Written at 4 am because it is so hot in Brasil I can't sleep, so it might not be my best work.
Also, english is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes!
Matt and you were... good friends.
You two met at the church, not that you were that religeous yourself, but your family is... a lot.
So much so that even you had to go to church every sunday and be a part of the community, so you decided to help disabled people, you already knew ASL and braile, and as a kindergarden teacher knew how to help people with invisible disabilities,,,
And Matt was new to your church.
He stepped into that church with confidence and you even thought he knew someone before your priest came and started to talk to him to see if that was the case.
He just liked the music and was already a catholic so why not enter?
The priest introduced you two and you did what you'd and always do in those cases.
Guided him, made him feel confortable with everyone and he was just so nice that you've watched the mass with him.
He came back the next sunday.
And the next.
And for two months.
Three...
One day you got sick, like hospital sick, and your church friends went to visit you... with Matt.
That brought you flowers...
Pink lilys, your favorites.
Then when you got better, you asked if he wanted to go to your house so you could thank him, for his kindness to appear into the hospital, promissed a delicious brownie (everyone in church loved them) and he accepted.
He was handsome as ever, charming smile and flowers for you, your mom and your big sister.
Everyone liked him and when your dad found out he was a lawyer he embarrassed you by saying " Oof, I wish my daughter would marry you then, always wanted a lawyer in the family."
Everyone laughed, even your brothers that were in tech.
At the end of the night you drove him back home, he asked if you'd like some wine... and it was friday... you were free to eat and drink whatever you wanted... and his smile was too charming.
You two kissed in the second glass.
He tested waters, wanted to see if he could go far with you.
Then when you pulled his hair, he bit your lip and the next breath you took... How did you end up on his lap?
His hair was a mess.
You were a mess, and he was making you messier by biting your collarbone.
When his hands were inside your shit, your sister called.
You forgot your dad was taking you girls fishing next morning.
So you apologized and went back home.
Breathless.
Next sunday his hand was behind your back when you were talking.
Then he asked if you wanted to go out on a date. A proper one.
It was fancy.
Your sister let you have her beautiful red silcky dress and he was in a pretty tuxedo.
He oppened the doors for you. You didn't even drive because he ordered a taxi, didn't want you to be bothered.
The italian restaurant made fresh pasta from scrach, and was so delicious that you coudn't stop eating.
You two talked a lot. He let you talk more, of course, he was a gentleman.
And then invited you for more wine at his place... you wanted to deny it, but he was smiling and carressing your face.
He went to the fridge to grab the wine while you put the song on and 'Down town lights' started to play.
You haven't heard it in a while.
You then went to help you with the glasses and he asked to dance with you, that you happily accepted.
You two were dancing by the lights of his fridge, no shoes. your head on his shoulder and his voice whispering.
I don't know why, but everytime I listen to "Home - Edith whiskers" I think about Fred Weasley.
The way this song reminds me of a pure sunshine romance where you are the best of friends and the most loving couple that ever existed... I might write something about it, idk.
Hallo i have ask can you write yandere teacher john wick x reader?
I am sorry for my bad english.
Thank you
Study Session Part 3 [Final]
Posted:06/29/23
Yandere Teacher John Wick x F Reader
Title: Study session part 3
Part 1 Part 2
Summary: Coming to terms with your new life
Author's note:
Word Count: 1011
John Wick Story list/ Master List / Requests Here
Warnings: yandere, kidnapping, mentions of rape from part 1
đ18+ page due to dark and adult themes. Minors will be blocked đ
Another nightmare of him plagued your mind. Your scream woke both of you. "What?! What is it?!" John asked, panicked while flipping on the light to reveal a pistol in his hand. You were standing next to the bed, catching your breath. "I'm... sorry. I just had a bad dream..." John's body relaxed, and he put his gun down. There was a moment of silence as your breath and the ticking clock of the only things filled the room. Then John spoke. "Of me, I presume?" He questioned, knowing the answer. You nod, still not facing him. "I see..." A whirlwind of emotions filled your head. Although your mind replayed that night on repeat, you couldn't help but crave his comfort in moments like this. The pledges of your abused body went unheard by your lonely heart. "I'm sorry, honey..." Since kidnapping you, John has seen moments where your scared demeanor melts to reveal your lonesome. Some days, he could see in your eyes that you wanted to reach back out to him. "Come on. Get back in bed." He says when you turn to look at him. "You can talk to me about it if you want..." You looked at him with a numb emotionless face. John could see through it. He knew you well enough to know the battle in your head. Shall I seek comfort in the arms of a beast or stand-alone to win a victim's victory? That was your battle. "Or not... just let me help you even if it's in silence." Slow tears inch down your cheek. You nod softly, letting your heart tug you toward his warm body. He smiles sadly, pulling you close under the sheets. You hugged his waist as he leaned against the headboard. John didn't push you to speak. Instead, let your heartbeat fall in rhythm with his. He could feel your tears soaking his nightshirt. John's strong hand played with your hair. "I wish things were different..." You mumbled against him. Regret for his actions began to surface. "Me too." He kisses the top of your head. "I truly am sorry about that night." John's apology was genuine. There was a moment of silence before mumbling. "I know..." You let the sound of his calm breathing fill your ears instead of the anxiety-ridden white noise of your nightmare. "Mr. Wick?" You say quietly. "Yes?" He replied in the same hushed tone. You pause to rethink your word, then proceed anyway. "I... I don't.. I-I don't." You shut your eyes tightly and feel John's hand caress your cheek. "Hey... look at me, honey~" His thumb wipes your tear as you look up at him with big puppy eyes. "Just breathe. Take your time. I have all night." John's sweet voice was accompanied by another kiss on the head. You nodded and sat up to be face to face. "I... I don't want to hate it here anymore... I'm tired of it." He gives you a sad smile. "Tried of what exactly?" You scoffed to yourself and leaned against your side of the head bored. "Everything... this place, the nightmares, the hatred... the battle..." You dropped your head into your hands, only for John to gently take them. "Honey... I don't want you to hate it here, either, or me. I can't take back what I did, and I'm sorry, but what I can do is tell you it will never happen again." He kisses your face before continuing. "I can also tell you that if you put your trust and love in me, you'll never have to think again. I'll take care of you for the rest of our days." Your eye fills once more with tears however these tears were filled with relief and surrender. "Would you like that, love? Will you allow me to do that for you?" Nodding, you melt into his arms. His strong, caring arms pull you to him. As you sob into his chest, you can feel his tears falling on your skin. Oh, how relieved he was to finally have a break, though. To feel the hope of having a "normal" life with you. John brings his mouth to your ear. "I promise to give you a life that makes you stop to question if you're dreaming and that make nightmares seem like tiny ants buried under wild daisies~" You let out a happy cry and squeezed him harder. He pulls back. "Here lay down with me." John turns off the lights and helps you to get comfortable with him.
â
The next morning, a weight had been lifted off your chest. The fight was over, and you made it out alive. John's side of the bed was still warm as you cuddled into his pillow. Your eyes were stiff from dry tears, and your nose was stuffed. With a groan, you sat up. The smell of John's breakfast cooking was finally a welcomed you. Smiling to yourself, you get out of bed and find your way to him. John stood with his back to you as he worked at the stove. "Good morning, honey~" He acknowledged your presence before dasiy noticed you. Once she had, she was fast to run by to greet you. "Good morning, John~" He paused for a moment and smiled as you called him by his first name. "I made you your favorite." You stand back up after returning the morning greeting to the over-hyper puppy. "I know I could smell it from bed. It smells good." Sitting down at the island, you watch him work. John was incredibly pleased that you were talking to him. It felt like how you used to talk to him before all of this. The mornings he'd walk into class and there you were in the front row happily greeting him then talking to him about whatever you could and to think he believed he'd only ever get to be your professor. Now he was your future husband even if you weren't fully aware of your enviable marriage.
5 times remus has asked you to marry him and 1 extra.
tags: remus lupin x f!reader,, fluff,, angst,, no mention of the word y/n,, childhood friends to lovers,, mutual pining,, character death
first time at 5 years old;
your eldest sister was off to marry in spring and so naturally the whole house was buzzing with excitement and terror. and you, like any impressionable child, felt the tingles of something exciting happening before your very eyes.
lulu, your best ultimate mate as you so graciously dubbed him, felt this energy too.
or at least the many flowers and coloured envelopes scattered on the table, seem to ring some alarms for him.
âthis table is too small,â he frowns, stopping his pretend chopping of the leaves, and looking longingly at the dinner table, filled with scattered wedding paraphernalia.
you shrugged, ponytail swishing as you move around him.
âwe have to make room, my sister is to be mary.â you confidently repeated what your mum said to you in the morning. when you had whined at the lack of play space.
now youâre humming like itâs obvious, why you were given a childâs table and now have to play kitchen with one pot instead of four because of the lack of space. the confident pretence of a child to show theyâre mature enough not to complain.
âwhy does she have to be mary?â he asks, his shoulder bumping into you, âi thought she likes her name hilda?â
you scoff, clearly lulu does not know of the way of being mary. so naturally, you being older (by a few months) needs to teach him. or else, however is he going to be a proper grown up?
âbecause she wants to be a wife. so she has to be mary first.â
âa wife?â he asks intrigued, âlike mummy and daddy?â
you laugh, patting his head, âonly mummies can be a wife, silly. daddies are hus-butts.â you stood straighter, having this conversation with your mum before. âmother says, you have to love first and then be a mary. so you can play with them even after dinner and eat chocolates and make children.â
he seems to perk up even more, looking at you. his eyes as usual, gleaming with obvious awe, âto make children? with what?â
you pout, having no answer.
you havenât asked your mum this question yet. too busy thinking of how many maryâs there are in your town.
still, you try to think of an answer.
you donât want to let lulu down, you are after all his only hope for knowing things.
luckily, youâve overheard this one conversation last week, your sister moving after she becomes mary so they can begin making a family.
you raise your head, hand on your hip and your other pointed as if in a lecture.
you said in your most confident voice. âyou enter specific rooms in the house, and always make sure itâs locked. and then you wait until you can come out with children. but you must only do this if you love them. that is the ultimate rule. or else it wonât work.â
âwow,â he breathed, he clenched his fists then, looking utmost determined. before screaming in glee and confidence, the only way a naive child could. âthen letâs make children! be mary and then we can play all night!â
you clicked your tongue, disappointed he hadnât comprehended. âbut you should love me first.â
his cheeks heated pink, indignant, âbut i do. i love you a whole lot! and i wanna play here all the time.â
you shook your head, grim. âwe canât.â sounding so heartbroken, as much as any five year old could sound.
because youâve already asked your mum if you could make children with lulu and she said, youâre only suppose to do that if youâre a grown up in love.
you asked, whatâs the difference? you were plenty grown. 5 is one hand after all.
and your sister said to you, amusement lacing her words, a grown up to take care of you and cherish you. someone able to help you and grow with you.
you look at lulu. his thin arms and his lack of knowledge.
certainly not a grown up. not a proper man who can be with you, at all.
âi donât love you, so we canât.â you say this huffing, now turning completely to your make shift pot and stirring the water and leaves.
lulu cried loud that day, wailing like a little kid.
and nodding to yourself knowing youâve made the right choice. he is so not a grown up. even if his pinched face made you feel queasy.
your mum rushing over and asking what was wrong. when you told her, she laughed out loud, and hugged you both, brushing remusâ hair out of his tear streaked face.
and you wonder what was so funny when he looked so sad.
second time at 11 years old;
remy was horrified.
you realize this as he stares at you in a crazed panic. and as always, it was up to you to be strong.
âwhat do you mean by that?â puffing your chest out and stood to cover remy from potter.
âdidnât you know? kissing makes girls pregnant.â he whispered, loudly in the empty halls, scandalized as he went to look at your stomach as if it will inflate this instant.
you fight the urge to cover that area with your robes. willing yourself to be brave for the both of you.
âsurely⊠that isnât true.â
potter scoffs, offended to have been doubted, âyes it is, i heard a prefect say so.â
you feel remy grab the back of your robes in panic. the reference enough to persuade him. you almost roll your eyes, but instead sighed to calm yourself down.
âi ought to tell you lot to be careful.â potter looked at the both of you meaningfully, and inhaling sharply as a flash of embarrassment burns into your brain.
you werenât able to will the heat of your cheeks to dissipate, before it showed on your cheeks. your face and neck warmed red. mortified that potter knows the secret kiss shared between you and your friend, currently pulling at your robes.
it was both of your first kiss, deciding to just get it all over with, so you both can know what was so special about it.
it wasnât much.
it felt soft, and quick.
nothing at all sparkling or romantic, like others said.
âalert your parents immediately, else you might be kicked out. and iâve grown quite fond of the two of you, you know.â potter nodded at you, looking as if he pitied you both before crossing his arms as he strutted away.
you look at remy fully now. he was standing too close and still holding unto your robes like a lifeline.
âdid you really have to tell potter of all people what we did?â you scoff, crossing your arms and tapping your feet like how your mother used to do it when she was cross with something.
he seemed to shrink into himself more, âiâm sorry, he said he saw it, and pestered me into confessing.â he bit his lips to bleed. âi didnât know you were gonna be in trouble.â he sniffled.
and you immediately cooled, reaching forward and pulling at his chin to stop his assault and softly rubbing at his bleeding lips with your robes with another click of your tongue.
âitâs fine, he already saw, nothing else we can do.â
âso, what are we going to do now?â he asked softly, he looked at you, eyes filling with worry and sadness. âwhat if you are? weâll get in trouble, wonât we?â
you bring down your arm now, before breathing out deeply.
you try to think of why it wouldnât be true, but the tone of his voice was making you worry endlessly too.
even though you know it wasnât all true, because youâre sister kissed her husband plenty of times in the house and they donât have kids.
and you were about to point that out to him. to reassure your ever warm, too soft friend, that james potter was full of it and to relax.
but remy stood straighter, his cold hands gripping yours tightly, so much that it hurts. now standing a bit taller than you. pinks lips pulled into a straight line and eyes looking straight at you. softs browns no longer holding any worry, instead with resolute determination.
âmarry me,â he said, âi promise to look after our children and work.â he nodded at you, as if urging you to say yes. to trust him.
a look entirely different from what you remembered from way before, yet feeling all the same regardless.
the reason of proposal was ridiculous in of itself that you couldnât help but laugh.
âiâm not pregnant you dolt, pregnancy doesnât work that way. i assure you.â rolling your eyes in amusement. âso donât you go proposing like some weirdo.â
he stopped for a second, as if startled as he kept looking at you. before leaving a shaky sigh, head hanging low.
âokay,â his lips in a wobbly smile, looking weird. âgood.â
third time at 17 years old;
sirius had managed to sneak in a case of firewhisky in one winning after-party in the common room.
it was safe to assume that everyone was positively sloshed. if judging from the slurring exclaims from james and a red face peter barely able to stand and sirius laughing maniacally at something marlene has said to him.
and remus being the self-appointed responsible one, had taken it upon himself to maintain sobriety the entire night. to look after the three of them in the aftermath.
resolutely sitting next to you the whole night, engaging in a missed conversation about gossip and literature.
âstill feeling confident you can handle these three blokes up in your room?â
he grimaced, already rubbing his temples, probably from regret and the jamesâ incessant off-key singing. âi donât really have much of a choice now, do i?â
you laugh easy, âwith the way james is attempting to strip, i think not. and you did volunteer, taking responsibility and what not.â
he sighed rather audibly, over the soft music of the party that was already dying down. most of the attendees already settling into their respective rooms.
and you look at remus, slumped into the chair, and laugh to yourself.
still so helpless, you think. you guess you had to step up again. pick up the slack a little bit.
you try to trick yourself into thinking you were tired and miffed about it, but you find you quite like feeling needed. especially by remus.
whom of which seems to be way into being responsible now and being a proper grown up. one that follows curfew and plans his day.
he barely looks at you for help anymore.
he always has an answer to questions now.
as the boys depend on him for being the responsible one in their little foursome.
off to late night adventures and pranks. no longer the crying, awe struck, nervous kid you grew up knowing. makes you feel kind of sad.
âalright then,â you exhaled, âiâll lend you a hand for dealing with the demons.â you stood up whilst downing your drink, a sweet concoction by dorcas.
he looks up at you, eyes looking bloodshot and tired. he softly shook his head, âyou donât have to.â
you frown, clicking your tongue and placing a hand on each of your hips. âi said iâll do it, so iâm going to. now stand up and letâs go.â
he looked at you just a second longer and sighs looking away, a soft smile etched on lips before looking at you again. looking won over.
standing up, dusting the invisible dirt on his trousers and nodding.
he towers over you now, seemingly out of no where.
you realize this as your neck strain looking up at him. as you gather the rowdy, intoxicated boys back to the dorms.
something sirius was extremely grateful for and the others echoed.
âthanks forâ for taking care of me darling,â sirius breathed hot into your face before pecking you on the cheek.
âyes, youâre very welcome,â you hummed amused, tucking his covers into his sides, making sure he couldnât move out of bed.
sirius giggles, âit feels like being tucked in by a mum,â before looking at you serious, eyes wide and looking more sober than he actually was, as if realizing something.
âyouâre the mum in the group!â he exclaimed.
âim the what?â
james overhears this and exclaims his agreements.
âoh you are! youâre the perfect mum size!â james said.
you turn to him, âand whatâs that supposed to mean?â you ask hotly.
âyouâre very caring and mum-like, and you scold like a mum too, sometimes you even talk like one,â peter mumbled.
you look at remus, giving you an amused look, lips stretching like close to laughing.
âthis is going to be the last time iâm helping you lot, if you call me mum one more time.â you threatened lightly.
sirius hums loud like he doesnât believe you, âitâs not all bad, not like youâre gonna be a single-mum. remus is gonna be the dad after all.â he said like he was so sure.
and james, of ourse, echoed his agreements.
âobviously,â james tutted from his bed, tucked in tight by remus.
âyesh,â peter slurred, âhe looks likeâremus looks like he knows how to read maps.â he breathes out, like on a verge of sleeping.
james gasps, âhe does! remus is a map reading dad, nothing has made more sense than this moment right here. you are meant to hold a map in your hands remus, youâre a daddy compass.â
remus looks perturbed, eyebrows scrunched and lips into a tight frown. he shakes his head then, before closing each of their curtains, not even bothering to justify jamesâ quip. ânight lads,â
ânight dad,â sirius teased from his bed, before shuddering excessively, ânever thought iâd say that again.â
you snort out a laugh before you could help it. âgood night everyone.â
you look at remus, and see him gesture to come outside.
quietly walking out of their room and closing the door behind you.
âcome, iâll walk you out.â grabbing your hand softly and pulling you down the corridor to the stairs. dropping his hold just as quick as if he hadnât meant to hold it in the first place.
âsorry about the lads, the lack of filter is unfortunately not the effect of alcohol but is just them naturally.â
you chuckle softly, rubbing your tingling palms on the side of your skirt.
as if you didnât know that already. those three have already been a staple into your everyday life for majority of the year. they, quite frankly, grow on you like some persistent vine on a house.
âitâs fine, it was quite tame compared to the usual rubbish they spew most of the time.â
remus looks at you, barely able to hide the smirk emerging from his lips.
âdonât tell me you liked them calling you mum?â the teasing lilt in his voice impossible to miss.
you lightly push on his shoulders. âdonât be disgusting, being called their mum is weird enough. and you implying i like it just makes it even weirder.â
âwell imagine being called daddy compass by one of your mates, itâs gonna be hard looking at james tomorrow morning iâll tell you that.â
you laugh excessively loud at this, before covering your mouth sheepish as you remember the time.
you look over at him, up and down as if assessing, âbut you do look like a dad who knows how to read maps. wears khakis all the time and has a moustache.â
he rolls his eyes at you, as you grin in mirth, âwell does that mean youâll do me the honours of marrying me to avoid the life of a single parent to three demon boys?â
you laugh, shaking your head, ânot exactly selling your case to me, are you?â
âwonât you reconsider though?â he moans, like heâs pained but you see the glint in his eyes even in the dark dorm room stairs. âit is after all for the children.â
you know heâs joking, hardly a night of partying counts as anything like a proper proposal.
but your brain canât help but supply the thought that he looked quite fuller now. arms looking sturdier, and harder. he is acting more responsibly, all the professors trust him.
he was almost like a proper grown up now.
and you remember the echo of the ultimate rule in your childhood.
you shake your head, and an easy smile spread on your lips. stopping at the stairs for your dorms, âover my dead body,â
and he laughs, the sound echoing in the trashed common room, âwell alright, good night, beautiful.â
âgood night remus.â
fourth time at 19 years old;
you knew james was serious about lily when you lot had graduated from hogwarts. but you didnât know the extent of the seriousness until he said this after one of the order meetings.
âiâm going to ask lily to marry me.â
james had said this with such conviction, so sure and full of affection. you canât help but feel awed.
he suddenly seemed mature. not like the doofus youâve come to know and consider a confidant through these trying times.
but a proper adult, one who does taxes and knows how to set up an appointment for medical check ups and fights in wars.
james suddenly feeling very far away from you.
you feel remus shift, his leg pressing into yours. you look at him to see what he wanted, but saw he was just looking at james, eyes set hard.
you shook yourself out of your stupor. standing up abruptly, not meaning to leave the familiar press of remusâ leg against your thigh.
âthatâsâthatâs great news james, i would have never guessed youâoh youâre all grown up!â you wrap your arms around his shoulders, and him wrapping his around your middle with a giddy smile.
âthank you, mum.â he laughs, the on going joke still running strong. you squeeze him extra tight and pinching his arm for extra measure. before pulling away. âi never thought you had it in you to propose. iâd have half a mind to propose to lily on your behalf.â
he laughs, a bashful blush resting on his cheeks. âi figured, why wait, you know? tomorrow isnât promised, andâi think spending every moment together is we all can do. i donât want to die with regrets. i love her.â
you breathed in deep.
sirius coming forward too and slapping james in the back before giving his own congratulations and then peter and then remus too.
you were happy for them both, truly, having found one another even in these difficult times was awe-inspiring.
and then you start to wretchedly wonder if you could have that too. if only the circumstances were a bit different. would you have been given enough time to find another? enough to love? enough to marry?
you find your gaze sliding to remus, how strained his smile looked and wonder if heâs thinking the same.
he looked back at you, as he always does, and smiles gently. less strained now. like he was resigned.
you try to imagine if the circumstances were a bit different and he would find someone to love. someone to marry.
you feel your navel, coil in a bundle of nerves. a tension in your neck making you almost irate.
he gestured for you to follow him out.
like being compelled and weak, you follow without a question.
the night air was chilly, and feeling some sort of static on your skin, like building an unnerving suspense.
remus just sat and gestured for you to sit beside him.
the seat was cold, and you sat rigid like ice.
itâs been a while since youâve last sat with remus like this. the order keeping all your hours occupied, mission after mission. surviving by the skin of your teeth.
all the world has gone fucked now, it didnât feel quite real some timeâlike some sort of veil has just been pulled over your head making you see things clearer for the horrors awaiting your fates.
and in your mind loud with noise and worry, you almost didnât hear him.
âwhy donât we do it?â
âwhat?â you turn to him, hoping his face show an inkling, a clue as to what he had said.
he looked at you then, eyes still so warm even with the atrocities heâs faced and eyes still so bright in the night. a twinkling light reflecting in his eyes making him look younger. prettier.
âwhy donât we get married?â
you lean back slightly in shock, âwhat?â you repeated, because you didnât understand. this came so suddenly, words weirdly familiar but the intent wildly different than from all the others youâve heard before.
you looked at his eyes. searching, still, for a clue or something that might make sense because what?
he laughs, the warm, soft sounding one you can barely hear. but it was just the two of you outside and it was quiet and you were sitting so close, so you hear itâloud and clear. the sound making you feel warm. âis that so crazy?â
he looked like a boy, happy and hopeful. his leg was pressing into your thighs again. the pressure grounding you.
his hands fidgeting deep within his pockets.
âi think we work well enough.â he added, with a small smile.
you feel something in your heart stutter, âwork well enough,â you repeated. âglad to know i reach your standards for a bride, sir lupin.â you almost scoff. masking the bitter simmer of disappointment of his reason. and the coiling nerves still tightly wound in your navel, feeling heavy, making it harder to breathe.
he shrugs, âwell you know, a lot of applicants have been killing themselves to be chosen. i reckon you ought to feel honoured.â he grinned over to you, still joking.
you rolled your eyes, âof course,â
âyeah?â he perked up, suddenly sitting straighter, his knees bumping into yours in his haste to look at you properly. âyou want to?â he seemed shocked, overtly so, that it makes you laugh. a heat blooming on your face at his apparent willingness to marry you before shaking your head to avoid any confusion.
âno to the proposal but yes, that it is indeed an honour.â
he deflates, âah,â he said softly, before laughing like he was embarrassed. âi justâi kept thinking what james said, about tomorrow not being promisedâand, i, well i thoughtââ he clears his throat before continuing. âi thought i might see what the fuss was about,â
you nodded, ââm afraid marriage isnât so simple. you have to love one another for a start.â you added somewhat bitterly, looking away.
âso you keep reminding me,â he says, laughing awkwardly.
fifth time at 38 years old;
you feel as if your life was reaching a crescendo.
the night glooming, brooding like the sky knows to colour it of fear and nerves.
it was going to come down to tonight, so it seems. whether we win or we lose. the end or the beginning. all those families weâve lost and the families weâve created. all our hopes and dreams sacrificed into this one night.
âyou feeling alright?â remus asked to your left.
the glooming sky somehow illuminating his face all the same.
âas alright as anyone can be when facing a dark wizard.â you smirked, shrugging.
he laughs, still sounding so warm and soft.
you feel his fingers brush yours. you had half a mind to remind him to get ready and hold his wand tight.
you notice how keeps forgetting to do that. opting to hold unto you, just like he did before when he was a child from another time.
he only offers a closed lipped smile, looking at you the same way he has always looked at you. his stare the most familiar thing, it might as well be a part of you.
âi love you.â he breathed. and your heart hammered, your world tilting on its axis. shifting the very fabric of your universe.
and he looked relieved like he couldnât wait to hold unto it any longer. and then he repeated it. more sure. louder. affectionate. looking straight into you. his brilliant, soft, warm eyes so full.
you wonder when did his gaze start to look at you like that?
and then you see;
his eyes looking as it did when he was five, shining with obvious awe.
his eyes when he was eleven, with resolute determination.
eyes when he was seventeen, glinting with mirth in the dark crevices of the dorms.
the look he gave you when he was nineteen, looking so boyishly happy and hopeful.
and now as heâs thirty-eight, looking at you with so much love, and longing, and pain, and joy.
âwhen this is all over,â he breathe, âwill you marry me?â
so much time has passed by now that you had once thought it was too late for you. too late with him. something you always thought but could never have.
he was now undeniably a man. arms littered with scars and unwavering confidence as he looks at you. but his eyes still glimmer and twinkle all the same.
the undeniable rampage in your chest, your eyes searching for an answer or a clue for what heâs thinking.
âi love you,â he repeats, and gazing at you with that familiar eyes of his.
and you laugh because you found your answer. so youâll give him his.
âyes.â
extra;
the battle was brutal, bodies piled on top of one another. those too young to know what they even fought for. those for their own ideals. and those caught in cross fires.
but it was over. and the good guys won.
but with so many lost, people thought, how could i possibly cheer?
but there was this type of solace when youâre gone. there was no more pain. all those gone can only do one thing, to let go. at least thatâs what harry thinks.
staring down at the family he couldâve had.
your limp cold hand holding remusâ equally cold ones.
he wonders if someone intertwined your hands, or if you simply died holding on to each other. never to let go.
he realized it didnât really matter. you were both gone. forever, together.
he thinks of the comforting hugs youâve given him in the short time youâve spent with him, and the many stories remus told. and in this fierce pain he wonders if you ever saw the shiny, glinting ring in remusâ dresser hidden away ever since he was eighteen.
Summary:Â Distance is a strange concept. Jenna feels no closer to you now than when you actually were on opposite sides of the world. If she missed you any harder, her heart might leap out of her chest and right into your hands.
Requested by @thenextdawn
A/N:Â Tweaked the idea just a slight bit but I hope you like it, sweetheart. I wrote half of this very much sleep deprived so if anything is weird blame it on that, also take some technical things here with a grain of salt because I know very little about how shooting movies/series works. Much love babes. <3
Word count:Â 5k (this got out of hand pretty fast)
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The airport was bustling with people. Some arriving, tiredness clouding their features along with happiness as they were welcomed by loved ones; others speeding down the halls, suitcases in hand as they rushed to not miss their flights.
Jenna, though her flight was about to leave, was stalling. Her gaze skimmed over the crowd around. Her hands tightly held onto yours, as if you'd disappear if she loosened her grip.
And she wasn't too far off.
You brushed your thumb over the skin on her hand, trying to convey some sense of calmness, "I think it's time for you to go, otherwise the plane will leave without you."
Jenna grinned half-heartedly, swinging your joined hands around as she leaned her head on the wall to her right. "Would it be too bad if I let that happen?"
It was your little moment of peace. This corner of the airport suddenly became your fleeting safe haven for a precious second.
"I think," you started, pulling her towards you so you could wrap her in a hug, "some people would be very mad at you if you missed this flight."
Jenna encircled her arms around your waist, closing her eyes as she nuzzled her face on your shoulder, "I'd be with you though," she mumbled, words muffled against you.
Pulling back so you could look at her, you took hold of her hands again.
Honestly, you were striving to keep a strong facade on, to be the support you knew she needed. But deep down, you were holding back your own tears.
"It'll go by quickly, you'll see."
"It's eight months," Jenna sighed, "all the way on Romania. I'm excited about it, but, I never stayed away this long."
The 'we never stayed apart this long' went unsaid.
And it was true. It made you think for a moment that, to the naked eye, you two could easily be seen as a couple delaying their inevitable goodbye. That wasn't the case though, there wasn't a label to what you and Jenna were. Not yet. And it would have to wait until she came back.
"You'll be alright, I know you will," you encouraged, "you're gonna nail this role. You'll be the best Wednesday this world has ever seen," you smiled proudly, not an ounce of doubt in your words.
It got Jenna chuckling, all teary-eyed and flushed cheeks. "You'll text me every day, right? Call too?"
"Of course I will, I already miss you," you pouted.
She squeezed your hands, "promise?"
"Promise."
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For those eight months, you kept your promise.
Every day you texted, called, and sometimes video-chatted with Jenna; checking up on her, lifting her mood, or simply talking.
You missed her more than you ever missed anyone in your life, and you could tell she felt the same. But for a while, it was bearable, because you talked every day.
Until Jenna started breaking the pattern.
It started slow, but steady. One unanswered text here, one missed call there, and suddenly you went two or three days without talking to each other.
It was comprehensible, Jenna was working after all. So you didn't think anything of it when the new normal became calling each other every four or five days.
But when those days spaced out, you counted yourself lucky if you heard from her at least once a week, and then every two weeks â her responses short and to the point.
Yet you kept sending her texts; simple 'good mornings' and 'hope you have an awesome day on set'. Because you promised you would, she asked you to.
Even if, involuntarily, you started to feel like a bit of a nuisance to her when she answered you with a plain 'u too' every now and then.
It happened slowly; Jenna became a stranger. A stranger you still loved greatly.
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Hey Jen, how have you been? I just wanted to let you know that I got the role for that movie I texted you about a few weeks ago. So yeah, I'm very excited.
Hope everything is well, I really miss you.
You stared at the message on your phone, your finger hesitating to tap the send button. You chewed on your bottom lip, trying to get rid of the nerves.
Sometimes it hurts, because it wasn't like this â though that reality feels very far away now.
The filming process for Wednesday wrapped almost three months ago. You knew that because right before she left Romania, Jenna had called you, and for a lovely moment, things felt okay; you could hear the tears in her voice when she told you how much she missed you, apologizing over and over for not keeping in touch and saying how much she couldn't wait to be back, promising to come see you soon.
But that never happened.
You haven't seen Jenna ever since you said goodbye to her at the airport, ten months ago.
You guessed that's what distance does to people.
Yet, the stubborn part of you still texts her sometimes, because when you close your eyes all you can see is that teary-eyed Jenna who made you swear to always keep in touch with her. So you do. You tell her about your little bits of progress in the acting career, about some roles you manage to get, and if you're lucky, you'll get a response with 'congratulations'.
As of today, you haven't heard from her in two months. And if you cried about it a few nights ago, that's no one's business.
You understand she's busy, you see it in her on every interview that you watch â because you know her, you know the way her posture changes when she's getting tired, you know her mannerisms when she's nervous, you know when her smile is not the brightest it can be â but you think that, if she felt for you as much as you feel for her, she'd try to keep in touch. She would come to see you.
You pressed send on the message and put your phone back in your pocket the very next second.
Sad as it may seem, you didn't expect an answer.
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"Hey, wait up."
You looked back over your shoulder, only to see your cast mate jogging up to you in the parking lot, big smile on his face.
"Something wrong?" You asked, adjusting your backpack over your shoulder.
"No, not at all," he told you as he caught his breath, one hand coming to rest on your shoulder, "I just wanted to say, you did really good in there."
You averted your gaze when you felt your cheeks warming up, getting compliments from people infinitely more talented and popular than you would always feel surreal.
"I mean it," he ducked down, searching for your eyes, "that was one of the best monologues I've witnessed in a while."
"Thank you," you chuckled nervously, "it means a lot coming from you."
He waved off your words as if telling you, yet again, to stop putting him on a pedestal. "That being said, I've been meaning to ask if you'd be willing to audition for my next movie."
To say your eyes widened in surprise was an understatement, you asked him to repeat himself and he did; grinning fondly, telling you all about the natural talent you have and how he couldn't forgive himself if he allowed it to go to waste.
You, of course, agreed promptly. And squealed like a schoolgirl once he was out of earshot.
Before you got into your car, you took your cell phone from your backpack, still bubbling with excitement as the offer didn't quite feel real yet.
For a fleeting second, the sight of your last unanswered text when you opened the conversation didn't make your heart clench in pain.
Jenna, you won't believe what just happenedâŠ
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The production of a movie of this caliber wasn't like anything you'd done before; there were so many things going on all at once, so many more people involved, so much more work for you â comes with the territory when playing the main character, you knew that, but still, it was all somewhat new for you.
By the end of most weeks, you were absolutely exhausted.
You pushed open the door of your trailer with a groan, rubbing your temple to try and chase away the beginnings of a headache.
The only lights you turned on were the ones in your little kitchen area, keeping the place dimly lit so it was easier on your tired eyes.
Not bothering to change out of your work clothes for now, you threw yourself on the couch, letting out a sigh of relief when you felt your muscles relax.
Maybe it was the late hour and the vulnerability of your worn-out body; but most nights after a busy day, you found your mind drifting to memories that involved a certain someone. If you closed your eyes forcefully enough, you could pretend to be back there â your shoulder pressed snuggly against hers as she told you all about her day on set, her fingers sneaking to intertwine with yours, the weight of her head when she'd inevitably succumb to sleep against you â memories exist outside of time anyway.
When the screen of your phone lit up, you swore you could almost feel your heartbeat stumbling. You picked it up so fast that it almost fell on your face.
Jenna's name was on your screen, and you hated the way that it brought tears to your eyes.
You hesitated when opening the text, not daring to breathe or get your hopes up.
'That's exciting' was her response to your rather long list of unanswered texts, the last one being the one of you talking about the new movie you're working on.
No 'how are you', no 'I miss you'.
You closed your eyes and felt a tear running down your cheek, typing back the one thing you felt;
Sometimes I wish I had let that plane leave without you.
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The movie you starred in ended up being the push you needed to be recognized. It was a success, and you were the reason why.
It premiered only a few weeks after Wednesday did. Jenna became known worldwide, and you sort of did too.
And that's what it took for you to finally see each other again.
If someone told you a year ago that you'd be attending the Golden Globes, you'd call them crazy. Yet here you are; timidly smiling as a billion cameras flash in front of your eyes.
And in the midst of greeting acquaintances, posing for pictures, and talking to reporters, your eyes caught sight of her.
She was nothing short of divine, soft pinkish-brown dress fitting her to perfection and her hair way shorter than when you'd last seen her. You didn't think Jenna could ever be more beautiful, but she's apparently always proving you wrong.
It felt like a gravity pull on your heart, urging you to walk closer to her, and if you ditched a reporter or two along the way, you couldn't care less. Your stomach was twirling in apprehension, it shouldn't be but it is, because sad as it feels, you don't know what you mean to each other anymore.
Jenna had her back to you as she spoke with someone you didn't know. You could feel your hands slick with perspiration when you cleared your throat a little awkwardly. She probably didn't hear, so you resorted to lightly tapping her shoulder.
It felt like seeing her for the first time in your life at the same time that it felt like you never parted ways at all. Though there was this painful squeezing in your chest that's never been there before. You smiled softly, breathing out a simple; "hi."
Jenna's eyes widened the slightest bit when she saw you, her lips hanging open when she had trouble forming words; it was a one-second thing, she was quick to recover and get her features back to impassive. Something you knew all too well was a bad habit of hers â suppressing what she's feeling.
"Hi, I- I had no idea you'd be coming," she told you, her eyes unable to find a place to focus on your face.
You pursed your lips, acutely aware of the cameras on every corner of the place. "Yeah, I tried to tell you but, you must've missed my text." The words felt heavy on your tongue, your smile didn't quite reach your eyes.
"I didn't mean-" Jenna's voice broke halfway through and she clamped her mouth shut to avoid a making scene.
It got you looking up to meet her gaze, and there were so many emotions swimming in her eyes that you couldn't put your finger on any of them.
Before you or she could say anything else, a reporter was calling out for Jenna, drawing both of your attention.
Jenna glanced between you and the reporter, before adjusting her posture and managing a smile. "I'll see you later, okay?" She told you, already turning away from you.
"No, Jenna wait, can't we talk?" You tried reaching out for her hand but she pulled away.
"Not right now."
"I just wanted to-"
She glanced back at you, taking hold of her dress in a white-knuckled grip to pull it up so she could walk faster; "I can't deal with you right now, okay? Please stop⊠crowding me."
Her voice had little emotion to it, but it froze you in place nonetheless. You figured a knife to the heart might hurt less.
Jenna walked away from you, smiling and waving to the cameras whilst you strived to not make the headlines as the actress who cried at the Golden Globes for apparently no reason.
So you were right in the end, she saw you as nothing but a nuisance.
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There was a team waiting to help her get rid of the makeup and glam if she so wanted, but Jenna sent them away.
After such an event, there was nothing she desired more than peace.
Jenna's steps were slow and dragged as she made her way inside her hotel room, still holding onto her long dress, though with much less care than she did in front of the cameras. Part of it is always an act.
She ran a hand through her hair, messing up the previously perfectly styled waves with a sigh.
The shower had been long awaited and she almost napped on the bathtub; not really bothering to meticulously clean up the makeup, leaving a few smudges of eyeshadow here and there â that could be a problem for tomorrow.
And there was nothing more blissful than putting on sweatpants and an oversized shirt.
Her life has been nothing short of hectic ever since starting the filming for Wednesday, so Jenna enjoyed 200% every little time to relax that she had. Though today, she was restless, something had a tight hold on her chest and she couldn't pinpoint what.
She tossed and turned on her bed, unable to sleep even if she was exhausted and she wasn't sure why insomnia decided to kick in now.
That is, until she took her cell phone and a few clips of the event started popping up on the internet, and she caught sight of a picture where, in the background, she could be seen talking with you.
Oh.
That's where this hollowness is coming from.
The bedroom was quiet, the only things she could hear if she strained her ears were the cars way down on the road outside and the faint drizzle that started falling.
It was so quiet, so calm, that for the first time, Jenna felt it. She felt the weight of the past months downing on her.
Jenna had been running on autopilot, so much so, that she became numb to a few of her own emotions. And maybe a few people too.
There was a sudden lump in her throat. Jenna sat up quickly on her bed, clawing at her chest because she couldn't breathe. She mumbled curses under her breath, vision instantly getting blurred as tears collected on the bottom lid of her eyes.
If this wasn't a panic attack, it was something very close to it.
Jenna scrambled for her phone and hastily typed your number on it, shaky fingers bringing the device to her ears.
She held onto her breath when the line started ringing; and when it rang for the last time, she was already sobbing.
"No, no, no," she stumbled out, trying again, "please pick up, please," the pleas fell out of her mouth with broken syllables.
Distantly, she knew she had it coming, she hadn't been fair with you, or with herself. You were Jenna's weakest point, if she had allowed herself to miss you, she'd drop everything to go back. So she bottled up the feeling.
But sooner or later, it would surface, and it hurts more than she thought it would â because maybe her decision had cost her you.
Jenna wrapped her arms around herself, with tears trickling down her cheeks and dripping from her chin â she felt alone, so excruciatingly alone.
Jenna didn't sleep that night.
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For the months that followed, Jenna tried calling you multiple times.
You never answered.
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It didn't take long for Wednesday to be renewed for season two. It also didn't take long for filming to start.
Jenna saw herself going back to staying in a foreign country for months in what felt like no time at all. But this time around she knew what to expect, how to prepare herself for it.
Or that's what she had hoped, because when she stepped foot on set, she was greeted with the sight of none other than you. You who was animatedly talking with Emma as you held a few papers in your hands; a script, Jenna presumed. A script that had Wednesday written on its cover.
Jenna halted on her steps immediately, sneakers scratching against the floor; the grip she had on her backpack tightening significantly. No amount of internal pep talks could ever prepare her for this.
Next thing she knew, Emma had caught sight of her and was walking in her direction with you hot on her tail. Jenna felt like curling into a ball to try and disappear â not because she didn't want to see you, but because of what she did last time it happened. Part of her knows she won't be able to face your rejection without breaking.
"Jenna, you're finally here," Emma pulled her friend into a hug. Jenna held her back promptly, grateful to have something to momentarily hold on to.
"Yeah," she breathed, "it was a- a long flight." She couldn't help the way her eyes darted to you. And you were so⊠blank, emotionless.
"Have you met our new cast member? This is Y/n." Emma happily gestured to you, taking a step back so Jenna could properly see you.
There was a heaviness in the air, more than a year's worth of bottled-up feelings just hanging on by a thin thread. Jenna gulped back the lump forming in her throat. It was longing and hurt and guilt altogether.
She had never felt this. Missing someone to the point of feeling like your chest is being ripped open, as if they're on the other side of the world even if, in reality, they're right in front of you â just a few inches forward and she'd touch you. Yet it feels impossible.
"Hi," was all Jenna could utter.
You nodded once, with a clenched jaw and crossed arms, "hi Jenna."
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You were avoiding her.
And it was nothing short of torture.
You were avoiding Jenna, as much as two people who work together can avoid each other, but still, you were doing a terrific job. Jenna only caught glimpses of you when it was absolutely necessary.
She had this hole in her chest; it made her restless and anxious. It's been only a week and Jenna already feels like she can't take it anymore. She knows it's affecting her work; she's not able to focus the way she did before, she finds herself zoning out whilst looking at doorways and waiting for you to walk in â most of the time you never do.
Right now, Jenna is sitting in front of a mirror as she gets her hair done for the day. She arrived a little late today, her sleepless nights finally catching up to her right on a Tuesday morning.
The distant smell of hair spray still hung in the air, the bright lights around the mirror still hurt her sleepy eyes so she keeps them closed, enjoying the feeling of the hairdresser doing her braids. She paid no mind when she heard the door opening or when the chair beside hers creaked. Only opening her eyes when your voice greeted the other people in the room.
Jenna didn't dare breathe. She looked at you through the mirror, your gazes meeting for half a second before you averted yours.
Was it too bad that she already kinda felt like crying?
There was this painful tug on her heart whenever Jenna did see you. It felt like remembering all of your good memories all at once â and they mocked her, told her she'd never have anything like it again.
Distance is a strange concept. She feels no closer to you now than when you actually were on opposite sides of the world.
If she missed you any harder, her heart might leap out of her chest and right into your hands.
You're looking everywhere except at her. It's almost bittersweet that Jenna can tell exactly just how nervous you are. Fidgeting on your seat, tapping your knee.
For a moment she wants to reach out and hold your hand, it used to calm you down, ground you.
She doesn't. Instead, she asks; "have you been enjoying the filming so far?" The words tasted strange on her tongue. Like they're all wrong and it's not what she should be saying to you when there's a ten-foot wall between you and her.
You hesitated, as if wondering if she was really talking to you. "Uh yeah, it's been a great experience so far," you said eventually, choosing to glance up at her through the mirror instead of turning your head to actually meet her gaze.
Jenna smiled, just a soft tilt of her lips.
Every minute that you weren't hers was a minute of pure agony.
And it was hardly the proper place for it, but with not knowing when she'd have the opportunity to speak with you again, Jenna took in a deep breath, and tried; "look, I- I've been meaning to apologi-"
"Not now, Jenna," you cut her off pretty quickly, drawing the attention of the few hairdressers around you. You cleared your throat; "we can talk about this later."
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Ultimately, there was no 'later'. Jenna couldn't get a moment alone with you after that, and you made no effort either.
But when you love someone enough, you tend to make a few reckless decisions.
Jenna was staying in the same hotel as you, just a few doors away from yours, and she was a good actress.
It was late at night when you unlocked the door of your hotel room. You turned on the lights and instantly jumped back, almost tripping on your own feet; your soul leaving your body for a second.
"What the hell," you mumbled, with a hand over your erratic heart.
Jenna raised her hands and took a step back, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's just me."
"How-" you gestured towards her, taking your backpack off your shoulder as the door clicked close behind you, "why-"
"Security let me in⊠I convinced them," she explained, a faint blush tainting her freckled cheeks as she felt strangely self-conscious under your gaze.
The hotel room wasn't big, quaint with its industrial-styled decorations and orange lighting; but with just the two of you occupying the space, it felt all kinds of intimate.
You scoffed, walking past her and to the bedroom without a second glance, "so much for security."
It hurt, way more than Jenna would care to admit. But part of her knew she brought it on herself. She followed after you, burying her hands in the pockets of her hoodie to hide the slight tremble of her fingers.
Your bedroom was even plainer than the main rooms. All your belongings are pushed to one side and filled only the lonely dresser by the ensuite bathroom door. It reminded Jenna of her own room.
She lazily brought her gaze back to you, her stomach twisting unpleasantly with apprehension; "I just wanted to talk."
Jenna's voice was small, uncharacteristically so, tugging at your heartstrings with each syllable.
This was just Jenna. No actress. No star. Just your Jenna.
You almost gave in right then and there.
But you had your back to her, fidgeting with the zipper on your bag to keep yourself busy. Her presence, her perfume, it filled the whole room, "now you want to talk?"
"I know, I was an- an awful friend to you," Jenna started, unable to stay still on her stance, "I know I should've called more and I'm so-" a sob broke through her voice, you were nothing but a blur in front of her.
"I'm so sorry for what I said," it was nothing but a whisper, said while Jenna hugged herself tightly, chasing some semblance of comfort that wasn't there. Her sudden vulnerability startled you.
You heard it loud and clear, it brought tears to your own eyes, even if you had promised you wouldn't cry anymore.
"That I was just something you had to deal with?" You finally turned to look at her then, and you strived to keep yourself impassive, because Jenna was far from okay.
Her eyes were red-rimmed and filled with tears that were just a blink away from spilling over. She looked so small in the spacious room. "That's not true. Not what I meant."
"Well, that's what it felt like, okay?" Your months of hurting escaped you, "so I'm sorry I kept my promise and I'm sorry it crowded you but you-" you took in a shaky breath to steady yourself, glancing up at the ceiling then back at her, "you meant a lot to me, JennaâŠ"
It was all it took for Jenna to break, because she saw herself being back in that airport with your hands holding onto her so tightly â and she missed you, so unbelievably much. She could taste her own tears on her lips, the grip she had on herself was almost bruising as soft sobs shook her body; "You mean everything to me, you have to know that. And losing youâŠ" she hesitated, as if fearing that saying the words out loud made them true, her lower lip wobbling, "there's nothing I regret more."
You almost didn't catch her words given the unsteadiness of her voice. It was too much for you and your bleeding heart. You couldn't physically bear to stay one second more away from her.
You walked closer slowly, tentatively, until you were able to embrace her to you.
Jenna buried herself into you, her tears soaking your shirt as you practically held most of her weight all on your own. She held you so strongly you almost had trouble breathing.
For a moment it was all that was needed, you and her holding what was left of each other together.
"I never meant for it to happen," Jenna whispered against you, damp lips grazing the skin on your shoulder, "I never- I was in a bad place and, after the f-filming for Wednesday wrapped up I got called for so many other things I didn't even have time to breathe." She curled herself onto you, her grip only tightening as if trying to merge you into her so you'd never part ways again.
You ran your hand up and down her back, leaving goosebumps on her skin and feeling your own tears trickling down your cheeks. There's no putting into words how much you're able to miss someone until you're holding them again. Until you can finally come home to each other.
For the first time in more than a year, you could breathe.
"I'm so tired," Jenna's small voice came again, tender, right beside your ear, "everything was so overwhelming, I- I felt so alone," she nuzzled her nose against your neck, and you wondered for a moment how long it's been since she allowed herself to receive any kind of comfort.
A beat passed until you were able to find your voice again, a little hoarse and unsteady; "you could've told me, I would've been there, Jenna. You know I would've done anything and more to help you."
With a sniff, Jenna finally pulled back, just enough to look into your eyes, "I know," she pursed her lips, one hand coming up to brush at her cheek, damp with tear tracks â testimonies of her wounded heart that pulses with each beat for you, for you, for you.
With your silence, Jenna kept going, if anything, out of desperation; "I'm so sorry, please I- you must know I never meant for it to go like that."
Teardrops clung to her eyelashes too, eyes shining brightly under the dim lights of the bedroom and her nose a little red. Oh, how you missed her.
You gently raised your hands to her cheeks, your thumbs brushing away a few tiny tears that still escaped her. "It's okay," you breathed.
"Please don't leave me," she mumbled, a soft sob cutting through.
"Not leaving," you promised, leaning up to kiss her forehead, "I'd never leave you."
When her eyes found yours again, Jenna stumbled forward out of instinct, her nose bumping yours.
You closed the gap with the encouragement you knew she needed, "you know I'm never capable of staying mad at you for too long," you chuckled, your lips grazing hers. You were home.
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We were holding hands because it was really hot that night. I was staring at the moon while Tom were blinking lightly, unable to sleep as well, he was staring at me and smiling.
"I really think you are funny"
I look at him confused
"because a was a Hufflepuff? Look, that's bullying and it's wrong!" I joke and he laughed
"no, no... Your funny because I fancy you since you came to my house with those pigtails and bright pink dress you liked to wear when we were young and you really thought that I didn't like you at all"
"Oh..." I laughed "you never acted like I was that cool so..."
"I've always treated you way better than anyone"
"You treated me like shit"
"of course not!" Tom sits "why would you think that?"
" I don't know, maybe your sarcasm that I was never able to reconise because of my autism and Mateo aways had to tell me about, you aways complained if we had to do something together... I've got a big list"
"I was a teenager who didn't know how to express myself!
" Yeah, and if we weren't promised to be married I don't think we would ever be together"
"Me too, I got to admit that."
"thanks! Actually I think Mateo would marry me if we weren't promised"
"... Mateo?" He stares deadly at me "my baby brother who is your best friend?"
"Aham... He said he would if you didn't want to "
".... I'm going to call him, be right back"
And Tom goes to our fone, minutes later I hear him talking loudly to his brother and I fall asleep thinking that maybe tomorrow I have some drama to solve
VocĂȘ transar mal e depois pedir desculpas nĂŁo vai fazer a transa ser sensacional. VocĂȘ poder nĂŁo quer dizer que vocĂȘ vai ser. VocĂȘ estar acordado nĂŁo quer dizer que vocĂȘ estĂĄ pensando... Muito menos em mim... Eu sĂł queria que vocĂȘ parasse com essas desculpas falsas, com essas promessas falsas, com essa falsidade que vocĂȘ tem comigo. E se vocĂȘ acha que eu estou sendo indelicada ou chata, desculpe, mas eu nĂŁo agrado nem minha mĂŁe, quem dera um pau pequeno que nem o teu
