey!” Your friend gently punched your arm offended. “What about me?”

“You’re the best thing that happened to me on my life, he can’t compete with you.”

“That better be right.” Your friend said. She made you move the side to start looking for an outfit. “How about... this black shirt?” She pulled a black top that had thin straps, and it would end up right on top of your belly button. “You look hot as fuck in it.”

“Ugh. I don’t know.” You walked to your bed and let your back hit it once your jumped into it. “I can’t believe I’m going out with a Kook tonight.”

“Now, now.” Your friend walked closer to you and let her hands go next to her waist. “What do we say when we go out with Kooks?”

“Mmm. Make his pockets hurt?” You sat down on the bed to see your friend with a proud smile on her face.

“That’s my girl. Now, let’s get you ready.”

JJ was playing with his lighter while waiting for Pope to finish his shift on his dad’s store. He watched his phone to look the hour for the third time since he was starting to get impatient. The sun was gone and a little wind was already blowing welcoming the night.

He started to watch the people pass when playing with his lighter bored him. He let out a tiny sigh but when he noticed a girl he knew too well walked inside a coffee shop, his eyes went wide open and quickly got up. His heart started to beat faster when he saw you smile. But when you gave a strange guy a hug, his heart dropped to his stomach and the air was getting thicker around him. He clenched his jawline at the sight of you being that close to another guy, his hands became fists unintentionally and all he wanted to do was to walk to where you where and claimed that you were his. But you weren’t. Old JJ made sure of that.

There were those moments where he wanted to punch himself so baldly when he remembered that he broke all contact with you. The regret, there was not a single day that he didn’t thought of you. He even often had the need to go and talk to you, make everything right but when the thought of him not being enough for you... kicked everything else away.

“Hey, dude, are you there?” Pope waved his hand in front of JJ’s face to catch his attention.

“I think Y/n is on a date.” He said quickly without taking his eyes away from where you were.

“What?” Pope turned his head to where he was looking. “Oh.” He turned again to JJ. “Hey, let’s go. You don’t need to see that, c’mon.” He said but JJ shook his head.

“No, I need to go there.”

“And do what? Fight that guy because he’s going out with her? JJ, you broke up with her.”

“I know that, Pope, you don’t need to remind me.” He sounded more angry than he intended. “I’m not going to do anything, I just-”

“JJ, I know you. You always do something.” Pope let out a tiny sigh. “C’mon.”

“I mean, how can she go out with someone else? Did she get over me this quickly?” The thought of you not wanting anything with JJ made his heart skipped a beat. He didn’t want to think that. He couldn’t. It would break him even more.

“Man, it’s been more than a month. It’s time you go out there too, you know?”

“No.” He said quickly.

“Why not? You were the one who broke up with here in the first place, what happened?” Pope was staring to suspect something else was going on with JJ since he didn’t answer his question. He just stayed looking at you and the way that guy made you laugh. He missed making you laugh. The way you would punch him with a pillow when he wouldn’t stop complimenting you but at the same time couldn’t stop blushing. He really missed you. And the fact that he couldn’t do anything made him feel like shit... Or could he?

That’s when it hit him.

“I got it.” He said quickly. Pope was about to say something but JJ started walking towards you, but making sure you couldn’t see him.

The date wasn’t THAT bad. Ok, no, you were not going to lie. The guy was so boring you started to laugh at his dumb jokes to not make him feel bad. Going out with a Kook who’s only problem in life was which boat was he going to use on the day was the biggest regret of your life... That’s an exaggeration, but still, it was awful.

The only thing he liked to talk about was him and only himself. When he started to talk about a trip he took with his family and how rude some people in there were, you started to zoom away. For some reason, the memory of you and JJ’s first date came into your mind. You and him went surfing and then had a couple of beers while watching the sunset. There was not awkwardness and not a single moment that you felt uncomfortable. He made you laugh until you couldn’t breathe anymore. He seemed interested in you and your life, not like this kook... you couldn’t help the feeling of wanting him there with you.

“And I was like, if you can’t take my food to my table what kind of restaurant is this? I have to pick up my own food? That is awful!”

You slowly nodded while trying to look as interest in the story as the one before.

The guy was about to say something else when your ex-boyfriend sat down next to you on the table you were at. You widen your eyes at the surprise and your heart skipped a beat once you locked eyes with him.

“What are you doing?” You asked once you fully processed what was happening.

“Hey! Are you Y/n Y/l/n?” JJ asked with a smile while looking at you.

“What?” You asked confused.

“Because, I found you on that app... you know, that app.”

“What app?” The guy asked before turning to JJ.

“You know, the app, for free-”

“What?!” You widen your eyes at the surprise and the turned to the guy who was just as surprised as you.

“Oh, are you with one of your clients right now?” JJ asked and all you wanted to do right on that moment was punch him in the face.

“You know what? I don’t feel really comfortable being around you.” The kook said after getting up from his chair. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. You do you! I’ll see you. Or not. I don’t know.” He started to walk away while you stayed there with your mouth slightly open still processing what just happened.

“Your welcome.” JJ said with a smile before getting up and walking out of the shop.

Once you were able to come back to reality and finally understand what the hell just happened, you quickly got up and walked outside to follow JJ.

“Hey! What the actual fuck JJ!?” You yelled and that made JJ turned around.

“I saved you. It looked like you were having a terrible time with that Kook.”

“Saved me?! What the fuck?! I don’t need to be saved by you!” You pointed at him. Once you were close to him, the little smile that JJ had on his face went away completely. He looked down at your lips and then back at your eyes. He noticed you were still angry at him and waiting for him to say something. But the words that he didn’t want to say came out of his mouth.

“Seriously Y/n? How can you go out with a Kook in less than two months than we broke up?” He asked softly.

You furrowed your eyebrows confused and felt how some tears wanted to come out of your eyes. “We? We? We didn’t broke up. You broke up with me. You left me. You decided to leave me. You broke everything that we had. I had to pick up every little piece that you destroyed and when I finally come up with the courage to go out again you come here and tell me that it’s wrong that I’m going out?! How fucking dare you?”

“Y/n-”

“Save it JJ.” You weren’t able to hold it anymore, a single tear was going down your cheek.

He hated seeing you cry. He got the need to wrap you around his arms and hold you tightly. But he was the one who was causing this. Him and his stupid insecurities and shitty thoughts. He hated himself for that.

You were feeling so angry and sad that you couldn’t control the words that were coming out of your mouth. “And you know what? Tomorrow I have another date, and I’m going to enjoy it. And you know where? At the beach. Yeah, at our favorite place to have dates. Remember that? You broke that. And I still don’t know why.” The tears were going even faster on your cheeks. He felt the need to cry harder and harder every minute. “Don’t tell me what is wrong and what is not. Because you don’t know, apparently.”

You turned around leaving JJ behind. You felt a nod in your throat when your words were playing in your head. But he was the one who broke you first. He didn’t want you. He made that clear.

JJ felt his heart beating faster than ever. He wanted to come clean, tell you how he felt, but the way you talked to him, made him realize that he definitely broke the possibility of you forgiving him, ever.

“Oh, really? that’s so cool!” You said to the guy after he told you about a time he almost did a handstand on his board while riding a wave.

“Yeah! Well, I almost broke my neck so I never tried it again.” He let out a tiny laugh.

You were trying. Trying so hard to forget the words you said to JJ. But they kept playing on your head like a broke DVD. “And you know where? At the beach. Yeah, at our favorite place to have dates. Remember that? You broke that.” You wanted him there with you, more than ever. You wanted to hear his laugh, hear his stupid and dirty jokes... but you knew that he clearly didn’t want to be there with you.

You let out a sigh trying to control the tears wanting to come out. You swallowed before letting out a tiny smile and nodding while the guy was still going on and on about his adventures on the water. You loved surfing, but the fact that the guy wouldn’t stop talking about, you never wanted to leave someone behind so fast.

“Y/n!” You heard someone calling your name so you turned around confused, but when JJ’s ice cream fell “accidentally” on your shirt, you opened your mouth at the surprise. “I’m so sorry!”

“JJ! What the fuck?!”

“Are you alright?” The guy asked.

“Hey! We better go and clean that up before it gets too cold, we don’t want you catching a cold, do we?” JJ gently grabbed your but you quickly moved it away walking towards the public bathroom at the beach.

“Hey! I’ll be right back!” You yelled to the guy who nodded with a smile. You noticed JJ following you so you rolled your eyes. “JJ, stop following me.”

“I want to make sure you’re ok.”

“I am! Now go away!” You walked through the door of the ladies bathroom expecting for JJ to not follow you inside, but seconds later, he was there with you. “JJ, you can’t be here!”

“No one is here!”

You let out sigh before going to the sinks and starting to wet your shirt and trying to clean it.

“Let me help you...” JJ said softly next to you.

“No! I got it.” You threw the paper you used to dry it off on the trash before going to back to the sinks and letting your hands rest of them and your head look at the floor.

“JJ.” You said softly. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“I’m not doing anything.”

You turned to him. “Stop with the bullshit. Yesterday the thing about the app and now this, what’s up with you?” He swallowed and then looked down at the floor. His heart started to beat faster and faster when he heard you walking closer to him. “JJ, you broke up with me-”

“I know that! I know!” He yelled after looking back up at you.

You quickly stopped. “Then what are you doing?! I don’t get you! You told me the day that we broke up that you didn’t want to see me anymore, that it was not going to work out, and now you purposely ruin my dates?! Why JJ?! Can you explain that to me because I’m going crazy here!”

“I can’t Y/n!”

“Why not?!” You were starting to get more frustrated than angry. The way JJ was acting made you so confused. You felt like he didn’t want to see you happy.

“Because I still love you! I never stopped loving you! I fucking broke up with you because every time that we went out I felt that I didn’t fucking deserved you! I wanted to take you on so many dates and I didn’t have the money! I wanted to make you happy but I have such a shitty life that I couldn’t! I love so much but you need someone else, someone that’s going to give you the life that you deserve!” He let out a big breath that he was holding. Everything was out. Everything that bothered him was out and you knew it. His heart was beating fast and some tears were coming down his cheeks while he started to bit his lower lip embarrassed of his sudden confession.

You stood there surprised at his words. You never imagined he felt that way. You thought how can someone make you so happy and not even know it, you wanted him to know it. You walked closer to him and gently grabbed his wet cheeks. He looked at you and your little smile on your face.

“JJ, you know the only thing that I thought on both of those dates?” He slowly shook his head. “That I wanted you there. There’s not a single guy that makes me laugh and have fun like you.” Your voice cracked once tears started to come out of your eyes. “You make me feel so special, so loved... fuck fancy dates. Fuck going out to dinner. You and me, surfing and having some beers after, it’s all I need. It doesn’t matter what I’m doing as long as I have you on my side... JJ, I fucking love you. More than anything. You make me so happy. You bring our the best in me.” You took a deep breath. Since he wasn’t moving, you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer to yours. That’s all you wanted to feel. His body against yours.

“I’m better when I’m with you, Y/n.” He said against your shoulder.

You broke the hug and locked eyes with him. But then noticed that in your shirt you had a little bit of ice cream left, so you grabbed it with your finger and left it on JJ’s face. “That’s for thinking that I don’t deserve you.” He let out a smile. “How about you and me, tomorrow morning, surfing?”

”It’s a date.” He softly said.

“Yeah, but don’t ruin this one, please.” You said jokingly and he let out a tiny laugh.

“Don’t worry, I promise to never, never fuck things up with you, ever again.”

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okaybutlikeimagine · 4 years

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Imagine Max having a fight with Neil because he doesn't want her to see Billy, and she goes to the Hopper family's new house asking if she can stay for the night because she doesn't want to go back home to her stepfather. And then imagnie Neil coming to knock at the door to take Max back, also scaring Billy. And maybe Hop and Joyce will put him in his place.

Hey hun, are you trying to kill both me AND Neil??????? And I say Neil bc Neil is gonna die at the hands of Hop & Joyce if he keeps doing this BULLSHIT. fuck neil.

(i swear you’re all trying to kill me and put Hop in jail but i love y’all for it so it’s fine ♥)

okay so it’s almost dinner time and Billy is walking past the front door to go to the kitchen and help Jonathan get some plates down when someone knocks on the door. He detours the couple of steps it takes to get to the door and swings it open, face unamused until a flash of red is rushing towards him, aimed straight for his chest and making solid contact. It catches Billy off guard, throwing his hands out and fully prepared to push the incoming attacker off when he realizes how small this person is and how warm and are they hugging me? And…

“Max?”

“Can I stay here?” She asks, voice distant and muffled in Billy’s chest. He doesn’t know what to say, just takes another step back so he can close the door and keep the cold out.

“What’s wrong with you, brat?” He asks, patting Max’s shoulder while also lightly pushing her away. He loves her, yeah, but they were never like… affectionate with each other. They never hug or anything, it’s usually light punches and playful shoves.

“Can I say?” She asks again, pulling away and catching eyes with Joyce, who’s standing in the doorway to see who just walked in.

“Hello there, sweetie! What’re you doing here? Would you like to stay for dinner?”

“Yes please.” Max says, rolling her board underneath her foot and over to the corner. Billy didn’t even notice it when she first walked in.

so she skated here.

She smoothes her hair down a little bit and walks over to find Will and El and tell them dinner is almost ready.

Billy doesn’t trust it.

Bc he knows his kid sister. Knows she’s never this frazzled. Knows she only avoids answering when the answer is gonna make Billy mad and that’s a problem bc… Billy’s calmer now. At least, he’s getting calmer. And the only things that would make Billy really mad are things that are serious and if something serious happened he needs to fucking know.

He forgoes helping Jonathan with the dishes to follow Max down the hall.

“Max!” El yells, wrapping Max in a hug and pulling her into her room in a flurry of giggles.

“Max is here?” Hop calls from the front door, where he’s shucking off his coat and hanging his hat.

“Yeah, I dunno why though.”

“Does there have to be a reason?” Hop asks on a chuckle, heading over to Joyce to give her a kiss.

Billy shrugs, looking down the hall unamused.

“Something’s wrong. She skated here in the dark.”

“Wait a second, she skated here?” Joyce asks, pulling away from Hop to give Billy a serious look.

“Her board’s in the corner.” Billy nods over to it. “And she left in the middle of dinner.”

Hop looks confused.

“Dinner is always at 6:30. On the dot.” He nods to the clock, which shows it’s barely 7. “Why’d she leave in the middle of dinner?”

Joyce gives Hop a serious look, prompting him to call the girls in. They come running in a flurry of little feet and humming.

“What’s up kid? Something wrong?” Hop asks seriously.

Max’s brow furrows.

“No. Nothing’s wrong.” Her energy falls. Billy sees it; crosses his arms.

“Sure about that?”

Max hits him with a glare, but it falters. She’s guilty- she’s never been able to keep her glare when she’s guilty.

She nods through a pout. Billy sits in his other hip.

“Really?” Billy asks again. “Because we made a promise when I moved out. You’re not breaking it, are you?”

He leans down a bit to look her more square in the eyes. He can see it- she’s nervous.

When Billy left he made her promise, absolutely promise, that if Neil did anything to her, she’d tell him and he’d get Neil put in jail. (“I’m living with the Chief of Police now.” He had said, swiping at a tear on Max’s red-with-anger cheek. She had swatted his hand away.)

“No it’s fine.” Max says, growling just a bit before pulling El with her to the dinner table to set out the plates.

Joyce looks nervous, Hop exhausted, Billy frustrated to high hell as he watches Max work to get the seat next to him.

And dinner is normal- pleasant even. It usually is with Max. Everyone in the house likes her. She’s funny and she has good manners and she’s good company.

But then-

There’s a knock at the door.

Billy pushes his chair back to get it, being the closest to the door.

“Wait!” Max calls, worry in her eyes that settles a pit in Billy’s stomach.

“What?”

“Uh… don’t. You shouldn’t-”

“It’s fine, sweetie, it’s just the door.” Joyce assures as Billy heads over, each step feeling like he’s walking to his grave for some undefinable reason. He reaches for the handle with some kind of strange worry in his heart, like he already knows who’s on the other side. He thinks he might. He thinks-

He swings the door open to find a man with a square jaw and a heavy brow.

“William.”

Billy’s heart lurches. It takes all of his strength to stand still, pissed as hell to see this man at the front door of his new home. He squares his shoulders, ready to tell the man to leave and shut the door on his face when-

Neil takes a heavy step forward, buttoning the intimidating gesture up with a crack of his right knuckles and Billy-

Billy’s scared. He takes a step back and feels his face flush red with embarrassment that he may never be able to stand up to this stupid man.

Heavier footsteps tell him Hop is coming up behind him.

“Hargrove.” Hop rumbles, putting a large, warm hand on Billy’s shoulder to pull him back behind him. Neil doesn’t let his eyes off Billy until he has to. Billy takes a few steps away, heart racing in anger and fear and embarrassment and anger goddamnit anger.

Joyce rubs his back and pushes him gently towards the dining room where Max is curled up in El’s embrace before she runs to Billy.

“I’m sorry Billy I’m sorry I tried to tell you not to go to the door I didn’t…” She hiccups, dry heaving. “I didn’t think he’d come here I- I…”

Billy pulls her in hard, crushing her in a hug to get rid of all of this feeling bubbling up inside of him.

“You brat.” He mumbles, hitting her shoulder slightly harder than friendly. “I told you to tell me.” He pulls her away by her shoulders and bends down to look at her. “Now what happened.”

Her face is switching back and forth from fear to anger to sadness and back again.

“He… he told me I couldn’t come here anymore. He said he didn’t want me seeing you because…. And… fuck him.” She buries her head in his chest again. El and Will come to her side, hugging her from behind to try to soak up the sadness and all the anxiety.

And over by the front door is an angry Neil standing in front of an even angrier Hop and Joyce, Jonathan standing in the doorway to the dining room to make sure the kids and Billy don’t come out or even see the man standing at the entrance to their house. He’s livid inside, seeing Billy’s father but hearing his own.

“You’re not welcome here.” Hop growls, arms crossed, looking big.

Neil chuckles something menacing.

“I’m just looking for my daughter. Do you know where she is?”

Joyce is boiling, ready to strike.

“She’s safe.” Hop assures.

“That’s not what I asked.”

Joyce is going to punch somebody. Hop takes a step forward, pushing Neil back out of the doorway.

“She’s safe. That’s all you should be asking.”

“I don’t want her here. Is she here.”

“Look.” Hop growls, stepping forward again, Joyce joining him at his side. “That little girl is like family to us, and if something happens to her or she feels unsafe for any reason, then I can guarantee I’ll be the first to know. I’m the Chief of Police, and being Chief of Police and living here my whole life, I have a lot of knowledge that I like to use. Like laws… regulations… good places to hide bodies.”

Jonathan chuckles quietly from his spot in the doorway.

Neil is shrinking, jaw set in something that’s probably supposed to be intimidating but looks more like a child.

“Do you understand me?”

Neil is red with anger.

“She’s my responsibility.” He grumbles and that’s what breaks Joyce.

“Then act responsible! And acting responsible means taking care of kids, not scaring them away or treating them like objects! That little girl is a good kid and so is that boy you tormented for years and you don’t deserve either of them! So until you don’t stop acting like a jackass and start acting like a good, responsible parent, that child is going to want nothing to do with you! And I swear, if you so much as lay a finger on her head or that boy’s head you’re going to wish Hop had got to you first after I’m done with you!”

Joyce is shaking with fury, glaring up into the square face of a man who looks more scared than he does irritated now. He sends a glare to Hop, who reaches down onto his belt to finger at the pocketknife he always keeps attached to his belt, and turns around to get in his car and head back home.

Hop shuts the door loudly as Neil drives off, him and Joyce out of breath from their anger.

They turn to see Jonathan with a proud look on his face.

“Fuck that guy.” He says, and earns a stern finger in his face for it.

“Language!” Joyce chastises him.

Jonathan chuckles and throws his hands into the air in defeat. “Sorry mom.”

And Max is allowed to stay, sticking by Billy’s side for most of the night as the family watches TV and eats dessert. And Joyce hugs Max real big and loudly, telling her she’s always so happy to have her here. She hugs Billy a little later, more subtly and quietly, telling him she’s glad to share a home with him. Billy’s heart falters as he hugs back.

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mbti-notes · 4 years

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Hello. I am an infp. One of my best friends suddenly stopped contacting me, always postponing our meet up, telling me he doesn't have time to meet anyone (but i see and hear from other ppl that he meets frequently other friends). It is obvious that he suddenly doesn't want to see me anymore. I asked him if i did sth wrong but he said all is fine he is just stressed. And then i felt guilty and apologized. It's going on since three months. And we used to see each other (1/3)

[con’t: nearly every day and texted each other a lot. When i saw him briefly once he acted normal in front me. I didn't ask him again bc I didn't want to push him if he is stressed. But I know I need to tell him all of this. But i am scared that i'll guilt trip him and he'll only hang out with me bc he feels guilty. I'd never want that. I feel like I need to accept that I lost a great friend, who understood me, to whom I've talked nearly every day, whom I felt extremely close to. And it's very hard. I cry every day, sometimes multiple times a day, if sth reminds me of him I immediately think of the great time we had and get tears in my eyes. Sometimes I get very angry at him even though I know he is free to hang out with whoever he wants and I would never push him to spend time with me. How can I learn to deal with this pain and accept it? How should I talk to him? (if it ever happens). He is an ENFP. Thank you for your time. Your blog is very helpful to me!]

This is a very tough situation. There’s a lot going on here, so let me make several points for you to reflect on:

1) Uncertainty: You should NOT make major judgments or decisions about something as important as the future of a friendship without enough information. You’ve hastily stitched together a narrative with only a smattering of details, filling in the blanks with your own worries and insecurities. In other words, you may be jumping to conclusions. An important part of friendship is trust, which means that you have to take a friend at their word. If he says he’s busy/stressed, then you believe him, right? If you’re going to doubt someone, it should be for a very sound factually based reason. Perhaps he has good reason to meet with all those other people and not you - you don’t know. There is a possibility that you’re right, but you can’t draw that conclusion with only circumstantial evidence. Does he have a history of being dishonest? ENFPs that have not yet developed Fi loyalty and integrity tend to be major flakes, even casually using and discarding people. Does that apply to him? If yes, then you’re better off without him. However, if he’s been nothing but a good friend to you, then an about-face is strange and there should be a reason behind it. The main point is that there’s a lot you don’t know about his reasoning, and it’s not a good idea to assume. Before you try to “accept” something, you should know whether it’s the truth.

2) Communication: A good relationship must have open and honest communication for both parties to operate on the same page. This is the only way to ensure that you’re not jumping to the wrong conclusions. It may be the case that he is sincere in claiming that he’s too busy/stressed. It may be the case that he is just making excuses and hiding the real reason why he doesn’t want to see you. You don’t know the truth, which means that you must get the truth in order to obtain closure on this situation. To avoid guilting someone, take responsibility for your feelings and be authentic, rather than approaching communication with an attitude of blame, accusation, or demand. Let him know that you miss seeing him, that you’re sad about not spending much time together, and that you’re a little worried that he doesn’t want to hang out with you anymore (i.e. confess your insecurity). Then, ASK FOR THE TRUTH. If, as you say, the friendship is already “over”, then what do you have to lose by confronting him? Let him know that, even if it hurts, you want to know the truth about whether he still wants to be as close as before (because it’s better than living in an endless cycle of hope and disappointment, crying multiple times a day, is it not?) In order to get the truth from someone, you have to get really real and make it clear to them that you can handle it. Can you, though? Is this the kind of relationship where you can be totally real with each other? If no, then it’s not as close as you thought and perhaps not worth salvaging? If yes, then get real with each other... then you can negotiate exactly how often to see each other such that both parties can feel more at ease.

3) Insecurity: Insecurity in relationships is often related to overdependence. Why do you rely so much on this one friend for emotional support, to the point that you’re crying over it like a romantic breakup? Should you not have a support NETWORK rather than putting all of your eggs in one basket. Relying on only one person for all of your support places a lot of unspoken pressure on them to always be there for you. That sort of pressure is enough to scare some people away, especially EPs, as they don’t like to feel tied down by huge responsibilities. Some people can barely handle that kind of pressure in a romantic relationship, let alone a friendship that’s supposed to be defined as more “casual” in nature. In a fast moving society, friendships naturally come and go because people are always on the go. Are you able to go with that flow? You would be more able to if you had more than one friend to lean on. There is a possibility that you’ve unwittingly made the relationship more serious than he can handle by depending on him too much, as this is a common problem for INFPs. Do you have a pattern of doing this? Are insecurity and overdependence recurring problems for you? If yes, they should be addressed as part of your personal development. It’s important for aux Ne development that you are able to make friends with a wide variety of people, so don’t limit yourself unnecessarily and to your own detriment.

#infp #infp relationships #friendship #insecurity #dependence #social skills #communication #ask

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spookysanta · 5 years

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Hold Me (g.d.)

Summary: (Y/N) is going through some things, and her best friend and room mate calls (Y/N)’s boyfriend to ease her mind.

Pairing: Grayson DolanxReader

WARNINGS: i would say it’s sad but like???????? it’s really not bc my writing is ass

Drabble #18: “It’s okay to cry.” (thank you @honoretshoney for the request!!)

HOLY PISS I AM SO BEHIND ON DRABBLES THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOR WEEKS

(did you see what i did for my lil comment ^? “holy piss i am red” lmaooooo i hate myself bye)

UNEDITED

(photo not mine)

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“What do you think it is?” Her best friend and roommate asked the girl’s boyfriend. “I mean, it’s been three days, and I haven’t seen her.”

“Really?” The girl’s boyfriend replied in shock as he took the exit on the Los Angeles freeway.

“Yes, really. And I’ve been camping out on the couch all week.”

“And why are you camping out on the couch when you live in a three-bedroom house?”

“Because I started watching Big Mouth and I wanted to watch it on the tv in the living room! Next thing I know, I’ve finished both seasons and it’s been three days— and I haven’t seen (Y/N) one time.”

The girl’s boyfriend sighed, turning onto the familiar street with a stony expression. “Hm.” He hummed as he pulled into the hilly driveway that he hated, but loved at the same time— only because the girl that lived in the house past the driveway owned his heart and soul. “I’m here. Come outside and help me.”

“Help you with what?” Her best friend asked. “You’re the man, you’re the king of “dad shit”. Why am I helping you?”

“Because I went grocery shopping because you don’t have fuckin’ food in your house. And I know that because when I was over there on Saturday, there wasn’t any fucking food. And now it’s fucking Thursday, and guess what? I bet you every dollar to my name that there isn’t any fucking food in your house but Cap’n Crunch and Ben and Jerry’s ice cream.”

“You... are an ass.” The girl’s best friend cackled. “I’m coming, hold on.”

“Hurry your ass up.” He hung up the phone and turned off his car, getting out and opening the backseat. The girl’s best friend walked clumsily out of her house and stumbled to the car. “Hey.”

“Hey. Pass me bags, it’s fucking cold out here.” She shuddered in the midst of the 65 degree air.

“It— it isn’t cold, but fine. Take these.” He handed her three bags and he carried the rest. He followed her into the house and set the bags down on the kitchen counter. She started to unload the bags when he stopped her. “I got it, don’t worry.”

“No, no, no. You need to go see her, I got it.” She patted him on the shoulder. “Go.”

He shoved his chocolate bown hair out of his face and rushed out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Knocking on her bedroom door, he then turned the knob. “Baby?” He asked almost above a whisper. He hadn’t heard from her in a few days, which isn’t abnormal; they’ve got their individual lives to live.

But the situation in which (Y/BFF/N) described made him worried; he never had known his girlfriend to be the kind of person to just... isolate herself.

“Go away.” He heard her angelic voice mumble tiredly from underneath her bedsheets.

“(Y/BFF/N) told me you’ve been having a rough couple days, and I just was here to check on you.” He walked farther into her bedroom, his steps in his Doc Marten shoes silenced by her fluffy brown carpet. He sat timidly on the edge of her bed, placing a calloused hand on one of her sheet-covered calves. She moved her leg from his touch. “Is something wrong?”

“No.” She scooted farther into her bed, completely covering her head with her bedsheets. “I don’t want company.”

“Not even me?”

“No.”

He sighed, pondering for a moment about hist next actions. Then he stood up and took off his shoes, shirt and jeans, lifting her bedsheets and getting into bed next to her—much to her dismay. “Get out!” She exclaimed, shoving him off her bed with all her might.

“No. Not until you tell me what’s wrong with you.” He grabbed her angry body and pulled her in towards him. She shuffled away, frowning at how close he tried to force her to be. “Tell me.”

“I just... ugh,” She groaned as she gathered her thoughts into coherent sentences. “I’m just so fucking stressed. And if I talk about it, I’m gonna cry.”

“It is okay to cry, y’know. Everyone does it-- even me, sometimes.” He said with a shrug. “So talk to me, and if you cry--”

“And if I cry.. you’ll be there to hold me?”

“Of course.”

“Ugh. Okay.”

“Alright,” he nodded. “what’s got you so stressed out?”

“College, and work, and being a fucking adult. And it doesn’t help that I don’t see you when I want to because now you work all the time.” She stopped for a moment. “And on top of that, I feel like I’m some-sort of burden to you.”

“To me?”

“Yeah.”

“Why would you think that?”

“Because I’m so needy! I ask for things and you give them to me. You provide for me, buy my groceries, pay for my hair and nails, you go out of your way to put gas in my car, and—“

“So you don’t like those things?” He asked for clarification. “Because I don’t remember anyone sounding this angry for getting free food and gas.”

“It’s not that I’m angry, okay? You just do so much for me, and I have nothing to give to you in return. And I’m trying to work and work to pay you back for all the things you do for me, but I can’t.”

“Who told you to do that?”

“I—“

“No. Who told you that you had to pay me back?”

“No-one, but—“

“But nothing. You don’t need to do all that for me, okay? I do all those things because I love you.”

“Okay, but I feel like I’m using up all your money.”

“So you mean to tell me that you’ve been holed up in your room for three days... because you’re guilty about me spoiling you? No disrespect, but it’s my money. All I use it for is taxes and bills-- what else am I gonna spend it on, if I have all I need? If I like buying you shit and doing things for you, I’m gonna. And you’re not paying me back.”

“But--”

“But nothing. This is the one time in our relationship so far that I’m gonna tell you that I don’t care what you you have to say.” He grunted. “Moving on, next subject.”

“Well, I just have so much on my plate.” She sighed, feeling like she was going to burst into a fit of tears in any second. “It’s work and college, and I miss my family and my friends, and I don't see you like I want to anymore, and nothing for me has been going right recently and I just can’t take it anymore!” Warm tears ran down her brown face, her body shaking as she finally confessed the thoughts that had been wracking her brain over the last week.

“Oh, baby.” He pulled her into his arms and engulfed her in his warmth, making her regret her initial hesitation to even let him in her bedroom. But now he’s glad that she eventually did, because her fit of tears were heavy, and he could tell by the way that she way bawling in his arms that she’d had those feelings for awhile. “Why didn’t you tell me these things?” He cooed into her ear.

“B-Because I just.. I-I didn’t know how, and I didn't want you to do the “I told you so” thing.” She blubbered, sobbing more into his black t-shirt.

“Why would I do that?”

“Because I’m all stressed about work and you told me when I moved here that I didn’t have to work if I didn’t want to.”

“Well, I was right wasn't I?” He chuckled as he heard a groan emit from her. “I didn't say it.”

“Shut up.”

He rubbed her back soothingly and pressed warm pecks on her forehead and cheeks, making sure that she felt his love in any way that he knew to pass it to her. “Are you better now?” He'd asked after a few more minutes of her quiet sobbing and sniffling.

He felt a faint nod against his hard chest, and then heard an “mhm.”

“Good.” He put his lips back by her ear, kissing the cartilage sweetly. “You know you can tell me anything, right? You don't have to go through these things alone.”

“I know, you’re just so busy, and--”

“Doesn't matter.” He replied pointedly. “If you’re going through something, big or small, let me know. Let me help you and be there for you.”

She finally let out a deep breath. That exhale felt like it had been stuck in her chest for days, and to have that gust of air set free made her feel a lot better than she did before. “Okay,” she agreed.

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