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brbsoulnomming · 7 months

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Tell Me Sweet Little Lies Part 20

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Robin and Steve shower together the next morning.

And that's - fine, it's fine.

He was right about Steve being a resourceful guy, it seems, because he can faintly hear the sound of smacking and giggling and an oh my God before he finishes getting dressed and books it out of Steve's bedroom. He doesn't have to feel guilty about preventing them from their celebratory activities anymore, at least, and he just -

He just won't think about it.

It doesn't matter what he wants, or what he thinks he might be able to have. It matters that he wants to be in this party, that he wants to keep Steve and Robin, and you can't have two romantic soulmates, it's just not -

"What?" he mutters viciously to himself. "It's just not done? When have you ever cared about that?"

When it comes to this, apparently. Maybe you can have two romantic soulmates, maybe Steve wouldn't mind, but Eddie, well. Eddie can't, and there's too many other things he needs to deal with right now to be able to focus on figuring out what the gut feeling that it'd be a disaster really means.

He gets coffee started for them instead, makes himself a bowl of oatmeal, and his knee is only bouncing in agitation a little when Steve and Robin come down to the kitchen.

Steve notices it immediately, because of course he does. "You worried about telling your uncle?"

Eddie grimaces. "Worried about a lot of things right now, man, it's getting to be kind of a list."

Steve tips his head. "Eh, fair."

Robin hums as she pours herself a cup of coffee. "Want to talk about it?"

He opens his mouth to immediately decline, then pauses, actually considering that. No way in hell is he going to try to process anything related to their soulmate arrangement with them, but… everything else? Yeah, he could actually see that.

"Not right now," he says finally. "I'm gonna have enough talking to do with Uncle Wayne later."

They don't push him. Instead, they eat breakfast together, with Robin's foot pressed up against his and Steve's hand on his knee. He kind of wants to say something about it, but he doesn't know whether what comes out of his mouth will be a thank you or a joke to try to brush it off, and he's honestly not sure he wants to draw attention to it.

Eddie's always been all easy, casual physical contact, hands gripping shoulders and arms slung around his friends and playful shoves or nudges, but this is -

This isn't loud and boisterous and purposefully over the top, this is quiet and sincere and done almost on instinct.

It's strange, how different it feels.

And how much it works to calm him down, despite both of them being the source of one of his swirls of chaotic thoughts.

After breakfast, Robin hugs him goodbye and they head out. Steve's going to pick Dustin up, drop Robin off at the high school, and then hopefully come back with Uncle Wayne. The rest of the hoard is making themselves scarce today, so Eddie doesn't have an audience for seeing his uncle again.

He'd been a little surprised that there wasn't an argument about looping his uncle in, but Nancy had pointed out that if they didn't tell him something soon, his insistence on putting up missing person fliers was likely to put some kind of pressure on the police to pursue Eddie's case more.

Eddie'd been all for not having a gaggle of teenagers around for this before, but now that he's alone, just waiting - look, he might not want an audience when he has to ask his uncle if he hates him now, but he kind of wants one in the leading up to it so he doesn't have to keep thinking about all the different possible ways this is going to go.

Logically, he knows that Uncle Wayne isn't going to hate him. He stopped doubting the love his uncle had for him a long time ago. Jesus knows Eddie's tested him in so many ways since then, but it's never been this.

It's never been a dead girl in their living room, and Eddie no where to be found.

Even if he doesn't think Eddie did it - Eddie still just left, just left him to deal with all of that, and then he went back and helped destroy their home a little more, made sure it was really uninhabitable.

He wouldn't blame his uncle for having some misgivings about everything, about him.

Eddie's not sure how long he's been sitting there when he hears the unmistakable sound of his uncle's truck. It's a sound he's heard almost every day since he was twelve, usually when he was blearily shoving cereal into his mouth or burrowing deeper in his blankets to steal just a little bit more sleep. It's always been accompanied by the crunch of gravel, first under the tires and then from Uncle Wayne's footsteps, and hearing it pull smoothly into the Harrington driveway now feels almost as otherworldly as that first trip into the Upside Down.

He's been in a little bit of a bubble, here. He doesn't feel like he's being overly dramatic when he thinks that the last time he heard his uncle's truck, he was a different person than he is now, and those two lives colliding is kind of a head trip.

His hands are trembling a little, and he stands up partly just for something to do, something other than sit there.

What if this is it? What if this is finally the thing that's too much, what if Eddie finally went too far, after all these years? There's a lot of things that he knows his uncle has forgiven him for, but a murder charge is asking an awful lot, what if he -

His uncle comes into view.

Steve is saying something, and there's some kind of response from Dustin, but Eddie can't hear any of it.

"Hi Uncle Wayne," he manages to get out.

Uncle Wayne drops the boxes he'd been carrying. They must have been empty, because there's barely a sound as they hit the floor, but Eddie doesn't really care, because his uncle is striding across the room in long, purposeful steps. He's there between one breath and the next, strong arms wrapped around Eddie as he pulls him into the kind of hug he hasn't done since Eddie got too tall to be tucked in under his chin.

His uncle's breath hitches, and it hits him that he's crying, and oh, fuck, that does Eddie in completely. He clings to him, trying his best to stifle his own sobs, hearing them come out in little hiccuping gasps anyway.

"We'll, uh, just go start loading things," he hears Steve say, and he registers the sound of footsteps walking away and the garage door opening and closing, but it just makes him hold onto his uncle tighter.

Somehow, they find their way to the couch, and then Eddie does have to pull away. He's healing up nicely, but there isn't a good angle for him to stay in his uncle's hold for much longer without something hurting.

Uncle Wayne notices it, of course, and his eyes scan over Eddie as they sit down. Eddie watches him register the dark sweats, the gray sweatshirt - neither of which are his, obviously - then move back up to his face.

"Are you hurt?" Uncle Wayne asks.

"I'm healing up," Eddie replies. "It, uh. It's kind of a long story. And a pretty unbelievable one."

Uncle Wayne raises his eyebrows. "Son, they've been trying to tell me that you hurt that girl and those other kids. No matter what you have to tell me, it's never going to be more unbelievable than that."

Tears sting at Eddie's eyes again, and he has to look down to try to get himself under control enough that he can actually talk.

Then he tells him.

Not everything - there's a lot of stuff that happened before spring break that he still isn't super clear on, and some things that aren't his to tell, but he gets out the basics. Hawkins Lab doing shady things, how they've been behind the strange deaths and the mall burning down, the existence of the Upside Down, the real story behind the Creels, that it was Henry Creel behind the deaths. The NDAs that the party had to sign, how everything's been covered up. How the others found him hiding, looked after him, looped him into everything. Nancy's vision, their plan to stop it, how it only half worked. Steve getting injured, Steve getting the others to stand up for him at the town hall meeting, Steve carrying him out of the Upside Down, Steve having him stay here to recover and stay hidden - so much of Steve that he has to clamp his mouth closed when he catches himself, cheeks flushed.

Uncle Wayne looks at him for a long moment. "Anything else you want to tell me?"

Eddie groans. There's no way his uncle doesn't already know, he clearly just wants to make Eddie say it. "Steve's my soulmate. Platonic soulmate," he adds quickly. "Steve's got two, and he's already found his romantic soulmate."

Uncle Wayne's brows draw down a little, like he's not sure if he should be concerned about that or not.

"It's okay," Eddie says without thinking, then has a brief moment of panic before he realizes it's not a lie. "It's okay," he says again. "I, uh. It's been good here. You know, apart from all the stitches and hiding from the police and not knowing if you were okay."

Uncle Wayne huffs out a disbelieving little laugh. "Oh, apart from that, huh?"

"Sorry about the trailer," Eddie says, very quietly.

"Oh, son," Uncle Wayne murmurs gruffly, reaching out to grip his shoulder and give him a gentle shake. "Now that I know you're okay, there's not a single thing in there that I can't afford to be without, all right?"

Eddie nods, afraid he'll sound too choked up if he says anything.

"I'm glad you're doing good here," Uncle Wayne says. "The fuss has died down, with the earthquake and all, but that Carver kid's got a small handful of diehards who're looking to stir up trouble."

Eddie grimaces. "Do me a favor and don't tell Steve that?"

His uncle raises one brow. "You trying to hide stuff from your soulmate?"

"It's not that I want to, it's just… Steve's protective. He's already saying that he won't claim his soulmate rights if I get found out before they work out a plan, that he'll go with me to prove I'm telling the truth."

Uncle Wayne frowns. "And you don't want him to?"

Eddie huffs out a laugh, dry and humorless. "I don't think the truth is going to matter to them much if they don't have someone else ready to blame them on, and I don't want Steve to go through that for nothing."

His uncle gives a thoughtful little hum. "You ask me, seems like Steve doesn't think it'd be for nothing."

Ugh, he should have known his uncle would be on Steve's side. He can't honestly say he minds, considering their side is the side that wants to get Eddie's name cleared, but still. "Yeah, well, like I said, Steve's just protective."

"Just protective." Uncle Wayne raises one eyebrow. "You gonna look me in the eye and tell me it ain't because that boy cares about you?"

Eddie can feel himself flushing almost immediately. Well, yeah. It's obvious Steve cares about him. They haven't dropped any kind of words about it yet - he doesn't think either of them are ready to actually say it, or to hear it - but Steve's actions kind of speak for themselves, and Eddie hopes that his own actions have done the same.

"No," Eddie admits. "I'm not going to tell you that."

He fiddles with the straps on his wrist brace, and his uncle - always able to figure out when there's something more going on - waits patiently.

"It's not my story to tell," Eddie says finally. "But Steve has been through a lot. He says it'd be fine, and I know he believes that, but - he also sat there with a straight face and told me he knows how to take a beating and keep going, and he'd rather it be him than any of us."

Surprise colors Uncle Wayne's expression for a moment, and then something in his eyes goes tight. Eddie recognizes that look. It's something like the one he'd gotten when he found out something that happened to Eddie - usually something that his dad taught him, or the handful of times his mom had gotten so drunk he'd had to watch over her in the bathroom, or the times he'd almost had a deal go bad. The things that his uncle's always said no kid should have to go through.

"This has been happening since 83," Eddie admits quietly. "They've all been dealing with this alone."

His uncle twists to look at the garage door for a long moment before turning back. "You call me if you get found," he says, more serious than Eddie's ever seen him. "You hear me? I'll be right there with the both of you."

Eddie swallows roughly, nodding.

"Promise me," Uncle Wayne insists. "No matter what it is, no matter what kind of thing happens - you call me. None of you are alone."

It takes Eddie a moment to get his voice back, but then he manages to get out, "I promise."

He'll have to talk it over with the others, of course, but he's pretty sure Steve and Robin are already on board, and he's got confidence that the three of them can convince the rest of the party.

Which is, admittedly, a little bit of a trip - that he's part of a monster hunting group now, that when he thinks about deciding as a party it's real. Ridiculously, that gets a little bit of a smile tugging at his lips.

Uncle Wayne looks closely at him. "What's going on in that head of yours?"

"We're not alone anymore, either," he says, hears it come out almost shy, and makes a face at himself. "Just, uh. They've kind of decided I belong to them, and I'm not going to be the one to tell Nancy Wheeler or Erica Sinclair no, so."

"Good," his uncle says decisively, as if that's that, which -

Well.

Eddie guesses it is.

Uncle Wayne claps his hands on his knees, pushes himself up. "Let's see how those two have managed to get along."

He ambles over to the garage door, sticks his head out and calls for Steve to get on back in here.

There must be some kind of argument - Eddie can't hear it, but he's assuming there is, because somehow Steve manages to get Dustin to stay in the garage while he comes in alone.

Eddie stays where he is on the couch, trying to tell himself that there's no reason to be nervous. Steve'd talked to his uncle before, had managed to convince him to come to his house, but - that'd been before Uncle Wayne knew everything, knew they were soulmates.

It doesn't help that Steve's clearly a little nervous when he comes back in, too - or maybe he's picking up on Eddie's own nerves.

"So," Uncle Wayne says, looking Steve up and down. "You the one my nephew was always talking with?"

Eddie watches Steve's throat work as he swallows.

"Yes, sir," Steve says. And then he gets this look in his eyes - one that Eddie recognizes, that says he's terrified of what he's about to do but he's doing it anyway. "I'm the other little jackass with no impulse control."

Eddie lets out a squawk, the sound of which is drowned out by his uncle straight up guffawing, loud wheezing laughs that break the tension in the air.

Steve looks far too pleased with himself, even though his smile is this little tentative thing, so Eddie kicks out his foot to nudge Steve's ankle with his toes.

"I told you not to try to charm my uncle!" he protests.

"Charm me, huh?" Uncle Wanye asks, raising his eyebrows at Steve, who looks a little sheepish.

Uncle Wayne shakes his head. "Boy, you brought my kid back to me, and from what Eddie says, you've been keeping him safe here. There's nothing else you could do that'd top that, not as long as you keep treating him well."

Steve's quiet for a moment, and Eddie's pretty sure he wants to protest that it wasn't just him, but then he just nods.

"I'll take care of him. I promise," Steve says, holding out his hand.

Uncle Wayne reaches out to take it, giving it a firm shake before he pulls Steve into a hug.

Eddie can't see his uncle's face, but Steve looks at him all wide eyed and stiff, and Eddie just grins at him, shrugging.

He's already gearing up to tease him, but - then Steve takes a deep, shuddering breath, and hugs Uncle Wayne back, arms winding around him and holding on tight, and something about the sight of it makes Eddie avert his eyes.

Steve's parents haven't been home this whole time. Eddie hasn't asked - no one's mentioned it, like everyone's used to them being gone, and he kind of figures if Steve had anything more to say other than what he already had, other than what's obvious, he would.

But now he makes a note to mention it to his uncle, later. Now he thinks that as much as he's been adopted into this party - maybe his soulmate needs to be folded into Eddie's own little family of two.

They don't talk about it when they separate. Uncle Wayne just slaps Steve on the back, tells him to go finish up loading the truck, and he'll be out in a minute.

But when his uncle turns back to him, there's a look in his eye that tells him maybe Eddie won't have to mention anything at all.

"Maybe you could stay for dinner?" Eddie finds himself asking.

Uncle Wayne clears his throat, the way he does when he's feeling a little emotional about something. "Your boy already asked me, but it's better if I don't stay long. I don't want anyone to get to wondering what I'm doing lingering here."

It's a good point, Eddie knows it is, but he feels like he's fifteen and pissy again. "I hate this," he mutters. "I hate you being at that school."

Uncle Wayne cracks a grin. "Oh, I won't be. I've only been there trying to find a trace of you. Now that I know you're safe? Our insurance will be putting me up in the best hotel room Hawkins has. I knew paying the extra for earthquake coverage would come in handy."

And fuck if that doesn't make him feel worlds better.

"I'll leave the number with your friends," Uncle Wayne promises.

Eddie stands to hug him again, burying his face in his neck and holding on as tight as he can, like he never wants to let go.

Eventually, though, they have to pull away, and his uncle heads out into the garage.

There's a few beats of silence, as Eddie pulls in one ragged breath after another, trying to get himself back under control.

Then the garage door opens again, and Steve comes back in.

"Everything okay?" Eddie asks, unable to stop himself from feeling a little jittery again.

"Fine, Dustin went back to the school with Wayne. I'll follow them in a bit to pick up him and Robin, I just, uh. Wanted to check on you," Steve says, making a little face at himself. "How did it go?"

Eddie can't help but be a little touched. "It went good. He believed me."

Steve nods. "Like you thought he would?"

Eddie - can't actually agree to that, he realizes. He's not confident enough that it would be the truth.

When he stays silent, Steve seems to get it.

"Will you tell me?" Steve asks, which - apparently is now their code for I'm not going to ask directly so you don't have to lie but I'll listen if you want.

Or at least, Eddie's going to assume it is, since he said it to Steve first.

"I just-" Eddie starts, then pauses to take a deep breath. "I know I'm a lot. There's a lot that my uncle's had to put up with, cause of me. I pushed him a lot the first year I moved in with him, trying to figure out what would be too much for him, but it never was. I guess I wondered if maybe this would be it."

"But it wasn't?" Steve asks.

Eddie shakes his head. "No. It wasn't."

Steve just looks at him for a moment, like he's considering something. Then, "You're not too much, Eds."

Fuck.

"Don't you start, man," Eddie warns teasingly.

Steve huffs out a laugh. "All right, all right. Let's get you upstairs before I head out."

He thinks about protesting, but really, he's kind of grateful to be able to lean on Steve a little. Eddie doesn't want to admit to overdoing it, but he's pretty sure he overdid it.

"Oh, hey, I got something for you," Steve says once they're in the bedroom.

Eddie raises an eyebrow. "But you already got me my uncle," he teases. "You keep going like this and I'll get spoiled."

Steve rolls his eyes, but Eddie kind of means it. The longer he stays with Steve and Robin, the more he just. Kind of never wants to leave - or if he does, he wants Steve and Robin to move with him, he wants to stay in the same room and sleep in the same bed and have their toothbrushes in the same holder and his Yoohoo next to Steve's Gatorade and Robin's grape soda in the fridge.

It's stupidly domestic, which means Eddie's mostly trying to ignore it and just enjoy it while he has it.

Still, Steve's ears are a little bit pink, which gets him off that train of thought and makes him perk up. "Wait, seriously? When did you even have time to get me anything?"

"I got it a long time ago." Steve heads over to his desk, pulling open a drawer and rummaging around in it. Then he holds out a wooden box, pressing it into his hands. "Wanted to give it to you while we're alone."

Sure enough, it looks old. The wood is worn and a little dusty, and the hinges squeak a little as he opens it. It opens almost like a book, unfolding in a way that would make it easy to prop up on display - and when he gets a better look at it, it clearly is meant to display. There's a glass lining set in each half of the box, like two picture frames, except they hold a small collection of preserved butterflies.

It's, well. It's pretty fucking cool, and Eddie looks up at Steve, speechless.

Steve sits on the bed, rolling his pant leg up to the knee. He gestures at it, and Eddie can just make out Butterflies are so annoying, I hate them.

What.

That's.

Eddie just keeps looking at him, afraid that if he says anything it's going to be to tell Steve that god, he loves him.

He loves him.

"Oh," he manages to get out, shaky and breathless.

"Yeah," Steve says. "That was back when my dad still gave me advice sometimes and I gave a shit about following it. He said you should always have gifts ready for your soulmate, so they know you're thinking of them. Pretty sure he meant like diamonds and flowers and shit to bring back after you've been gone, but, you know. I figured this would be the kind of thing you like."

"You figured right. Fourteen year old me would have gone nuts over this," Eddie says, running his fingers over the glass. "Thank you, Steve. This, uh. Shit, this really means a lot."

Steve smiles at him, all pleased and fond, and the silence rests nice and comfy between them for a moment.

Then Steve pulls in a breath and lets it out, and Eddie's pretty sure he recognizes that particular blend of uncertainty and determination, and oh.

Oh no.

"Steve," he whispers. It comes out a little desperate, half a warning and half a plea.

He's not sure what he means by it. He's not even sure he knows what Steve's going to say - it could be a million things, honestly, just because Eddie is painfully aware that he can't keep convincing himself that their bond is at all platonic, at least on his end, doesn't mean that Steve's thinking the same thing.

Eddie just knows that he can't. He's not ready for this, he's not ready for any of it.

Steve seems to get something out of Eddie just saying his name, though, because he swallows, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. "Can we just think about it?"

Eddie finds himself nodding before he really realizes. "Yeah," he agrees. "Yeah, okay."

"Okay," Steve repeats.

Steve heads out to go get Dustin and Robin after that, and Eddie gets settled on the bed, taking another dose of meds and staring at the little preserved butterflies.

Think about it.

Fuck, everything has just been so much these last few weeks, and Eddie'd really, really like it to just… not. He's exhausted, all wrung out and hollow, and he just wants to close his eyes and not think about anything, but.

He said he would, and he wasn't lying when he said it, so he guesses he has to.

It's not that he can't share Steve with Robin, not by a long shot. He's well aware that it's Robin sharing Steve with him - and he knows that even if it were the other way around, even if Steve and Robin were platonic soulmates and Steve and Eddie were romantic, it would still be Robin sharing Steve with him. Steve and Robin have something that goes deeper than anything, something that Eddie couldn't touch even if he wanted, and he… he kind of likes that. The part of Steve that is Robin is just what makes him Steve, and Eddie's pretty on board with that.

It's just that he knows himself. He knows that if he kisses Steve - if it starts being something they do, if they let themselves go there - he's going to want to be the only one that Steve kisses.

It's not fair, not to anyone, but it is what it is. He's not sure he can change that part of himself, not even for Steve. So it's just better if they don't go there.

Now he just has to figure out how he's going to tell that to Steve, without any of it coming out as a lie.

Up next: the platonic/romantic lines get even more blurry, and a much less pleasant house call

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Part 21

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fizzing-imagines · 10 months

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My mom's Billy | Billy Hargrove x Single Mom! Military! Reader

Notes: This is the ending Billy DESERVED, with some good therapy, a nice home and a family that loves him

Warnings: Mentions of abuse

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This was your first time in group therapy. It was highly recommend by your therapist to you, after having trouble connection to others. Her idea was that meeting people with similar experience to yours would help you. Two friendly-looking therapists happily greeted the group of eight, then introduced you. "We have a new face joining us today." Everyone looked at you, you could feel your face heating up. "Oh, uhm...Hi, I'm (Y/N). Uhm...my ex-husband abused me throughout our twelve year relationship. And uhm...I used to be a lieutenant in the navy, but I quit when my son Leo was born so I've been a housewife for five years. I work as a waitress now though." The female therapist of the two gave you an encouragement smile. "I, uhm, I left him a year ago. The divorce was actually finalised last week, so...now I'm here." You let out an awkward laugh, but the group also gave you an encouraging smile. A man with ocean blue eyes and curly, blonde hair stood out to you as he looked you up and down. His face was wrinkled, even though he didn't look too old to you yet. There was a stubbly beard on his face, a bit darker than his hair, and while his lips were full they were also chewed up. What stood out most were the hickeys on his neck.

"Thank you for sharing.", one of the participants told you. With a smile, you gave her a nod. "Have you thought about going back to the navy?", another participant asked you. Wow, these people were open. "I have, but I don't have a partner and my mother is too old to constantly take care of my son when I'm on deployment so that's off the table." It disappointed you, really. You loved your career and regretted letting your ex take that joy from you. "And daycare has gotten so expensive.", a man in the group said. "I have two young children, we have them in daycare." He continued talking about barely being able to afford having his kids looked after at a daycare, so the focus was finally off of you. But the meeting itself was nice, the participants were kind and understanding. Even though the man who checked you out in the beginner barely talked, until he was asked towards the end of the meeting. "Billy, you haven't shared today.", the male therapist said. "Anything you wanna say?" He shrugged his shoulders. "Not really, nothing interesting happened. Had a date, but she wasn't my 'forever person'" He put the last to words into air quotes. "Nothing else interesting happened, really." For some reason, he intrigued you. "Well, besides that this is your last session today.", the male therapist added. "Oh yeah, that too. My therapist said I've gotten a well-enough social circle to not attend anymore and I could really use the hour for more shifts at my job." Everyone said goodbye to Billy.

After group, you left the centre to get to your car. As you unlocked your door, you saw Billy walking over to your car. "Hey, (Y/N), wasn't it?" You nodded your head. "Well, since I'm not in group anymore I was hoping I could give you my phone number." Your cheeks suddenly felt hot - you haven't been asked out since you met your husband. It hasn't been a concept that was a possibility for you. "Listen, I think I get that it might be hard for you, so you don't have to give me your number." He took out a piece of paper and wrote something down. "But give me a call if you feel like going out on a date. I'd be happy to hear from you, you can reach me at any time of the day." You took the piece of paper from his hand and let out a quiet "Thank you." before he left to get into his own car. You yourself sat in your car for a good five minutes to process what just happened. Someone asked you out on a date? You really couldn't believe it. Eventually, you started your engine and drove to your mothers house to pick up your son.

After you got him into bed you sat in the living room and kept starring at the tiny piece of paper with Billy's number on it. You told your mother about it, and she encountered you to call him, but your brain had a blockage. But will it ever go away if you don't break it? The clock told you that it was already midnight, you questioned how you could sit there for hours with your own thoughts discouraging you. Slowly, you took your flipphone out of your pocket and dialed the number. After a few rings, you were greeted by a sleepy "Hello?" His voice was raspy, and you immediately felt bad for disruption his sleep. "It's...it's (Y/N)." The two of you talked on the phone for a good while, talking through details of what he wants to do where with you. Billy had good ideas, but you insisted on public places only. He was very understanding and suggested a nice restaurant downtown. When you said that you couldn't afford that, he said "Don't worry about money, I'll invite you for the evening." It made you blush a bit - you can't remember the last time you've been invited to dinner.

You two had a good date. Your mother looked after your son and let him have a sleepover at her place, meanwhile Billy picked you up from your house. He brought you flowers and showered you in compliments before even letting you step into his car. It made your stomachs flip up- and down, especially because you sort of accepted the fact that you'd never find love again. While it didn't have to mean that Billy has to be the one, it was nice to be wooed again. Dinner went just as well, you had nice conversations, went on a walk afterwards and he dropped you off at your apartment afterwards. "I'd like to see you again.", he said to you with a smile while standing in front of your entrance. It made your heart skip a beat and your cheeks heat up. "I'm free next Thursday, maybe we can get breakfast together?", you said while smiling at him. He took his hand in yours, said "I'll pick you up at 8:30." and kissed the back of your hand. You said your goodbyes and went inside your apartment. Once you laid in bed and thought about the evening, you couldn't help but grin until you fell asleep.

You looked forward to breakfast with Billy for days, and it went just as well as the first date. Billy took you out at least two times a week for the next month. What you loved most about it was that he never pressured you into any physical contact - the most he ever did was give you a kiss on the cheek. Everyone around you noticed how much happier you've gotten. It also rubbed off on your son, who turned from extremely shy and introverted to an extroverted ball of energy. Right now, you were at Billy's house, having a few snacks and talking about life.

"Billy, can I ask you something?", you said as you leaned your head against the backrest of his couch. "Anything.", he said with a smile. "You really don't need to answer if you don't want to, but since you know why I was in group...why were you?" You've had your suspicions after being at his place a few times. There were no family pictures anywhere, except one of him and his stepsister, and a few childhood pictures of him and his mother. "Was about time for that question, huh?" He let out an awkward chuckle while thinking of an answer. "My dad, actually. He, uhm, he first abused my mother and eventually me. And when my mother left, I became too much like him. I was a bully, and was a dick to my step-sister. But I eventually got out, moved back here and got help. So my sister forgave me at least, but she still lives in Indiana." You knew that he lived there for a while, until he had an accidentally and came back to California. "Billy, I'm so sorry..." you said while reaching out for his hand. He took his hand in yours and squeezed it once. "I'm okay now, (Y/N)." Even though he just told you what happened to you in his past, he still smiled at you. "He's miserable now, we put him in a nursing home in some shithole town." His thumb started stroking over the back of your hand as his eyes looked into yours. "Uhm, I actually had a question...about your ex and your son.", he said while looking down. Something told you that that question was uncomfortable to him. "Sure, what's up?", you asked. "Well, I know what your ex did to you but...what did your son experience?" Knowing what Billy went through with his dad, this was probably for his own piece of mind as well. "It honestly started when he was born. He screamed at him as a baby to shut up when he cried, then he started pushing him when he was running through the house. But once he punched him, I packed our things and ran away with Leo. Pressed charges the same day and haven't looked back." Now Billy was the one to squeeze your hand. "You did the right thing (Y/N), I'm proud of you." You smiled and scooted closer to him, letting your knee touch his. Somehow, both of you knew what the other thought about - he pulled you into a hug and held you tight to his body, while you wrapped your arms around his torso and rested your head on his chest. You could hear his heartbeat, take in his scent; you felt like you were home. Billy was the one for you, you knew that.

On the next date, you two kissed for the first time. The one after that, he asked to be your boyfriend. Of course you said yes, how could you not? But now there was a problem: You'd have to eventually tell Leo. While you did tell him that you've made a new friend and meet up with him a lot, you never told him that you're dating again. That was your mistake, because now you'd have to tell him. The biggest problem? Leo was afraid of men. He couldn't be near male teachers or any of his uncles, even male cashiers got a massive side eye from him. So his mom now having a new boyfriend, after his biology father abused him for his entire life? It didn't seem possible to you. But you did have to tell him eventually, so you sat him down on a Saturday after you two got ice cream.

"Leo, do you remembered my friend Billy that I have been seeing a lot lately?", you started the conversations with. Leo nodded his head, then took a lick of his ice cream. "Is he coming over?", he asked then. "Well, maybe. I actually have to tell you something else about Billy." Your heart started racing, and you honestly didn't even know where you were going with this. "You know when we talked about how daddies and mommies love each other?" He nodded his head once more. "Well, when daddies and mommies separate, it can happen that they meet someone else who made them as happy as the other mommy or daddy made them. But when the other mommy or daddy wasn't a good person-" You were interrupted by your own son. "Like Dean?" Leo never called your ex dad, he always called him Dean. "Yes, like Dean. Well, then the mommy or daddy might meet someone who makes them even happier." Your son continued eating his ice cream quietly. "And Billy is that other person who makes me even happier, and that's what I wanted to tell you, Leo." He remained quiet for a bit, trapped in his own thoughts, before he talked again. "So is Billy your boyfriend now?" He didn't scrunch his face in disgust or anger, which was a good sign. "Yes, sweetheart, Billy is my boyfriend now and I wanted to tell you so you could get ready to meet him someday." Once again, he thought about your words for a while. "Does Billy hit you like Dean did?" Unfortunately, Leo knew too much about abuse too soon. "No, Leo, Billy has never hit me or insult me. Do you remembered when we talked about how Mommies and Daddies should treat each other?" He took a big lick of his ice cream before answering. "That they always cuddle and kiss and hug each other, and that they never hit or scream at each other." You nodded in agreement. "That's right. And that is how Billy treats me." For the third time, he was inside his head and thinking something over. "My friend Lee, his dad has a new girlfriend and he says that she's his step-mother now. Is Billy my step-dad?" Oh, you were not prepared for that question at all. You actually expected a tantrum. "You can call him that if you want to. But you can also just call him Billy." Leo went on to ask when he was going to meet Billy, if he could cook for him with you, if Billy liked basketball as much as he does.

So the day came. On the following Thursday, you and Leo were making two different pizzas for the three of you. He insisted on making a funny face out of salamies on one pizza while you added mushrooms, olives and spinach to the other one. Once you put the food in the oven, your doorbell rang. "He's here!", Leo said while running up to the front door. "Mama, can I open it?", he asked you. As you were washing your hands it wasn't such a bad idea. "Sure sweetheart, be nice!", you said over to him. Your son opened the door and greeted your boyfriend with a wide grin. "Hello, are you my mom's Billy?", he asked. His question made you chuckle. "I am your mom's Billy. Are you your mom's Leo?" He loudly said yes before leading him inside and telling Billy to take his shoes and jacket off. "Mom's in the kitchen.", he said to Billy. "Leo, go wash your hands and change your shirt. Dinner is done soon." You could hear your sons footsteps running off while Billy came through the kitchen door. "That was quite the greeting.", he said with a chuckle in his voice. "He's uncharacteristically excited to meet you.", you replied while drying your hands. The two of you shared a quick kiss before the timer for the pizza went off. "He even made you smiling pizza."

Leo's and Billy's first meeting went extraordinarily well. In the evening, after your boyfriend left, he asked you when he would come over again. And it didn't take long until he asked when Billy would move in with the two of you. Six months deep into the relationship, Leo and you moved in with Billy. He had two extra rooms and a big backyard that he couldn't use all by himself. Your son loved it, and he loved Billy. At some point, he started calling the two of you "My mama and my Billy", which made your boyfriends heart melt. Billy and you got married two years later, you took Billy's last name and tried looking into how Leo could get it too. Eventually, it all resolved itself.

Billy was looking after Leo while you were at work. He picked him up from school and was making him dinner while Leo was doing his homework. However, math wasn't his strongsuit so he walked to Billy with his textbook. "Dad, can you help me with this?" Billy stopped in his tracks as he heard Leo call him dad for the first time but swallowed it down to not make him feel uncomfortable. He helped him with his homework and didn't let anything show until he was alone in the kitchen and cried some tears; happy tears. He continued lunch with your, and now his, son like he always does. Once you came home, he immediately pulled you into a tight hug. "What's gotten into you?", you said with a giggle. "Leo called me dad today.", he mumbled into the crook of your neck. Your eyes went wide in suprise and happiness, then you laughed. "Seriously? Billy, that's amazing!" You passionately kissed him on the lips as he was still squeezing you against his body.

Later that night, you checked in on your son after he went to bed, just to see that he was still awake and seemed upset. "Leo? What's wrong sweetheart?" You walked over to his bed and sat down on the edge of it. "I called Billy dad today and he didn't react...", he mumbled into his blanket. Oh. "Why does that upset you?", you asked him while petting his head. "Because I thought it would make him happy. And I never had a dad..." You opened your arms as an invitation for a hug, which he gladly took as he scooted closer. "Billy was very happy, but he didn't want you to feel weird about it.", you said to your as you hugged him. "He thought that you wouldn't want to do it anymore if he was too emotional." Leo hummed, a sound he started making when he thought about something, before asking "Can dad come in?" You smiled and told him that that was possible, then gave him a kiss goodnight and left the room. "Billy, your son wants to talk to you.", you said to your husband as you stepped into your shared bedroom. "Alright.", he said while getting up and leaving the room. You went into bed and waited for him to return, which was a good 20 minute wait. When Billy came back, he was quiet and quickly got under the blanket next to you with no words. "Sweetheart, you're awfully quiet.", you said to him while taking one of his hands in yours. "It's okay.", he mumbled while getting closer to you. "Our son just had some questions. But it's all good now." The way he said 'Our son' made your heart melt. "Father-son secret?" You smirked at your own words, Billy let out a small chuckle. "Definetly.", he replied before placing a kiss on your cheek.

Life went on for months. Billy was the father Leo never had, he was happier than ever. Billy finally had the family he always wanted. And you were planning on going back to the navy - that was until a tiny plastic stick with two blue lines came in the way. You've had your suspicions before, considering that this would be your second pregnancy. But how? Leo was nine already and so used to being an only child. Billy and you weren't going to get any younger either - at age 37 now, you'd almost be a senior citizen by the time your child graduates high school. So you did what you always do: Go to Billy.

"Bil.", you mumbled as you stood in the doorway of your shared bedroom, test in your shaky hands. It was only natural to him to see how terrified you were, so close to crying but swallowing it down for the sake of your son in the next room. "Come here.", he said while walking up to you. It was only then that he noticed the positive pregnancy test in your hands. "You know, I always wanted two kids." was all he said before wrapping his arms around you. "We'll manage."

He stayed true to his words. You gave birth to baby Leia and went back to the navy months after. Leo was ecstatic to be a big brother, not wanting to ever leave Leias side at any time of the day since the moment he first saw her. He went so far that he volunteers to bring her to bed on some days, and for whatever reason she'd always fall asleep when he did without fuzzing. And Billy, oh god, Billy was so happy to watch his daughter grow up. Of course he saw Leo as his own son, but he couldn't watch him grow up from the day he was born. Knowing your and Leo's past, Billy made sure that he won't be anything like your ex or his dad. During your second trimester, he went back to his old therapist to see if he truly was ready to be a father. When Leia was a year old, you and your family were send to Finland for deployment. Once again, your husband stayed true to his words: "We'll manage.". Leo was send to an english-speaking school while Leia went to a regular, finnish daycare. If you were going to live here, you want her to learn a second language while doing so. Billy, somehow, got to continue working as a mechanic while you were obvious caught up with the finnish navy. Everything was beyond perfect and felt like a fairytale. The four of you were send back to America after six years in Finland, but to Florida this time. Leia cried a lot when she had to leave, including the entire flight back and the first night in America. You couldn't blame her - she's leaving the place she grew up in. You promised her to go back to Finland during summer break, and while that cheered her up it didn't help a lot. Once again, Billy stuck to his words. "We'll manage.". He did everything he could to get Leia out of her head, helped her with schoolwork, went surfing with her, took her on daddy-daughter dates. She got better eventually and found many friends. You, on the other hand, felt bad that this would eventually be ripped from her again.

Four years later, you decided on a desk job at the navy in California. It took a lot from you to make this decision, but it was the best one for your family. You couldn't watch your daughter sit and cry for her entire childhood. California was the best decision for everyone, including your husband. He was happier, Leo was happier, Leia adapted after a few months. She loved California eventually, especially because her Dad could show her around so much more now.

"Dad, I have a confession to make." Leo made sure you weren't home. He was two weeks away from graduating high school, and already signed up for his future profession. But he told neither you nor Billy. "What's going on kid?", he asked while looking up from the newspaper he was reading. At this point, he needed glasses to even make out a single letter. "Mom didn't want me to, but I signed up for the marines and got in." Billy knew about your opinion in this. You didn't want your children to get into the military at all. It wasn't a taboo theme at home, but it was barely on the table. After what your ex-husband did to you, you couldn't bear to possibly have them go down the same road as you. "Why did you want to join?", Billy asked. He'd form his opinion based on his reply, he decided. "Mom saves so many people. I've always looked up to her, and I wanna be like her." Billy smiled at his sons words. "You know, I'm convinced that she'll be okay with it if you tell her like that."

You were. Leo went to bootcamp, your old bootcamp, where you dropped him off with a heavy heart. Billy and Leia came with you as well to send him off. "Stay safe, son.", Billy told him before giving him a tight hug. Leo promised to not die, and that was enough for him. Leia cried a bit while saying her goodbyes, and had to hold onto her father after hugging her brother. You were last, it was only logical to him. "I'll make you proud.", he promised you. "Leo, I' already so proud of you.", you said to him with a smile. "You'll do just as well. Bootcamp will be the best months of your life, promise." In motherly fashion, you gave him a kiss on his cheek before letting him walk inside.

Back in the car, Billy tried changing the topic as the mood was low. "Well, if my son comes after his mother job-wise, I hope my daughter comes after me.", he said to you and Leia.

"I was actually thinking about Infantry.", she replied.

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sovasbussy · 10 months

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all i need is you

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Pairings: al haitham x f!reader

tw: panic/anxiety attacks, acting grand sage! alhaitham, established relationship, there is comfort at the end ! a/n: this is my first time writing for my best boy, haitham <3 i'm so so sorry if it comes out as ooc >< . ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

Home. Home. Home. Get home.

Alhaitham gulped as he weaved through the crowd on Treasure Street. The hustle and bustle of the market just made his heart race even more, his headphones barely drowning the sounds of the vendors selling their wares.

"Acting Grand Sage!" A scholar called out for him, only for her to be swiftly ignored as Alhaitham practically ran towards his house. His fingers jumbled with his keys, trembling as he jammed them into the lock. He slammed the door behind him, leaning against it. His hand shakily rested on his chest, fingers reaching to his collar to relieve the tightness around his neck, but nothing he did could relieve the panic that filled his mind.

The ashen-haired man staggered towards the kitchen with laboured breaths, eyes going in and out of focus as his hand reached for a glass.

"Thank you so much for today, Nilou! I really enjoyed your performance today." You smiled warmly at the shorter lady before you, enveloping her in a tight hug once you arrived at the doorstep of your and Alhaitham's shared home. Nilou could only blush at the compliment while returning the hug. "I'll let you know if there ar-" She squeaked at the loud crash that came from inside your home.

Your brows furrowed, quickly bidding Nilou goodbye before entering your home. Alhaitham wasn’t supposed to be home this early today. He had told you of some event he had going on today and the approximate time when he would be home so you were more or less expecting an intruder in your home right now.

"Haitham?" You called out. Your eyes were quickly drawn to the shards of glass that littered the floor and your husband's headphones just by the foot of the kitchen island, worry now settling deep in your chest. You were just about to call out for your husband again when you caught a glimpse of green and black, curled up on the kitchen floor.

Alhaitham's body shook, shaky fingers tangled up in his hair. His eyes were wide, darting around. It wasn’t the first time he’s had a panic attack, but it was the first where it had gotten so bad. The ringing in his head was deafening, barely able to hear you with all the noise in his head.

"Alhaitham, I need you to breathe." You cooed, slowly kneeling before him. Your sudden appearance only made him curl further into himself, his fingers digging into his scalp. You bit your lip in worry.

"Haitham... I'm going to touch your hand, okay? I just need you to take a deep breath for me." You said softly, lifting your finger towards the back of his hand. As gently as you could, you pressed the pad of your index finger against his skin.

That simple touch made Alhaitham gasp, finally taking in a large gulp of air. You sighed in relief once you heard him breathe again. You reassured him gently with your finger tracing a square on the back of his hand, breathing out loud for him to match his pace to yours.

His fingers slowly loosened their grip on his hair, face still buried in his knees. You pulled his hands away from his head, replacing them with your own to gently massage at his tender scalp. He let out a soft sigh before lifting his head, hands finding their place on your wrists. You smiled at Alhaitham reassuringly once his gaze met yours, chuckling when he buried his face into your chest.

"It's okay, habibti... I'm here." You whispered, patting his back. "I..." Alhaitham's voice quivered, squeezing his eyes shut as he attempted to explain what happened.

"You don't have to explain anything now. Just relax, okay?" You carded your fingers through his soft locks, smiling when you felt him nod against your chest. Alhaitham sighed as he relaxed against your body, matching his breathing to the beating of your heart.

Feeling your husband's body slowly grow heavy, you coaxed him to get up, leading him towards the couch. You began to stand up, but were quickly stopped when Alhaitham grabbed onto your wrist. "Stay, please..." He mumbled, looking at you with half-lidded eyes. You smiled at him and pressed your lips against his forehead, "I'm not going anywhere, Haitham..." You pulled off his coat and set it off to the side, before bringing the throw pillows from the other couches in the living room.

You stacked the pillows under his head in a comfortable manner before kneeling by the sofa. Alhaitham's hand sought the comfort of your own.

You hummed softly as you stroked through his tangled locks, watching while your husband slowly drifted off to sleep.

Alhaitham awoke hours later, grunting as he rubbed at his eyes. “Habibti…" He winced at the sound of his hoarse voice, pushing himself up from his sleeping position. "I'm here, Haitham." Your voice rang out from the kitchen, the sounds of cutlery accompanying you as you spoke. The taller shuffled his way to the kitchen, immediately latching himself to your back. You let out a soft chuckle before spinning yourself around to face your husband.

"I made your favourite. Let's eat." You pressed a small kiss on his cheek, drawing out a soft whine from him. Your cheeks flushed at the sound. It was rare to hear such a soft yet needy noise from such a stoic man like Alhaitham. "Stay. A little longer." Alhaitham had buried his face into your neck, his hair tickling your skin ever so slightly.

You couldn't deny your husband with how clingy he was, relishing in the moment of his neediness. The room fell into silence, one full of comfort and love. Before long, Alhaitham released his hold of you, hands now finding purchase on your hips.

Dinner was a silent affair, albeit a comfortable silence, with Alhaitham taking his time with his meal under your watchful eye.

"Do you... want to talk about what happened?" Your voice treaded carefully, eyes watching his unreadable face as he paused with his meal. Alhaitham let out a deep sigh, fingers gripping onto his utensils a little too tightly for either of your likings. Your hands were quick to place themselves on top of his, giving reassuring squeezes for him to sort out his thoughts.

The Akademiya had just started their first day of graduation ceremonies and with Alhaitham being the Acting Grand Sage, he had to be on stage handing out diplomas and congratulating each student for their success. With it being such an important event, Alhaitham couldn't have his headphones with him on stage. With all the loud cheering and bright lights trained on him, it didn't take much to push him off the edge. As if that was not enough, the discovery of his music player breaking was his last straw.

He was all but fortunate that today's graduating school was one of the smaller darshans, else he would have broken down on stage.

“I’m sorry for worrying you.” Alhaitham sighed, holding onto your hands. His eyes were trained on the pattern of the table cover, only looking up when he felt your lips press against his fingers. “You don’t need to apologise, Haitham. I’m just glad that you’re fine.” A smile formed on your lips when you saw his cheeks turn a light shade of pink.

As much as he couldn’t put his emotions to words, Alhaitham was always so appreciative of your gentle touches and kind words.

#al haitam x reader #al haitham #al haitham genshin #al haitham x y/n #al haitham x you #genshin impact #genshin impact fluff #genshin scenarios #genshin impact x reader fluff #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin impact x you #sabine's tinkerings

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yourangel137 · 11 months

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Wanderer comforting reader who is going through very bad depression/self harm

Last but not least, I have to repost this one 100%. I'm just also very proud of this one! Sorry not sorry :3

Pairings: Wanderer X GN!reader (Using of both Scara and Kuni in this story)

Warnings: Mention of blood, very bad self-harm, descriptive depression symptoms, descriptive suicidal thoughts

Genres: Angst + Comfort

Type: One-shot

Word count: 1025 words

POV: First part: reader pov, second part: Wanderer pov, third part: reader pov

Summary: Reader feels the urge to give up thinking Scara left them for good

For anyone with suicidal thoughts, selfharm thought. Please!!! Get help!! Call for help!!

Suicide hotlines

It’s not like he wanted to be busy, it’s not like he wanted to leave you alone, it’s not like he wished for you to leave, yet it seems to feel that way to you. Sometimes his harsh words can make you feel insecure or his harsh words seem to make you overthink at certain moments. Like today.. you haven’t seen Scara for at least 2 weeks now and it’s been extremely lonely for you. What if he doesn’t actually come back? What if he actually doesn’t want to come back? You’ve read his letter, you’ve read how he will come back as soon as he can and how he promises to bring you your favourite flowers as a compensation for leaving you for so long. But after that letter, you didn’t hear anything from him for so long.

Even if it’s only been 2 weeks since he left, it feels like an eternity. Your brain works overtime, thinking about possible negative outcomes, something your brain seems to do a lot whenever you are alone. Worry fills your brain, what if he’s hurt? But it’s also filled with disgusting comments about yourself because maybe... you really aren’t good enough after all.

You get up from your couch and walk towards the table where the letter you read still lies. Your heart aches, tears form in your eyes. “What do I do? He could’ve at least.. said goodbye to my face instead of leaving a letter. What if.. you never come back.” That’s when your eyes focus on the knife on the table. You placed it there for when you need to eat dinner, but right now your thoughts wander to a different reason for using the knife. Your brain fills itself with dark thoughts, darkness fully covering up the light you managed to create in your brain before. Your hand grabs the knife handle, lifting the sharp small knife and inspecting the sharpness by sliding your finger over it.

Your breath starts breaking it’s usual calm breathing pattern, blood rushing to your brain while you do the one thing you had told yourself never to do again. It hurts, it hurts to feel the wounds you created, it hurts to feel the blood gush out of them.. But nothing hurts more than your brain punishing you for just trying your best. The blood drips down onto the floor, painting the floor with the red drops of despair and sadness. What do you do now? Yet panic is the last thing you think about as dizziness starts to overtake your body instead. You drop the knife, shaking uncontrollable as reality starts to hit you slowly. Quickly you grab the table to stay stable. ‘What do I do now? Is this the end?’ You think to yourself. You didn’t even hear Scara opening and closing the front door and calling out to you. The last thing you see are his eyes filled with shock and disbelief and the flowers he had promised to bring along falling on the ground, before you passed out from the blood loss.

Before you could fall on the ground, Scara catches you and slowly drops you down to the floor with him. His eyes tear up, not being able to know how to reply to the image he sees before him. The person he loves is unconcious in his arms, bleeding like crazy.

‘what do I do what do I do what do I do?!’ He starts to panic. Why did you never tell him about your relapsing?! He wouldn’t have left otherwise.. “This is all my fault..” Tears fall down and drop onto your cheek. Immediately he thinks he lost you, thinking you died in his arms and he couldn’t do anything about it. But then the moment he sees your chest still rising and falling, is the moment he lifts you up and carefully brings you to bed. He has to do everything now to keep you alive and he’s willing to sacrifice anything. He stops the bleeding, getting it all over himself and the bed but he really doesn’t care. Then he bandages the wounds and keeps a very close eye to you while waiting for you to wake up.

“Please.. just wake up.”

The moment you open your eyes, you’re met with your lovers eyes. His eyes still teary and his cheeks still damp from the amount of tears he cried out while waiting for you to wake up. You wanted to speak to him, you wanted to apologize, you wanted to tell him that it’s not his fault, but he started speaking first. “Are you dumb?! Why didn’t you tell me you were relapsing?! I wouldn’t have left! This is all my fault.. You scared me! I thought I lost you!” Tears fell down his eyes again, showing you a vulnerable state he always wants to hide from others. You watch him hesitantly reach out for your hand, you eventually grab his hand the moment he got close enough to yours. “I might not say it a lot but I do love you.. I don’t.. want to lose you.”

You didn’t think it would hurt him so much to see you like this, but you can clearly feel him tremble a bit. “You.. were scared of losing me?” You hear him curse under his breath before giving your hand and soft squeeze. “Yes! Why wouldn’t I?!” He answers, his voice having a slight tremble as well.

“I’m sorry Kuni. It’s not your fault, please-“

“I love you.” He cut you off.

You open your mouth again to say something but instead you decide to shut your mouth instead. You watch him get up and soon enough you feel him softly press a kiss against your forehead. “I’ll get you some more help, I don’t think I bandaged you up very well. Take rest.” He let’s go of your hand and showed you a small smile. You simply nod before opening your mouth again to speak. “I love you too, Kuni..”

“I know you do. Now shut up and sleep, you’ll feel better soon I promise.”

Thank you for reading, I'll always be here if you need someone to talk to <3

Much love,

Angel

Made on: 15-03-2023

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bg3fan · 5 months

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The devil you don't know 3

Part 2 / Part 4

It's been weeks since you last saw Raphael, and it's suffocating.

He left your home after expressing himself in the morning, not even staying for breakfast or saying goodbye like he always does with a small peck on the corner of your lips.

It's been the longest you haven't seen him, and it's only a matter of time until you go crazy from the ache in your heart.

Perhaps you should have said something different, praising him or not open up the topic again, especially in the morning.

But you couldn't hold back. You just wanted to make sure that he's alright, and what better way can you ensure that than through communication.

Pouring yourself a cup of tea to help you calm down.

What is he hiding from you? Another family? You don't think that's likely. He doesn't even wear a ring, and if he truly had another family he wouldn't be able to spent so much money and time on you.

A disease? Perhaps he has an untreatable sickness, which will kill him soon, but he always seems so healthy and fit. But some are hidden well, and you can't suppress the shudder going through your body. In denial, you tell yourself that that's definitely not true.

Blowing on your tea, you think about the conversation. He did ask you if you'd love him if he was a devil.

Like a murderer? You bite your lower lip and realise that the thought doesn't scare you off as much as it should be. Perhaps if he's only killing the bad people, then it would be alright because he wouldn't be any different than the guards, especially since gortash is in lead now. But that's also very unlikely his hands are always so gentle with you, never grabbing you with too much strength or shoving you, not even accidentally.

Small, frustrated tears start to roll down your face as you try to find the correct answer to the problem.

Why would he just leave like that? Did he decide that it would be best to just break things up without talking first?

Perhaps you were only something he could spend his time with when he felt bored, but then why would he tell you about his father? To gain sympathy? But what for? He could practically have anyone by his side, he's handsome, he has the money and he's smart so why would he work so hard to make you like him.

Stupid Raphael, you'll show him not to mess with you like this. He should have talked with you first, come xlean with you, and then only then could he decide to leave you.

Wiping your tears away as your lips leave a frustrated groan, taking deep breaths to calm your racing mind, trying to focus on where he might work today. You know that his location depends on the client he's working with, so there's no office you could just straight up walk into.

However, you also know that he prefers to work with the nobels and sometimes adventurers.

It might be a lot of work to walk into the city and ask people about Raphael, and its not like you can just go up to the Nobel and ask them without them kicking you out.

But on the other hand you've already finished your chores around the house and you haven't been in the city center of baldrus gate for a long time.

You might even pick up some fresh fruits and vegetables on your way there.

Nodding and filled with confidence, you forget your tea on the counter and go put on your coat and scarf as it's getting colder while taking your basket with some money. You step out of the comfort of your home to find raphael and have a talk with him.

I'm having so much fun writing this, it's like I'm surprising myself with that going to happen next hahaha and yes I'd say my mind works in wonders hahaha

Feel free to let me know if there's anything I can do better :D

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mimisempai · 7 months

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A group of the two of us

Summary

After what happened at the last shopkeepers' meeting, Mr. Brown asks Aziraphale to host another one, and this time a real one. Aziraphale agrees, but wants to do so well that he forgets to take care of himself. Fortunately, Crowley is there to remind him and lend a hand.

However, this meeting may hold another surprise for the demon.

Notes

Juste them and neighborhood life

On Ao3

Rating G - 2794 words

Crowley was walking past the bookshop window when he saw that Aziraphale was talking to Mr. Brown.

He couldn't help but feel the same kind of jealousy and protectiveness he'd felt that day in the pub when the man had sat down across from Aziraphale.

In fact, even today, Crowley felt he was invading the Angel's personal space a little too much for his liking, and no matter how harmless the demon told himself the man was, he felt what he felt.

That didn't mean he was going to do anything about it; he knew Aziraphale was capable of defending himself, and most importantly, Crowley trusted him absolutely.

That's why he preferred to focus on the angel, watching him carefully. He seemed rather at ease and relaxed in the way he spoke to the other man, so Crowley walked quietly to the door of the bookshop.

As he closed the door behind him, Mr. Brown was already on his way out.

When he saw Crowley, he nodded and said, "I came to... well, anyway, your... your partner will explain it better than I can. Goodbye."

He left a little hastily, as if afraid of Crowley, who raised an eyebrow at Aziraphale.

"Crowley! You're just in time, as Mr. Brown has come to ask me to hold the shopkeepers' meeting here, since the last one wasn't, I have to admit."

He sighed before continuing, "Which means I have no way of avoiding it this time."

Crowley narrowed his eyes and studied Aziraphale's expression before asking, "And how do you feel about that?"

Aziraphale replied, "It'll be almost like last time, except there won't be any dancing or music or pretty outfits."

Crowley chuckled and added, "And no demon army, no halo throwing."

They exchanged knowing glances and laughed lightly, glad to be able to joke about it.

Then Crowley asked, "When's the meeting?"

The angel lost some of his cheerfulness and replied with a slightly tense expression, "Friday night at 6:30."

Crowley replied, "Well, my dear angel, you're going to have to get to work fast, because there will be no magic this time. You're going to have to use all the human skills you've acquired. Not to mention the fact that you will no longer have a special edition to bargain with Mr. Arnold or Mutt..."

The angel gave him a challenging look and said, "You'll see, this will be the best neighborhood shopkeepers' meeting there ever was. Now leave me alone, I have work to do."

Crowley chuckled and went to settle himself and his newspaper on the sofa, unaware at the time of the effect that organizing this meeting would have on the angel.

He realized this two days later, two days before the meeting, when he entered the shop in the evening and found Aziraphale pacing in circles, notebook in hand, talking to himself.

It wasn't the first time since the meeting had been announced, and it began to worry Crowley a bit, as he could see the angel's tension level rising.

When Aziraphale set out to do something, he wanted to do it well, so well that he forgot about himself, to the point of neglecting his own well-being.

Before, the status of their relationship didn't really allow Crowley to intervene, but that was before.

"I must go to Mr. Arnold and try to convince him to come without having to negotiate. Then Justine, convince her too, maybe avoid speaking French and ask her if she can bring some finger food and other appetizers. Then it's on to Mrs. Sandwhich, Mutt, Nina and Maggie, and... oh yes! Mr. and Mrs. Cheng, and then-"

"Angel? Are you all right?"

Aziraphale waved his hand in the air and replied, "Yes, yes, my dear, everything's fine, I'm handling the situation perfectly. It's going to be tip-top, tickety boo."

Then he resumed his comings and goings, taking notes and speaking aloud under the demon's worried gaze.

Crowley looked at the time on the clock and decided it was time for him to act.

He walked over to the angel who had stopped taking notes, with his back to him, and gently placed his hands on Aziraphale's shoulders, saying softly, "Angel, I think it's time for you to call it a day."

Aziraphale shook his head, "No, Crowley, you don't know, there's so much to think about, I can't allow myself to take a break and be lazy. Nothing can be left to chance."

Crowley replied as calmly as ever, "Angel, it's past 9:00 at night. What more can you do? You can't go door to door at this hour, and I don't see anything on your list that can't be put off until tomorrow."

Aziraphale shook his head again, "Crowley, after last time's fiasco, I can't afford any mistakes. It has to be perfect."

"Angel, Angel... calm down. I understand that you're worried, but I promise you that taking a break now won't make things worse, quite the opposite."

Still with his hands on the angel's shoulders, he slid them down his arms and, having taken hold of his hands, led him to the chair, where he made him sit down.

The angel struggled again, "Crowley, I don't have time for this."

Crowley positioned himself behind the angel, placed his hands on his shoulders again, and said, "Angel, for once in your life, do what I tell you without question."

"Hey, I always do."

Crowley chuckled slightly and replied, "Really, you want me to make you the list, Gabriel, the ball, the car..."

Aziraphale sighed, "It's okay..."

Crowley smiled and began gently massaging the angel's shoulders in small circles with his thumbs. He said softly, "Aziraphale, I know this meeting is important, or rather the fact that you're organizing it, because you didn't care much for such meetings before. I understand that when you're in charge, you want things to go well. And it will. But tonight you're going to stop thinking about all that. Not another word about this meeting until tomorrow morning."

"But I..."

"Not another word."

"Crowley..."

"Angel, this isn't going to change anything. Let me take care of you for tonight, you'll see things in a different light in the morning and everything will be fine."

He was relieved when Aziraphale finally sighed and murmured, "All right..."

Crowley leaned over, kissed his hair and said softly, "Good decision, angel, you won't regret it."

Aziraphale bowed his head and Crowley continued his little massage, lingering on the areas of the angel's shoulders and neck that he felt were tense.

After a few minutes, he heard faint breathing and leaned forward to see that the angel had fallen asleep.

He called softly, "Angel..."

He couldn't help but laugh slightly as Aziraphale, who had never slept for centuries, had fallen asleep at the hands of the demon no sooner said than done.

However, Crowley couldn't let him sleep in that position. He walked in front of him and, kneeling down, gently ran his hand across the angel's cheek and said softly, "Angel, wake up. You can't sleep like this."

The angel murmured, "Crowley...m so tired."

Crowley laughed softly, "I know, my angel, but take it from someone who has slept in his car for several months, you are not going to like waking up like this tomorrow morning."

After a little encouragement and coaxing, as best he could, he managed to get the angel to stand up and took him, after a laborious climb up the stairs, to the bedroom. He sat him down on the bed and undressed him into a more comfortable outfit. Now that the angel had let go, he was so overcome with fatigue that he gave in like a puppet. Crowley helped him slip under the covers and after putting on a more comfortable outfit himself, he slipped behind the angel, wrapped his arms around his waist and held him close before whispering in his ear, "Go to sleep my angel, tomorrow you'll see everything will be fine."

It took Aziraphale only a few seconds to fall asleep again, and Crowley, once he was sure he was sound asleep, allowed himself to be carried off to sleep as well.

When he awoke a few hours later, knowing his angel's dedication, he expected to be alone, Aziraphale probably busy again. But he was surprised to hear a slight scratching noise and felt that he was not alone in bed. He looked up to see Aziraphale sitting against the headboard, scribbling in his notebook.

The difference from yesterday was that he had a much calmer demeanor and, most importantly, was still in his pajamas.

Crowley said quietly, "Hi, Angel."

Aziraphale looked down at him and replied with a gentle smile, "Good morning, my dear."

"Feeling better this morning?"

Azirphale put down his pencil and gently stroked Crowley's hair before replying, "Yes, very much, and thanks to you.

Crowley straightened up to sit next to the angel, kissed him on the cheek and said softly, "That's what we do, isn't it? Look out for each other. Speaking of which, how would you like me to help you?"

Aziraphale turned his head sharply and asked, "Help me? Why would you want to help me? You don't like that sort of thing!"

Crowley nudged him on the shoulder and replied, "No more than you do, but you do it anyway, don't you?" The demon looked down at the angel's notebook and said, "Let me take care of convincing people to come."

"You're not going to threaten them, are you?"

Crowley chuckled, "Angel, I can be charming, you know?"

Aziraphale nudged his shoulder back, "Believe me, I know."

"So let me handle this."

Aziraphale nodded and pressed his lips to Crowley's hair before saying quietly, "Thank you."

By mutual agreement, they decided to get up and get dressed in preparation for the day ahead.

After coffee for Crowley, tea for Aziraphale, and one last lingering kiss, they went their separate ways to prepare for the next evening's meeting.

Crowley decided to visit Justine's first.

The owner of the French restaurant was setting tables on her terrace when he arrived.

"Bonjour Justine."

She looked up and replied as she saw him, "Oh, Mr. Crowley, Mr. Fell's partner."

Crowley replied, "Crowley will do, and as for Mr. Fell, I'm sure he won't mind you using his first name."

"So, what can I do for you?"

"I have come on his behalf to invite you to the next meeting of the shopkeepers, a real one this time, which will be held tomorrow at 6:30, no dancing."

"Oh, that's too bad, the dance was fun."

"Aziraphale also asked if you're coming to bring some amuse-bouches."

Justine replied immediately, "Let him tell me the number of people tomorrow morning and I'll bring what he needs."

Crowley, surprised that it had gone so well, thanked her, unable to hide his astonished look.

Justine said softly, "You know, most of us don't remember what happened that night, but we do remember being in danger at some point, and we all came out of it unscathed. And we know you had something to do with it, so I don't think you'll find much resistance when you visit the other shopkeepers."

Crowley thought to himself that after thousands of years, humans could still surprise him, and in a good way.

He nodded with a smile and thanked her again before heading to the music store.

When he entered, he greeted the shopkeeper, who replied, "Mr. Fell's companion. Does he have another rare edition to persuade me to come in?"

Crowley thought it might not be that easy, and was looking for a way in when Mr. Arnold suddenly smiled and added, "What Mr. Fell gave me that night makes me his debtor for many years to come, so I'll be there tomorrow night.

"Oh," Crowley said simply.

This was finally going to be easy.

Most of the owners accepted the invitation without a problem, as Justine had said.

Crowley only had to accept that Mrs. Sandwhich would continue to call him nice, test a new coffee for Nina, and find a rare Queen record for a buyer at Maggie's.

The ease of the task didn't stop him from being glad to get back to the quiet of the bookshop.

Crowley said just before he collapsed on the sofa, "Angel, I swear I've done enough socializing for... I don't know how long, but a long time, I swear!"

Aziraphale, sitting at his desk, turned sharply to him and asked, "So? Who's not coming?"

Crowley, a proud little smile on his lips, replied, "Nobody, they'll all be there and with what you asked for. And by the way, I'm your friend, your companion, your partner, your lover. That's all the name they've given me."

"Oh, Crowley, I don't know how to thank you."

Crowley replied quietly, "I do."

Aziraphale looked at him in confusion and asked, "And how?"

The demon just opened his arms.

The angel shook his head and muttered affectionately, "Idiot," before joining him on the sofa and snuggling up to him, his arms around his waist as the demon's wrapped around his shoulders. After all, this way of thanking was just as enjoyable for him.

"Crowley?"

"Hm?"

Aziraphale looked up and asked, "Do you think I'll be up to it tomorrow night?"

Crowley grabbed his chin and seriously replied, "Angel, I've seen you stand up to a bunch of archangels and a bunch of demons with a bell and shut them up. So I don't just believe, I absolutely know you'll be up to the task."

He leaned his head forward and pressed a tender kiss to the angel's lips.

When he started to pull away, Aziraphale put a hand around his neck to stop him, and in turn, planted an equally tender kiss on his lips before saying, "Crowley, I couldn't have done it without you.

Crowley pulled him close before saying, "That's why we're a group of the two of us."

Aziraphale laughed slightly before replying, "You're right."

Then, snuggling a little closer to the demon, he said quietly, "You know what? I'm done for tonight, can we just stay like this and do nothing?"

Crowley kissed his hair and replied, "I have absolutely nothing against that program.

Aziraphale curled up even more against him and said quietly, "I...I never thought it would be this easy."

"What, Angel?"

"You and me like this."

Crowley sneered, "You call hundreds of years easy?"

"Idiot."

"But I see what you mean. I, too, sometimes find it hard to believe."

Aziraphale drew his face to his and kissed him again before asking, "And so? Is it easier to believe?"

Crowley pouted and replied, "Um, I don't know, I think I need more persuasion."

The angel laughed softly, but wasted no time in trying to convince the demon.

The next evening, he sat at the end of the table next to Crowley, ready to begin the meeting.

He coughed, trying to put on a brave face as apprehension gripped him, when he suddenly felt a hand on his thigh.

Crowley.

He let out a discreet sigh of relief.

The anxiety was still there, but thanks to that reassuring hand, he was ready to overcome it.

A group of the two of us, right?

He knew exactly what to say.

"Good evening everyone, thank you for coming. Before I hand over to Mr. Brown for the order of the day, I have a little announcement to make."

Feeling Crowley's surprised look, he placed his hand over his and intertwined their fingers before continuing, "Some of you already know, but I'm taking advantage of us all being together tonight to officially tell you that Crowley and I are together. As... as a couple. We live here together."

As his announcement caused a jovial buzz around the table, he felt Crowley's hand squeeze a little tighter in his own and turned his gaze to him.

Seeing the demon's expression and smile, Aziraphalel knew he'd said exactly the right thing.

The demon leaned over and whispered in his ear, "You'll never cease to amaze me, angel."

Aziraphale whispered back, "That way you'll have even less trouble believing it now, won't you?"

The demon shook his head and laughed softly.

Aziraphale joined in the laughter.

The demon took advantage of the bustle around the table to plant a light kiss on the angel's temple.

And when the meeting turned serious some time later, their hands remained intertwined on Aziraphale's thigh the entire time.

Even though Aziraphale felt absolutely confident and all his fears had vanished, he didn't want to let go of that hand.

Never.

Because they were a group of the two of them.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Growing Love series : here (After season 2)

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here (Before season 2)

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khaylin27 · 1 year

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You're a What!?

Part 1 of DODGERS VS PHILLIES BABY!!!

Pairing: Miles Teller x Fem!Reader

Summary: What if Miles Teller dated someone who was a Dodger fan instead of a Phillies fan?

Warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF, Miles being drunk, So many baseball references, Dodgers v.s. Phillies lol

Word Count: 1893

A/N: BEFORE Y'ALL COME AT ME, I respect Miles and Keleigh's relationship and marriage. THEY ARE RELATIONSHIP GOALS!!!! I wanted to write this because I love Miles and baseball. If you feel this isn't for you, please don't read it.

You met Miles not too long ago at a mutual friend's wedding in Philadelphia. He was one of the groom's friends and you were the bride's friend so you guys were ironically sitting at the same table.

You knew who he was because of his recent movie Top Gun Maverick but you were shy to say anything as he was drunk and dancing to Single Ladies by Beyoncé. So instead you decided to watch the Dodgers v.s. Angels game at your table while everybody danced.

As Max Muncy was up to bat, you suddenly got disturbed by a very drunk Miles Teller sipping another glass of whiskey. "Aren't you a little bit too drunk right now to be drinking some more?" You ask as your focus was now on Miles instead of the game.

"Maybe just a tiny bit but I'm sobered up now because you're talking to me." His flirty comment made your cheeks slightly red as he moves right next to you. "What are you watching there?"

"Umm the Dodgers v.s. Angels game. I've been a big baseball fan since I was little, especially for the Dodgers." As you said that you see that Max Muncy hits a home run and the Dodgers win. "OH MY GOODNESS. WE WON!!!" You shout out with happiness while Miles covers his ears. "Sorry for being loud."

"It's okay. I like a girl who's very passionate, especially about baseball. I'm the same way too. " He winks as he says that. "I don't think I introduced myself. I'm Miles, Miles Teller."

"And I'm James, James Bond." You both laugh at your response. "Just kidding. My name is Y/N L/N. I'm a friend of the bride."

"It's nice to meet you Y/N. I'm a friend of the groom but hopefully, I can be more than just a friend to you." He smirks at you as your cheeks were turning bright red. "Is it possible to get your phone number?"

"Well, I would give you my number but I don't think it's worth it considering how drunk you are. You might forget me." You laugh at the end because after tonight he might forget you ever existed.

"Sugar, I won't be able to forget a pretty face like you getting so excited about baseball." You're writing your number on a napkin as he says that and put it in his coat pocket.

"That's my number. If you don't forget about me, text me and we can go on a date." You say as you get your stuff to go say goodbye to the newlyweds. Leaving Miles at the table smiling happily as you leave.

The Next Day

You were asleep in the hotel bed until you hear your phone buzzing nonstop. At first, you thought it was your manager texting you for an upcoming project but to your surprise, it was someone else.

UNKNOWN: Hey sugar! I don’t know if you remember me from last night but I remember you ;)

YOU: Ahh so you didn’t forget about me, Miles. I feel touched 🥹

MILES: How can I forget a beautiful woman like you that passionately loves baseball?

YOU: You remember that too, I guess I left an impression on you. Are you hungover right now?

MILES: Yes you left a very good impression last night. And yes I am VERY hungover *sends pic

YOU: Aww so sorry for that bud. Wish I can help but your actions do have consequences. You drank too much and now you have a hangover.

MILES: It’s nothing that I’m not used to. It’ll go away once the medicine kicks in. What are your plans today?

YOU: Nothing really. This might be the only time I have free time so I’ll probably explore Philadelphia. I’d never been here before until I got invited to the wedding.

MILES: Oh that sounds fun but if you want I have Behind the Plate tickets to the Phillies tonight. Wanna come?

YOU: Ooh you got me at Behind the Plate tickets. Who are they playing against?

MILES: The LA Dodgers. Why?

YOU: Oh no reason :) What time do I have to be there?

MILES: We have to be there by 5 pm. So I’ll come to your hotel by 4:30 pm cause your hotel is close to the stadium.

YOU: WOW! How do you know I’m staying at a hotel?

MILES: I might have asked my friend where you were staying at 🫣

YOU: Wow 😅 you really think you have a chance with me?

MILES: Yep cause we both love baseball 😉 and I like you.

YOU: Is this considered our first date?

MILES: It can be our first date ;) Hey, I’ll text you when I’m at your hotel. I have to get ready.

YOU: Okay, talk to you later.

Hours Later

A couple hours later and now you’re heading down the hotel lobby. You see Miles wearing a red Phillies hat with a Phillies jersey. The Dodger fan in you was kinda disgusted but you didn’t want to say anything. This was considered your “first date.”

He hugs you. “Hey beautiful. You look amazing.” You were wearing a simple black romper but it made you look amazing. But there was one thing Miles didn’t like and it was the blue Dodger hat that was on your head. “Except I don’t like that hat.”

“Sorry to burst your bubble hot stuff but this girl is from LA and loves her Dodger blue.” You smile at him and comment back at him. “I also don’t like yours either.”

“I didn't know you were a Dodgers fan!?"

"If you weren't too drunk last night then maybe you would've remembered me saying that I've been a Dodgers fan since I was little." You laugh a little because he totally forgot you said that last night.

"Is that why you asked me what team the Phillies were playing today?” He asks as you guys walk into the limousine.

“Of course! If they were against someone else I wouldn’t have come. I’m loyal to my boys in dodger blue.” You smile at him. “You’re very lucky to have met me at the right time or else you would’ve lost me.”

In The Car

As you were heading to the stadium you guys started to get to know each other. He was born and raised in Philadelphia and perused acting. For you, you were born and raised in LA and perused being an influencer on social media. The conversation was very good and you got to know him a little more until you reached the stadium.

“Hey Y/N. I think we should hold hands. There’s going to be a lot of paparazzi and you might get lost.” He suggests as the limousine had stopped.

“Are you asking me because you’re worried or you just wanna hold my hand?” You ask with a smile as he smirks back.

Miles gets out of the car first and holds your hand as you get out of the car. He was right about the paparazzi, there were a lot and you were a little bit anxious. But when Miles was holding your hand it was calming to you and you got to your seats safely.

“Hey, thanks for holding my hand. I was feeling a little anxious back there with all that paparazzi but you calmed me down.” You sincerely thank him and he smiles.

“I’m glad that I helped. There’s going to be a lot of that today since I’m an actor and you're an influencer. But I’m going to be here for you.” You smile back at him. “Is it just me or are you hungry?”

“I’m kinda hungry too."

"I’ll ask a staff member to get us some Philly cheesesteaks. It’s a staple to have in Philadelphia and since it’s your first time you need to get it!” He says as he calls a staff member to get us some cheesesteaks.

Once he’s done talking to the staff member you ask him a question. “So who do you think is gonna win tonight?”

“I gotta go with my team. We got Harper and Schwarber!” He say’s excitedly. “You think your team is gonna win?”

“I for sure think my team is gonna win! We have Betts and Muncy.” You say with so much confidence to him.

Your Philly cheesesteaks come on time and you both open them. It smells so good but the taste is! Was so good!! “OH MY GOODNESS!! This is so good!!! How did I live my life not trying this!?”

“That’s what happens when you're a Dodger fan sugar. All you have is hot dogs.” Miles says.

“That’s not true. We have some BOMB tacos every Tuesday.” You say as you eat your cheesesteak.

Once you guys finish your cheesesteaks Miles makes you a deal. “Hey Y/N you wanna make a deal?”

You were now curious, “what type of deal?”

“I know you live in LA and I currently live here. I don’t want this to end. If the Phillies win tonight, this doesn’t end and we get to keep talking. Even though we live far away from each other.” Miles suggests.

“And what if the Dodgers win?” You ask with a smirk on your face.

“That’s up to you then. But I have much faith in my team that they’re gonna win.” He smiles as the game starts.

Bottom of 9th Inning

It was the bottom of the 9th inning. You guys were both anxious for different reasons.

You were anxious because the Dodgers were winning 4 to 3. Since it was the bottom inning, the Phillies were batting because they were the home team. If someone from the Phillies magically got two runs that would mean Miles would win his bet.

Miles was very anxious too. The Phillies need two more runs and they would win. Except there were two outs and if one more batter got out it would be over.

This was a make-it-or-break-it moment. If this batter gets out it’s game over, but if he hits a run the Phillies still have a chance. As Julio Urías was pitching the last pitch to determine it the umpire declares it as an out.

THE DODGERS HAVE WON!!! All Dodger fans at the stadium we cheering with joy because they won. Miles however wasn’t.

He lost his bet with Y/N and that meant he might never see her again. “OMG MILES!!! WE WON!!! WE WON!!!”

“Congrats to guys I guess?” He says with a sad smile.

You can tell he was sad. He really thought his team was gonna win. “Hey don’t be so sad? Cheer up hot stuff.” You say with a little smile.

“Why would I cheer up. I don’t even know if I’ll be able to see you again.” As he says that you put your arms around his neck and kiss him passionately.

You pull away and ask with a smile, “Does that answer your question hot stuff?”

“That most definitely does sugar.” He kisses you again but this time it gets caught on the Phillies kiss cam.

And this was just the beginning of their relationship and their feud with the Dodgers and Phillies.

A/N: OMG THE FIRST CHAPTER! Hope y'all liked it.

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chiefduckgarden · 2 years

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Memories

Wanda Maximoff x reader

Based on Conan Gray's Memories.

Summary: After a painful breakup with Wanda, things are looking up in your life again until one night she shows up at your door.

A/N: I hope you like this one, any feedback is appreciated! :) Happy reading!

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It was past 7:30 pm when you finally made it to go home after finishing the long piles of reports that you found on your desk that morning.

Placing your soft scarf around your neck and taking a sip of your coffee you said your goodbyes at everyone left at the office and made your way to your car.

Before your could say goodbye to the door security guard, the janitor's voice called for you.

- Sorry miss Y/LN, I know you're in your way out but I wanted to ask you something - his elder voice told you.

- Oh sure Mr. Brown, is there anyway I can help you? - you said

-Well, before your vacation I found this picture on the trash can in your office and I didn't got the chance to ask you if it was a mistake or you wanted to throw it away - he said showing you the picture of you and your ex girlfriend that you used to have on your desk - I wanted to ask you about it, but then I got my vacation time and I just find it again today at the warehouse.

Your heart skipped a bit at the sight of the picture, you thought it would be damn far from you in a distant garbage dump by now, but no. It was there in front of you, the face you've been avoiding for almost 5 months.

The sight of the broken glass made you relive the night you broke it.

It was almost 11 pm, your chest was pounding in hurt. It really felt like your heart was broken, and by the pain you were experimenting, you were sure you were kind of dying.

The office was quiet and alone, you've told the night guard that you came back for some files on your computer but it was only because you didn't knew were to go so you drove to the only place you knew she wouldn't be able to get in.

Once in the safety of your own office your tears began to run desperately, the aching never ceasing. Your eyes closed for a moment and the image of your girlfriend in arms of that man came instantly to your mind.

Vision.

Hours before your were parking in front of your house. Your boss told you to go home early because he would be needing you earlier the next morning for a meeting, and he didn't wanted you to be tired. So you went for your girlfriend's favorite dinner and drove back home to surprise her.

The joke was on you.

Moans and the sound of the bed against the wall were filling the silence in the house.

Leaving the dinner on the counter and making your way up stairs your heart began to race in anticipation. The moans intensified and then your heart broke at the voice of your girlfriend:

- Vis...

In front of you, in your house, in your shared bed, the love of your life was tangled in the sheets with another person.

- Wanda... - you said in a low voice with your hand still on the doorknob.

Suddenly they stopped their actions and she looked at you, her lipstick all over her face and covered on sweat.

- Y/N - she said before covering her body with the sheets and putting distance between her and the man on her side.

- Oh Wanda... - you trapped your lower lip between your teeth, tears running down your cheeks. Your gaze fell to the floor with disappointment.

- No Y/N, i can explain - she said making her way to you - I'm sorry, I can explain.

Her hand made her way to your cheek to run her thumb on it, but her touch felt like fire against your skin.

- Don't touch me - you said taking a step back - Don't you dare to touch me.

- No baby, I'm so sorry - she repeated - Please let me explain.

Wanda was also starting to cry but you couldn't focus on anything else but getting out of that house.

And now you were there alone, in an empty building with a broken heart. Your eyes landed on the picture on your desk. A photo of you and Wanda on your last Christmas, you were sat together by the fireplace and smiling at the camera.

Anger ran through your blood and you take the picture just to smash it to the ground.

After a few minutes you took what was left of the frame and threw it to the trash can along with the picture.

Wanda Maximoff was out of your life.

You blinked twice before answering the man in front of you.

- No Mr. Brown, it wasn't a mistake, please threw that away - you said firmly and he just nodded before putting it in his trash bag.

- Okay, thanks for the clarification Miss, have a goodnight - he said before returning to his duties.

You smiled and told him goodbye too.

Once in your car you take your time to put your thoughts in order. Seeing her face after all those months wasn't as terrible as before. Feeling proud of yourself you started driving.

After breaking up with Wanda she left your house. She used to live with you despite having her own apartment, but you decided for her to be at your place because it was bigger for the two of you.

But after finding her with his co-worker she moved again to her flat.

You weren't there when it happened cause after the meeting with your boss you asked him to have your vacations and he accepted.

So your best friend Peter made sure that she left your house and he supervised everything.

A month later when you came back you found a cold house. But you knew it was for the best. In the following months you kept finding things that Wanda left, but you just put them in a box at the basement to ask Peter to hand them to her later.

Despite your lack of response Wanda was still blowing up your phone with calls and messages asking you for a talk.

Ignore her was easier for you during your time out but now you didn't had any distractions from her.

Please Wanda stop, I don't wanna talk to you

That was the only thing you texted to her before blocking her number.

Now you were in a new phase in your life, getting over your past relationship hasn't been easy but you were progressing. Your job kept your mind busy and your friends helped you taking you out and trying for you to met new people. You had even gone on a date once, with that Yelena girl Peter introduced you to at a Party. It was fun but nothing serious, now you just texted each other from time to time.

You knew it wasn't been that much time since Wanda, but moving on with your life was really helpful. At least you didn't cry anymore.

When you finally made it to your home it was about to start raining, and judging by the clouds, you could tell it would be a strong storm.

You were starving so the first thing you did was put some water to boil for making some pasta. The day had been long for you.

You changed your clothes into something more comfortable and turn on some soft music. You started to cut some carrots to make a sauce for your spaghetti when the doorbell rang.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, looking at the clock it was around 8:30 pm, the storm outside was heavy and you weren't expecting anyone. Maybe you were just imagining things.

You went back to your dinner duties when you hear a second rang in your doorbell but also knocks on the door this time.

Cleaning your hands with a towel you made your way to the door, looking through the peephole. But as soon as you saw who it was you quickly looked away.

She couldn't be there. No, this couldn't be happening.

- Y/N please... It's me, Wanda - she said knocking on the door again - I know you're home, your car is parked and the lights are on, please...

Your breathing became heavier. After a few seconds your shaky hand took the doorknob.

Slowly opening the door her figure appeared in front of you. Her clothes were soaking because of the pouring, her face was a mess, and you weren't sure if it was because the rain or because her own tears. Her big green eyes met yours and you felt like dying for a second.

- Wanda...

It was the first time you've saw her after that night. The last image you had of her was naked along Vision on your bed.

- What are you doing here? - you said still in shock.

- I... I'm here cause I need to talk... We need to talk - she said looking sternly at you.

You shook your head.

- There's nothing i want to discuss with you - you said.

- Just give me one last talk if that's what you want but... Please.

Looking her all wet from head to toe at your door made you feel kind of sorry for her, so you just take a step aside to let her in the house.

- Thank you - she said.

She walked in front of you and you could smell alcohol on her scent.

- You're drunk - you said without looking at her and closing the door.

She shook her head.

- No, not completely, believe me, I'm well aware of what I'm doing. I just took a shot of whiskey before coming here, I swear.

You nodded and crossed your arms facing her.

- What do you want Wanda? - you asked firmly.

She stared at you for a few seconds without saying anything. It felt like she was analyzing your face after so long.

- Your hair, you cut it - she said.

You huffed.

- What? Yes I cut it, but that doesn't answer my question.

She cleared her throat and moved uncomfortably in her place.

- I'm here cause I wanna talk about what happened between us - she said looking straight at you - I want to apologize.

You just looked at her incredulously.

- I don't need an apology Wanda, what you did is unforgivable - you said raising your voice and crossing your arms.

- I know I hurt you Y/N, but if you just give me one chance to explain everything... I know apologizing is not enough and it will never be enough but it's the least I can do - she said taking a step closer to you.

- No Wanda, the least you can do it's leave me alone and disappear from my life.

- I already disappeared for 5 months Y/N! I gave you time and space to process and think about you, now please listen to me - the redhead said raising her voice.

You laughed bitterly.

- You've been stalking me with calls and messages, until I blocked your number you stopped, so don't say you gave me time and space, that's bullshit!

- That's because I wanted to talk and explain everything to you, but you preferred to escape from the problem and hide before talking to me!

You couldn't believe what she was saying.

- You're an asshole - you simply said.

- How can I be an asshole when I'm here facing you and apologizing for my actions?

- Do you even know what are you apologizing for?

The sudden noise of the water boiling on your kitchen took place between your conversation.

- I need to go see my pasta - you said walking to the kitchen, but you heard her steps following you.

- I'm sorry for hurting you... - she was about to start talking when anger took power over your body, so after turn down the flame you turned back to face her again.

- Oh no Wanda, you didn't just "hurt" me - you interrupted her, remarking the word she used - You destroyed me, broke me into pieces, you betrayed me, you humiliated me in my own house, you have no idea of the pain you put me through, and yet, you have the audacity to walk in here and tell me you want to apologize - you said, you were basically screaming and crying at this point but you didn't care - If you could have felt what you made me feel that night, I'm sure you would've hated yourself.

She stared at you speechless, tears running down her cheeks.

- Oh please, now you want to cry... - you said throwing your arms in the air chuckling bitterly.

- As I said, i know I did wrong, i cheated on you and I'm so sorry, but Y/N, you ran away from the problem without a second thought and I...

- And what did you expected? That I would sit on the couch calmly and wait for you and your stupid boyfriend to finish your business to have a talk?!

She shut her eyes at the mention of Vision.

- He's not my boyfriend - she said

- Like I care - you answered.

Tears rolled down her face. You wanted to cry, to yell at her and take out all the anger you had kept for five months. Maybe this was the right time for her to finally come clean with you.

- Or perhaps we really need to discuss this Wanda - you said ironically - You said you wanted to talk, so let's talk

She looked at you, sniffling her nose.

- What do you mean?

- Tell me Wanda, how long did you fool me huh? A week, maybe a month?

- No Y/N, i don't think this is...

- Oh c'mon, it doesn't matter anymore, how long did you fucked Vision?

She went silence.

- Tell me...

- One month - she suddenly said - It was only one month.

You closed your eyes at her confession.

- Gosh...

You felt so stupid. The woman fucked her co-worker for a whole month and you blindly believed every word she said.

- Was I always right? Whenever I asked you about what was going on between the two of you? I was always right about my suspicious...

She nodded.

- But Y/N I swear it meant nothing, it was just sex.

You forrowed your eyebrows.

- What the hell are your saying? Do you really think that saying it was 'just sex' makes it any better?

- No, no, no, I know it's still a horrible thing to say but what I mean it's that I never stopped loving you, he never made me feel anything.

She had to be joking.

- If he meant nothing to you, then you're the most stupid person I've ever met, you threw a relationship through the window for nothing.

- No baby, we don't have to throw anything away - she said in a lower voice taking your face between her hands - Now we're talking and maybe we can make this work again, rescue our love.

- What are you doing? - you asked taking a step back - There's no love to rescue because I feel nothing for you anymore. These past few months helped me a lot to understand that, despite any reason you could have gave me that night, or even now, there's no excuse for what you did. I wasn't enough for you and I learned to live with that, now it's your turn to understand that you are not enough for me.

She shook her head erratically.

- No, no, no, no, don't say that my love, I made a mistake but you will always be enough for me, you are the love of my life, i refuse to lose you without a fight - she said between sobs.

- There's no use in trying to save something that isn't here anymore Wanda. We can't keep holding back each other from moving on.

The woman in front of you fell on her knees crying, but you didn't moved from your place.

- This can't be over, we can't end things like this, we love each other - she said desesperately.

- I don't love you anymore Wanda. In fact, I was doing just fine before you decided to show up at my door to ruin everything, I was happy...

- I will never be happy without you - she said cutting you off.

- Well I will never be happy if I'm still with you. Wanda you will always be part of my life but just in my memories, there's no space for you in my future. I wish you could stay in my memories, but no where else.

She looked up at you from her position on the floor, but then shift her gaze to something else.

She had lost you, she knew it very well now. Everything was over between the two of you and she felt broken about it. You weren't hers, not anymore.

After some minutes of silence she spoke.

- At least let me stay the night, or until the storm is over.

You stared at her incredulously, you were about to say something but then you remembered the box on the basement with her belongings in it.

- Well, now that you mention it, you can stay for as long as it takes you to pick up your things and leave - you said walking to the basement.

She looked at your way confused, a moment later you came back with the box in you hands. Standing up from the floor she walked towards you to the front door.

- Here are the books that you left in my spare room - you said placing them in her arms for her to take them - The coat and the scarf you bought on New York that you left in the basement closet, and the stupid perfume you use - You said harshly handing her all her stuff.

- But Y/N, you can keep all these things, you love that perfume - she said sadly.

- Well not anymore, I don't want my house to smell like you Wanda, please take it with you - you told her and opened the door.

She stared at you for a few seconds, her big sad eyes were trying to find a last chance with you. But you didn't looked back at her, so she just cleared her throat and take a step outside.

- Goodbye Y/N, please know that I will always love you if you decide to give us another chance.

You remained silence briefly but spoke to her one last time.

- Goodbye Wanda.

And you closed the door.

You loved Wanda Maximoff, but she was better in your memories.

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diosama27 · 1 year

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Yandere Deku (part 1)

The characters are above 18

(Warning: ooc, obsessed izuku midoriya, stalking, yandere behaviour)

You were late so you asked your mom to drop you of in school and on your way you saw a drak blackish green haired guy who was in your class running behind a bus to catch it, just to trip and fall.

Since you knew he was your classmate you offered him a ride

He was more of a shy type guy he was more suprised to know that you knew him and that he was your classmate. He felt his cheeks burn and a tint of red blush appeared in his face. He hesitated at first but accepted the offer later with an apology for making you wait.

As he got in, you introduced yourself to him properly and he did the same and greeted your mom too.

After dropping you off your mother waved goodbye to both of you and was back in the car driving for work.

You were not much of an outgoing person but still intiated the conversation and he followed. He thanked you for the ride and left.

Midoriya pov:

She seems to be a good person, she's also very beautiful I want to have her in my arms and her chubby waist which hangs out of her skirt waistband is the best. 'Oh, what I'd do to hold on to those perfect love handles.' Her wide waist looks so perfect for my arm. Her plumpy lips looks delicious just like a cheery. She looks so perfect. Shitt I shouldn't hope for all this. She's way out of my league.

End of pov~~~

AN: The classes went on and they were not punished as they arrived just in time.

After this incident midoriya was not able to forget about the beautiful smile yn had that day.

All his dreams were about you. Y'all only shared a conversation for a brief moment but still he was not able to forget you. Yn was always in his mind.

Everytime he sees your smile he was happy. He was not able to focus on anything other than you.

You used to smile at him occasionally but midoriya was all nervous when he saw your smile. He didn't like that you were "too" close with others, it didn't matter whether the person was a boy or a girl. He only wanted you to show that beautiful smile to him and only him. It was just for him no one had the rights to see it.

Lately you've been feeling that you're followed by someone. You could always feel eyes on you, be it in your house, room, school anywhere and everywhere you go you could feel someone watching you. You shurrged the thought of it but you couldn't stop being anxious.

One day when all of the girls including you in your class were having fun chatting and gossiping suddenly the subject changed to their relationship stories. You didn't have a lover yet. So you were uncomfortable with the topic but played it cool listening to all the lovey dovey, spicy things your friends said.

Finally it was your turn, all of them were looking at you with exceptations. You just akwardly said that you didn't find the person yet, scratching your nape. Most of them furrowed there brows cos you were a person who brightens the mood of people that you were fond of, so they thought that you might be seeing someone.

But one of them said "oh, I'm sorry we shouldn't have asked you these questions, Nowadays guys like thin girls better. We understand where you're coming from yn" with a stupid smirk on her face.

You were mad for the way she put it, but what they said was true, guys really don't like fat girls, they don't even want to be friends with them. It's not that you didn't have guy friends y'all just had some conversations only when necessary and that's it.

"Yn!"

You heard someone calling you, as you turned to the voice of the owner you could see the cute green haired boy walking to you with a smile. You were shocked and so was your classmates. Since he was not the type to come up with conversations.

As he came up to you he said

"Yn i hope that we could finish the project today"

You were astonished, what is he speaking about? What project? You were dumbfounded and didn't know what to answer

"Wait for me at the library, lets go to my place today."

Once again your mouth was agaped

What is he speaking about? Does he even know what it means (AN: yess he does) What should I say?

There were whispers from your classmate and so called friends like

"Hey, maybe they're dating"

"If so, then why did yn not say so?"

"Maybe she was embarrassed or something cause they might be doing some other stuffs too (◠‿◕)"

"What is it to be embarrassed about, it's midoriya his physic and everything it's just perfect"

"Girls are crushing over him"

"Yesss!! I whish that he could crush me with those muscular arms. Kya!!"

"Yeah, you see that"

"Yes i understand, but then why did yn didn't want to let us know"

Your pov:

What the hell are they speaking he could literally hear everything (you just face smacked yourself mentally)

Deku pov:

What the fuck are they talking eww they're disgusting me, wait... but me and yn doing stuffs... Naughty stuffs (he was literally releasing steam from his ears and was flushed red thinking about what all you both could do, what all positions he could put you in and every other unholy thought)

You thought he was uncomfortable since the girls were fangirling over him right in front of him, you didn't know that he was also their type.

Shaking all the thoughts of you and him together out of your brain you just agreed to meet him to stop all the whispers first.

He smiled and went back to his seat. All the girls started bombing you with questions like how did y'all meet, were you only friends with him and whether you can set up a date with him etc ..

You just smiled and went off telling that you had some work to do and you were relieved that you left some of the most attention seeking whores in your class.

It made your biles act up to how they change voices, behaviours and attitude when a boy walks by.

Leaving all that aside you were still contemplating to what all he said. You thought he pitied you, you felt bad and ferocious at the same time.

You took your phone and messaged him and asked him to meet you at the backyard of the school, he replied immediately and as you reached the destination you saw him standing there all nervous

"Izuku, may i know what you mean by that, and what was all that about the project, please if you feel pity for me just keep it to yourself, I've never asked you for anything and do you think that i would feel bad telling the truth to some of the attention seekers here, or did you think that I felt good when you came up and saved my day, they just wanted to pass time and gossip. So please mind your own business, and don't interfere in mine."

He was just standing there trying to process all what have happened and all what you said to his face, you were about to leave but you felt a strong but warm, calloused grip in your hands

"Yn I didn't mean it that way, please let me explain, it's not pity or sympathy I didn't like that you were spending time with people like them

And this feeling what I have for you is not sympathy, it's something which I have not experienced all my life I have had my fair share of relationships but when I see you it's different

I want to do everything and anything to make you feel loved, make you happy, I want you only for myself, you won't understand how I feel when I see you smile to those idiots.

I want everything of you to be mine, everything, I want it only for me your smile, your laugh, your tears, everything I want it for me, I can't get my mind off you, you are always lingering in there.

I want you to be mine and I will always be yours, only yours. I want no one inbetween us, I want it to be us, just us, you and me.

I..I love you yn, since the first time I laid my eyes on you and that's not when you gave me a drive it's way before that

When I first came to class I didn't know how or why but I felt only your presence even when there were so many other students, your presence was warm and soothing it made me feel like I'm home after a clod day outside

It felt good I want you to feel the same with me I want to be there for you, I want you and only you in my life.

I feel blessed that I was able to meet you. Everyday from the very beginning there was not even a single moment that I didn't stop thinking of you.

I have controlled myself for long enough I guess, so now since it's come to this I think it'll be better to let you know how I feel and everything about you

You know I couldn't think straight when it comes to you I want to hold you, I want to feel your lips, your body against mine, I want you to smell like me, I want to give you all the pleasures, all and everything it had been you, only you from the very beginning.

And I don't think I could feel all this from a person who I pity or feel sympathy towards"

"I'm sorry what are you saying?" You say totally confused of what was happening

"I love you yn and that's not because I pity you, and I don't find a reson to pity you, you are astonishing and amaze me every single day. Even when you don't do anything I can't think of anything else but you."

"I'm sorry if you want a relationship but I don't think I could be in one, I'm not ready for that yet, please, I'm sorry"

As you start to walk you feel another strong dominant pull in your hand

"Yn please don't reject me you can take all the time you want and I will wait for you, whenever you want to answer I will be there waiting for your answer, but please don't reject me, please give me a chance, one chance, please. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and cherish each and every moment of it."

"Wait, I'm sorry I have to leave"

Yn pov

He pleaded but I didn't know how to trun him down, how to let him know that I don't believe in a relationship, how I don't want to be hurt, how I get attached to people and then they just leave me, how bad it hurts me, it's always been so people get tired of me because of my appearance, how we become from friends to strangers real quick and I personally feel it's better to be strangers from the beginning if it's meant to end so fast. I have to put me first here, I don't want to believe anyone, they are anyways gonna do the same thing, break my heart, if I'm not in contact with people and if I maintain my distance with everyone even if they leave me, I don't have to deal with the pain atleast.

"I'm sorry" you sigh

You could see tears brimming in his eyes

"I love you yn"

you could hear him through his muffled tone with tears dripping down his cheeks

"I think it'll be better for you if you don't, just look at me, even you will start being ashamed of me (tears drip down your cheeks you don't like crying infront of people but you just couldn't help).

It won't even be a matter of weeks and this relationship will go down the drain. You are the one who can't understand, we will quarrel, you will hate me, people will judge my weight infront of you, you will feel disgus..."

"I love you yn"

"You don't, it'll be only a couple of weeks for you to move on and me, I don't believe on having a love life less telling a relationship. So please stop this and I hope you find someone who's really worth you"

"Yn, I know that you will find someone for whom you are willing to live and die, whom you'll love with all your heart and I hope that this person will be me. I just want you to believe in me and give me a chance. I want to give you all the love you deserve and I'm not giving up on you, not yet

And I'll be waiting for your yes even if it takes days, weeks, months, or years I'll be right next to you waiting for your answer."

You were too stunned to speak and you just stood there with sobbing eyes as you saw him disappear around the corner.

#chubby reader #anime #deku x y/n #bnha deku #deku x you #midoriya izuku #izuku midoria x reader #mha imagines #bnha izuku #yandere x reader #yandere deku #yandere izuku

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sweetpandorabox · 1 year

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My Goodbyes - Cedric Diggory x Female Reader (One Shot)

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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎…⋙

Synopsis: You and your ex-boyfriend Cedric Diggory have been separated for a little over 3 months, it was a mutual and heartbreaking decision with him being in his last and final year of Hogwarts while you have about 2 years left to go before graduation, but not only that time seems to disagree and is not sticking side by the two of you in any way shape or form. Despite still loving each other tremendously there's nothing else you and Cedric can do to fix it, only time shall decide if the two are meant for each other leaving the feelings of ache and misery when you pass by each other pretending not to care...if only it isn't a right person, wrong time situation.

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Female Reader

Story Settings: This fanfiction is set in your 5th of Hogwarts, the Order of the Phoenix time (You're in Harry's year group for this one, and also Cedric survives through the Triwizard tournament and is tied with Harry). Anything bolded and in italic is a flashback scene.

Terms 📖:

Y/N : Your name

Y/L/N : Your last name

Y/E/C : Your eye color

Y/H/C : Your hair color

Y/H : Your house

Warnings⚠️: Angst, Fighting, and Right Person Wrong Time

Word Count : 3,310

The Hogwarts greenhouse was still, no wind seemed to be breezing its way in letting you focus on your note-taking session while the class stayed awfully silent making the sounds of quills being dragged across a piece of parchment audibly loud. Your mind was well occupied and it isn't inhabited by what you wanted it to be, your mind isn't thinking about the magical plant you're studying today which is gillyweed or how gillyweed affects human beings when eaten. Your mind was well occupied by Cedric Diggory your ex-boyfriend of 2 years, it has been about 3 months since the last time you both spoke to each other. It was rough, a breakup full of tears, sleepless nights, and sorrows despite it being a mutual decision between the two of you due to all the changes that were happening and the timing greatly affecting the almost perfect relationship you both had, you effectively thought you've healed and moved on but you've lied to yourself.

Bumping into him on your way to Herbology today has floated back all the happy memories of you and the lovable Hufflepuff back to the forefront of your brain, suddenly the heartache has presented itself back. You still loved him, tremendously and the truth is you're heartbroken and in no way shape or form have healed over the breakup. "Y/N… I'm really sorry I wasn't looking at where I was going", Cedric apologized looking down at your smaller figure and giving you an equally apologetic smile as you look up at him dumbfounded for a second. He crouches down to pick up the books you've dropped during the collision, your eyes watch as he got back up handing in your now neatly stacked books, "T-Thanks Cedric", you smile weakly making sure to linger your eyes elsewhere than his pair of molten silver like eyes.

He paused at your response not knowing what to say before noticing a strand of Y/H/C loose hair covering your left eye, without thinking he tucked it behind your ear, making you flinch at his once tender touch that now seems to torch you alive. "You look beautiful today" he complimented with a hurt look displaying on his face over your flinch, tears welled up in your eyes before you're able to say "Excuse me, Cedric, I'm sorry I can't do this I have to go" you farewell leaving him behind all alone. "Miss Y/L/N…Miss Y/L/N" Professor Sprout shouted catching your attention after a second shout, your head shot up like dear in headlights "Y-yes Professor" you finally respond, as professor sprout shook her head in disappointment as all the other students in your class looked at you with a sheer of confusion. "Miss Y/L/N you really need to pay more attention, I was asking you what attributes gillyweed gives to a human who's eaten it?"

You swallow your overwhelming thought of Cedric away before answering not knowing that your two best friends who happen to be a couple at the same time, Neville and Hannah, were watching you over their seats with concern, not knowing the previous event that led up to your distorted mood and energy. "Well done Miss Y/L/N, please just pay more attention and be aware next time alright? 10 pints to Y/H", Sprout suggested and rewarded before you give her a firm and understanding nod as a response. "Alright, class, please open up your Magical Water Plants of the Highland Lochs book tonight and read page 112 all the way to page 115, oh and jot down any useful information about Gillyweed that you may find…alright class dismissed" Professor Sprout announce as every other student rushes out the greenhouse as it was the last class of the day, you start packing up your things slowly with no emotions displaying on your face.

"Hey, are you alright?" Hannah asked laying a gentle yet reassuring hand on your shoulder as she stand close to Neville, with one of his arms warping around her waist. You turned yourself over after packing up your things facing your 2 childhood best friends with a sad look, "Uhm, to be honest, no, I bumped into Cedric on my way to Herbology today and my emotions are clearly showing me that I haven't made any progress what's so ever in moving on from him… I still love him and it isn't fair that time is not on our side nor all the new things that are happing to him as he'll eventually graduate…it's been 3 months I shouldn't feel this way anymore" you confessed looking down at your shoes due to disappointments and embarrassment swarming over you. Hannah and Neville looked at each other with concern over your well-being unsure of what to do.

After a minute of silence went by Neville looked over at you and place a hand on your head, "Y/N, I think it's time that you take those steps and move on… you need some sort of closure with him so that the both of you are able to be free from these restraining feelings, how about writing him a farewell letter and maybe giving back some of his stuff you've been keeping and haven't returned?" Neville suggested with a hopeful and sympathetic look glimmering in his emerald-like eyes sending some of that energy back to your hurt-looking pair of Y/E/C eyes. Hannah gave him a proud and soft smile rubbing his back, "Nev is right Y/N, I know it may seem unbelievable but I overheard Cedric and Ernie having a conversation, and it was about you, Cedric confessed to Ernie that he still loves you and he finds it tough to see you around with other people especially since he's going to leave Hogwarts quite soon" Hannah added firming your mind up into a decision.

It's been about a week since you've had that conversation with your best friends, you thanked them both greatly pulling them into a group hug as you cried in their arms for about an hour. You're sitting all alone inside your shared dorm room, this time it isn't so still, the wind has managed to breeze up inside the dorm room through an open window one of your roommates has left open, but you've decided to keep it open as it felt freeing and comforting almost as if the wind was a presence itself. With a quill dipped in ink on hand and a piece of blank parchment lying still on your desk, your mind starts to float away as you let all the memories go through your mind so you're able to put some sort of writing into the letter. The afternoon sun shines through the sky giving a slight warmth, letting the tree that you and your boyfriend Cedric are laying under as a sort of shade cooling the both of you as it provides a light breeze through its branches.

"Guess what?" Cedric mentioned, stroking your head gently as you lay your head against his muscular chest listening to his beating heart, a smile make its appearance on your lips at his words, "What?" you respond curiously, "The Ballycastle Bats professional Quidditch teams have signed me as one of their future seekers as soon as I graduated Hogwarts" he mentioned excitedly, however, despite your boyfriends excitement the smile you've had on your lips disappears. "Wow that's amazing love but…isn't the Ballycastle Bats based in Northern Ireland?" you asked with suspense, Cedric grew quiet and cleared his throat before answering. "Y-yeah they are" he hesitated, "Well you see we start trials during this winter break before I come back over here, and they shortlist you from there" he explains trying to ease the fact that he's going to be far away from you since Hogwarts is in Scotland and his team is based in Ireland and that if he really was signed by the team there will be no time made for you do to extensive training, games, and press conferences before the national British and Irish Regional competitions.

"Wow…guess so many new things are finally happening, you're going to be quite far away from me next year, and being an athlete has its downside, you'll be extremely busy" you mentioned in an almost sad-sounding tone. Cedric paused at your sad-sounding answer, not really being able to say something to ease you, but after what felt like years he let out a deep sigh before saying, "I know you may be worried or sad, but I've made a promise to you when I ask you to be mine didn't I? I told you that no matter how far, how messy, how angry, how hurt I am, I'll always love you and that I'll always cherish you for simply existing. Didn't I?" he recited just like his 15-year-old self did 2 years ago, watching as the 13-year-old you, blushed furiously and stumble over your response to his confession.

The rest of that day was hazy but you remembered the kiss he pulled on you all too well, a kiss to ensure you that he's yours and that no matter what he becomes whether it'll be a star quidditch player or not, he'll always have time for you and will try to make it work, but then another memory start playing in your mind vividly as you barely start to write the first paragraph of the letter. "Y/N would you please just listen to me" Cedric shouted in a frustrated tone over you shouting him out, "No Ced this is the 5th time you've ditched me on a date that you so wonderfully planned… When are you going to show up and keep your promise" Your voice starts breaking, with tears leaving you with a blurred vision. Cedric lets out a big breath and lowers his tone, "Look babe I'm so sorry that I kept messing up okay, I kept forgetting how busy school is getting and how much I needed to train in order to get this Quidditch contract" he reasoned with you his face displaying the look of hurt to see you cry.

You wipe the frustration tears away before reasoning, "Love I understand that you're busy with school, and Quidditch training but why keep disappointing me with these empty promises of yours? We don't ever see each other anymore. I'm lucky if I can even sit next to you during dinner or lunch for 10 minutes before you have to get up and do all these things…the thing is love you have your priority sorted and our dreams, our ages are just too different, I mean hell time can't even seem to stick by us for just a moment" you explained with tears fully streaming down your face drenching your face wet, leaving Cedric in distress. "I'm so sorry Ced b-but in order for you to grow and to live your life I have to let you go. I can't have you hurt me nor I hurt you it's too much for me, I love you too much to see you be tied down by me" You broke down not being able to speak anymore watching as Cedric started tearing up himself just going in for a tight hug inside your empty shared dorm room.

That was the memory that broke you, you knew you had to do it for him, and he understood your reasoning behind the split but the both of you can't help but miss each other entirely each and every day. You miss the way he hugs you from behind, kisses your head, or offers his arms as he walks you over to classes while he missed the way your lips feel against his, he missed the way you took care of him and the way you did his tie for him, the desire to get back to each other was strong and true but trouble seems to tie the both of you down, holding the both of you hostage. A stream of salty tears starts drowning your face, a small number of tears managed to drip down on the piece of parchment you've stopped filling with writings a while ago, taken aback by how much you're actually hurting after all this time trying to convince yourself that you've healed, but after a bit of crying you wipe your tears and start writing the letter in comfortable silence glad to be alone in such state just hoping your roommate would stay out all day long so you're able to isolate.

"I heard you uh… got accepted to that Quidditch contract over the winter break, You're finally going to play for the Ballycastle Bats over in Ireland next year, thank goodness they found a great seeker" you mentioned hiding the painful tone in your voice away for Cedric. He smiles excitedly at your supportive-sounding cheer, "I-I uh did, yeah I'm very proud of myself for it. I worked myself to the bone before trials and I can't believe I just did it" he confessed letting out a proud and tiresome chuckle before silence swarmed the both of you again, as the atmosphere made it quite clear that the both of you were still hurting over the break up 3 months ago. The memory of finding out that Cedric has made it played in your mind over and over again, it has been a good couple of months since you wrote your goodbye letter, along with that you packed up all the things that belonged to Cedric that you have not returned, like his quidditch hoodie, his socks, his books, and all the letters he's written you for Valentine's day, Anniversary milestones and for days where you weren't feeling like yourself, it hurts but you knew you couldn't keep them you needed to set yourself free. now the hard part is giving it all back and saying goodbye.

The day you dread the most has finally come, O.W.L's exams are finished, students everywhere in the castle are enjoying themselves, their trunks all packed up temporarily as some are coming back for another year after summer break including yourself while some like Cedric are packing their trunk and leaving Hogwarts for good as it was his last year here before his graduation ceremony. Everyone else seems to be enjoying their last-day feast while you head for the stairs area to drop off your luggage ready for Hagrid and Flitch to load them over to the Hogwarts Express train so it's all ready to depart tonight, along with a small box of Cedric stuff nervous to give them back and terrified of how the interaction between the both of you will go, but you incidentally come across a tall and dark-haired figured in his Hufflepuff Hogwarts uniform, right off the bat you could tell who it was as he struggled to keep his broom standing right up, the scent of his cologne seems to verify him more as you tried you best to keep it together.

You drag your trunk over to the nearest pile not making that much noise still holding the box containing Cedric's belongings including a letter you manage to pour out your heart into, waiting for him to turn and notice you. After a few minutes, he finally got his stuff all ready, satisfied, he dusted his hands clean and turned around only to find a shorter figure, with luscious Y/H/C hair being pulled back into a messy bun and a Y/H uniform she so proudly wears. He blinked his eyes over your beauty not remembering the last time you pulled your hair back and presented your face so openly to him, "Uhm hi Ced" you greet him trying your best to keep eye contact with his air of molten sliver-like eyes, he gulped and greet you back "Y/N h-hi are you alright?" he asks kindly with a slight worry trailing behind his voice, you nodded before clearing your throat, "So I uhm, I have a couple of things that belonged to you that I haven't actually returned, and I thought that today would be the best day to give it so here you go" you hand him the box.

He took it slowly, making slight contact with your hands as it sent electrical charges throughout the both of you, unsure when the last time a spark like that happened. "Thank you Y/N, but what is this," he asks touching a letter you purposefully left out without putting it inside the box, "Oh uhm that's a letter I wrote for you, you know to say goodbye and wish you the best for next year… since this will be the last time I'm ever going to see you again" you explained voice breaking, as tears start glimmering in your pair of now delicate Y/E/C eyes, Cedric frowns at your answer but none of the less nodded firmly, as silence fell between you once again. You sigh the sadness away while also composing yourself before saying "Alright well I should probably get going, I-I uh will see you at the feast yeah? Make sure you eat loads to have a good sleep tonight" you remind him still trying to hold on to all the broken pieces of yourself together before it all come crashing down.

Cedric hesitated not knowing what to do nor what to say, so he chose to look down at his feet trying to figure out what to do with himself before setting the box aside as he watched you walk up the stairs slowly, but suddenly, "Y/N please wait" Cedric begs his voice breaking as if he lost the most valuable thing he had in his life. You stop dead in your tracks with all the tears just freely streaming down hearing Cedric run up the stairs and throw himself to hug you from behind like he always did before, gently turning you around to face him and there he was, face was broken and tears streaming freely just like yours, you couldn't do anything but caressed his cheek as you tippy-toed to reach, using your thumb to rub his tears away, he sniffled in pain, not because he was injured but because of how much he desperately needed you here with him. "Ced, my love I know this is tough, it is for me too but please know that in another life, or in another universe your soul and mine are bound to find each other once more, and then we can finally be happy together...please don't cry" you explained trying not to choke and stumble over your words still crying in agony in these empty halls and stairways.

All Cedric could master at this point was a nod before you pulled him into a kiss, a kiss so different from what it was before, all the happiness and joy disappearing along with the feeling of comfort and secureness with each other, It was all out the window, instead being replaced by the feeling of insecurity, sadness, and desperation but not shy of love. The kiss went on for a while, You couldn't remember the last time you and Cedric kissed, but you ultimately ended it, putting your forehead against his before saying "This is my goodbye, love, I have to go...you should too" you suggested watching as his face breaks some more, trying to form some sort of plead, but before you could collapse into a million pieces you ran out of there as fast as you can possibly go, and made straight for one of the girl's lavatories where you cried there all night hurting, not knowing what else to do with yourself as the one you love has to walk away from you, leaving you empty and numb.