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milo | f 20 | requests open | trying my best | my english isnt too good, lol hey

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bitter taste

pairings:  Atsumu Miya X Reader

type: angst?? idk im high and I wrote this in 20 mins 

word-count: 1k

warnings: cheating, some smex but not really (go away minors), bad writing 

A/N: this is soooo bad but im kind of pumped with some e ;) and a lot of energy and really felt like writing again so this is really rushed I literally typed this in less than 20 mins sooooo please im sorry but I might get back on writing 

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The end of a relationship usually has events that build up to the final scene. Sometimes though, the end of a relationship can take you by surprise. You could tell the end was near, whenever he would come up with any excuse to stay out late at night only to come back in early mornings. Stumbling through the front door of the shared home that nowadays felt more lonely than ever before. The smell of cheap liquor lingering on his breath, his shirt giving off various scents but the one that stood out more was the one of a women’s perfume. Laying on your side of the bed pretending to be asleep you heard him groan as he sat on the bed. “Snap out of it, ‘Tsumu.” You held in your breath, not wanting to breathe in any more of the other woman’s perfume. Afraid that you might immediately start crying if you put any more thought into it so you tried your best to distract yourself, soon falling asleep with a tightening feeling in your chest. 

You woke up to your alarm blaring at six am, somehow he was able to sleep through it today. Without a second thought, you peeked over to check if he was really there and he was. He didn’t bother on changing shirts, still wearing the evidence of last nights infidelity without a care in the world. Tears you were holding back instead burned your eyes, angrily rubbing them away and instead focusing on getting ready for a long day at work. There was no going back to how things were, you knew that but what bothered you the most was that you weren’t sure when things went wrong. Was your relationship doomed from the start or could there have been any saving? You didn’t know. 

By the time you got back home he had already gotten ready to go out with his friends for the night like he always did. For some reason he felt like he had to wait for you to get home to tell yo face to face that he was going out. In his mind, he knew you wouldn’t be able to catch onto the things he would do outside this home. He knew that you would always be waiting for him on the bed the both of you picked out together. You were his safe option, the woman that wouldn’t ask him where he was all night, the one who wouldn’t question him and his behavior, or so he thought. Unfortunately for him, you were able to figure things out on your own without having to speak a word. 

“You look nice, going out again?” He smiled effortlessly, manipulating you into loving his smile but thinking to himself, ‘It’s so easy to fool you.’. “I’ll be back early tonight, I promise.” He would say every night but never go through with his promises. “Wait…” You pulled on his tie, pulling him closer to you. Close enough to feel his lips brush against yours, he took it as if you wanted a goodbye kiss which in a way it was. Soon, that goodbye kiss grew hungry with desperation. Mostly from you because you knew this would be the last thing you would do with him. Wrapping your arms around his head, trying to pull him even more into you as if somehow that could pull him emotionally closer. Your legs shaking with anxiety but Atsumu picked you up and making your wrap your legs around him, thinking that the kiss took your breath away and wanting to take it even further. 

That night he didn’t go out, he had spent the whole night showing you what he had practiced on her. Kissing you and touching you on the exact same places he did on her. His head between your legs that had been in between hers, the same dirty tongue being used on you. It all made you feel dirty, it made you feel as if you were the other woman he was doing the cheating with. You spent awhile in the shower, scrubbing on all the places you felt his touch linger and when you had come out of the bathroom, Atsumu was already fast asleep. To him, he had poured his heart out to you tonight. The guilt finally catching up to him while you were in the shower and it was killing him. He thought to himself, ‘What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her, I’ll change things for the better.’ Atsumu had a full plan to start loving you like he used to when your relationship with him was still new, a plan to leave all the cheating behind all because you approached him with sex.  

Morning came but your side of the bed was empty, he still smiled, imagining you in the kitchen preparing breakfast for the both of you. He glanced over to where the clock usually sat but noticed how bare the nightstand was. Atsumu rolled over, grabbing his phone from his nightstand to check the time and seeing the missed calls from his mistress. The sound of the door opening immediately made him delete the notification and look up with a straight face, hiding his nerves. “Good morning.” He smiled, hoping to fool you once more. “Morning.” You smiled back even though it pained you to even look at him, it was your last goodbye even though he had no idea. Most of your things were packed and ready to go, all the bags were set by the front door and it was likely for him to stay in bed instead of saying goodbye at the door. This was your final scene, the last event to your relationship with him even though your relationship with him had been dead for a while now. Something Atsumu still had hope for was just something he imagined to himself and it would take him by surprise once he figured it out. 

“I’ll be back early tonight, I promise.” You said to him.

(not edited, im sorry for the bad story I just felt like posting)

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I've been gone for a bit and sick form covid but im way better now :) and I still have to finish liar liar pt.2 because I've just been in bed sick :(((( but I really look forward to finishing it :D

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I love your draco love language hc so much 🥺 could you do quality time?

Hii! For sure :) I was just gone and sick for a while but I really do wanna get back into doing more and I’ll try my best to do it soon :D

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your fic ‘breaking point’ made me want to cry bc it was so well written i loved it!!!

thank you :D I kind of rushed over it a little while I was also on like a really bad sleep schedule but im so glad you enjoyed :))) 

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Is there a part two for Liar, liar, Pants on fire?? I FREAKIN ITCHING TO KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN 😳

hii :):) I’m glad you enjoyed!! I am working on a pt.2 but im also trying to work on making it a bit longer and also cause I'm kind of insecure about my English :( but ill for sure have a pt.2 up soon :D

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breaking point

pairings:  Wakatoshi Ushijima x Reader

type: I guess it could count as angst, break up type :0 idk

word-count: 2.7k

warnings: cursing, mentions of fighting, he hurts reader physically without meaning to

A/N: running on no sleep again aha, its just five in the morning so im really sorry if its not a strong story, also my English is supppeerr shitty but :( I try my best, ill probably rewrite it one day because the ending wasnt strong but im just so sleepy :( and I really wanted to finish writing this tonight. im still working on the part 2 of liar lair buut because people seemed to enjoy it I want to at least make it better than the other ones I've written :o also I really don't know what to name this ://////

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Arguments between couples was completely normal, it was a very common thing to be disagreeing with your significant other over things once in a while. Or at least that’s what you kept telling yourself to pull through the nights whenever Toshi felt like picking a fight with you. Your relationship with him only kept on getting worse and worse each day, the constant fighting draining you mentally and physically. If you knew your relationship with him was going to turn out like this then you wouldn’t had agreed to that date four years ago. But how could you say no to him? Back in high school, everything was more simple. The memories from years ago is what kept you grounded in your relationship, he used to be so loving and caring in his own way. Now whenever you looked at him, you couldn’t believe how much things had changed. How much he changed. Volleyball and managing to do excellent in school were major stressors for him and you tried your best to be there for him no matter what, even excusing his brutal behavior. 

You sighed, picking up your pace and making your way towards your shared apartment with your boyfriend. It was around nine o’clock and you had missed your bus after finishing up a shift that you didn’t even agreed on but you couldn’t just say no. The bus wouldn’t take that long to come around but you rather walk home then wait out in the cold. A familiar stinging in your chest returned after thinking about what he would have to say. You knew he would disapprove of coming home so late but you hoped he would understand that you had to take the extra shift. Anxiety invading all your thoughts, thinking of the worse thing that could happen. Mentally praying to yourself that he was in a good mood tonight. 

Breaking up had been something you’ve put a lot of thought into but you kept lying to yourself. Telling yourself that he would change and that as soon the both of you were out of school that it would all go back to normal. You weren’t stupid though, you wouldn’t know how to feel if you kept your relationship with him. The things he would say shattered your confidence and with his tone, it was enough to make anyone rethink their whole purpose. You weren’t even sure why you stuck around. Could it had been that you were just hopelessly in love with him even after every damaging word he would scream at you until you fully memorized it or was it because you were just too afraid to leave him? Afraid of the way that he would react or possibly lash out. The warm and cuddly boyfriend you once knew so well now could only bring you fear instead of that longing warmth. 

You kicked off your shoes, finally making it home way before the bus could if you had waited for it. The apartment was quiet, too quiet. He probably was already in bed, catching up on sleep that he had sacrificed on practice and studying. A sigh of relief left your lungs, thinking to yourself that finally there wouldn’t be any arguing tonight. You smiled, making your way towards your room to take a shower before going to bed. Too tired to eat dinner. As soon as you opened the door, your hopes came crushing down. There he sat on the bed with his phone in his hand, scrolling through it. Your breath caught in your throat, scared for whatever was going to happen. 

“Where were you?” He asked, still not looking up from his phone. The tone he used wasn’t harsh or cold. It was his usual tone, the one you grew to love in high school. 

“I’m so sorry, they made me take an extra shift and then my b-“ Toshi finally looked up and made sure to make eye contact with you. The look in his eyes felt so cold that it made you want to cry. A reminder that there will never be a peaceful night with him.

“And then your what?” His tone never changed but the look in his eyes. It was the look. 

“And then I missed my bus because of the extra shift…Please Toshi, please don’t be mad.” You could already feel your tears forming in your eyes. The exhaustion getting to you now, there was just so much that you could take until you just couldn’t anymore and right now it felt like that was the case.

“What the fuck are you crying for? It was just a question. Lately you’ve been spending every day crying. Seems like all you’re good for is crying.” There it was, the tone you were so afraid of, finally making its appearance. With both the look he had in his eyes and his tone, you just couldn’t hold back on the tears. 

“Because of you! I cry every day because of you. Everyday I wake up and I’m scared of what new insults you’ll come up with! I’m so scared of you and I’m tired, so fucking tired of putting up with the fighting and the way you look at me as if you hate me…” With a blurry vision from your tears you could still make out his face and he was still giving you that awful look.

“Don't talk to me like that. You don’t think I’m tired of the fighting too? You're constantly bitching, I get tired of that too!” You fixed your stare to a glare, mimicking the look he was giving you. It ended up pissing him off even more, making him stand up from the bed, the movement making you flinch.

“My constant bitching is because you’re constantly a dick!” You had never yelled at him like this before, it was all new to him and you. His jaw tensed, holding back from lashing out. 

“Don’t fucking yell at me.” He said through gritted teeth, standing tall in front of you now. The way he approached you was frightening. But you didn’t care, you were finally letting out every little thing you were holding in for months. 

“I-“ A hiccup interrupting your sentence. “I can’t do this anymore!” Toshi tightened his brows, looking at you with a deep frown planted on his face. “I want to break up.”

You felt your breathing stop when you felt both hands on you. He was never one to put his hands on you and you couldn’t help but just cry harder, scared of what could happen. It seemed like the more you cried the harder his grip on you got, his large hands squeezing your arms feeling like they would snap any minute. His grip on you was vile, feeling your arms go numb from the tightening. 

“Please stop, you're hurting me!” Your tears clouded your vision, not being able to see him clearly anymore. But he wouldn’t loosen his grip, his anger controlling him. 

“Toshi, you’re hurting me.” You sobbed out and finally getting him to react. He let go, his eyes wide with fear, afraid of the pain he brought you. His eyes looking over your arms and seeing his hand prints, the guilt settling in and making him feel like the worst fucking person in the world. 

The both of you stood there in front of each other without moving. His own tears threatening to spill from his eyes but he tried his best to hold them back. He couldn’t cry in front of you, not while he had brought you so much pain. It wasn’t fair to you, he wasn’t fair to you. 

You left without saying anything, the only thing he could hear as you walked away was your crying and small gasps for air. He didn’t chase after you, he couldn’t, it wouldn’t be fair to you if he had. It was late and you had no idea where you would go, you did have a name in mind but you weren’t sure how to approach him. Especially with the forming bruises on your arm, he would just ask so many questions and you weren’t in the mood to answer anything at the moment. Your feet still dragged you to his place, it’s not like you had anywhere to go after walking out and leaving your bag and all your other belongings behind. 

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“Hmm?” Tendou murmured after opening the door to his apartment and seeing his friends girlfriend crying her eyes out and shivering from the cold. He could only frown, imagining the worst. “Hey, are you okay?”

He felt the air get knocked out of him when you rammed your body into his, sobbing into his chest and hugging him. The red head returned the hug, still having no clue why you were crying your eyes out in his apartment at such a late hour. With his leg he was able to softly kick the door to his apartment to shut out the cold. You pulled away, a little more calm now after being able to get a hug. Tendou stood by your side patiently as you calmed down, rubbing his hand against your small back and feeling your breathing go back to steady. 

That’s when he stopped his comforting, his eyes widening at the soft pink fingerprints on your arm and then on your other arm. “Did he do this to you?” He asked, making you follow him to the small kitchen he had. He reached into his freezer to take out an icepack, offering it to you for your forming bruises. You could only nod to him, your throat feeling sore from the amount of sobs you tried to keep in on your way over. 

“We broke up.” Tendou offered you a hug to try to make you feel better which you took with shaky breaths feeling your tears start up again. That night Tendou comforted you on his couch, putting on all kinds of movies you enjoyed to try to cheer you up. Even cracking up jokes to get you to smile, doing anything to get a positive reaction out of you. The next day he offered his spare room, that he used as storage, in his apartment for you to move in knowing that you probably didn’t want to go back to Toshi. The red head had been one of your closest friend since high school and there wasn’t anywhere else to go so you agreed. You still promised him that once you were able to get your shit together that you would find your own place and move out. He even offered to pick up your clothes and items and you accepted, too scared to face Toshi. 

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Tendou knocked on the door with a heavy hand, holding in his breath. He wasn’t sure what to think of his friend now. When he saw the forming bruises on your arms and when you told him about the fighting, he just couldn’t believe that he would let his anger go that far. The door opened, revealing a tensed looking Toshi. With the blank stare present on Tendou’s face it seemed obvious that he knew about what had gone down. 

“I’m here to get Y/n’s stuff.” Without a word, Toshi moved from the door allowing a space for Tendou to pass through. No one talked or even offered a glance to the other. It felt tense but Tendou was there for one thing only. He wasn't sure what to grab so he looked around confused until he noticed a familiar backpack you always used to carry around. He made sure to grab that and whatever clothes of yours he could find, he still didn’t have a clue and he felt even more pressured when Toshi was just in a corner, watching. 

“The drawer there, thats all of their stuff. I’ll get you a bigger bag.” Tendou looked over to where Toshi pointed to and nodded. He was back in a minute, handing the red head the bigger bag he mentioned. In a flash, most of the drawer was emptied out. All Tendou wanted was to leave but he checked over the room again, to see if he had missed anything by any chance. 

“All their shoes are in the closet.” He grabbed the bag that was starting to weigh with a huff and moved toward the closet. Opening it, he could make out which shoes were yours and which were Toshis. Grabbing two pairs at the time to hurry, he could still feel Toshi’s eyes on him.

Tendou stood up, waiting for more instructions but when none came his way and with bags in his hands, he made his way out without saying a word. Toshi could only watch, letting another important person in his life walk away. He felt himself become breathless, tears that he tried his hardest to hold back, prickling. All gone because he couldn’t be a better person to you but he knew it was all his fault and he just had to take the consequences seriously.  But still, he didn’t try to hold the cries when he realized that you had blocked him on everything. He didn’t try to look for you because he knew that it wouldn’t be fair to you, he had already put you through enough. That week you also cried your eyes out, you couldn’t even look at yourself in the mirror because your eyes would always linger on the bruises. You still loved him, he was your world for years and the sudden change hurt the both of you deeply. It was just time for the both of you to heal and move on, Toshi didn’t feel like doing either. He rather live with the pain, reminding himself that the only person who could understand him the best and love him even with his bold personality was just gone. 

The first few weeks was hell for the both of you, Toshi took most of the time to reflect on the horrible things he would say to you. Mostly he would channel all that anger he had into volleyball which was a good distraction for him but also the worst time to be thinking about you. It would only make him want to sit and cry his heart out. You would basically do the same thing, taking extra shifts at work and working harder than usual to keep your mind off him. But you could always feel the tears threatening to spill out if something ever reminded you of him. Tendou was a great friend, always around to cheer you up whenever those waves of sadness hit. From making you dinner to even putting up with the dumb movies you liked, he was there to help you heal. Sometimes you would ask him to check on Toshi but he would avoid the question most of the time. He was against you trying to reach out to your ex but you knew he was doing it for you, helping you heal. 

One night you couldn’t help but feel around your bed, hoping that it was all just a bad dream. You at least expected to feel that warmth you grew familiar to for years but instead all you could feel was your cold sheets. You silently cried in your bed welcoming the coldness. After years of being by his side constantly, you were finally alone and you weren’t sure how to react. Sure you had Tendou but it wasn't the same. He wasn’t Toshi, he wasn’t the one who would encourage you every day to do your best or who would greet you with his straight forward and awkward loving. Toshi was one of a kind and as much as you wished you could go back to fix things, you also felt like there was no return anymore. You’d do anything to be able to go back running straight into his arms and to be able to feel his warmth once again. Maybe in another life the both of you could reunite and be finally okay. 

‘If only’ you thought to yourself, turning on your side on your cold empty bed. The coldness was just something you were going to have to get used to for a while. Now that he was no longer around anymore. 

(not edited, reallly tired :( insomnia kicking my ass but im going to try to get some sleep because its really been a problem for me lately)

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loved ur iwa x reader fic! and even tho i love oikawa FUCK OIKAWA this guy was actually a douche but other than that, great story!!! ♡

omgg I love him too so I kind of had to make him like the bad person and it was a little hard :( but thank you I really appreciate it :D

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Liar, Liar, Pants on fire

pairings: Cheater!Oikawa X Reader, Iwaizumi X Reader

type: im not sure, first date??

word-count: 3.9k

warnings: cursing, mentions of cheating

A/N: I haven't been sleeping well so I’m reeeaaallly tired but here's something thats really bad written but I felt like I should post to not lose the habit so yea :////// I hope its ok, I could of definitely ended it better and maybe I’ll rewrite it one day but I just felt like finishing it in one night when while I’m my worst. Stuff at home have also not been at all pretty, lots of arguing that have nothing to do with me. oh im so tired :((( I really wish it was easy to sleep 

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You weren’t sure of what you were going to say or even do but the way Oikawa’s eyes widened and the way his hand pushed her off was enough to let you know he was being unfaithful. But your decision had been final on leaving him weeks ago. One might think you were jumping to conclusions but when you noticed them walking together, hand in hand for the last couple of minutes it was enough to let you know what was going on. Not only that but not only were they giggling to each other, sharing loving pecks but just the way the both were standing so close told so much about their relationship. Iwaizumi was also kind enough to let you know a while ago, he knew telling you would be like betraying his best friend but he couldn’t hold back knowing that it was all wrong. To be honest, you couldn’t help but feel relief about the cheating taking Iwaizumi by surprise. You were thinking of ways to lay it on Oikawa, trying to figure out ways to end things with the setter but none of it ever felt right. 

“How long has he been… you know?” Iwaizumi sighed, shifting on the bench you both shared. 

“I don’t know. I figured it out just a week ago, thought I’d tell you before it could go any longer.” He looked over at you, it was obvious he cared about you. He has always cared about you, thats what friends do. Care for each other. Though, some people could say he cared a little bit too much. 

“Thank you…it’s ok. I’ll talk to him, stuff happens.” You shrugged your shoulders but Iwaizumi sat in silence, waiting. He was waiting to comfort you if you cried, or even hold you if all you needed was just a hug. That’s how he always received you, with open arms and a shoulder to cry on. 

“Why aren’t you upset? Don’t tell me you’re going to forgive that shit for brains boyfriend of yours. Please, You deserve way better.” His hand went to grab yours and you let his warmth come in contact with your own freezing hand. Iwaizumi’s grip on your hand never easing, begging you with his touch to not go back to his best friend.

“God, no. It’s just… you know how sometimes you lose feelings for someone and you can’t really explain it. Don’t get me wrong, sure it hurts and I still care deeply for him but romantically. Romantically my feelings changed, Iwa.” 

“It’s not what it looks like.” Oikawa grinned, trying to save face, he took long strides towards you. You frowned, shaking your head at him making him stop on his tracks. “I know what it is. Just don’t make a scene, please. We can talk later.” He was confused, maybe even a little mad that you had asked him to not make a scene. He could only watch you walk away as his other girlfriend stood a few feet away, waiting until the coast was clear. The way she grabbed onto his arm to take his attention away made his stomach twist. Oikawa couldn’t help but feel sick, the wave of nausea hitting him harder and harder each step you took away from him. “I’m gonna go home, I’ll call you later.” She looked at him confused, not wanting to leave him just yet. Especially not now when he’s feeling so vulnerable after seeing you. 

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It had been a week after Oikawa had been caught with his second girlfriend by you and just a few days after having a talk with him. The both of you were mature about it, talking through your problems and even forgiving him but breaking up in the process. You still shared the same friends, the same class, and the same best friend. Iwaizumi thanked you mentally for not  saying anything to Oikawa about him coming to you and letting you know about his unfaithfulness. The three of you still tried to at least save the friendship, even if it felt pretty awkward to Oikawa. He couldn’t help but just feel like there was something wrong, the way you dismissed it all, it almost felt like you were eager to break up with him. Eager to get away from him so fast. 

Your laugh took him out of his train of thoughts, he looked over to you sitting next to a sweating Iwaizumi. His own sweat rolled down his back. You would always stay back during their practice, thats how close the three of you were.

Lately it seemed like you were only close to one of them though. He couldn’t blame you, he practically ruined all sorts of relationships with you. Even his own friend had way more courage to call him out on his bullshit. The way you reacted towards the cheating, it just didn’t make him feel good. At all. Was he being an asshole if he expected you to at least cry, maybe yell at him or even try to argue? ‘Just don’t make a scene, please’ maybe he did want to make a scene. He couldn’t do that to you, right? Unfortunately, word got out own how the relationship ended and it was already enough humiliation for the both of you. Making a scene would just make it all types of worse. 

Oikawa made it towards where the both of you sat, his cocky grin on display. It faltered once he took in the conversation between his best friend and ex-girlfriend. “I’ll walk you home then.” Iwaizumi said, pinching the skin on your elbow making you swat his hand away with a giggle. Walking home was usually Oikawa’s doing, especially while he was your boyfriend. So why now were you asking Iwaizumi, or did he offer? 

The conversation died down once he took his seat next to his best friend without saying a word. It almost felt like you guys were purposely excluding him from your guys conversation or even keeping secrets with each other. He couldn’t help but feel paranoid by the way you both acted alone and around him. Even though he had no right to feel jealous, he just couldn’t help himself. 

“You’re walking her home? I thought we were going to hangout after practice.” Oikawa frowned towards his friend, making him tense in his seat. “Sorry, it just gets really dark nowadays. I can’t have her walking home alone.” 

He smiled, letting his own personal feelings get the best of him. “I’ll come with you guys then!” 

And it went on like that for a while. Always including himself and sometimes even receiving annoyed looks from his own best friend. Oikawa wasn’t dumb, he knew there was at least a little something happening with the both of you but he was in no place to say anything. Or at least thats how Iwaizumi thought of it. Trying to get close to your best friends ex-girlfriend sounds horrible but when he cheats on her, it cancels out the horribleness of it, right? The only way Iwaizumi could get closer to you without Oikawa butting in was with late night talks. It was something the both of you looked forward to. Sometimes he’d be way too tired to keep up conversation but he would fight through it for you.  

“So, what do you say? Do you want to?” Iwaizumi asked, laying on his back. He held his phone up to his ear while he used his other hand to rub his neck, massaging out a sore area from practice. 

You giggled nervously, laying on your back as well on your bed and staring up at your ceiling. Your heart thumping against your ribcage almost as if it would jump out. He made you nervous, but a good nervous. The type of feelings you once had for Oikawa, but a little more stronger, and a whole lot more honest. “I’d love to.” 

It sounded as if something fell through the phone, probably something he had hanging up that didn’t hold on anymore but instead it was a very excited Iwaizumi who had rushed off of their bed, and accidentally kicking his nightstand sending his clock flying off in the process. He hissed at the pain he felt on his foot but also silently cheered hearing you agree to his date for the upcoming weekend. “Are you okay?” You giggled again making him blush. “Yea, sorry. I just got a little too excited.” Again with the butterflies, you smiled. 

“Be careful, I want you in one piece for when we finally go out.” He blushed even harder at your words, you really did have a strong affect on him. Iwaizumi’s phone started to vibrate from an incoming call, he pulled his phone from his ear and mumbling a quick ‘give me a second’ to you as he went to go check the caller id. 

He frowned, Oikawa. 

“Can I call you back? Oikawa’s calling me right now…” The brunette could hear you sigh. Oikawa seemed to have a sixth sense for whenever Iwaizumi tried to spend some time with you alone, even through a phone call.  

“Ok, be safe and goodni-“ 

“No, I changed my mind. He can wait, I rather talk to you.” Iwaizumi said, cutting you off. If only he could see you now, a smile on your face and blushing. The conversation continued on even when Oikawa wouldn’t quit on calling but all Iwaizumi could do was send him to voicemail. Six times to voicemail and he still couldn’t get the hint that he was busy. But he was too focused on you to care about what Oikawa was so desperate to talk to him about. 

He couldn’t help but feel happy whenever you would talk about your day even though he had mostly spent half of it with you. Even more happy when you kept reminding him about the date and trying your best to get information out of him on where he was going to take you. You felt warmth in your chest when you got to hear him stammer with his own words whenever you knew you made him nervous with your questions. 

“Is he still calling you? Maybe you should answer him.” It could have been an emergency or maybe it was just him being annoying Iwaizumi thought, but he knew he should at least see what was wrong. 

“Yea, I will. I’m sorry, I’ll see you tomorrow?” He sighed, still not ready to let go of the lovely conversation the both of you were having. 

“Yes. Goodnight, I hope you sleep well. ” You gave him a final giggle before ending the call making his heart thump just a little harder. 

Iwaizumi slumped on his bed with a groan, dialing Oikawa to check up on him. It didn’t take long for him to pick up, two rings and he could already hear the sigh of relief leave his best friend. “Iwaaa~, you had me so worried. What was so important that kept you away from me for so long? Hmm?” He couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty, he could’ve of at least sent him a message about how he wouldn’t be able to answer the phone for a while. Or was the guilt from spending the last two or so hours talking to his best friends ex-girlfriend and asking her on a date. 

“Sorry, got caught up with something. What’s up?” He looked over to his nightstand to check the time on his clock but soon realized it was on the floor. The memory coming back and making him smile. 

“Oh nothing, I was just wondering…you wouldn’t lie to me right?” And the pleasure was over, he tensed hearing the question but why? It’s not as if you were cheating on Oikawa when in reality it was him who did the cheating. 

“Of course not. What are you thinking so much about thats got you asking stuff like that?” Oikawa sighed, biting his lip and staring off to his ceiling. 

“Does she ever say anything about me? I know the both of you are close so I’m just wondering. She wasn’t even crying when she saw me with (gf name), do you know what she told me that night? ‘don’t make a scene’. Can you believe that?” Iwaizumi furrowed his brows, bothered by the way his friend was acting so childishly. Why was he so determined to see you hurt, was he that desperate to make you cry? 

“Oikawa, just drop it. You cheated, you’re the bad guy in this situation and you still ended up with the girl you cheated on your own girlfriend with! Has it ever crossed your mind that maybe the reason why she wasn’t so hurt by it was because she was already over you?” Seconds passed of pure silence. The only thing Iwaizumi could hear was his friends steady breathing. His brow twitched anxiously, awaiting for an answer. “Did she tell you that?” He rolled his eyes, gripping his phone. 

“She didn’t have to.” He mumbled making him receive a scoff from Oikawa. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Oikawa grumbled, annoyed at his unsupportive friend but again, he was just asking for too much from him.  

“It means that you should really be thankful that she values your friendship that she overlooked you cheating on her and that you should really just drop it. Please.” Silence again. He reached over towards where his clock was at on the ground, picking it up and placing it back on his nightstand. “I guess you’re right. I just can’t help but wonder. She was my girlfriend for a while, the least she could do is cry a little.” 

“Why are you such a dick?” Oikawa choked on his spit, getting caught off guard by the question. 

“Excuse me? Iwa, where’s this behavior coming from… did she actually cry? Like only with you?” Iwaizumi huffed in annoyance, the red button tempting him to end the call. 

“I don’t know, I’m just really tired from practice. See you tomorrow, k?” 

“But Iwa-“ And with that he ended the call, readying himself for bed and to face Oikawa tomorrow. But he smiled, thinking about how he was going to see you too. The way you were able to flip his whole mood and instantly put a smile on him, he really did like you. Iwaizumi looked down to his vibrating phone, it was Oikawa again. The guilt came back, it wasn’t for hanging up on him but more on always crushing on his best friends ex girlfriend.

Oikawa groaned into his pillow, frustrated and feeling as if both of his closest friends were shutting him. He didn’t know who else to go to or ask. You weren’t exactly friends with anyone, you kept your circle small and usually never vented to anyone but Iwaizumi. The vibration he felt on his bed made him snatch his phone with an unexplainable speed, hoping it was you or even Iwa with some answers. Instead it was his girlfriend wishing him a goodnight but Oikawa didn’t even bother to read the whole message. 

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It was Sunday and Iwaizumi was still in the shower after getting in just about an hour ago. The date wouldn’t be until later in the evening and it was only morning but his anxiety ended up getting to him. Urging him to start getting ready at such early hours. You couldn’t help but do the same thing, thrashing your room and scattering clothes everywhere that you pulled from your closet while trying to find the best outfit for Iwaizumi. 

He could hear his phone buzzing again making him pull the curtain back slightly to check the caller id. It was Oikawa again but too bad Iwaizumi was too busy scrubbing his body clean for the fifth time. Anyways, it was Sunday and just around eleven in the morning, he would understand if Iwaizumi just said he slept in and missed his calls. But the buzzing wouldn’t stop, Iwa grumbled while turning the water off and hearing his own mom knocking on the door, asking him if he was okay. 

Iwa was quick to dry himself, he sat on his bed watching the clock on his nightstand. Why was time going by so slow? Normally he was a patient man but he was just way too eager to hangout with you. He’d do anything to make time speed up just a little. For you, you wished you had gotten up earlier. You still couldn’t decide on what to wear, your room a whole mess and you still hadn’t showered. Until when you finally decided on something simple, nothing that wasn’t too much nor too relaxed. But you couldn’t help but frown, Iwa never gave you a hint on where he was going to take you or even told you if it was going to be cold or not. With a groan, you neatly folded your outfit and put it on a spot on your bed before practically running to the bathroom to shower even though you still had over five hours to get ready. 

He slowly dressed to be able to pass some time starting with his socks, and so on with a pair of fresh gym shorts and black t-shirt. Iwa decided on wearing casual clothing and not his chosen outfit until it was time for him to go so there wouldn’t be a way for him to get it dirty in away way and ruin it. Glancing at the clock, he laid on his bed. It was just around noon, almost hitting one. With a sigh, he picked up his phone and scrolling through his socials to pass time. He turned on his tv and let it run as background noise to keep him at least a bit distracted. Not before putting an alarm for an hour before walking to your house so he could properly get dressed.

You huffed trying to get your eyeliner done, even just the minimum to at least show him that you were trying. With a steady hand you were able to complete the left eye. Smiling, you looked at yourself in the mirror. ‘Ok, I think it looks okay-ish enough’ you though to yourself, looking down to your phone and seeing the time being four, almost time for your date with Iwaizumi. The pink chapstick stained your lips just a tad bit while it worked as a hydrator as well, just a little something you wanted to add. Your phone vibrated with a notification, it was Iwaizumi. You couldn’t help the smile that the name on the screen brought to your face. The tip of your finger swiped the notification and reading it to yourself out loud. “Hi, If you're by any chance ready would it be ok to go pick you up now? No pressure xx.” You weren’t the only one eager, it helped you feel more at ease. Your fingers typing up a response were unfortunately interrupted from another message notification, this time from Oikawa but you simply ignored it, not even bothering to read what he had to say, much more focused on going on your first date with Iwaizumi. 

Hearing you giggle made Iwaizumi’s cheeks tint to a shade of light pink, he was outside your door and holding a bouquet of flowers that unintentionally matched with your outfit. It was simply pure kismet. “Are those for me?” He couldn’t ignore the sparkling look in your eyes when you asked so he just smiled, handing them to you. “Pretty flowers for a pretty girl.” It was now your turn for your cheeks to flush at his compliment. You happily accepted them, excusing yourself for a minute to place them in an empty vase and then returning to him, closing the door behind you in the process. 

The both of you walked hand in hand toward a small coffee shop that the both of you were familiar with. “I still have somewhere else I wanna take you, not just for coffee.” He said with a smile and a squeeze to your hand. 

“Ohh where else then?” You pressed, trying to get it out him. 

“It’s a surprise, don’t worry about it.” Iwa looked over to you the smile still standing proudly on his face. Just happy to be with you after so long. 

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You couldn’t help but smile, finally seeing to where he was taking you. It was the most recent restaurant that had opened up in your area, he was taking you out to dinner. Perfect timing as well, you did start to feel a little hungry after the small cup of coffee you had just about an hour ago. “I know it’s not much but I know how much you like Italian and well-“ You quickly cut him off with a kiss on the cheek making him look down at you in surprise. He felt the warmth in his chest start up again, you were just too cute. 

“Going anywhere to eat with you is already a perfect date, but the Italian food is for sure a plus.” Still having his hand in yours, you made sure to keep walking even while he still was a little shocked from the peck on the cheek. You giggled, pulling him closer to you by the hand. “What? Want another one?” Iwaizumi only nodded but this time taking charge as he gently placed his free hand on your cheek and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. He couldn’t help the smile that broke out on his face, contagious enough to cause you to smile too. You teasingly let your wet tongue swipe against his bottom lip making him pull away with a furious blush. 

“Easy now.” Iwa mumbled, readjusting his posture and scanning the not-so-busy street to see if any creep had been lingering for too long. Just something to distract him from his first kiss with you because he was sure that he wouldn’t be able to hold back on the kissing if you tried the tongue trick again.

You laughed at his words but continued on into the restaurant. A very warm atmosphere came over the both of you, you really did enjoy his company. He made you happy, the way he holds your hand and the way he would look into your eye. It was definitely worth it to wait for the weekend. Iwaizumi thought so too, he would make it his personal goal to show just how much he cared about you and to do way better than Oikawa ever could. Even though that was his closest friend, he still could not let it slide on how trashy he was for being a cheater. The both of you were greeted by a wonderful waiter, following quickly behind them to the table nearest to a corner, somewhere more secluded but not so much. 

Dinner passed by fast but neither of you could bring up what the both of you were dreading, the end of the date. Instead you kept him distracted with memories you shared with him from school, making him smile every time you would get way into detail. He loved hearing you talk about certain memories you had of him, things he had kept to himself thinking that no one would remember and that surprised him when you had a perfect memory. The guilty feeling in him slowly dying out with every little conversation you had with him. But it soon returned when he received a message notification from Oikawa. 

‘How’s the date with (Y/n)? I thought you said you wouldn’t lie to me, Iwa…”

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not sure what to write :0 stuff at home have been a little rough so its been taking away most of my attention sooo :(((

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Trying my best to exist just for you

pairings: reader x Levi

type: angst, fluff

word-count: 2.1k

warnings: cursing, mentions of a dislocated hip, mention of blood, death

A/N: I’m honestly so sleepy right now but really felt like finishing this so I hope its good enough :( my English isn't the best but Im trying also I really don't know what to title this just I’m gonna use a Lorde lyric lmao

Levi looked around anxiously, trying to get any piece of you into view. Even if it was your hair, or your shoulder, just something to ease him. Seconds passed and you still were no where in sight and it drove him absolutely crazy. Erwin passing by quickly and purposely not making eye contact with Levi pissed him off but it made him even more anxious. He was good at not showing it though but his eyes told a different story. ‘Where the fuck are you?’ Levi thought to himself, anxiously waiting seeing the group that had gone out earlier this week pass through, everyone was exhausted but civilians cheered. It was still not enough to lift up the spirits and Levi knew exactly what those looks were of. He tried his best to put the negative thoughts away, not waning to imagine someone telling him that you were gone. Just the thought of it made his chest tighten and his throat run dry. That’s when he saw the crate pulling in those who were hurt and another one following behind that carried those who didn’t make it but whose body were recovered. Hange could feel their friend tense at the sight of both carts occupied, they looked around with concern trying to see if you were in either of them.

The sigh that left their lips once they saw you were in the injured crate was enough to relief them from worry but to Levi it still felt like a stab to the chest. It hurt him seeing you there, bleeding but still trying your best to attend the wounds of others. “Make space!” Someone in the crowd yelled, rushing and trying to get those who were injured to the infirmary. Levi was quick on his feet, following behind trying to get to you. Earlier this week, Erwin had decided to pull you from Levi’s squad to join him for a quick expedition that was suppose to last much longer than four days but shit hit the fan. Everything was rushed, too much had blown up in your guys face and you couldn’t help but feel guilty for not doing enough. You had been one of the first ones to end up harmed, the titan sending you flying with a swat of his hand catching you off guard and immediately disabling you from being able to defend your squad. Some squad members quickly came to your aid but only resulting in fatality. That’s when you really let out a sob, seeing your friends die in front of you because they were trying to protect you. But you didn’t give up there, your left leg barely functioning and with tears in your eyes, you tried your best to get away. To try to avenge your friends but you were quickly swept off your feet by another squad member barely giving you the chance to catch your breath. 

Memories came flooding back and you tried your best to hold in your cries, trying to get others into the beds. You ignored your own pain and Levi’s calls to settle down. “Hey.” He said with a stern voice, reaching out to you but you were too busy helping the medic even when they were telling you they had it in control. “Please listen to me.” He pleaded and you complied, facing him with wet tears running down your face and dried blood taking up space of the face Levi adored so much. It pained him, he couldn’t handle seeing you like this. The way you winced while limping and the blood that came rushing from your leg that was most likely broken. Levi carefully swept you up and rushed towards an empty bed with a medic following behind. The tears wouldn’t stop coming, the guilt hurting more than your whole leg being dislocated. Your hand reached out for Levi’s which he gladly took, he brought it up to his cheek letting your cold hand graze his warm cheek. Those four days felt like hell to him but seeing you in pain and bleeding on the bed was on a whole different level. Oh how he wished he could take the pain away from you and let himself go through it instead, he just couldn’t see you like this anymore. It was obvious he was concerned, his emotions that he tried so hard to never show finally being put on display.

Hours passed and it was midnight all of a sudden and after many medics who had tried their best to help you, they finally came to the conclusion that you had dislocated your hip. The crying also stopped but you couldn’t help but feel numb, the only area in your body that was radiating heat came from your leg and from your swollen hip. Levi never left your side, still holding your hand and even cleaning up the blood from your body. Erwin walked in, catching everyone’s attention and to check up on the wounded. He would visit every two hours, the glares Levi would send his way made everyone in the infirmary uncomfortable. Levi was beyond piss, mad that he had taken you instead of him and mad that you had ended up hurt. “Levi, please.” You whispered to him, squeezing his hand trying to ease his anger. The black haired man listened though, his main goal being to keep you comfortable and to distract you from your pain. Erwin went to talk to you, asking how you were feeling but Levi continued to stare him down. This was something that he was not going to let go of so easily. 

It was night now, probably early morning and Levi still hasn’t left your side, sleeping on the chair that was next to your bed. Everyone else was sound asleep but you just couldn’t. You couldn’t sleep because of the pain but because of how it all went down. It just didn’t sit right with you and it was weighing you down. Your thoughts were much more louder than whatever was chirping outside of the infirmary. “Please sleep.” You looked over to see him with his eyes closed and his arms crossed, looking as if he was sleeping but not exactly. “I can’t.” A shaky breath left your lips, the events playing in loop. “Levi,” You brought your hands up to your eyes. “I have never felt so useless.” Hot tears ran down your face while you tried your best to express yourself to Levi with a gentle voice not wanting to disturb the other people in the room. He opened his eyes, looking into yours with his own pain. “I know you’re hurting but please, I want you to sleep.” But you didn’t argue, the sudden wave of tiredness and painkillers knocking you out. 

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It’s been a week and you were finally discharged from the infirmary but ordered to be put on bed rest for the rest of the month until your next check up. Levi practically made himself your own personal nurse without you even asking, he would remind you about your medicine, not only that but he was also bringing you food, helping you stand and helping you with your daily tasks. Sometimes his overprotectiveness would clash with your need of being independent but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Lack of mobility made itself its daily reminder of what had happened and there was no escaping it. It made a huge impact and Levi took notice. You weren’t the only one affected, Levi was also pretty shaken up thinking he had lost you but that was the risk for serving in the Survey Corps and the both of you knew that. You sat up on the bed, wincing at the piercing pain on your hip that you still haven’t gotten used to. The thought about not being able to fully heal pained you. If it healed improperly there was no doubt that you would be stuck with a limp and then no longer needed in the Survey Corps. 

The sudden creak of the door opening caught your attention. A solid Levi walked in, the first few buttons of his white uniform shirt unbuttoned. His eyes met yours but quickly changed in appearance, burrowing his brows at you. “You shouldn’t be sitting.” You rolled your eyes, slowly getting off of the bed putting your good foot down first. “Welcome home, honey.” Levi rushed over to you, very against you trying to stand. “For fuck’s sake, please just lay in bed.” He swept you up and gently placed you back on the mattress of your shared bed, ruining your progress. You grabbed onto the collar of his shirt and pulled him down for a quick peck taking him by surprise. Levi gave you a small smile but quickly dismissed it, standing up and walking away to change out of his uniform. “Levi?” You questioned, sitting up on the bed again even though you shouldn’t, making him roll his eyes. “What if…” You could feel your tears start up but bit your tongue, trying your best to hold them back. “What if I never properly heal and I’m ordered to back down from serving in the Survey Corps?” 

Levi glanced over to you, he noticed that it had been a thought thats been gnawing at you all day. Even he wasn’t sure how to answer that, he made it look like he was more focused on changing. Just thinking about it made you burst out crying, everything you worked so hard for thrown away just like that. The way you tried your hardest to control your crying but you knew you couldn’t keep it in any more, it really did hurt Levi seeing you like this. He threw on a shirt and made it all the way over to you in a blink of an eye. Without thinking about it he dropped to his knees in front of you, taking in your hands. You could feel how his slightly trembled in your hold and you couldn’t help but scowl. 

“You have no idea on how I felt when everyone else walked through that gate except you.” He gripped your hands even tighter, staring into your own glossy orbs. “I am so so so fucking happy having you here with me right now. If I had to choose, I would pick this one hundred times over than you never returning to me. You risked your life out there and managed to come back alive and you’re still thinking about going out there again, that takes balls and I think if it ever comes down to it and you’re ordered to back down then that would be the dumbest thing that this military has ever done to turn away someone like you.” You couldn’t help but cry a little more, his reassuring words and warm touch making you more into an emotional mess. 

“Levi, I was scared. I thought it was over for me, it all happened so quickly but you’re right. I rather have this a hundred times over than never coming home to you. I thought about, about how it could have been to grow old with you and about if you would still be there for me after so many years. The only thing that went through my mind during those few seconds was you—“ The sob that you barely managed out burned your throat from how strongly your emotions were at the the moment.This has probably been one of the first times Levi has ever seen you completely breakdown besides that day when you returned. You talking about how the only things you were thinking about was him during what you thought would be your final moments of life made his own eyes water. 

He cupped your face, feeling his hands become wet from the tears that kept racing down your face. His own tearful eyes looking into yours, both completely vulnerable to each other and showing each others fears. “Let’s do it.” Levi said out of nowhere, confusing you. “Do what?” The both of you never breaking eye contact, his touch still making an influence on your rosy cheeks. “Let’s get married.” You gave a small raspy laugh but they way he never broke character made you think that maybe he was being honest.“I’m dead serious. Tonight, tomorrow, in a week, whenever you want but only if it’s with me.”  You studied his eyes, marriage has never been brought up before so for this proposal to pop out of nowhere, it really was a surprise to you. With a nod and loving eyes you ran your hand through his black hair. Levi inched closer, sealing the deal with a kiss. That was all he needed, even if your hip was never going to heal completely and you had to walk with a limp for the rest of your life he would still love you, no matter what. 

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Being romantically involved with Ryan Howard would include...

- being kind of together but also not 

- really complicated but you both made it work 

- sometimes you even got it mixed up but you weren't complaining 

- to you it seemed fun, something to pass the time 

- Ryan disliking whenever Michael would step out of line with the inappropriate jokes that sometimes would include you 

- Pam being one of your close friends in the office and helping you out with your problems 

- Ryan constantly sending you mixed signals 

- one day acting sweet and pampering you with love and words of encouragement and other days acting as if any sort of thing that slipped out of your mouth was dragging him down 

- you weren't really sure what to except 

- learning on how to keep it professional at work 

- even though sometimes he would try to get in a bum squeeze here and there or maybe even a peck on the lips when no one was near 

- also Ryan trying to work on his commitment issues because he really does enjoy being around you but never communicating with you about it 

- him kind of leaving you in the dark at times and never telling you what was on his mind 

- he really did struggle with expressing himself 

- later Ryan taking the job in corporate and moving to New York with a real shitty goodbye but you weren't complaining 

- you had fun while it lasted 

- Ryan popping up for the meetings he was running to present his new website

- not having hard feelings about what happened and respectfully acknowledging each other  

- him seeing how close you've gotten with Jim which he didn't like at all

- Ryan trying to make Jim’s life harder and even getting kind of bold with him 

- Jim clearly frustrated with Ryan’s douchey attitude 

- but it was clear to Jim that it was Ryan’s way of telling him to back off

- the confidence that came with the job was really pushing Ryan 

- once the meeting ended about his website, he would then hold you back before you could go

- asking you out to dinner now that he was able to afford a nice restaurant to take you in 

- you kindly declining, telling him you didn't think it was professional for a Dunder Mifflin worker to go out with someone from corporate 

- him trying to convince you, saying it was nothing like that but more as old friends catching up 

- which you finally agreed to as long as it meant not having to pay 

- dinner ending with both of you in your bedroom, under the bedsheets like old times 

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can u do a Draco hc with a partner who’s love language is words of affirmation? 🥺 your one with physical touch was so good!

hi :) yes, just posted it, I hope its okay enough :D enjoy!!

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Draco with a significant other who's love language is words of affirmation...

- Draco never really got complimented before or at least had someone close to him, saying words of encouragement to do better 

- maybe sometimes at home but it was when he would do things he didn't want to do

- his father was very hard to please 

- or sometimes he would receive compliments from his professors, then he really did feel pride in himself 

- he loved the praise 

- the first time he ever hear you say you were proud of him, it really wasn't what he expected 

- but again, Draco is a sucker for praise 

- so when your love language was always giving him praise and words of affirmation it really put a smile on his face 

- “I know you're going to do so good in potions today, Draco.” 

- every morning before class you'd let him know how well he was doing or how proud you were of him and he loved every minute of it 

- sometimes even holding his hand and giving him a squeeze before parting ways

- whenever he knew he did an outstanding job on his graded work, he made sure to show you every time 

- “I’m so proud of you, you know that right?” 

- he wold nod, trying to hide the smile forming on his face from you 

- sometimes things would get rough with Draco and his life at home

- so he would come to you, wanting to hear you say pretty things to him 

- “You’re amazing, Draco. You make me feel loved, and appreciated. You do an amazing job at making me feel all these things. I just want you to know that I’m always here for you.”

- and you were, he loved that about you that you were able to keep your promises to him 

- the way he got excited seeing you after class or when you both finally got to spend time together 

- leaving him letters in between his books for him to find 

- most of the letters telling him to have a good day, and that you loved him 

- Draco wasn't that good with expressing himself but with you he tried his best 

- and you always made sure to express your appreciation for his trying

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Draco with a significant other who's love language is touch...

- at first he wasn't exactly ok with how you would act in public 

- the way you would greet him by putting your hand on his shoulder and sliding down his arm 

- it would throw him off on how much you just had to hold him or be near him 

- always trying to hold his hand or trying to hug him out of nowhere 

- sometimes even surprising him by hugging him from the back

- but you understood on how much it would make him uncomfortable from the constant touching and backed off until he was ready  

- Draco wasn't really used to so much touch so it was awkward for him but you tried your best to comfort him about it 

- sometimes during class when you guys would sit next to each other you would reach out to him, offering your hand 

- he accepted it, squeezing every once in a while 

- the platinum blonde would never admit it to your face but he really enjoyed how touchy you were

- holding hands under tables soon became a frequent thing between the two of you 

- you enjoyed every little moment you had with him like that and he did too

- he was still that cocky little bastard, tormenting people from other houses but for you, he had that soft spot that came with its perks 

- behind closed doors it was different 

- in his dorm, the both of you would lay with each other, mimicking each others breathing and feeling his warmth radiate to your body

- he enjoyed being the bigger spoon but after so much of your begging he would finally agree to being the smaller spoon 

- Draco enjoyed being held by you so much that it made him emotional 

- he’d turn away from you, trying to hide his glossy eyes from your view 

- it saddened you seeing him hurt 

- you would rub his shoulder, telling him how much you cared about him through your touch 

- he would try his best to sink into your touch more, appreciating your patience 

- the way he was so touch starved and how your love language was through touching, it really did change his world 

- soon he got used to your touch and would sometimes in public sling his arm over your shoulder 

- going from side hugs, to holding hands without hiding, and then to him kissing your forehead was huge steps to your guys relationship

- seeing him more comfortable made you happy, all you wanted was for him to feel loved and you were able to show him that 

- even if he got teased about it from his friends, he was quick to shut them up 

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Being friends with Jim Halpert would include…

- inside jokes all day 

- both working together and pulling pranks on Dwight 

- “Michael!” 

- eye contact with each other whenever something awkward happened in the office 

- being best friends and probably the most normal ones in the office 

- having a desk near him and Dwight 

- dealing with Michael's awful but rather entertaining meetings 

- sitting next to each other during the meetings 

- also dealing with Andy’s constant singing 

- blowing off work with Jim 

- just messing around and trying to find ways to mess with Dwight 

- carpooling!

- begging him for a copy of the photo of him and Dwight when they went on their first sales call 

- teasing him about his hair 

- Pam also being one of your comfort people at work and another one of your closest friends

- having to deal with Angela judging you every minute of your life 

- but Jim was there for you whenever things got rough 

- Kelly being one of the other people in the office that you got along with 

- but also Kelly being responsible for spreading rumors about you and Jim 

- hanging out with Jim outside work and sometimes even on weekends 

- his roommates enjoying your company 

- dealing with Michael’s inappropriate jokes about you 

- “Oh god, Michael no.” 

- not being the best salesman but also not the worst 

- getting closer and closer to Jim

- forming feelings for him but not saying anything, afraid of ruining the friendship 

- him also forming feelings for you 

- Jim letting it slip out to Michael about his crush on you 

- Michael telling everyone during one of the conference room meetings about Jim liking you 

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it’ll get better

pairings: reader X whoever you want it to be

type: angst 

word-count: 2.7k

warnings: cursing, angst, bad marriage 

A/N: wrote this after seeing my mom go through her third divorce in under a decade, also I’m kind of new to this whole writing thing but I found it relaxing so why not 

Marriage is not always easy, you could ask anyone who had been married and they would most likely agree. Of course, the both of you knew it wasn’t going to be easy at all. If your relationship was already rocky from the beginning then it obviously wouldn’t be smooth during marriage. You kept telling yourself, ‘it'll get better.’. Repeating it non-stop even when you would go to bed. The nights he would come home after work without even saying a word, you felt like a wall to him. Just invisible but you thought to yourself, ‘it’ll get better.’. And some days, it felt like it would. Some days he was that loving man you met that day in your local library. It started with stolen glances, you were way too shy to say anything to him. He was delightful to look at, a handsome man with a sweet look in his eyes whenever he smiled. It took weeks for either one of you to say anything, of course the first move was done by him after days of reading near each other, he couldn’t ignore the energy that radiated off you. Maybe that energy he saw in you once had run out, it made you sad thinking that the love he probably had for you was no longer there. That was the thing about him, when you shared your worries with him he was convincing, letting you know that it would be okay, that it would get better. 

When he first started working extra hours of course it made you sad, thoughts gnawing you, thinking to yourself that he was probably trying to get away from you. ‘For our future, babe. What if one day we have kids and need the extra money?’ In a way he was right, but kids? Oh, of course you wanted children! He was actually the only one who felt awkward about the subject, talking about having kids always made him nervous or as he would put it ‘We’re still young, I doubt we’ll have any soon’, it made you question his true intentions. But you tried your best to make him comfortable, dropping the subject and never bringing it up unless he would which was never. Some mornings he would wake you up with a hand around your waist, pulling you closer into his chest feeling his breath tickle the nape of your neck making you sigh in content. ‘Maybe he still loved me.’ And some mornings, you awoke to an empty bed, it seemed like he didn’t have time to say a goodbye. Confused by the mixed signals he would send, you continued to tell yourself, ‘it'll get better.’. 

The day he left for work without his wedding ring you brushed it off, thinking he probably was in a rush. It happened again a few times until he had given up on picking up the silver ring that weighed him down. You were quick to notice and it absolutely pained you. There were days he would hug you from the back while you stood in front of the bookshelf you guys had in the hallway, trying to read the spines of the many books you had collected throughout your relationship together but the tears in your eyes blurred you vision. The burning in your eyes and the aching in the pit of your stomach, you felt horrible all-over. He would ask you why you were upset, it hurt him hearing your small cries and it hurt him even more knowing that he was the cause of your pain. Maybe it was selfish of him, only showing he cared when he knew he was responsible. Maybe if he played his role as the husband better then it would make him less of the bad guy. “Please, don’t cry. It’ll get better.” 

It was December, Christmas Eve to be exact and his mother expected the both of you to make it for dinner. The drive was only three hours, nothing huge but the thought of being with him in the same car for three hours made you nervous. It’s probably been weeks that you haven’t been in the same room as him for more than three hours other than sleeping. You brought a book and earphones to distract you, not ready for confrontation. Before you could even get in the car he already had music playing, not too low nor too high but enough to block out any form of conversation from happening. This time you weren’t sad but angered but again, always the pacifist in the relationship you decided to ignore it. Glad to have the earphones in hand to block out the music he chose. It was pathetic, like two kids arguing and giving each other the silent treatment. You couldn’t help but notice that he decided to wear his wedding ring that day. Biting your tongue, you tried your best from asking him, why, trying not to sour the mood that was already so depressing. 

The mood shifted once he parked in front of his moms house, with a sigh he lowered the music. He starred at the stirring wheel for what felt like hours but was only minutes. Sighing again, he planted a smile on his face and turned to look at you. “Ready?” You felt your eyebrow tick, the nerves getting to you and his coldness just making it worse. With a nod, you continued on not meeting his eye but instead desperate to reach for fresh air. The wave of fresh air after opening the car door calmed you. You’ve met his family before, this wouldn’t be any different so why were you feeling like this. Well, it would be different to spend this dinner while the both of you failed to communicate with each other. You both walked toward the front door, his hand grazed yours as you walked making you cough out and cross you arms. 

Dinner wasn’t as awkward as you thought it would be, he tried his best to talk to you and to make you comfortable which you appreciated but it reminded you again on how selfish he was. He didn’t want to be seen as the bad guy, not in front of his family so he played his role well. His older sister sat next to you, whispering to you gossip from her work place. Thankful that she was there to distract you from her horrible brother. “So, how’s it been at home? I hope he’s treating you well.” You didn’t need to look over to him to know he was side eyeing you guys, as if to keep you on track on the show you guys were putting on. “It’s been great actually! He’s been nothing but a gentlemen. Sure, some things have gotten rough but that’s marriage, right? It’ll get better.” The smile on your face hurting the corners of your lips, it’s been so long since you’ve smiled like this, even if it was false. It was a clear sign for help, a sign that your relationship has been nothing these past seven months. But she wasn’t able to catch on, she only smiled in approval. 

January rolled by and nothing has changed much except that you had started a new job only without letting him know. He wasn’t at home that much so he wouldn’t notice your absence. And, starting a job isn’t a horrible thing but you still didn’t know how to feel about the tingling feeling in your chest, scared of being yelled at. The new job was simple, nothing too hard or too basic either. You’d be starting as a part time librarian at a local university. Why not surround yourself with the things that relax you, right? You dressed for the job and made your way to start a new chapter in your life. Sure, you’ve had others job before but when you married, he had wanted to take care of you and keep you at home. He ignored your pleas to let you find a job, soon you stopped asking and instead embraced being kept away from the world. Maybe it was the wrong move to get a job behind his back but with how your relationship has gone there’s really nothing to share between the both of you. 

The job was simple, you were quite knowledgeable in the area and able to find your way through the library quickly. Students poured in and out, some in groups and some by themselves. You couldn’t help but feel content with the new job, something that kept your mind off from what awaited you at home. A strained and sad relationship, feelings that were once so well recognized but now so foreign to you. The thought of it made your smile falter but you quickly pushed it to the back of your mind. For your first day of training you did pretty good, satisfied with how your work had ended you headed off to the nearest coffee shop to reward yourself with a cup of warm coffee. You glanced at the clock, 5:19 PM. Still enough time to make it home before he would, he usually would make it around seven-ish or so, so you weren’t worrying. 

It continued like that for a few months, him never suspecting a thing and still not finding the energy to wear his wedding ring. You didn’t expect it from him anymore until he noticed you weren’t wearing yours either. “Hey, and your ring?” He asked during dinner while you gripped the fork with a bare hand. “Oh, must of forgot to put it on while washing my hands.” His teeth bit down on his bottom lip but hummed in response. Dinner continued with tension in the air, it made you nervous how quiet it was after a while. Minutes passed until he stood up with a plate barely touched. He threw the food into the garbage and gently put the plate into the sink. “I’m sorry, I lost my appetite.” You turned you attention back to your plate, gripping the fork until your knuckles turned white, holding in tears. Biting your tongue until a sharp pain went through you and a metallic taste teased your tastebuds, mixing with the current dish you were dining. The dining room was empty other than yourself and your aching heart, you allowed a fear tears to slip through. A rough sob prepping itself in your throat but you muffled it by bringing the back of your hand against your lips. “It’ll get better.” You whispered, rubbing your tears away. 

Things started to make you feel more anxious when he suggested couples therapy through dinner that you prepared and had begged him to come home early from work so you wouldn’t be sat alone at the dining room table again that week. He looked you in the eye, after months of rarely any contact at all. Hearing him suggest couples therapy gave you hope, maybe he did want to work it out with you. Or maybe, divorce was too much paper work for him. Maybe he rather learn to live with you than having to go through the whole process of falling in love again. “I honestly think it could work, I miss seeing you happy.” You bit your tongue at his words, tears forming in your eyes. This time you allowed yourself to break down in front of him, he sat in his seat surprised. He wasn’t sure on what to do so he only watched, watched how you unraveled in front of him. Missed seeing you happy? As if your depression wasn’t caused by his neglect, by facing his cold-shoulder every other day. Of course you weren’t putting the whole blame on him, you were to blame as well for your poor communication skills and never speaking up. “I am, so so so sorry for everything. Please don’t cry anymore. It’ll get better, I swear.”

And so couples therapy started, some times he would show and sometimes he wouldn’t. The therapist was kind enough to continue sessions with you even when your husband never showed, and you grew to appreciate his kindness. But that’s what therapists do, you told yourself, they get to know their patients even if the other half was missing. Other half, partner in crime, lover, husband, whatever he was had been missing for quite some time now. Moments like this made you think about leaving, you had the money to be able to live by yourself for a while and you could always go full time. But thinking about how much it would affect him saddened you. It seemed like you still cared for the man that rarely showed you any emotion. Out of frustration, you cleaned the house. The distraction was well needed especially after he never showed for your session, not even sending a message to excuse himself. You couldn’t be angry though, he was a hard-working man and you knew he worked hard to get this far in his career. As you cleaned the house, you found photo albums. The pictures of your wedding, when did it all go wrong? It almost felt unreal going through the pictures, the pictures of the both of you smiling and holding hands, kissing and dancing. 

The first time he ever had a full conversation with you was when he had found a scribbled piece of paper on your side of the bedroom. It was crumbled up, aimed to be thrown away but he had gotten his hands on it thinking it was paperwork. Well, it wasn’t exactly a civil conversation but more like yelling. “What is this?” He asked, holding the yellow paper up. You closed the book and placed it on your lap. Your breath hitched at the sight of it, feeling your blood run cold. It was a letter you had written after too many wine glasses of sweet red. A letter were you expressed your anger and your hurt, were you yearned to feel his love again but also desperate to never come back. A letter that explained to him that he could shove his empty promises up his ass and about how much you hoped to find the courage to just pack up your things and just leave. “I asked you a fucking question, what is this?” His voice was loud, booming even and it scared you. You felt the tears start to form but you bit your tongue, trying your best not to let them out. “Don’t cry, all you do is fucking cry!” Maybe this argument is what you needed, something that got both of you heated enough to confess your true feelings. “And what if all I do is cry? Can you blame me? All I do is live in your shadow and throw on a fake smile for this shit-show we call a marriage!” The tears came in running, blurring your vision like it had many times before. You weren’t able to see his expression but it was obvious he was still fuming. 

“How is this ‘shit-show’ ever going to get better if you don't ever try? All you do is sit on your ass and mope and cry and just fucking exist for no reason. God, sometimes I wish you had a little bit more personality!” His words were strong, his voice was as well. It was clear that he had wanted to say that for a while after it so naturally rolled off his tongue. You winced at his words but he still didn’t back off, seeing you hurt did not matter to him anymore. Rubbing your tears away, you stood up, letting the hardcover book fall to ground making it thud. “Fuck you, I don’t need this.” The ring pulled from your finger with so much ease, it felt like a breath of fresh air and you sobbed at the feeling of letting go. You threw the ring at his feet which he stared at in disbelief. Were you seriously ready to throw this marriage away? He clenched his jaw looking up to face you. You were quick on your feet, leaving the house barefoot and only with your wallet and car keys. ‘Please chase me.’ But he didn’t, and just like that, you were gone. And for the last time you thought to yourself, ‘No, it would not get better.’

Marriage is not always easy, and letting go isn’t easy as well but sometimes it needs to be done before it completely ruins you and your spirit. 

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another weasley

pairings: fred weasley x reader

type: fluff 

word-count: 2.7k

warnings: some cursing 

 A/N: nothing just thought I'd hop on this and try it out I guess :o

No one had a clue of what was going on, or more like, no one was paying attention. Except Molly Weasley. She watched your every move, so much happiness filling her up that she could cry. Fred didn’t even know either, neither did you! But to Molly, it was pretty obvious. She has gone through it quite a lot, six times to be exact, and was able to recognize every single sign. You were pregnant! Molly was able to notice the change in your sleeping habits, the random waves of nausea, the extra snacking, the more you’d get mad at Fred whenever him and George were up to no good. It stressed Molly out seeing how immature the two still were but she knew she couldn’t go bursting your guys bubble. She preferred you find out on your own, wanting to see Fred’s reaction from afar but it has been a month and a half and still no one has taken action. Molly got to brainstorming, trying to find ways to make it obvious towards you. Maybe she could ask you if you missed your period? No, that would make it too obvious that she knew. She grew annoyed that not one of you could put it together. 

“Hey, love.” Fred said, giving you a peck on the lips. He had just come back from a walk with his brothers, taking a breather out in the fresh April air. You giggled, feeling his nose poke your cheek when he pulled away. He smiled down at you, happy to have you tagging along to his childhood home. Molly couldn’t help but watch and gush from afar. ‘Oh! I’m going to be a grandmother!’ She thought to herself happily. George greeted you with a hug, treating you like the sister you were to him. Molly was blinded by her own happiness that she didn’t notice when George and Fred disappeared and reappeared behind her, scared out of her mind, she threw her hands up, while she screamed. They both laughed, moving away from their mother quickly. 

“George! Fred!” She screeched loudly, making the twins laugh louder. You couldn’t help but let out a giggle. Ginny came out to see what all the fuss was about, surprise in her eyes. Once she saw what was the commotion about, she left a laugh out. It was days like these that you enjoyed, being close to your boyfriend and his family. You rarely were ever near your own family, conflict and fighting all the time so the Weasley’s were like your actual home. Your true family. While Molly went off to chase the twins, Ginny walked closer to you, shy for what she was about to ask. 

“Hey, um, do you by any chance have an extra pad with you? I haven’t been able to go get some myself.” Ginny whispered to you gently which caused panic to rise inside of you. “Shit.” You gasped, trying to remember when was the last time you had your period. The ginger raised an eyebrow, unaware of what was going on. Worried written well all over her pale and small face. “Is something wrong? It’s okay if you don’t have any on you.” You shook your head in protest. No, it wasn’t that. It was something bigger than that. “I’m late.” A blush took over your face as Ginny clapped her hands together, covering her mouth while she let a gasp slip out. The huge grin on Ginny only made you blush harder but she soon dropped the act when she heard her twin brothers getting closer. 

“Let’s go to the shop, we’ll be able to find the things we need there.” She offered and you nodded, glad to have her by your side during such a shocking moment. 

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After visiting the shop and buying all the items that were needed, you both eagerly crowded the Weasley bathroom. She had asked to stay with you, trying her best to comfort you. After agreeing, she turned around, giving you your privacy while you peed on the pregnancy test. You awkwardly put the test between your legs, new to the feeling of having to take one. “This is awkward, Ginny.” Blushing, you let out a stream, peeing directly on it while you looked toward the brittle ceiling. She only giggled, snickering to herself in the corner. “These are the consequences you have to face for sleeping with my brother.” You let out a laugh, closing the tip of the freshly used test and placing it carefully on the counter. “You can turn around now.” The remaining pee flushed down the toilet and Ginny glanced down at her wrist watch, waiting for the five minutes to pass. 

“Soo, you and my brother, eh?” Rolling your eyes, you groaned. Laying your head on her sharp shoulder. Ginny wrapped her arms around you, patting your hair down and trying her best to soothe you. The younger girl secretly wished for it to be positive, ever since Fred had started dating you while you both were in Hogwarts and ever since the first time he brought you home, Ginny had instantly taken a liking towards you, just like how everyone in the Weasley family has. Now it's been, what? Three? Four years? It was bound to happen some day, planned or unplanned. 

“Yea,” Sighing, you pulled away, pouting. “I swear, it was only that ONE time we did it without protection. It really does take one time.” Ginny giggled again. “He is a Weasley, you know what they say about us. Breeding like crazy.” You giggled with her, remembering how everyone in Hogwarts had teased them, asking if there was another Weasley waiting at home to attend Hogwarts. “Merlin, what am I going to tell your mom?” 

“Hey, we still haven’t gotten a chance to see what the test says. It could all just be a false alarm.” She looked at her watch again, the five minutes gone. Both girls looked at each other, scared. “Go look.” You blurted out. “No, you look.” Ginny said back, failing to comfort you as her own palms grew sweaty from the anxiety. With eyebrows furrowed and trembling hands, you turned around, taking a small step forward to the counter. With a slow shaky hand, you grabbed the test and brought it close enough to read. Positive. 

“So?” Ginny asked, biting her nails. It felt as if the air had been suffocating you, your own throat tightening and not being able to muster up even a small yes. So you nodded making Ginny smile and hug you from the back. Of course you were happy! Just shocked, afraid of what Fred would say. Afraid of what Molly would say! If only you knew that she had already figured it out on her own and already so so happy that you were pregnant with her grandchild. “How are we going to tell t-them?” You turned around, hot tears streaming down your face. Ginny immediately wrapped her arms around you again, she hated seeing you upset. “Please don’t cry. I can guarantee you that they’re all going to be ecstatic by the news!” She cheered while you sobbed. 

“Come on, let’s wash your face with cold water. We can talk more about it in my room, I want you lay down and stay off your feet for now.” You agreed, turning around and turning the sink on, letting the water run. After being able to calm down, Ginny grabbed you and the test. She took your hand and guided you toward her neat and tidy comfort zone that was her room. Fred was working long hours today at the Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes so both of you had the house for yourselves, Molly being away on a small date with Arthur. You were happy at how far they had come, seeing them grow from selling at school to owning their own shop and expressing themselves with their inventions. A child was definitely not in Fred’s plans and you knew that. His five year plan was to grow his family business and focus on his career with his twin and your were on board with it. But still, how would he react to having a bump interrupt his plans? Literally. 

“What do you think?” You asked, sniffling. The ginger smiled, looking into your eyes lovingly and taking the seat next to you on her bed. “I think it's wonderful and I’m happy to become an aunt. But, remember that it’s all your choice. I don’t want you to feel forced to carryout a surprise pregnancy, nothing was planned and I cannot relate to how scared you might be feeling right now but I am anxious for you. And I will stand with you with whichever decision you take.” Ginny said, leaning into your shoulder. Hands intertwined and both taking shaky sighs. Millions of thoughts ran through your head, most of them were about Fred and how he would react. You thought of the pros and cons, mentally forming a list in your head. “I think it's wonderful too, Ginny.” She smiled, giving your hand a squeeze. “But I want to talk about it with Fred too, I don’t want to force him into anything. It’s a group decision and I can’t decide for him, that’d be unfair. Especially now that his business is doing good, a baby would just add more stress.” 

It was great to have Ginny by your side. She was the biggest support system you had right now, something that made you emotional. You weren’t sure if it was the change in hormones that made your more emotional or because Ginny’s help was really moving but you couldn’t help but just cry. And she let you, welcoming you with open arms, not caring if her shirt got all soaked with salty tears and snot. You are family to her and she admired you for being so involved and caring. 

Hours passed and you were asleep on Ginny’s bed while she was down in the kitchen, trying to fix you up something nutritional for when you woke up. She scavenged around the cupboards, trying to find the book of recipes Molly kept when she was pregnant to prepare just the right meals with a dash of magic. ‘Found it.’ She thought to herself once she saw it at the top, collecting dust. Casting a quick spell to bring it down, not trying to do all the work of standing on the counter. Her wand called for the remaining ingredients, all being laid out in front of her as she flipped through the book. Ginny was absolutely positive that Fred would want to keep it, she knew her brother and she knew that there wasn’t anything else that he wanted but you. In his life, in his future, in everything. 

She walked up the stairs holding the warm bowl of lentils that had a various amount of veggies, and on the other hand, an organic yogurt with a crushed up recipe scrambled in with oats. You were still sound asleep but with Ginny’s gentle hand rubbing your shoulder, you rose up, thanking her for the meal and the support. Feeling awkward that you were the only one eating, she rushed down the stairs to prep herself a meal to join you. You both sat next to each other, enjoying your meals and having small chatter between you both. “Imagine the little clothes.” Ginny gushed while you smiled. You like the thought of that. “The hands!” 

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Everyone was home now, Fred and George barely got home and they were tired from being on their feet all day. They simultaneously took off their blazers, sat down, rubbed their head and sighed. You popped out of the hallway, giving a reason for Fred to get up excitedly off the couch with a smile on his face, making his way to you. “Baby.” He said making you choke on your own spit. Fred rose an eyebrow at it but didn’t question. Instead, he quickly pecked your forehead, then your nose, and finally, lowering down to your lips. “Can we talk real quick? Something came up today.” You mumbled against his chest as he smothered you with hugs and kisses. His body tensed at the words that fell out of your mouth but he nodded, slightly worried that there was something wrong. You guided him towards a room that wasn’t occupied by his family.

“Is everything alright, love?” The concern that was visible in his face and in his voice was enough to make anyone tear up and that’s exactly what you did. Fred got even more concerned when he saw the tears forming in your eyes. “Are you okay? Is something wrong? Have you come down with something? Are your parents bothering you again?” He bombed you with questions and all you could do was shake your head no. 

“Listen, F-freddie.” You started, sniffling and trying your best to put yourself together in front of the love of your life. “I’m pregnant, I swear to you I just found out today.” Silence. The only response you did not want. It hurt every second knowing that he wasn’t letting out even a breath of air. Too afraid to make eye contact with him, you stared down at his hands that held yours lovingly. “I know it wasn’t in your plans, I’m willing to forget about it so we can continue living like we were yesterday. But, just please say something.” Finding the courage somehow, you looked up seeing that the reason why he was so quiet was because he was biting his lip, tears falling from the corner of his eyes. 

The laugh you love so much filled the room as he pulled his hands away from you to rub the tears away from his eyes. “Forget it? This is amazing, we’re going to be a family!” Fred cheered a little to loudly, Molly appeared quickly in the room. Just by hearing the word ‘family’ made her heart skip a beat, excited that it was finally happening. Your heart dropped when she came into your view but a huge smile was dominating her. “About time you found out! I noticed just a month ago!” Fred turned to look at his mother. “I’m going to be a dad!” He yelled excitedly. Quickly, the room started filling up with all type of Weasley’s. First Ginny, a huge smile on her face. Then, Ron, confused of the random shouting, a piece of bread stuffed into his cheek. Then George, both eyebrows raised, excited for his brother. Percy in his suit stood next to Ron, confused as well as the yelling was muffled from where he was in the house. “We’re pregnant.” Fred said proudly, pulling you into him while planting a huge kiss on your cheek. His nose poking you which always made you giggle. 

But, he was quickly to let go of you to hug George. “A Weasley!” They shouted, hugging each other and patting each others backs roughly. Molly scoffed at how Fred quickly changed his attention from you to George. She walked up to you and cupped your face. “I am so happy for you.” You teared up a little at the motherly love and acceptance. Her arms wrapped around you tightly, as if she was afraid to let you go. “I love you.” The tears of happiness couldn’t help but leak from your already tired eyes. You’ve spent the whole day crying but now they were tears of relief, tears of happiness and of excitement. The night was spent by celebrating the news, Arthur was the last one to hear it since he was off on a quick errand but he was filled with excitement knowing that they’ll be a new addition to the Weasley family. “Another one!” He cheered, Fred and George joining in.

This was a new chapter for both of you, of course you had a huge support system but you still were scared shitless of what parenthood had to offer. It was only the beginning, you weren’t even showing but soon that would turn into a small bump, to a bigger one. Then, to carrying them in your arms and raising them. A little you or a little Fred or possibly both. 

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