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headcanonthings · 1 month

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As someone still fairly new to the Terror AMC fandom this idea I’m about to outline might have already been written and if so please send it to me

But if not hear me out……….A Black Butler-esque AU

As someone who has fallen in love with Jopson I’ve seen a couple fics that point out or emphasize how good of a steward he is

And the source material already establishes that there are some kind of supernatural entities out there so this doesn’t feel like a big stretch to kind of connect the two

So here’s what I’m seeing:

Crozier runs into some trouble during the Antarctic trip with Ross

like SEVERE LIFE THREATENING kind of trouble

To save his men (especially his best friend and maybe crush Ross) Crozier makes a demon deal

Maybe he doesn’t really understand at first, maybe he thinks the conversation is some kind of dream/hallucination or maybe he believes right away and just weighs the lives of everyone else as worth more than his soul

But he does it and now he’s got a faithful and hellishly good steward in the form of demon!Jopson

Using his demon powers Jopson gets them out of trouble, saves everyone he can, and the expedition is completed and considered a major success

Crozier doesn’t regret the deal but he’s wary of asking demon!Jopson for more things + his own stubborn pride keeps him from asking for more personal things

He wants to earn promotions and higher social standing on his own merits, he wants Sophia Cracroft to love him on her own not because demon!Jopson has done something

So in the 10 years between the Antarctic Expedition and the Arctic Expedition demon!Jopson continues to fill in the steward/servant role (or maybe he just fucks off for a bit, hangs out in hell, makes other deals and just checks on with crozier like yearly idk how close you want to stick with the source materials)

But then we get to the Franklin Expedition

Things play out as expected and even through Crozier is frustrated with Sir John he won’t ask demon!Jopson to intervene

Then the Tunbac appears

We lose Lt. Gore and the others including Sir John

Maybe demon!Jopson knows what’s going on maybe he doesn’t - depends how much you want to play around with the theologies

But I’m imagining we still stick pretty close to the events of the show, lots of misunderstandings and denial of what’s going on

Then we get to the confrontation between Crozier and Fitzjames over the rum

I’m imagining Crozier has rationalized his drinking a lot here because he’s already sold his soul so what does it matter

But after the confrontation he realizes he needs to sober up

Demon!Jopson offers to cure him or at least ease the way but Crozier declines just like he did earlier because it matters to him that he does this the hard way

I think once we hit Carnival is when we can really start diverging from the main plot

Stanley still lights it up but since Crozier will always do his best for the men he finally ask demon!Jopson for help so more men make it out including Macdonald because Goodsir deserves the support for all the medical things

Maybe Hickey still stabs him in his one good deed but demon!Jopson is able to save him and seeing the doctor walking around fine alerts Hickey that there’s something else going on than just the Tunbac

They start the long walk but Crozier asks demon!Jopson for help to save everyone so demon!Jopson ensure that they are rescued (either by Ross or by the Inuits)

That’s the basics at least but here are a couple extra thoughts that may or may not fit together

During their time interrogating Silna about the Tunbac or maybe during an additional scene, Silna reveals she knows Jopson is a demon and in turn this reveals it to some of the other command crew members

Crozier still field promotes Jopson and the demon has no idea why or what to do because he’s not actually a part of the Navy but it still means so much to him

Jopson was originally human and saw his mother through her own addiction, she nearly died when she tried to get sober and Jopson sold his soul to ensure her survival (this happened a century or more ago so he’s had time to work his way up to being a moderately powerful demon in his own right); he still tells this story to Crozier

Demon!Jopson immediately knows something is up with Hickey because he can sense how dark his soul is, he keeps an eye out from afar but doesn’t interfere because he figures it’s not really his business unless Crozier says something or if Hickey comes at Crozier

Maybe he senses Hickeys intentions or gets some kind of spiritual heads up, but Jopson follows the hunting party and keeps Hickey from killing Lt Irving (imagine Irving having to come to terms with the fact that a demon saved his life)

For big things like a rescue Jopson can’t make them happen instantly so he uses up a lot of his own power to keep the men healthy enough to keep going so he looks just as affected by scurvy and starvation as the rest of them (is he taking on the symptoms, does his deterioration just coincidently look similar, or do the men just assume he’s suffering the same illnesses as them because they don’t know differently)

And that’s really all it got for this idea!

Again if it already exists send me the link please

If you are inspired in anyway by this please feel free to write or draw or do whatever with it and then send me the links

#headcanon #fic outline #fanfic prompt?#terror amc #this could easily be a crozier/Jopson fic but I think you could also go gen with it #or you could do crozier/Fitzjames with Jopson supporting and doing little things to help without crozier asking/knowing #if you really want to have fun with Jopson being a demon thrown in a budding relationship with Little or someone else could be fun too #francis crozier #thomas jopson

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nerd-artist · 1 year

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THE HORIZON FANCAST THAT NOBODY ASKED FOR - PART 2

More Gaia gang and friends on Netflix. Who would you cast for them?

Ross Butler as Kotallo

We all agree that Noshir Dalal would be perfect, but I think this is a more “Netflix” approach.

Bex Taylor-Klaus as Alva

Wouldn't this be perfect??

Lyrica Okano as Talanah

She is just her!! Only a few gym days and there is the sunhawk.

Ariela Barer as Petra

Another Runaway? yes. I can totally imagine this actress hitting on Aloy .

MORE HORIZON CAST SOON

#horizon zero dawn #horizon forbidden west #kotallo #alva #talanah khane padish #petra #gaia gang #netflix horizon #fancast #fancast is addictive #netflix #hfw fancast

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offender42085 · 2 years

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Zachary Aksel Welsh, Ohio inmate A748917, born 2000, incarceration intake in November 2018 at age 18, scheduled for parole hearing September 2043, scheduled for release October 2048

Involuntary Manslaughter, Robbery, Tampering with Evidence

A Butler, Ohio teen will be nearly 50 years old when he is released from prison for the shooting death of a fellow high school student.

Zachary Welsh, who was to be tried as an adult for killing Ross High School student Austin Hensley, pleaded guilty to a reduced charge of involuntary manslaughter, aggravated robbery and two counts of tampering with evidence for the fatal shooting at his home.

The prosecution agreed to the sentence in exchange for the guilty plea.

He was originally charged with murder, as well as aggravated robbery, felonious assault and tampering with evidence.

Hensley was found in a house with a shotgun laying against his temple. He died of one shot to the head, and police later learned the shotgun was not loaded.

During questioning by Butler County Sheriff’s detectives, Welsh said he intended to rob Hensley of the shotgun, but when he went to “pistol whip” the teen, the gun went off. Welsh said he then wiped down the gun, washed his hands and stashed the .38-caliber in a hole in a closet of another room.

The courtroom was packed for the sentencing, with Hensley’s mother and sister making emotional statements about the loss of their “Bubby.”

“Imagine what it is like to bring your child home from the hospital in a pumpkin seat for the first time and then carry your child home in a box from the funeral home. That is all I have left,” said Tracey Hensley, Austin’s mother. “You see Zack, you murdered my son, but you also murdered a part of me, a part that I will never get back, and you stand there and you can’t even look at me.”

Welsh who was staring straight ahead, then turned to the grieving mother and said “I looked at you.”

The judge called his name in caution and Welsh faced forward again.

“This person standing here in this courtroom I could tear him apart...I have never hated anyone as much as I hate Zack Welsh,” Tracey Hensley said, but noted it would not bring her son back. “He has done this to himself and everyone pays the price.”

The Defense attorney told the judge, “This is a tragic situation that effected two families and tore two families apart. I talked to Zack and Zack wishes he could go back in time to change things, but that is just not the way it works.”

Welsh declined to make any statement before sentencing.

After sentencing, the judge said he hopes both families can heal, eventually.

“So many lives leave here today forever changed and cannot be put back together,” the judge said

Because of Welsh’s age and the seriousness of the crime, the case was a mandatory relinquishment to adult court. He will receive more than 200 days credit toward his prison sentence for the time he has served awaiting trial.

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redcarpetview · 1 year

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Yola to Perform at American Music Awards 2022!

Photo credit: Joseph Ross Smith

Yola continues her meteoric rise with the confirmation of her performance at the ‘2022 American Music Awards,’ which will air live from the Microsoft Theater at L.A. LIVE in Los Angeles on Sunday, Nov. 20, at 8:00 p.m. EST/PST on ABC and stream the next day on Hulu. Yola will be the SONG OF THE SOUL featured performer, which spotlights an emerging, mission-driven artist that has inspired change and invoked social justice through their lyrics. To celebrate the honor, she will share an electrifying rendition of her song, “Break The Bough.” Written in 2013 following her mother’s funeral, it is a homage to her mother, sharing an imagination of her afterlife. Her poetic lyrics are a wish for her late mother to find a joy she couldn’t find on earth, and an anthem for anyone dealing with complicated grief. With a genre bending mix of R&B, soul and classic pop, the performance is set to be one of the most epic of the evening.

Commenting on this landmark moment Yola stated, “I have long dreamed of performing at the American Music Awards, and honored to be included during the “SONG OF THE SOUL” moment. ‘Break The Bough’ creates a loving false construct of what I hope my mother experienced in her afterlife. A mix of all the things she held dear and brought her happiness during her life. Specifically, her pre-windrush Barbados childhood, disco and Sci-fi.” Yola added, “I hope the song brings a little peace and joy to anyone who has lost someone close to them regardless of how challenging the relationship may have been.”

The song featured on her pivotal sophomore album, “Stand For Myself,” which was twice GRAMMY nominated, making her a six-time GRAMMY nominee. “Stand For Myself” drew widespread critical acclaim.

The Black British genre fluid superstar this year made her acting debut when she portrayed Sister Rosetta Tharpe in Baz Luhrmann’s musical drama “Elvis,” who is played by Austin Butler, alongside Tom Hanks, Kelvin Harrison Jr. and Alton Mason. Her role received widespread praise with support from New York Magazine, Rolling Stone and Harper’s Bazaar.

Yola has since continued her meteoric rise. From joining The Recording Academy®'s Black Music Collective (BMC) Leadership Council alongside H.E.R. and Mickey Guyton to making her debut at Coachella, Yola defines her path and dashes expectation in her wake. Yola also recently appeared on a special CBS Saturday session at D.C’s historic Lincoln Theater. Watch her performance of “Stand For Myself” here.

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eyelessdoll · 19 days

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𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗓𝖾 𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗅 𝖼𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽'𝗏𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗃𝖺𝗆𝗂𝖾'𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗑𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽,

overcoming my vehement distaste for conveying an ounce of emotion in public for the third year in a row now to offer you a confession of undying love rivaled only by that of timothée chalamet on his silly little hilltop. now imagine me there, sending him tumbling like jack with his pail, to wish you nothing but life, laughter, a theater that doesn't deprive you of kristen stewart in a wife beater on your shared birthday and a complete lack of rainbow road arm sleeves in your elderly years. i love you, i love you, i love you more than i love luca guadagnino's filmography, a trent reznor and atticus ross score, the color pink, austin butler's bald cap, my amc stubs a list membership, cannibalism as a metaphor for all consuming devotion... my twin flame, my meemaw, my light, my heart, my forever movie date even from miles and miles away, you are the absolute specialist person who deserves the absolute specialist day and i'm so immensely lucky and so immensely grateful to wish the third of many happy, happy birthdays to arguably the best aries out there 🤍 words cannot even begin to express how fortunate i am to have found you in this lifetime, and i'll continue to find you in many, many more. you’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you, or whatever stevie nicks said. trust. @ptolemvea

#exihibited self control and refrained from making another liana and anna kendrick post.. you'd be so proud

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dnfinite123 · 4 months

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(What if) ZACK SNYDER'S THUNDERBOLTS

1-HAWKEYE

Snyderverse Hawkeye, with Jensen Ackles Clint Barton. So with this one I wanted to basically make the equivalent of Suicide Squad like how the Avengers is to Justice League. So what better than the Thunderbolts, also I plan on making two versions of the team, one would be the David Ayer Suicide Squad equivalent, while the other would be James Gunns The Suicide Squad equivalent. So with this one I imagine that Hawkeye in Rick Flags type role, is recruited by Thunderbolt Ross (in an Amanda Waller role) working for the Government, to lead a team of villains to do good. Basically this team would take influence from when Hawkeye lead em in the comics. I also believe that they dive into Snyderverse Hawkeyes backstory, how he use to be a former villain like in the comics, and how his upbringing such as abusive father, or life in the circus, and how effected him, leading to his reform as an agent of shield. How Hawkeye having a past of being against the law, tries to help out these criminals reform, giving them another chance.

2-TECHNO

the equivalent of Suicide Squad in the DCEU. I've already done an edit of Snyderverse Hawkeye in a Rick Flags type role, so with Techno I imagine him in Deadshot role, and like many in this universe I imagine Techno is an already established character in said universe, formally going by the name of the fixer. Where he would be recruited by Thunderbolt Ross to join new team, the Thunderbolts lead by Hawkeye. Snyderverse Techno, with Pedro Pascal as Paul Norbert Ebersol.

3-ABOMINATION

So for the team I imagine that the Killer Croc equivalent would be Abomination, who prior would have had his beef with Hulk, and was now under Shield custody. Formally a KGB Agent who underwent heavy treatment in an experiment to replicate the Super Soilder serum, based on Banners own stolen research, which lead to him gaining power but mutating in the process. Where they would use him as a super weapon to rival not just Captian America, but the Hulk in power, after some run ins with the Hulk Shield captured him, and later on Thunderbolt Ross would get him out under his own means, and recruit him to join a new team, the Thunderbolts. So Snyderverse Abomination, with Gerard Butler as Emil Blonsky.

4-MACH ONE

So with Mach One I imagine like how with Captian Boomerang in Suicide Squad gave us a cameo from the Flash. I imagine the same for Abner Jenkins, where back in his days as the beetle, he's taken down by Spidey, and thrown in jail. Where later on he's given the opportunity by Thunderbolt Ross to join team, where he not only well be taken out of prison, but also be able to upgrade his gear and put to good use by reinventing himself into Mach One, so Snyderverse Mach-One, with Collin Farrell as Abner Jenkins.

5-SONGBIRD

so with Melissa Gold like the rest has already been established as a criminal prior to the events that unfolds. She went by the name Screaming Mimi, until she was caught after loosing her former partner/lover Angar the Screamer in a hiest. After being detained once she burned out her power, she was taken in by shield were years later she'd be released and given the chance by Thunderbolt Ross to join team, as it could be her second chance. Where they help her regain her power with a new code name. So Snyderverse Songbird, with Cara Delevingne as Melissa Gold.

6-ATLAS

So Atlas, like comics was a former Marine/Mercenary, that underwent special treatment that granted him his powers, in an attempt to replicate pym particles. At first he went by the name Power Man and was getting jobs as hired muscel for criminals and other villains. Until he was brought in by Shield and given the chance by Thunderbolt Ross to join team. Giving him the code name of Atlas along with new suit/gear. So Snyderverse Atlas, with Nathen Fillion as Erik Josten.

7-METEORITE

So with Metorite, Like the comics, was a Phychologyst, and an aide to Dr. Faustus, until she stole the power of the moonstone from the former Moonstone, Loyde Bloch. Taking his power, name as her Like gwn, and starting her own career as a supervillain. Though in time after being locked up in the vualt, strings would be pulled to free her by Thunderbolt Ross orders to have her join the team. Going by new name and gear of provided to her. So Snyderverse Metorite, with Charlize Theron as Karla Soften.

8-BLACK WIDOW

so Snyderverse Black Widow. I imagine like with the comics she use to be a Russian spy until she met Hawkeye on a mission, where they became close. And after some run in's with Ironman, they were later captured/separated until they were both given second chance and became agents of shield. No with Thunderbolt Ross assembling his team and recruiting Hawkeye to lead the team, Clint request to have Natasha as his backup on the team. So if Hawkeye is the equivalent of Rick Flags, I imagine Black Widow would be the equivalent of Katana. So Snyderverse Black Widow, with Heather Doerksen as Natasha Romanoff.

9-BATROC THE LEAPER

so Snyderverse Batroc the Leaper, same as his comic counterpart, as a mercenary. Was a criminal and then captured, later on being brought in as a recrite for Thunderbolts. I imagine he would be the equivalent of Slipknot and that he'd be the one to die, being used as an example of what coukd happene to the team if they fail the mission. So Snyderverse Batroc the Leaper, with Adrien Brody as Georges Bartroc.

A.U not done by me big shoutout to a deveantart username 2006slick

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matthat · 1 year

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151-187 of the Books I Read in 2022

151. Big and Small and In-Between - Carter Higgins 152. Skellington - John Allison 153. Our County Friends - Gary Shteyngart 154. Milo Imagines the World - Matt de la Pena & Christian Robinson 155. Afternoon at McBurger’s - Ana Galvan 156. Weasels - Elys Dolan 157. Drawn Across Borders - George Butler 158. Ed Fisher’s Domesday Book - Ed Fisher 159. Signal to Noise - Neil Gaiman + Dave McKean 160. Kenya: Apparitions - Leo + Rodolphe 161. As A Cartoonist - Noah Van Sciver 162. Dead Dead Demon’s Dededede Destruction, V. 1 - Inio Asano 163. Lost Cat - Jason 164. Shu Lin's Grandpa - Matt Goodfellow & Yu Rong 165. Arsene Schrauwen - O. Schrauwen 166. Pantheon: The True Story of the Egyptian Deities - Hamish Steele 167. Fe: A Traumatized Son’s Graphic Memoir - Ben Bataclan 168. The Art of Living - Grant Snider 169. teaching my mother how to give birth - Warsan Shire 170. Please Kill Me - Legs McNeil 171. Dead Dead Demon’s Dededede Destruction, V. 2 - Inio Asano 172. The Joy of Quitting - Keiler Roberts 173. The Promise - Damon Galgut 174. All the Birds In The Sky - Charlie Jane Anders 175. The Ghost In You - Ed Brubaker 176. I Love You But I’ve Chosen Darkness - Claire Vaye Watkins 177. Humans of New York 178. This is a Book - Demetri Martin 179. Lazarus, Vol. 7 - Greg Rucka 180. Amazona - Canizales 181. Blaze and The Castle Cake For Bertha Baye - Carlos Ponti 182. Henry Taylor - B Side 183. Ex Libris - Matt Madden 184. How to Hide an Empire - Daniel Immerwahr (started…) 185. The Book of Delights - Ross Gay (just started…)

186. Making the Movement: Civi Rights Buttons, Flyers, Pins and Posters - David L. Crane

187. The walls have the floor - Mural Journal, May '68 - Julien Besancon, ed.

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filthy-reckless-rp · 2 years

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♛ Spotted on the Upper East Side…

Name: Parker Knightly Pronouns: Up To Player Age: 21 years old Hometown: Upper East Side, NY Occupation: Senior at Columbia University (formerly UCLA) Social Status: Insider Faceclaim Suggestion: Ross Butler (if choosing an alternate, remember that Parker’s twin sister’s FC is Natasha Liu Bordizzo)

Who Is Parker?

“Lucky to be coming home again.”

Welcome back to the Upper East Side, Parker. How cute of us to arrive at the same time, right? I can imagine you’ve missed us all dreadfully. There’s no place like home... I’m sure you’ll be welcomed back by everyone with open arms. You’ve always been a fan favourite. You’re kind, caring and always take an interest in other people. You’ve always been popular and not just because your twin is Jessica Knightly. But you’ve never been bothered about it. Gossip doesn’t interest you and you don’t need to be adored. Ever the sensitive artist, you’d rather just focus on strumming your guitar and writing down your feelings. You’re a romantic and a sweetheart. Honestly, I find it hard to fault you, Parker. Maybe you can write a song about me. XOXO ---Gossip Girl

A Little Extra

UTP (two paragraphs of biography; helpful key points listed below - message if you’d like to make any changes or note in the app if you’d rather the bio written up for you!)

Parker is creative. They play guitar and write songs, poems and keep a dream journal just in case their subconscious is holding all the best stuff out on them. It’s always been more of a hobby than something they’d like as a career but you never know.

Is a genuine sweetheart. Parker was brought up to be kind and polite, to take an interest in other people and their feelings. They were also brought up to not take crap though so Parker doesn’t let their kindness get taken advantage of. If Parker doesn’t like someone or, more accurately, something they did, they won’t pretend it was okay.

After graduating high school, Parker headed off to UCLA , studying to become an architect. It was hard to leave home, to leave behind their friends and especially their high school sweetheart (they both agreed it was for the best but...). Things were going good, you know? Things were going fine. Parker’s parents admittedly pulled a few strings to get the transfer sorted but they are officially coming back to New York for their senior year of college. It feels right.

Three years is a long time to be gone though. Parker doesn’t expect that everyone will remember them or welcome them back with open arms (let’s be honest though, they will!). Is excited to reunite with old friends, play guitar at one of Logan Hunter’s bonfire beach parties and not have to worry about Gossip Girl posting about them. Wait.

Loves to play with fashion especially when it comes to digging out vintage pieces. Loves rare vinyls and songs that tell a story. Parker’s just trying to do their best, you know?

What Does Gossip Girl Have On Them?

UTP (if applicable; alternatively you can note their thoughts on Gossip Girl’s return!)

Connections

Jessica Knightly - the twin! Parker and Jess are super close. Jess has never needed anyone to fight her battles so Parker stays in their lane in that respect. They’re both a little dramatic, bubbly and can never say no to a good party!

Baby Beaumont - the high school sweetheart. Parker was so in love with Baby Beaumont. They were so smart, sweet and interesting. A beautiful soul. But they both agreed that when Parker went off to college, it was best to call it quits. A clean break. Yup, that was an awesome idea.

Logan Hunter, Isobel Prescott and Ceren Celik-Montgomery - Jess’ best friends and found family. Parker has known them their entire life and loves ‘em just as much as Jess. Doesn’t like what Isobel did with Jess’ then boyfriend Oliver Andrews but apparently we’re past that.

Tripp Vanderbilt - the bestie! Parker’s missed Tripp a lot and can’t wait to be in the same city as him again.

#o #*#c: parker knightly #michael evans behling fc #gossip girl rp #ues #insider #knightly #columbia #jessica #baby #logan #isobel #oliver #tripp #ceren

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buckyseddie · 2 years

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secret relationships

pairings — zach dempsey x fem!baker!reader, featuring bff!justin foley x bff!fem!baker!reader

summary — in which, she’s sick of being a secret and it’s up to zach to prove how much she truly means to him.

word count — 1.1k.

warnings — angst, fluff, mentions of hannah.

notes — i had this idea from the plot of the whole secret relationship zach had with hannah, so here we go! gif and divider creds to owner!

p.s., feedback is very much encouraged and appreciated <3.

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“WE HAVE FIVE MINUTES BEFORE the bell rings, [y/n]! why can’t we just do this later?” zach asks, almost as if he’s anxious someone will find them together.

“why does it matter?” she asks, giggling, not getting why he’s so nervous.

“because i don’t want to be late to class!” he sternly excuses, pulling away from her kisses.

this time, she hears the anxiety and frustration in his tone, causing her to realize what he’s really worried about.

“no, that’s not it. y—you’re embarrassed of me… aren’t you?” she asks calmly, hoping that she’s wrong.

“w—what?” he asks, taken aback.

“well, why else would you be worried about a fucking class? you’re never worried like this when we end up making out when we should be studying after school!” she whisper-yells, trying to keep her cool.

“n—no. [y/n]. i can’t believe you’d think that i’m embarrassed of you! i love you.” he states, brows furrowed together, hating to see the hurt look on his girlfriend’s face.

“no, you don’t. you know how i know that? because i know that if you did love me, you wouldn’t want us to be a secret. you’d want to show me off. and normally, i wouldn’t care about being shown off since i’m not one to like attention. but, this secret relationship makes me feel like i’m not good enough. and remember, i’ve heard the tapes. i know that you did the same thing to hannah. i know you’re scared to open up and everything, but i will not let you break me like you did to my sister.” she exclaims, not keeping quiet this time.

“i don’t think that i can do this anymore, zach. this, us, we’re over — we’re done.” she states, the tears building up in her eyes, her heart completely shattering to pieces.

zach stays silent, not being able to understand what’s happening.

but, as she reaches for the door handle, he snaps out of his paralyzed state; he grabs her wrist, stopping her from pushing the door open.

“please. don’t do this. you know i love you. and you know more than anyone that i never meant to hurt hannah! why do you think i was so hesitant on moving on from her with you? i already have the guilt of a lifetime for hurting her, i can’t have multiplied guilt for doing it to you too!” he pleads desperately, trying to convince her to stay.

“if you did love me, you wouldn’t have made us a secret in the first place and let me get attached to you.” she states slowly, before ripping her wrist out of his grip.

then, she pushes the door open and steps out, leaving him in shock and heartache.

it’s hard for her to get through the rest of the day, but she manages.

the way she ‘manages’ is by remaining quiet — which is unlike her — and repeatedly staring off numbly.

“what the hell’s going on with you?” justin asks [y/n] later in english, noticing his best friend’s heartbroken state.

“nothing. i’m just thinking about hannah.” she mumbles dejectedly.

that’s a lie.

well, not really.

although, she’s really upset about zach and their break up, hannah is one of the main reasons they broke up.

how could she stay with the boy that hurt her sister and was one of the reasons she ended her life? she didn’t understand how she ignored that before.

“i know that’s a lie. is it something to do with zach? i saw that he was upset today earlier in bio. did you confess your feelings and get rejected or something?” he asks gently, knowing that anything can set her off.

“yeah. something like that.” she states, her eyes brimming with tears.

the rest of class is, well, miserable for both [y/n] and zach.

neither of them could tell their friends the truth — something that they both really needed.

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LATER THAT DAY, DURING LUNCH, [y/n] goes to sit with clay’s little group of friends; justin, tony, alex, jessica and tyler — all who are also her friends.

halfway through lunch, zach walks in, ignoring the stares from monty and bryce as he walks straight to where [y/n] sits besides jessica.

“can we talk?” he asks, standing in front of her, making her gaze meet his desperate one.

“why? there’s nothing to talk about.” she states numbly, causing the rest of her friends to become confused at the two’s hurt moods.

zach sighs at this.

“fine. if you won’t let me talk to you, then i’ll just tell the entire school what’s really going on.” he states, turning around and walking over to an empty table.

before she can even do anything, he steps onto the table and whistles loudly.

“hi, everyone. i have an announcement to make and i think that everyone here should hear it. i, zachary shan-yung dempsey, am saying with pride and satisfaction, that [y/f/n] [y/m/n] [y/l/n] is my girlfriend and has been for a while now — for almost a year. and she helped me realize that us being together in secret wasn’t going to make us happy. so, here i am, announcing that i love her so much and that i’m not embarrassed or ashamed of her. the reason i kept our relationship a secret, was because i thought i was protecting her from being made fun of or bullied for being with me. because not everyone likes her, even though she’s a joy to be around. so, if any of you have a problem with her, keep it to yourself because she makes me happy.” zach finishes proudly, before stepping off the table, only to be met with [y/n] standing in front of him.

“why’d you do that?” she asks, head tilted to the side.

“because i love you. and you made me realize that i made you feel as ashamed as hannah did when i ended up doing that to her. and i know i can never ever take back how i treated you or hannah. but, i would in a heartbeat, if i could. i’m so sorry that i made you feel worthless and like you weren’t enough. because if you haven’t figured it out already, i’m in undoubtedly, completely, undeniably in love with you.” he says, voice breaking slightly as tears slip down his cheeks in pain.

she doesn’t say anything.

she just pulls him in for a gentle kiss, before pulling away.

“i’m sorry, too. instead of blowing up on you without letting you explain yourself, i should’ve came to you specifically about how i was feeling. i love you.” she mumbles, resting her forehead against his as his hands go around her waist.

“don’t apologize for that. you had every right. i love you and i’ll never stop, till the day i die.” he says, pulling her in for a deep, passion-filled kiss, not having a care in the world for the people who “aww,” at the adorable couple.

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worth the trouble.

Request: could u write a Zach Dempsey x reader about helping him throughout his season 4 struggles?

Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader Word Count: 1,770 Please don’t plagiarize my work!

A/N: it STILL baffles my mind that no one gave a DAMN about Zach this season. my boy deserved more respect.

After everything, everything the two of you have been through, he refused to accept your help.

It hurt in ways you hadn’t even known were possible. Every time he pushed you away, spat off about how it didn’t matter anymore and that was just living life fun, your heart ached. Because he wasn’t just trying to have fun, he was trying to kill himself. And you were afraid he was going to succeed.

You couldn’t seem to feel that excited about prom, despite the fact that Jessica had managed to convince Bolan not to cancel it. You couldn’t seem to just forget about everything like the rest of your friends and have fun. Prom didn’t seem as exciting or worth it if you weren’t going with the boy you’ve always wanted to go with. But after your last fight, the two of haven’t spoke, and you weren’t even sure he was going to show up.

You weren’t going to yourself, until Jessica and Ani practically dragged you out of bed and forced you to get ready. They spouted off about them going together, and asked if you wanted to come. When you declined, they were all but appalled that you’d declined their invitation and thus, forced you to come. So, realistically, you didn’t have much of a choice in the matter.

And regrettably, you looked beautiful. But for no one, and you’d wanted to be beautiful for Zach on prom. But he wasn’t even here.

Still, it was fun. As fun as it could be. Ani and Jessica managed to coax you off your feet and on the dance floor, and dancing with your friends was something you felt you hadn’t experienced in a while and you found yourself letting loose. Ani was more fun then you thought she could be, and Jessica was reminding you of when times were simpler. You even surprised yourself by dancing your hearts content out.

You were having fun. You were smiling and laughing and everything was going great. Until he walked in.

“Uh oh.”

Ani’s mumble catches your attention almost instantly. Your first fear is that it has something to do with Bryce and Monty, because this entire year none of you have managed to catch a single break. But when you glance at her, she’s staring at something past your shoulder and your first instinct is to glance back as well, but Jessica grabs your arm and halts you before you can. You flicker your gaze over to her, brows furrowed in confusion.

“What?” You mumble, slowing to a stop on your feet. “Guys, what is it?”

You move to look again, but Jessica holds fast.

“We can’t let you look.”

You blink, “what, Jessica-- what are you--?”

Ani steps forward, setting her hand on your arm gently. “Let’s just go back to dancing, yeah? Come on, let’s--”

You brush her off, wiggling out of Jessica’s grip enough to glance in the direction of whatever had seemingly caught their attention. Your shoulders fall when you realize just what they had been looking at. Or rather who; because it seemed Zach did decide to show up to prom tonight, and with another date it looks like if him and a random girl stumbling out of the bathroom are anything to go by. You feel your heart basically shatter as the two laugh, a bright smile on Zach’s lips as he holds fast to the girls waist.

She leans forward, whispering something in his ear, before turning back in the bathroom. Zach stands there for a moment, staring, before he turns, taking a last swig of whatever alcohol he’d managed to smuggle in, walking off in the direction of his table.

“Y/N--”

With watery eyes, you brush Jessica’s hand off of your shoulder, pushing your way through the crowd without another work. Both her and Ani call after you but you ignore them, determined to make your way over to Zach. But you almost wish you hadn’t as you reach the table, managing to catch word of what Clay says.

“--You brought a hooker to prom, Zach?”

A hooker?

“She’s an escort,” Zach corrects, dazed in the eyes. None of them are aware you’re stood right behind them, “She’s escorting me.”

“What about Y/N?’ Alex asks, shaking his head.

You watch as Zach pauses. And almost for moment he seems regretful but the expression is passing and it feels as if your heart breaks even more, which you hadn’t known was possible, as he simple shrugs, waving Alex off. “Y/N didn’t want to go with a drunk like me.”

You scoff, stepping forward to make your presence known. “I’m pretty sure that’s not what I said.”

All eyes snap to you, and you do your best to compose yourself, biting back your tears as you ignore everyone else’s gaze but Zach. He looks guilty, but you barely pay mind to that. You’re far to angry to really care if he feels guilty or not. You assume he probably thought that without him, you wouldn’t show up tonight. Which possibly makes the heartbreak even more painful.

“I didn’t want to go to prom if all you were going to be is drunk.” You correct, sniffling. “I wanted to go with the Zach I fell in love with.”

No one says anything. Zach lips part to speak, but he’s stunned for words.

“And it’s funny,” you add, wiping at your cheeks. “Someone had asked me, but I declined. Because I didn’t want to go with any other guy but you.” Glancing back in the direction of the bathroom, you let out a scoff. “Clearly you didn’t feel the same way.”

Stepping forward, you glare down at Zach. “And a fucking hooker?” You exclaim, raising your hand and sharply slapping Zach across the cheek. There’s an echo of gasps and then silence as Zach’s head snaps to the left, before slowly glancing back over to you. “You’re a fucking jerk, Zach.”

You turn without another word, storming out of the venue with a single glance back.

You search for a bathroom or a room you can hide yourself in, at least until you’ve calmed down. And it only takes you a moment before you do, slipping in quickly and slamming the door shut behind you. You’re thankful Jessica and Ani, nor anyone else, come running after you as you curl into yourself, the tears finally falling freely down your cheeks. You press a hand against your lips to soften your sobs, gripping your phone tightly in hand, debating whether you should just call your mom and head home.

Before you can however, the door slides open. Your eyes snap to the right, fearing it’s staff or something and that you’re in trouble. But your heart falls with further disappointment at the sight of Zach.

Curling back into yourself, you shake your head. “I don’t want to talk to you, Zach.” You mumble, vision blurry as you stare at the patterned carpet. “So, just... leave.”

He doesn’t. And he doesn’t say anything either as he crosses the distance between the two of you and takes a seat next to you. There’s a respectful distance he keeps which you’re thankful for, and he simply just sits, silent for a long while as all the noise that echoes is the sound of you sniffling and trying not to cry.

Then, eventually, he talks. “I’m sorry.”

Scoffing, you shake your head. “You’re sorry a lot.”

“But,” he pauses, turning to look at you. “I am.”

You turn to look at him, swallowing thickly when you notice the sincere look in his eyes. “I just don’t understand, Zach. Any of this. You push away me every time I try to help you when I just want the best for you.” Pausing a moment, you lick your lips slowly. “I care about you so much. I love you so much. I don’t want to see you throw your life away like this.”

Inhaling sharply, Zach glances down at his hands.

“And after everything,” you add, “you bring a hooker to prom when I’ve been waiting for you to ask me.”

For a while, it’s silent. Zach clearly doesn’t know what to say and you’ve said all you can. You were tired of trying. You’ve been trying all year, the only one not to give up on him. But there was only so much you could take, endure. This was like the cherry on top, bringing some other girl, not even another student but an actual hooker, to prom, rather then you.

You just didn’t know if you could fight for him anymore.

But then Zach shifts, and it catches your attention. For a moment, you actually think he’s just going to leave. Just leave you there like this. He doesn’t, though. Instead, he moves in front of you, kneeling, and never tears his gaze away from you. He gently takes your hands in his own and you don’t pull away, too confused to really, as he swallows thickly.

“Y/N, I know I don’t deserve it,” he starts, “especially after everything. You’ve been there for me more than anyone, more than my own mother. You’re the only one whose never given up on me. I don’t know what I was thinking when I brought that girl to prom today. Half of the time, I don’t really even understand what I am doing.” You frown at that, sighing. “But I do know I love you. That’s the one thing I do know. Even if it doesn’t always seem like it.

“So, even if I don’t deserve it, even if you deserve better... Y/N/N, will you go to prom with me?”

Letting out a light chuckle, shaking your head, you sniffle as you free one hand to wipe at your tears. Zach watches you carefully, and then, meeting his eyes, you lean forward, pressing your forehead against his own. “Yes,” you whisper, voice choked. “Yes, i’ll go to prom with you.”

Zach’s eyes widen in disbelief; “really?”

“It’s you, Zach,” you smile, “it’s always been you.”

He smiles, nodding.

“Just promise me one thing?”

Anything.”

Squeezing his hands, you say firmly; “you have to get better. You have to let me help you get better.”

Frowning, Zach glances down at your entwined hands. You quickly nudge his gaze back up on your own, eyes never wandering from his. “I’ll be there the entire way,” you promise sincerely, “I won’t let you do it alone. I promise.” Then, you pause, desperate. “So, do you promise me?”

And he only pauses a moment longer before nodding.

“I promise.”

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me and you [ross butler imagine]

A/n: This is cheesy don't mind me. I finally have time to write again and I'll probably be here A LOT so hmu! Let's talk, tell me what you thought!

Summary: Ross comforts you after you receive online hate due to the age gap in your relationship (requested)

"What're you doing over there?" Ross asked, mindlessly walking through the living room. He didn't get you a chance to answer before he walked into the kitchen, only to pop his head back into the room and call for you again, "Babe?" "Hm?" you mumbled, tilting your head in his direction, even if your eyes never actually left the screen of your laptop. "What are you reading?" he questioned, now leaning against the wall, eyes trained on you. "I wanna cook something" you said softly, your attention divided between your boyfriend and the recipes displayed in front of you. "Why?" Ross laughed. "Stop" you scoffed, amused, "Our cheat day turned into a cheat month, and I'm really in the mood for something home cooked and healthy." Still unconvinced about your motives, he reluctantly accepted to help you choose a dish. Eventually, you settled for some fancy stake with brown rice. About half an hour later you were both in the kitchen, laughing your asses off. It all started with Ross trying to fake an Italian accent as he read the instructions for the sauce, and it ended with him posting three different videos of you two to his Instagram story. In the first one, he wasn't completely prepared, and his shyness came to light. His cheeks bright red and the room filled with his nervous laughter - it was definitely your favorite of the three. In the second one, he had gotten a little bit more in character, and he may or may not have done an adorably sweet impression of The Godfather. "He's Italian, right?" Ross laughed over your shoulder, as you watched the videos on his story.

"Yes, he is, babe" you laughed, leaning your head back, "Or was" "Did he die?" he asked, genuine curiosity visible in his eyes. "Haven't you seen the movie?" "Nope" "Well, then I'm not gonna tell you!" you exclaimed, turning around. You discarded his phone, carefully placing it on the counter. Your hands met behind his neck, your fingers intertwining. Ross looked down at you with a smile that was hard to read, but it warmed you up nonetheless. "Tell me" he begged, grabbing your waist and pulling your body flush against his, "I wanna know" "What kind of an asshole girlfriend would I be if I spoiled one of the best movies ever made for you?" Ross cocked his head to the side, and pursed his lips, "Pretty sure you'd still be the best girlfriend...." "Sweet talking won't get you anywhere, babe" you giggled, pulling yourself up on your tip toes. He met you halfway, leaning down to press his lips to yours. It was really sweet at the beginning, even though he tasted like the garlic he swore he didn't steal from your plate. But you didn't really care. The taste faded away quite rapidly, and soon, you were already clinging to his chest, your body asking for more. His tongue pushed past your lips and you welcomed him with no intention to hold back. Much to your dismay, things didn't go any further. At least not until you feasted on the food you worked so hard to make. This was probably one of the most relaxing nights you've had in ages, and were beyond thankful for it. For the past few months, your schedules had been hectic, but you just enjoyed a night in, and in the morning you were ready to head out for breakfast. You and Ross were supposed to meet your parents at a café nearby. Despite the short distance, you two were again running late. You ended up brushing your teeth at the same time, bumping shoulders and playfully bickering until you were actually too late for your own good. Ross had to physically drag you away from your make up table, "Babe, it's just our parents, they won't care when color your eyelids are" "Oh my god" you laughed, and hurried to apply the last touches of mascara, before he wrapped an arm around your middle and pulled you to your feet. "Ok! I'm done, I'm done, let's go!" Giggling, your sprinted to the hallway, hurrying to slip your shoes on. "Where the fuck is my wallet!?" you heard Ross's muffled voice echo through the apartment. "Jeans?" "Which ones?" he yelled back. "Jesus-" you laughed, rolling your eyes, "I have mine, leave it" "What if I need my ID?" Ross asked, finally coming back into your line of sight, eyes all mopey and shoulders all slumped. "What are they gonna do?" you taunted, "Assume you're not old enough to have alcohol for breakfast" "Good, point" he shook his head, and started putting his shoes on. To be fair, this was what most of your days were like, and you loved it. There was a specific air of comfort and acceptance between the two of you that you never had with anyone else. The safety he provided and the love he had for you, were the only things you needed to keep going. About 30 minutes later, you and Ross were seated on a small terrace, across from your parents. It was their idea for all of you to go out today, considering the last season of 13 Reasons Why just dropped, and even if was just a croissant and a cup of tea, it called for celebration. "I've only ever been once to the set" his mother shook her head, sipping on her smoothie, "And I feel like I'm gonna miss everything about it" "I know what you mean!" you smiled, "I've gotten the chance to meet most of the cast and they're all such amazing people!" "They love you, you know?" Ross grinned, elbowing you in the side. "Oh god" you giggled, feeling your cheeks catch a new shade of pink. "It's true" he shook his head, looking at everyone around the table in turn. A devilish smirk popped up on his lips, "Apparently we're perfect together, or something?" Everyone at the table ended up shaking their heads and chuckling at Ross's attempt to make a joke, and it only warmed your heart. Unconsciously, you leaned into him, and cuddled against his side, ignoring the looks yours and his mother gave you as he turned and kissed the top of your head. "We get it" your dad playfully scoffed, "You're young and happy and all that crap. But where are my grandkids?" Although he didn't really have a very exquisite sense of humor, you all laughed, some out of amusement, some out of nervousness. You're sure the parents didn't take it seriously, but the thought of a little Ross running around your apartment brought a ridiculous smile to your lips. The breakfast date didn't last much longer after that. About 30 minutes later, you were in the passenger seat of your car, as Ross drove the two of you home. Out of habit, you pulled out your phone, your thumb mindlessly tapping the Instagram icon. That was when you saw the amount of tags and mentions you had. Thousands of them. Your stomach filled with dread in an instant. This was never good. And even so, you still always checked what people had to say. You were not a celebrity, having people talk about you still made your skin crawl. When the comments were good, you'd just get a rush of anxiety that you started to manage better and better over the last few months, but when the comments are bad, it feels like your lungs are on the edge of collapse. And that was the case now. You only got a chance to read a few comments, all of them, without exception, picking at the age gap between the two of you. Your eyes watered instantly, forcing you to lock your phone and turn your head towards the window. "Hey, baby girl" Ross called lovingly, placing his hand of your thigh, "You good?" You just nodded. "Tell me, love" he pushed, squeezing your leg, "Come on" "I'm fine" "Obviously you're not, angel" "I'm good" you repeated yourself, and forced a fake smile. You did your best but it wasn't enough to fool him. However, he did drop the topic. The rest of the car ride was spent in perfect silence. But once you got inside, you felt him eager to pick the topic back up. So, you did the only thing that you felt was able to help you dodge the situation, and excused yourself, claiming you needed a shower after spending so much time in the sun. It would have been a great lie, but it was 11am on a cloudy July morning, you all had breakfast under a big umbrella that kept you cool in its shadow, and the AC in the car kept the unwanted high temperatures away from you. As you jumped into the shower, you hoped Ross wouldn't look too much into it. As the water poured down your body, you let your mind wonder. It was not a wise choice. If his fans managed to only find flaws about you and bring them forward, you had the upper hand - you knew yourself, and knew all the other flaws you had, the ones they couldn't pick apart. But you could. And that was what you did. For at least an hour, you soaked yourself in hot water, feeding all the negative thoughts that consumed you. When you finally decided to get out of the shower, you were by no means in a better mental state, but you didn't want to let Ross see that. Even though you had some specific opinions about yourself, you felt like opening up about them only made you a victim. So you decided against it. You got dressed up, put on one of your own shirts instead of his', something you never did inside the house, and then walked in the living room. Although you felt like ignoring him, you knew that would only raise suspicions. "What're you up to?" you asked, as you stopped right before you headed into the kitchen. Ross hadn't heard you come in, and only looked up when your voice reached his ears. "I was productive" he grinned, standing up from the couch. "Oh, what did you do?" He laughed, and walked over, "Literally nothing" Quite impossible for you to understand how his little dumb lines like these, could always make you loosen up. Of course, he noticed your faint smile hid a lot, so he leaned down to kiss your forehead and placed his fingers under your chin to get you to look up at him, "I'm not gonna ask what you were mad about earlier, because I know" "Ross-" you tried to excuse yourself, and pull away from his hold, but he was by no means having it. "You know you're my whole fucking world, ok?" he said softly, his breath fanning over your skin, "I'm the only one that gets to decide who's good for me. Falling in love with you is only up to me. Not them, ok?" "I know..." you sighed, your insecurities overwhelming you again. "But?" he nudged you, obviously aware of how much you were holding back. "But what if you're wrong?" "What do you mean, wrong?" Ross questioned, his eyebrows furrowed. "What if you only think I'm good for you? What if they're right, and you just can't see it?" He sighed, obviously deeply hurt by the lack of trust and confidence you showed, "They're not right, I'm 100% sure. But even if they were, I'd have to see for myself, wouldn't I?" "Even if what they're saying is more rational?" you asked, voice all choked up by the lump in your throat. "I'm not gonna listen to anyone talk shit about the woman I love" he explained, "I really do see myself living the rest of my life by your side, what's a stranger gonna do? Convince me otherwise? Right now, in my life, you come first. Anyone could come and tell me anything they wanted, and still, it wouldn't change the way I feel about you. My opinion on you is based on what I know, on who you are, and you're the only one that could ever change it" His words managed to get to you, and although your knees were weak, you were still not quite there yet. "What if that's what's gonna happen? More time will pass and you'll see I'm not right for you" "That's how relationships work, love" Ross shook his head, "And it certainly does not have anything to do with you being younger than me." Too many things were coming at you at once. He made a good point, but your mind was already drunk on all the possibilities, and on all the things that could go wrong. Accepting that he might actually be right, and acknowledging the fact that in your current state, you couldn't possibly think straight, you hoped he'd understand you when you ask to continue this conversation later in the day. "We can talk about this whenever you want, baby girl" he said, and unlike before, now he sounded defeated. As if he realized he did not manage to et his point across, and that you were still down. If you had your eyes open, you would've probably noticed hurt in his expression when he failed to lift your spirits, but your vision was clouded and all you did was leave the room without a single word. What was hard now, was the fact that deep down, a part of you knew he was right, and that he made a legitimately fair point, and that of all things, breaking up was the last thing you wanted. But you backed out of situation like these before, and all you did in the end was regret your choices. Regret the fact you didn't fight and didn't believe the person next to you, who spent their days proving just how much you mean to them. Exhausted and in need of a break, you opened up your phone to call your best friend. When the screen lit up, your Instagram feed popped up, refreshing as it hasn't been used in hours. Out of habit, you allowed the posts to load, and thank god you did.

Words could not describe the storm of emotions taking place inside your belly. You knew Ross, knew he would never lie, deceive or manipulate, and the fact that he posted that for his 8.5M followers to see, had to mean something. And when you checked the time, you saw that the picture was posted while you were still in the shower, before that little conversation you tow had. As cliché as it sounds, it really did it for you. Him standing up for you in front of his own fans, meant everything in that moment. You only realized you stormed into the living room when you were already slumping down into the couch, grabbing Ross's hand into your own. "Thank you" was all that came out of your mouth, despite the monstrous battle of thoughts that was going on inside your head. "For what, baby?" he asked, voice all soft and loving as he leaned his head to the side. "I saw the post and I wanted to th-" "Don't thank me for that, ok?" he cut you off, his free hand coming up to guide your chin. He searched for you with his stare, and only continued to talk after your eyes met his, "I didn't do it because I thought that was what you wanted. I felt like doing it. I did it for you, because you're my girl, and I hate seeing you down. And I did it for me too, because there is no chance in hell I'm ever allowing anyone to poke into our private business like that" As stray tears roamed down your cheeks, a small giggle came out too, "I feel kinda stupid, you know?" you snorted, "I don't know why I needed to hear you say this to everyone. It should have been enough that you said it to me. I'm sorry" His eyes softened even more as he opened his arms. You crawled over, and rested against his chest. In this position, where we felt the safest in the world, you started to wonder how on earth you even doubted him. "Listen to me-" Ross said sweetly but with an affirming tone. "Fears and insecurities? We're working through them. Together. Whatever it is, I got you. You're my world, Y/n, the love of my life, I really want the best for you. I have a lot to learn, but I really wanna make you the happiest. I am always here for you, and always will be, ok? I really need to know you know that" "You're an angel" you nodded, cuddling deeper into his chest, "I love you" "You're the angel" Ross laughed, playing with your hair, "And no more hiding, ok? It's me and you, that's it" "Me and you"

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