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I promise I didn’t fall off the ends of the earth, I’ve just been busy moving and having writers block, but I’ve been working on something so there might be a possibility of it coming out this weekend!

Happy Pride Month to everyone as well, you guys are loved and appreciated never forget that! <3

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can you please write a freddy andersen and/or owen power story. and more noah stories pls!! 😁

Yes! I plan on writing more for Hanifin, and to start writing for both Owen and Freddie, let me know if there’s anything specific you want me to write about <3

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The Night We Met

Noah Hanifin x F!Reader

Based on the song The Night We Met by Lord Huron

TW: Fluff. Mentions of Throwing up. 

Word Count: 2K

    You could feel your chest tightening as the seconds ticked by. You didn’t know if you could do this, there were so many people out there, waiting on you…waiting to watch you. You probably shouldn’t have thought about that, it just made you freak out more as you sat there. Suddenly the room felt small, almost like it was shrinking. An attempt was made as you tried to calm yourself down, closing your eyes and leaning back in your chair a bit, as you let out a deep breath you could feel the panic begin to rise again. 

    I can't do this, you thought to yourself. What if you trip? Will people laugh? What if I go to walk out and he isn’t there? Oh god, you could feel the panic attack coming on. Your head began to pound and suddenly you felt like you were going to puke. Taking a quick, deep breath, you got out of your seat and ran to the closest bathroom, and proceeded to throw up. Maybe you shouldn’t have eaten that sandwich this morning after all…

    As you continued throwing up into the toilet you felt somebody move the hair from your face, holding it in a ponytail as you stayed hunched over the toilet. Your friends were going to kill you if you ruined this dress. After a few seconds, you didn’t feel any better, leaning away from the bowl and whipping your mouth with a piece of toilet paper, you open your eyes coming face to face with your friend. They smiled softly at you as you gave them a weak smile.

    “Do you want me to go get him?” They say, resting their hand on your cheek. It had been obvious that you were nervous from the time you woke up til now, and your friends only knew of one person who could help. It was the one person who wasn’t allowed to see you until you were walking down the aisle, your soon-to-be husband. 

    You weakly nod as your rest your body against the side of the bathtub, you feel dizzy still. We’re you really that nervous? you thought to yourself as you watch your friend quickly get up and walk out of the hotel room to go find your fiancé, who just so happened to be a few doors down in another hotel room. You decided to lean your head back, resting it uncomfortably against the edge of the tub, your neck would probably never forgive you after this. Closing your eyes, you began to start to a tiny bit better. Suddenly you hear the hotel room door open and shut, you sit up a little bit attempting to position yourself in a more comfortable way before quickly failing and slumping back against the tub. 

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    You hear light footsteps walking towards the bathroom as you open your eyes you see your fiancé standing in the doorway with a sad look on his face, “Awe baby, what happened?”, Noah says, tilting his head to the side slightly. 

    You look up at him with sad eyes, “I don’t feel very good.”

    He lets out a small chuckle before taking a seat across from you on the bathroom floor while grabbing your hand and holding it, “Tell me what's wrong, what happened?”

    “I just started to panic. I wasn’t getting cold feet or anything. It's just- I don’t want to mess up, there’s gonna be so many people and I’m scared I’m going to trip and faceplant in front of everyone.” You say quickly before looking down at your intertwined hand, “I want to do this, I really do but I-I’m just nervous.” 

    Noah looks at you with a small smile on his face as he stands up, reaching down with his other hand to help you up. You accept his hand and pull yourself off the ground, following him into the bedroom and sitting on the bed, “Can I tell you something?” He says, sitting across from you, with his hands still intertwined in yours.

    You nod gently as you continue to look at him, “I was nervous too, I honestly thought I was going to be sick this morning when I got out of bed. I could barely eat but the guys had to practically force me to eat.”, you let out a small laugh at the thought, “What you’re feeling is completely normal. You’re not the only one who thinks they going to trip walking down the aisle, I’m a hundred percent sure that every single bride out there has thought about that. But it’s okay if you don’t want to do this, we can put this off a little bit, maybe reschedule to a different day, everyone can be okay so don’t worry about them, just worry about yourself, and I know you’re gonna walk down the aisle by yourself, so I was gonna see if maybe you just wanted to walk down the aisle together? I mean we've already broken the rule of not being able to see each other until then, how much worse could it be?” He says, smiling at the thought of you two walking down the aisle together. 

    You felt the weight lift off of your lungs after he finishes. You were honestly pretty happy he asked you, you were pretty nervous about walking down the aisle alone. None of your family members had shown up or RSVP’d to the wedding after you sent out invitations almost a month ago, but you weren’t concerned about it. Sure you were upset but what could you do?

    He looks down at his watch, noticing the time before quickly standing up from the bed and helping you up, “We’ve gotta go. It's almost time.”

    You let out a small breath, standing up and walking towards where your shoes sat. You slid them on and walked back towards Noah, and grabbed his hand, “Let's do this shall we?” 

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    The pit in your stomach began to grow again as you reached the doors of the wedding venue that would open to everyone who came, revealing you. You began to shake slightly, why were you so nervous it's not like you’ve never been in front of a crowd before. 

    Noah could sense your nervousness, well that and the fact that you were shaking like a chihuahua. He reached down attaching his hand to yours, running his thumb over your knuckles attempting to calm you as the music began to play. The doors opened revealing the crowd of people who stood as they saw you, some of them whispering about Noah being with you instead of being on the altar waiting for you. You took a deep breath as you began to walk, arm linked with Noah.

    You blacked out from the time you stepped out of the doors to the time you got to the altar, you don't remember anything after you started to walk, but the next thing you know you are exchanging vows in front of over 100 people. This was nerve-racking and was probably your worst nightmare.

    “I remember the first night we met. You were standing on the other side of the bar, leaning against the bar table talking to your friends, well more like arguing with them.” Noah says, letting out a laugh as the crowd lets out a small laugh as well, “You had just broken up with your ex because he didn’t want you to go to college to continue to study to get your masters, which you ended up getting this year. I was staring at you for a good four minutes before you finally noticed me, you were probably getting creeped out and were attempting to build the courage to come over and punch me but I acted first and approached you. I don’t even remember what I approached you for, I think it may have been the guys pushing me to talk to you, and I’m glad they did because it led me to this moment. Me standing in front of all of our family and friends, getting ready to spend the rest of our lives together, to start a family. There are times when I’ve been an asshole, where you could’ve simply just broken up with me, but that's not you. You weren’t the type of person to run away when we got into fights, you stayed up all night with me the first night we got into a fight over something I started, you said you weren’t going to bed until we worked this out. We didn’t end up going to bed until eight o’clock in the morning that day, but we ended up working it out, a year later on that same day I proposed to you. You have been with me through hell and back and every day I’m so grateful that I’ll be able to wake up next to you and call you my wife.” He looked up at you after finishing his vows, slipping the piece of paper back into his pocket and taking your hands back in his.

    You were shocked, the tears in your eyes were spilling over. You’d never thought he’d remember the night you guys had met, seeing as it was close to 3 years ago, and he could barely remember what he ate for breakfast some days.

    You let go of his hand, quickly wiping your tears before reattaching your hand to his, “God mine isn’t even nearly as good as yours. I completely forgot what I was going to say honestly.” You let out a small huff as Noah lets out a laugh.

    “It’s okay.” He says, “We can just skip over it, and if you do remember you can tell me whenever you remember it.”, Smiling softly at him, you nod your head as the wedding officiant begins to speak again.

45 Minutes later and here you were, about to have your first dance. 

    As the DJ announces for the bride and groom to begin their first dance, you hear a song begin to play, the DJ had started to play The Night We Met by Lord Huron. You wrap your arms around Noah's shoulder, and with his hands resting on your hips, you sway softly to the music that fills your ears. You could get used to this.

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♡About Me♡

Fun Facts

My name is Calle, I’m 18, and I’m from the east coast.

My pronouns are she/her

I’m a libra

I am a full-time college student, currently studying to become a doctor, but in my free time, you can usually find me writing, or watching a hockey game. 

I’m currently in love with hockey, but I also love 5sos, the MCU, the dream SMP (only certain people like Punz, Foolish, Sapnap, Quackity, Karl, Awesamdude, and Boomer), I also like cats and horror movies!

My favorite flames: Hanifin, Lindholm, Tkachuk, Markstrom, Gaudreau 

My favorite avs: MacKinnon, Makar, Kuemper, Burakovsky 

My favorite pens: Crosby, Malkin, Letang, Marino

My favorite isles: Barzal, Beauvillier

Overall favs: Hanifin, Tkachuk, Barzal, Beauvillier, Crosby, Powers, MacKinnon, Q Hughes, Saros, Freddie Andersen, and Jost.

My favorite teams: Flames, Avalanche, Islanders, Penguins, and Predators!

My least favorite teams: Rangers, Lightning, Leafs, Stars, Blues and Oilers (Just putting that out there so please don’t expect me to write for anyone on those teams.)

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Matilda

Cale Makar x GN!Reader

Based on the song “Matilda” by Harry Styles

TW: Talk of toxic family. Manipulation. Abusiveness. Angst. Fluff. 

Word Count: 3k

It's Y/N's 21st birthday, and instead of inviting their family, they only invite their friends. This causes some questions and concerns to arise amongst their friend group, only to soon discover the backstory for what caused this.

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    As the clock ticked the pain in your chest began to hurt more. It's officially been 2 hours since you’ve been sitting here alone, you were sitting at your dining room table by yourself at 11 pm, on your 18th birthday. You were told they would be here, by they you mean your family. You got told your father had to stay at work for a few more minutes just to work on a project, and your mother was picking up your siblings and some groceries from the story that she had needed for dinner tonight. But it seemed as though you were somehow forgotten, how do you forget a child?

    Scooting the kitchen table chair out, you begin to get up to start putting your cake and plates away to head to bed. As you stand up you hear your front door unlocking, turning around you see your missing family barge in holding takeout boxes from your favorite restaurant. You roll your eyes and turn away to head back towards the kitchen.

“Y/N, Sorry were late. Your dad met us at the store and we had just decided to stop by someplace and grab some food, we picked you up some turkey in case you were hungry we figured you’d want to make a turkey sandwich!” Your mom says as she sets the bags of groceries onto the counter, unpacking them. 

“I thought we were going to celebrate, ya know… with cake and stuff and then head out to eat?” You question her, as you watch her closely.

“Shit, I completely forgot we were gonna do that. We could just do it next year right?” She says, glancing over towards your dad, not even bothering to look at you.

    You felt the tears start to well in your eyes, so you smile at her lightly before heading into your room and closing the door. You wished they didn’t treat you like this. Like you didn't matter, it was your 18th birthday. That's a milestone, you’re an adult now and they treated that like it was nothing. How can somebody treat somebody like this? Like they were nothing? And to just say they “forgot”?

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    Fast forward three years and here you were, living alone with your cat, and pet Cactus. It didn’t bother you that much that you were no longer in contact with your family, only a little bit during the holidays and birthdays, but you celebrated with friends instead. None of them knew about the situation with your parents, you had just been telling them that your family went on a cruise every year for your birthday while you were away in college. They never questioned it, instead, they just thought it was rude to not invite you. You didn’t have the mental energy or emotion to tell them what went down, from forgetting birthdays to blaming things on you that had nothing to do with you to the toxicness of your household, it was too much for you to even handle, let alone tell people about. 

    If somebody was to ask your friends to describe you in one word, they would all say something along the lines of “warm”. None of them would dare call you a mean person, they didn’t even believe you had a mean bone in your body, you were the type of person to stay up on the phone and comfort somebody until they fell asleep, or even if you were upset you would hide it if someone was ever in need of comfort. You were selfless and warm, and you shined brighter than the sun. Or at least that's what Cale thought.

    Cale could never think bad of you, and he never has. One of those reasons was because you were a good person, and the second is because he had a crush on you, though he would never tell you that he always thought you could do so much better than him. Little did he know you also had a crush on him, but unfortunately like him, you would never tell him. Your group of friends could see. They saw the soft smiles, the little side glances, the look of worry when one of you was running late, and the blush that rested on your cheeks when speaking to each other. They’ve all considered making the two of you go on a blind date but instead decided to leave it alone. 

    You decided since today was your birthday you were going to treat yourself to something since it was always rough for you this time of year and since your friends had decided to throw you a small party it would work out perfectly. You made yourself an appointment to get your hair and nails done last week, so you did that today. After those appointments, you decided to head back home to get ready to go to the party, and seeing as Cale was going to be there you put a little bit of extra effort into your outfit for tonight.

    Time flew by as you were getting ready, and the next thing you knew you were on your way to your friend's house. Seeing as it was only 2 blocks away, you decided to instead just walk because why waste gas and more time when you could just walk. But seeing as you lived in Colorado, maybe it wasn’t going to be the best idea to walk back home late at night, though to be fair you would probably end up staying over at their house. As you walked towards your house you felt your phone buzzing in the palm of your hand, lifting it slightly you saw it was from your mother. You thought you had deleted her number? Why is she even texting you, you haven't spoken to her since you were 18, after finally becoming a legal adult you moved out of your house and moved to Colorado to pursue your dreams of going to college. 

    There were some choice words said that night, but all you could remember now were the words they had said to you as you walked out of the front door. You would never dare to say that to your child if you ever had one that was. You considered having children, maybe if you found the right person, but you would feel guilty bringing a child into this world. The fear of turning into your parents took over your body every time you thought about having kids, you didn’t want them to be raised or treated how you were raised and treated. Your siblings were favored over you, they took priority in their life, not you, you were like the bottom of their shoe. They didn’t treat you like their child. You were forced to pay rent to live in their house when you got your first job, which was at 16. They manipulated you into thinking this was normal, that all parents did this. You found out it was not normal, none of your friend's parents did this to them. After that you began to re-tract from them, saving up money and looking into jobs and apartments in different states. When you turned 18 and had enough money saved up, you left. 

       As you arrived at your friend's apartment, you took a deep breath before knocking on the door. Not even a second after you knocked the door swung open to reveal your friend. They had the biggest smile on their face. They pulled you into a hug before saying Happy Birthday and dragging you inside. When you got inside it was completely dark, you couldn’t even see where you were going, as you rounded the corner going into their kitchen the lights flipped on quickly, revealing all of your friends standing around the kitchen island yelling, “Surprise!”.

    You were shocked, nobody had thrown you a party before, this was a first. After hugging and thanking everyone you realized Cale had been missing, when you had spoken to him yesterday he told you he’d be here today, yet he wasn’t.

“Hey, did Cale say he was going to come?” You say towards your friend while looking around for him, just in case, he slipped in while you weren’t looking.

    Your friend proceeded to freak out internally, how could they explain why he wasn’t here? It would blow the surprise, so they lied, “Oh yeah um, he texted earlier letting me know he couldn’t make it, he had a…. thing.”

You felt your heart drop at the words. He had told you he’d be here, why would he lie, “Oh okay, I just wasn’t sure cause he told me he would be here, but if he's busy I get that.”, You say with a small smile, before walking away and going towards the kitchen.

    You feel your phone buzz again, you turn it over to see that your mom had texted you for the 15th time in a row.

“Call me.”, read the last message she had sent. You begin to feel your heart rate pick up, and your hands sweat. What could she want?

    You ignored the message as you put your phone into your pocket before walking back out into the living room with the rest of your friends. As you turn the corner into the living room you saw him, he made it. You can see your friend look at you out of the corner of their eyes as they quickly say something to Cale before walking away and going into the kitchen. You felt awkward, you weren’t sure what you were supposed to do, but out of the corner of your eye you saw Cale walking toward you, so you quickly started heading towards the couch to sit with the rest of your friends who were in the middle of an Uno game. 

    Cale felt a pang in his chest as he watched you turn away from him. He wasn’t sure why you did it, maybe you didn’t do it on purpose and you were just oblivious that you were walking away from him, either way, it kinda hurt him, even if you didn’t mean it. He leaned against the wall, listening to his surrounding friends attempt to talk to him as he watched you laughing at your friends getting angry over the simple card game, he always thought you had the most beautiful smile. He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard his friend shouting his name loudly causing everyone to look over at him, he felt his cheeks heat up in embarrassment. 

    He started paying attention to his friends until he heard somebodies phone start ringing, everyone stopped their conversations and turned their heads toward you. Your cheeks heated up in embarrassment as you grabbed your phone from your pocket and looked at the caller ID. You felt your heart drop as the caller ID spelled out the letters of your mother's name. You quickly stood up off the couch, looking at your friends sitting next to you and quickly saying something before turning to walk towards the front door.

    As you walked out the front door everyone started to resume their conversations, except for Cale. He was worried about you, he saw the look on your face when you looked at your phone. Was there something you weren’t telling him? Did you have a boyfriend? Hundreds of thoughts raced through his head. He felt himself starting to get jealous, and he wasn’t even sure why. He never told you he had a crush on you or even saw if you had any interest in him, but it didn’t even seem like you did. Maybe he should just back off? 

      After 5 minutes Cale started getting worried about you. You had been outside for a while, and it was nighttime in downtown Colorado. He excused himself from the conversation before heading towards the front door, as he opened the front door he could see you pacing back and forth on the sidewalk, holding the phone up to your face. He could see you were upset, your eyebrows were scrunched together, and he could see the tears welling in your eyes. He took a deep breath before he walked down the steps towards you. You didn’t see him or hear him walk outside, you were too busy getting yelled at on the phone with your mother. She had called to yell at you about being selfish, not coming back to New York to visit for your birthday. YOU weren't coming back to THEM on YOUR birthday. You couldn’t believe it, after not hearing from them for 3 years straight they suddenly call you out of the blue yelling at you, blaming you for causing them to be distressed that they didn't get to see their child on their birthday. 

    Cale watched from afar as you started crying, he wanted to run up to you and hold you but he couldn’t cross that line. He was scared you’d push him away, tell him you didn’t like him like that, and then leave. As he zoned out he began to feel useless, he wanted to know who was making you feel like this. He was also concerned at the fact that you were crying, he's never seen you cry, you've been friends for three years, and he's never seen you even show any emotion other than happiness. 

    Suddenly he heard somebody yelling, snapping him out of his trance, “I wish you were fucking dead, you’re a shitty human being and I’d rather call a toilet my daughter than I would, you.”. Those words had come from your mother.

    Cale had never snapped his head to look at you quicker than he ever has in his entire life. When he heard those words he quickly walked over to you, taking the phone out of your hands and hanging up. He shoved the phone into his pocket, and then wrapped his arms around you, bringing you into his chest as you started sobbing. As you started sobbing harder he began to move you towards the steps outside of your friend's apartment, sitting you down and then sitting next to you.

    Your mom had said some shitty things to you before, mostly telling you that you were a failure or that you were a horrible daughter, but never once had she ever told you that she wishes you were dead. It hurt. Even though you weren't their biggest fan, they were your parents, she gave birth to you. How could she ever say that? Especially over a birthday?

    You leaned into Cale’s side, sobbing as the words continued to process in your mind. Meanwhile, Cale was still in shock, he didn't know what to say. He was furious and sad all at once, how could they treat you like this, he doubts that you’ve done something terrible to upset them like this.

“Y/N, can you tell me what happened?” Cale says, questioning the crying person leaning into his side.

Y/N lets out a small whimper, “I didn’t go home for my birthday, and my mother was upset because of that and she started screaming at me, saying that she gave birth to me, raised me, and provided for me and I should be grateful and repay them.”

    Suddenly Cale’s sadness disappeared, quickly turning into anger, “You don’t owe them shit. She's wrong everything she said was completely wrong and 100% false.”

“I feel like a failure.” You sobbed out, wrapping your arms around him while continuing to lean into his side.

    He quickly put his arm around your back, shushing you while using his other arm to rub your shoulder, attempting to comfort you. He wasn’t good at this but he was going to try his best.

“It’s okay. You’re all right.” He says, in a hushed tone as you start to calm down after a few minutes.

 “Can I tell you something?”, It was now or never, Cale thought to himself as he stared at the empty street in front of him, showing the sunset perfectly behind the apartment buildings. 

    You looked up at him, nodding slightly before resting your head on his shoulder. You could get used to this, you like being this close to him, it was comforting. He made you feel warm and fuzzy inside. 

“You can let it go, your family. You can throw a party full of everyone you know. You don't have to invite your family, they never showed you love, and you don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up. You've shown me a power that's strong enough to bring the sun to the darkest days. You don't have to go home. In other words, I know they won't hurt you anymore as long as you can let them go. You can start a family who will always show you love. You don't have to be sorry.” Cale says, kissing the top of your head after speaking.

    You take a deep breath while looking at the sunset in front of you, “Cale, I think I’m in love with you.”

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𝘈𝘴 𝘐𝘵 𝘞𝘢𝘴

Mathew Barzal x GN!Reader 

TW: Talks of depression. Talk of break up. Angst.

Word Count: 2.3k

The reader and Mat break up. Y/N starts going through a depression and hits a couple of rough patches, they start to withdraw from friends and family. Their friends start to notice, and try to talk to them but get no response. They decide to get Mat to try.

    Dealing with depression is different for everyone. For some people, it may be just a wave of sadness that comes and goes, but for others it may be a dark cloud that constantly follows them around, hanging over their heads with every little move, and if you’re lucky enough you may not even know what depression is. For you, on the other hand, you were pretty well acquainted with depression, from the age of 13 you had been dealing with it, or as some people would say, battling it. At first, it was just a wave of sadness, you would have no motivation to do anything except lay in bed and sleep. You would go multiple days without showering, and maybe even eating. Then it turned into more, instead of just feeling that wave of sadness every so often, it turned into feeling that sadness every day. It would never leave you alone. At the time you didn’t know it was depression, I mean you were only 15, you just thought you were going through a phase, you thought maybe it was just hormones. 

    As time went on, and you got older, you decided to go to a therapist to see if they could help, that’s when you were diagnosed with depression. They gave you pills, telling you to take them every day and they’ll help you, they promised they’d help you. Instead, they made you feel worse, you practically turned into the walking dead. Some days you stayed in bed and were forced to call out of work, sick, other days you pulled yourself out and went to work anyway, these bills weren’t going to pay themselves. No matter what doctor you saw, or therapist you went to there would always be that pit in the bottom of your stomach, or a thought in the back of your mind that made you rethink every decision you made. You learned to live with it, time went on and it became a familiar feeling, that would never leave you. 

    That led you to where you were now. Sitting on the floor in your kitchen, tears running down your cheeks and your phone in your hand. Mental breakdowns were a frequent thing you had when dealing with your depression. You had highs and you had lows, and sometimes your lows ended up with you breaking down. Your depression had gotten worse this week, with the upcoming finals and the pressure of having to choose your special, you were going through a tough time. Not to mention you had also just gone through a breakup with your two-year partner, Mathew Barzal. 

    Your breakup was bad. You had forced yourself to push him away, to end things before they had gotten any worse, but in all honesty, you just wanted what was best for him, he needed better than you. No matter how many times he had tried to tell you he didn’t want anyone other than you, or he always wanted to marry you, it was a lie. In the end, he would leave you for somebody else, somebody who wasn’t depressed and didn’t have mental problems and you would rather that happen now than later in life when you have a family. You told him you never wanted to talk to him again, that you would never contact him again. You held up your end of the deal pretty well, it's been 3 weeks since this happened but, you just missed him. 

    Your thoughts were interrupted when the phone in your hand started ringing, it was your friend. They had been bugging you for the last week for you to come out to a bar or to a club to meet some of their new guy friends. You couldn’t leave your house, let alone your bed for that matter. You tried to explain to them that your depression had been worse this week, but you wanted to make it sound less depressing as you didn’t want them to know how bad it had been for you. It was working, or so you thought but it turns out they saw right through your lies. They knew it had to do with your breakup, that’s what sent you spiraling, seeing as it only happened a week ago and that’s how long it's been this bad. 

   You sighed, pressing the accept button and bringing the phone up to your ear, “Hello?” You say, attempting not to sound like you’ve been crying on your kitchen floor for the past hour.

   “Y/N! I was calling to see if you wanted to come out to the bar on 12th street tonight, a bunch of the people from my dorm is here and I want you to meet a few of them!” Your friend says you could tell they were a little tipsy, the slurring in their voice, and the sounds of the loud thumping music coming from the bar gave off that vibe. 

   You chuckle lightly, “Ugh, I wish I could tonight but I’m studying, I’ve got that biology exam tomorrow you know?”, you quickly come up with a lie as you play with the string on your pants. You felt bad, you shouldn’t be treating them this badly, but you can’t help it. It was better to hurt them now than later in life. 

  “Y/N, It's been so long since you’ve come out with me, promise that you’ll come out to the bar with me after your exams?” They say. You could tell they were making sad, puppy dog eyes through the phone.

   You close your eyes, leaning back and resting your head against the cabinet behind you, “I promise, we’ll go out next week and drink until we get blackout drunk.”

   Your friend squeals loudly, causing you to pull the phone away from your ear, saying a quick, “Thank you!!”, before hanging up.

   As you stared down at the numbers on your phone, reading 12:34 am, you began to wonder what Mat was doing. Was he with his new girlfriend? Was he hanging out with Anthony? Or was he living it up in whatever state the team was playing in today? You often wondered if he had found somebody else. Sometimes you’d stalk his Instagram, hoping one day he’d post her, though that day still hasn’t come. It was pathetic the fact that you sat around, waiting for him to post her but, at the same time, you figured it was just a common thing for exes to do. 

   After a few minutes, you began to drift off to sleep, not even realizing you were still on the floor of your kitchen as you continued to fall asleep. You were awoken by the sound of somebody knocking on your door, you shook your head slightly before tapping the screen of your phone looking to see the time. It read 2:47 am, you began to worry about the fact that somebody was pounding on your door at almost three am. You quietly get up and begin to walk to the door, trying to remain as quiet as possible you look through the peephole, only to discover the man you were just wondering about hours before, Mathew. 

   Your heart was in your throat, and the pit in your stomach had reappeared. What was he doing here? The last time you spoke to him, you told him you would never speak to him again, nor would you contact him. Yet here he is on your front doorstep? As you reach forward to open the door, you hear a quiet sigh leave his mouth as he begins to speak. 

   “Y/N, I don’t know if you can hear me and I know you said you wouldn’t talk to me again but, your friend called me. They're worried about you, and they told me what's been going on. I need you to open the door, we need to talk and I don’t want to do this while standing in the hallway of your apartment where all of your neighbors can hear me.” He says, looking around at all of the apartment doors that surrounded you. 

   You let out a deep breath before unlocking the door. He looks up at you slightly shocked, he didn't think you would open it, to be honest. His facial expression quickly shifted from being shocked to concern. You looked pale and fragile. He didn’t say it out loud, he knew better than that so he kept it to himself. As you pushed the door open, not saying a word, he steps inside, looking around your apartment as he does. It didn't look different one bit, except it was slightly messier than the last time he was here, which wasn't long ago only about three weeks. 

   You lock your door back before turning around, walking back to your kitchen, and sitting back down on the floor. Mathew didn’t question it, he didn't question most of the things you did as he knew there was some reason or comfort behind it, who was he to judge somebody for that?

   He silently sat down beside you, before clearing his throat, “I know we didn't end on the best of terms but that doesn't mean I don't care about your well-being. I know it's cheesy and whenever couples break up they always say that to one another but I mean it. You were my life for two years and it fucking pains me to learn from your friend what you've been going through. I know you went through it when we were together but It wasn't as bad as what they told me…they told me you've been pulling away from everyone…That's not like you and I know that. I knew that right when they told me what you were going through. I remember what you told me when we first started dating, you told me that there would be times when you would pull yourself away from everyone and you would dig yourself into a hole where you ignored everyone and everything. When you told me that I made sure I did everything in my power to make sure you would never go through that again and I’m here to pull you out of that hole, I’m not letting you go through that again. Not on my watch.” Mathew says, tears forming in his eyes as he watches you. He was waiting for your reaction, he didn't know if it would be good or bad but, he didn't care. There was nothing you could do to make him leave. He was staying. 

   You look up at him with tears in your eyes, “Matty…” you go to say as your voice cracks. He quickly pulls you into his side, wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on top of your head, as you bury your head into his chest. You couldn’t lie, you missed him, and he understood what you were going through, like he said, you were pushing others away and digging yourself a hole where you would eventually stay in forever. You didn’t want that, but you felt like you would never be able to stop that from happening. You never pictured yourself living past a certain age, nor did you ever picture yourself with a husband and kids. But, you always wanted to have that. You wanted to have that picture-perfect family, and you weren't going to lie to yourself, you wanted that with Mat. 

   You continued to cry into his chest, as the minutes went by he listened to your breathing slow, and your heart rate returned to normal. You had fallen asleep, he didn't mind though, he could tell you were exhausted just by the way you looked at him when he first walked into your apartment, but the bags under your eyes gave it away the most. 

   As he sat there for a few more minutes contemplating what he was going to do, he finally decided he was going to pick you up and take you into your room, so that's what he did. He tried lifting you as quietly as he could, almost tripping on a few things that were laying around the house, as he walked into your room. It was a mess, clothes were all over the room, along with a few cups and plates. He didn't mind, he knew it was a thing that came with depression, you didn't have the energy to get out of bed some days. 

   When he finally lays you down, tucking you in to the bed quietly, he leans over placing a soft kiss on your cheek before he turns around and begins to pick up some of the things lying around your room. As he picks up the clothes lying on your floor he throws the into the washer, he knew you wouldn’t mind, and he knew if you were awake you’d probably be trying to fight him, telling him you could do it yourself and it wasn’t a big deal. But he also knew you would appreciate it, and it would take some of the stress off of your shoulders, and that's all he wanted to do, and what he wanted to do was support you. 

   Even if that's what he would do for the rest of his life, and he wouldn't mind one bit, as long as you were by his side. 

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[fredweasleysrightear]

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘖𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘞𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯

Matthew Tkachuk x Reader

TW: Cheating. Angst

Word count: 1.3K

There’s nothing more rewarding in life than being right about something. No matter how big, or small it is, you always feel this feeling like you could do anything at that point, like you’re invincible and nobody can tell you otherwise. Unless that something happens to be your partner cheating on you, then that’s when you feel like your entire world has just crashed and you no longer feel like you know what you’re doing in life. You lose all and any sense of security and you blame yourself, even if it wasn’t your fault, even if you did nothing to cause it. No matter what, somebody you trust will always break your heart.

You watched him change from a distance, not by choice of course, but he had distanced himself from you, from your friend group and from your family. Most of the nights when he was gone at his games that you weren’t able to make it to or out at a bar with some of the guys, you would wait and stay up for him, its not that you didn’t trust him but you just wanted to make sure he got home safely and to make sure there weren’t any problems. Only recently he wouldn’t come home until the next day, telling you he was okay and they just got a little too drunk so he decided it would be best to stay at another’s house. It was subtle things at first. Until you saw the scratches on his back, and the smell of the perfume you’ve never worn nor ever had.

You had your suspicions, but at first you just thought you were being crazy, you found yourself always thinking why would my boyfriend of two years cheat on me?

Because he was bored. He was bored of you and he was bored of your family. Even though the family you had built together just consisted of the two of you, and your dog and cat that you guys adopted together. He couldn’t stand to be around you anymore then he had to after he cheated so he pretended to go out to bars, and get drunk enough to where he would have to spend the night at one of his friends house. When in reality he was really at a random girls house, hooking up, while you sat at home staying up till 2-3 am making sure he got home safe, only for him to never show up. There had been multiple nights where you called 3-6 friends just trying to find out where he had been.

One night in particular he had gone out with Markstrom and Lindholm to a party at a local bar. You had been sick that night and didn’t want to go out and risk anyone else getting sick so you had decided to stay home. Around 2 am you decided to start trying to call the boys after not being able to get ahold of Matthew, nobody answered. You started to get worried, what if something bad had happened and you wouldn’t know because nobody was answering their phones. You started to pace back and forth in the living room, when somebody had started knocking on your front door you had opened it to see Matthew strung around Markstrom. He was black out drunk.

You had managed to get him changed and into bed when his phone started ringing. You weren’t one to snoop through other people's things, but it kept ringing and vibrating so you had gone over to turn on do not disturb. As you picked up the phone you saw there were several messages and missed calls from a random number, you attempted to turn the phone off only to accidentally click the message. It opened the message and to your surprise it opened several text messages back and forth between Matthew and this random number, who you soon figured out was named Elizabeth.

After that night you couldn’t look at him the same, and that’s when you noticed the smell of perfume on the nights he went out and the scratches on his back. You didn’t think he even knew he had them, and if you asked about them he would probably tell you they’re from his most recent game. You wanted to confront him, you really did. But after what he did to you, he didn’t deserve a reason nor an explanation as to why you were packing your things and moving. All you knew was you were taking only your necessities, your animals and that’s it.

That led you to where you were now. Standing in what used to be your shared room, but was now Matthew’s room, arguing as you threw your stuff in a suitcase.

“Where the hell are you going to go?!” Matthew yelled as you walked back to your dresser, taking out your important things, “All of the family you’ve ever had is standing right in front of you.”

Ouch. That was a low blow, and you think he knew that but didn’t care. You met Matthew after you had freshly graduated college, you went through college with only yourself and your closest friends, both of your parents were either dead or doing who knows what in god knows where, and you didn’t have any siblings so in all fairness he was right. He was the only family you really ever had.

You stopped and stared at him, tears welling up in your eyes and you watched him, “I’m going to wherever you aren’t. After I leave I never want to see you again in my life. Do you understand me?”

He furrowed his eyebrows, looking confused as to why you were suddenly acting like this, “What did I do? Did somebody say something to you? You’ve got to tell me what’s going on Y/N.”

“I saw the texts Tkachuk, I know what you did- what you’re doing. I’m not going to stay here and pretend that a month ago while I was sitting here, worrying about where you were and praying to god that you were stuck upside down in a ditch somewhere dead, you were just in some hotel fucking a random girl!” You scream at him, tears now pouring out of your eyes and down your cheeks.

Matthew stared at you in shock, with a mix of guilt on his face. There it was. The look you were waiting for.

“Y/N I didn’t mean to sleep with her, I was drunk and I wasn’t thinki-“ He starts to say but you cut him off by laughing.

“That’s all you say. You were drunk and weren’t thinking? Really Matthew how do you “not mean to sleep with her”? That’s the biggest bullshit I’ve ever heard in my life.” You chuckle as the words come out of your mouth, “I was looking at rings, meanwhile you were looking at other women.”

You walk back over to your suitcase, zipping it up and setting it on the ground before wheeling it into the kitchen where your cat satin his crate and your dog ready to leave.

“I don’t want to ever hear from you again, this is your own fault. I just wasted the last two years of my life on somebody who I thought I was going to marry only to have them turn around and cheat on me in a heartbeat. It really shows how loyal and how much this relationship meant to you.” You say, looking around the house before grabbing your dog, cat and suitcase and walking to your car.

After you got everything loaded into your car, you proceeded to get into the driver's seat, starting the car and putting it into reverse. You stared at what was your home for the past two and a half years before finally reversing and driving away.

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[fredweasleysrightear]

{ Who I write for: }

5 Seconds of Summer

Criminal Minds

Dream SMP

Hockey

Jackass

Outer Banks

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ツ - Ansgt

℉ - Smut

♡ - Fluff

⁂ - Mix

; - Trigger Warning

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5 Seconds of Summer:

Calum Hood**

Luke Hemmings

Criminal Minds:

Aaron Hotchner**

Emily Prentiss**

Spencer Reid**

Dream SMP:

Awesamdude

BoomerNA

Dream**

Foolish_Gamers

GeorgeNotFound

Jack Manifold

Karl Jacobs**

Punz**

Quackity (C!)

Sapnap**

Technoblade (C!)

Wilbur Soot (C!)

Hockey Men:

Alex Vlasic

Anthony Beauvillier

Cale Makar

Elias Lindholm

Jacob Markstrom

Juuse Saros

Mathew Barzal

Matthew Tkachuk

Noah Dobson

Noah Hanifin

Pierre Luc Dubios

Sidney Crosby

Thomas Bordeleau

Trevor Zegras

Jackass:

Bam Margera

Chris Pontius

Ehren McGhehey

Johnny Knoxville

Ryan Dunn

Steve-O

Outer Banks:

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron**

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Things I WILL write about:

Angst

Fluff

Smut (But only for certain people!)

Platonic relationships

Headcannons

Alternate Universes (AU’s)

Gore (For certain things and people)

Pregnancy stuff (For certain things and people)

Things I will NOT write about:

Incest/Stepcest

Hybrid!Character/Reader

Poly Relationships

Certain Kinks (Piss kink, Scat, Age Play, Foot fetish)

Domestic violence, self harm, rape, non consensual sex, rape play, or any of that.

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－ Ｔｏ Ｂｅ Ｃｏｎｔｉｎｕｅｄ －

[fredweasleysrightear]

𝙸𝚛𝚒𝚜

𝐂𝐂!𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: 𝗔𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁/𝗙𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳

𝐓𝐖: 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐃. 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬. 𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐖. 

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏.𝟏𝐤

  Dream could see it in your face that you were tired, unhappy. You were withdrawn and distant from him, your friends, and the world. It wasn’t a secret that you were quickly falling into a deep depression. He tried talking to your shared friends, asking for advice on what to do, and how to approach you. You’ve only been dating for a little under a year, he’s never gone through something like this with you, this was new. You were usually a happy, cheerful, energetic type of person, but maybe it turns out that you were just really good at keeping your depression a secret. 

Keep reading

[fredweasleysrightear]

𝙸𝚛𝚒𝚜

𝐂𝐂!𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: 𝗔𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁/𝗙𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳

𝐓𝐖: 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐃. 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬. 𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐖. 

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏.𝟏𝐤

  Dream could see it in your face that you were tired, unhappy. You were withdrawn and distant from him, your friends, and the world. It wasn’t a secret that you were quickly falling into a deep depression. He tried talking to your shared friends, asking for advice on what to do, and how to approach you. You’ve only been dating for a little under a year, he’s never gone through something like this with you, this was new. You were usually a happy, cheerful, energetic type of person, but maybe it turns out that you were just really good at keeping your depression a secret. 

 You were trying to keep this a secret from Dream, but it wasn’t working out like you thought it would. Instead of trying to hide the depression it ended up just swallowing you. You barely could get out of bed today, you didn’t have the energy, so instead of trying to force yourself out, you decided to wallow underneath the protection of your and Dreams shared bed covers. As you lay there, tears in your eyes you could hear quiet footsteps coming into the room. You could feel his presence in the room, you could also feel the tension, but you don’t blame him. Dream was scared and unsure of what to do, and how to handle this, he talked to his friends, asking for advice on how to help, all they told him was to be there for you, to comfort you. You were going through a lot at the moment and they knew that. 

  “I know you're going through a lot right now, and I know I should be here to comfort you and let you know everything's going to be okay, so that's what I’m here to do. I know what's going on in your head. I don’t know every detail but I have a pretty good idea of what's happening. I’ve never dealt with anything like this with somebody. I’ve always been through this by myself so I’m going to tell you what I wanted to hear when I went through this.” Dream said slowly, he wanted you to hear everything he said, he wanted you to know that he meant it. He would never lie to you.

  He took a deep breath before slowly sitting on the edge of the bed, he wanted to sit near you but not too close to where you’d withdraw from,“You’re not a disappointment, You’re nothing to be ashamed of, and you are most definitely not an anchor, you do not drag people down with you. You are not your parents, and you will never be. I have never pictured myself without you, you are my best friend, my girlfriend, and all around my happiness. I’ve never been around you and been upset, angry, or even disappointed. Every time I look at you I see heaven and that's enough for me. You make me laugh on days when I didn’t think I would be laughing until my stomach hurts, and you make me so happy on days when I thought I wouldn’t be able to get out of bed. You are the reason I wake up every morning and continue going. Without you, I don’t know where I would be honestly… I’d probably be homeless and eating out of a dumpster somewhere on the side of the road.” 

   He smiled widely as he heard the small giggle you let out at the end of his sentence, but he kept going, “You are my sunshine, and I don’t want you to think twice about that. You are not fat, you are not too skinny, and you are not ugly. You are the most all-around gorgeous person in the world and I’d give up forever to touch you. Every time I’m around you I get butterflies. You are caring, and special. I could not have asked for a better person to through life with because honestly, I don’t think there even is a better person in this world. If you were to ever come up to me and tell me to drop everything and move to Southeast Asia with you, I would do it in a heartbeat. I would rather spend every day in hell than be without you. You mean that much to me and I am not afraid to say it. I love you. I could never do anything without you.” 

 He could feel his heart racing, he was scared he did more damage than help, so he decided it would be best to leave the room. Maybe you needed some space. But as Dream stood up you quickly knocked the covers from your body and wrapped your arms around his body, clinging onto him you began to sob into his shirt. Dream wrapped his arms around you, pulling you more into him and squeezing you. 

  Dream picked you up carefully and placed you in the bed, climbing in next to you and wrapping his arms around you again. He was going to lay here with you until you could get out of bed again. He didn’t care if that would take two days or even two weeks, he would be here with you the entire time unless he was getting you food. He wasn’t going to allow you to starve yourself no matter how depressed you are. He could never allow that, not in his household and especially not to you. 

  “Are you okay?” He whispered, slowly stroking your head with his hand, while his other hands drew circles on your back. He was trying his best, he tried everything his friends gave him advice on. 

  You nodded softly, you were in the middle of falling asleep after finally calming down. 

  You were thankful for everything he said. Nobody has ever told you anything like that before. You were constantly referred to as an anchor by your parents or were constantly being put down by other friends and family members who thought you weren’t doing enough in life.  At a young age you were diagnosed with ADHD, but your parents never made any move to start you on medication for it, as time went on you developed severe depression, and yet again your parents never made an effort to do anything for it. You were thankful for your boyfriend. 

  “I love you too.” You whispered softly as you drifted to sleep. 

  Dream smiled softly before kissing your forehead and attempting to fall asleep next to you. 

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[fredweasleysrightear]

{Who I write for }

5 Seconds of Summer

Criminal Minds

Dream SMP

NHL Hockey

Jackass

Outer Banks

Stranger Things

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** - Possible smut

- Below you can find a picture of my ranked NHL teams! -

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5 Seconds of Summer:

Calum Hood**

Luke Hemmings

Criminal Minds:

Aaron Hotchner**

Emily Prentiss**

Spencer Reid**

Dream SMP:

Awesamdude

BoomerNA

Dream**

Foolish Gamers

GeorgeNotFound

Jack Manifold

Karl Jacobs**

Punz**

Quackity (C!)

Sapnap**

Technoblade (C!)

Wilbur Soot (C!)

Hockey:

Anthony Beauvillier

Cale Makar 

Elias Lindholm

Frederik Andersen

Jacob Markstrom

Juuse Saros

Mathew Barzal 

Matthew Tkachuk

Nate Mackinnon

Noah Hanifin 

Owen Power 

Pierre Luc Dubios

Quinn Hughes

Sidney Crosby 

Thomas Bordeleau

Trevor Zegras

Tyson Jost

Nate Mackinnon 

Jackass: 

Bam Margera

Chris Pontius

Ehren McGhehey

Johnny Knoxville

Ryan Dunn

Steve-O

Outer Banks:

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron**

Stranger Things:

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

Robin Buckley

Billy Hargrove

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[fredweasleysrightear]

𝘈𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵

𝐀 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧!

𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐛𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟑𝟑𝟔

𝐓𝐖: 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞

You first met Karl after he ran into you at TwitchCon back in 2019. He had bumped into you, causing you to drop a few items you had recently purchased from a merch stand. 

He spills his drink on one of your (very) expensive sweatshirts you had just purchased. freaking out, he tried cleaning it off the best he could, not realizing it was too late and already stained for good. 

He offered to buy you a new one almost instantly. You refused, instead, he took you out for lunch.  

After that, you guys hit it off almost instantly. Exchanging numbers, and texting whenever you guys had the chance. 

 Almost instantly after that, he ended up asking you out!

He was super nervous when he asked you out, at first he thought you’d reject him, not sure why but he had that thought in the back of his mind.

You were ecstatic when he finally asked you out, you thought he’d never ask, not to mention you may or may not have thought he didn't like you.

After six months, and a countless number of flights going to and from North Carolina, Karl had finally asked you to move in with him. 

Of course, you had said yes almost immediately. 

Once you moved in together Karl had told you about wanting to start streaming again, at this point he had just been working with Mr.Beast as a cameraman.

You were super supportive of his decision and told him you would help him in any way he would need.

You ended up helping him set up streams, create a schedule and buy equipment. 

Months passed by, and Karl became a big streamer. He joined the Dream SMP and even became one of the main members of Mr.Beast.

You couldn't have been more proud of him. He was glad to have you by his side every day, even though the amount of hate he had gotten, he wouldn't change it for the world.

...

[fredweasleysrightear]

𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘛𝘰𝘰 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭 2

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝐤

𝐓𝐖: Angst, Tiny bit of manipulation, Age gap, Grooming

AN: This is the second part to All Too Well, if you haven’t read the first part go check it out!

It had been three days since you had last seen or heard Spencer, the last time you heard from him was when he called you childish and innocent. Needless to say, you weren’t doing all too well. You had already called out of work twice claiming you were sick and viciously throwing up, your boss never questioned you and let you take two days off to recover from your “sickness.” Today you spent most of your day laying in bed, sleeping. Sleeping was one of the best ways to get your mind off things, although some disagree, you felt it was better than getting dressed up and dragged out of your house to some bar where you would spend the rest of your night being sad and miserable.

Sometime after that, you had decided maybe it was for the better. You could find somebody 10x better than Spencer could ever be, that's what your brain told you. Your heart on the other hand was telling you you'll never find somebody better than him. He treated you better than any of your other exes had treated you. You had been arguing with yourself about this for the past three days. At this point, you’d think you would've gotten tired of it, but nowhere you were standing in the middle of the grocery store staring at the jars of sauce, where you've been standing for the last four and a half minutes.

As you stood there staring off into the distance or as bypassers saw, the jars of marinara sauce, you finally come back to your sense. Shaking your head to attempt to get the thoughts out, you move to reach for a jar of sauce, the last missing piece to your delicious spaghetti, it slips out of your hand and proceeds to shatter open on the floor. You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks as you quickly become embarrassed. Reaching down in an attempt to pick up the pieces of glass, you cut your finger a bit.

“God damn it.” You say, wrapping your hand around your finger quickly, attempting to cover the cut before it bleeds.

“Here let me help you with that!” You hear a voice call out from behind you.

Chuckling slightly, “Thanks..I spaced out for a few seconds and it just slipped out of my hand”, you say as you look over to the man on your left. Suddenly it felt like you couldn’t breathe like the air had left your lungs. Kneeling beside you was the man who had just shattered your heart like you had shattered the jar of marinara sauce in front of you.

You quickly stood up, dropping your basket filled with the rest of the ingredients you were planning to cook, and made beeline for the store doors. You could feel your heart racing as the tears started to swell up in your eyes, this would only be your luck the one time you go out of your house you run straight into your ex, the one who just broke your heart…

When you step outside of the store doors you get hit with a small gust of air, enough to send shivers down your spine. As you finally begin to relax thinking he left you alone you hear footsteps beginning to walk towards you. You could only hope it was some stranger doing some late-night grocery shopping.

“Y/N?” Spencer says as you throw your head back to look up at the sky, you can’t help but wonder if he was playing some sick joke on you. Deciding to help you pick up the jar you dropped, following you out of the store. Why did this seem planned?

“I wanted to say I was sorry. I miss you so much and I know what I said was horrible and mean. I know you’re probably mad at me an-“ He begins to say, only for you to scoff and cut him off.

“Mad at you? I’m a little more than mad at you.” You say, cutting him off, “Mad would be an understatement. Spencer, I am heartbroken.” The small smile Spencer has on his face drops. You could see the guilt in his eyes, maybe if you looked hard enough you would be able to tell if he was sorry.

“You don’t understand how what you said to me affected me. You think I haven’t looked at myself in the mirror every day for the last three days saying to myself that I’m childish and I’m too innocent?” You say. Needless to say, you were angry, upset, and you had every right to be. He doesn’t get to come prancing back into your life telling you how sorry he is just because he wasn’t able to find another person to fill the void that you left in his heart. If he never wanted that to begin with he should’ve never done what he did.

“I’m so sorry. I should’ve never said any of that, I want to say that I don’t have an excuse for why I said what I said, but the case we were working on…The unsub was targeting Professors who were dating students, saying that the professors were grooming the student, and he would end up killing them. it just affected me and… I don't know. I’m so sorry for what I said to you.” Spencer let’s put a big breath, he was finally able to get the truth off of his chest, he didn’t know how you were going to react, and to be honest, he was terrified you wouldn’t believe it.

“Spence.. why couldn’t you have just told me, we could talk about it. I would never think you were doing that to me. I want to be in this relationship as much as you do.” You say as you step towards him, resting your hand on his cheek. Maybe what you were going to say wasn’t the best thing to say right now, “ You said if we had been closer in age then it would’ve been fine, and that made me want to die.”

“I don’t deserve you, but I love you.” He said as he looked down at you smiling with tears in his eyes. He was glad you understood what happened with the case, but he would hate himself forever for what he did to you.

“I love you too,” You say, smiling up at him.

Maybe alls well that ends well.

[fredweasleysrightear]

𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘛𝘰𝘰 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝐤 𝐓𝐖: 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, Age gap

       You could feel the change. The change that was happening with you and Spencer. At first, it was a small change, he wouldn't respond to your texts, or he would start snapping at you over the tiniest things, but as time went on the changes became more noticeable. He started giving you short responses, staying at work later to avoid coming into contact with you. He began to ignore you. You could feel it was coming to an end but you didn’t want to believe it. You thought at first it was because of a case, something went wrong on a case and he felt like it was his fault. You decided to let this go on for a few days before realizing it wasn’t because of a case. This was something different. 

You had met Spencer through one of your College classes. He was your professor and you happened to be his student, he was only teaching the class for a couple of months before leaving to go back to the BAU, so you hadn’t been dating for long while he was a professor. Neither of you had any problem with it, you kept the relationship private and only a few close friends knew about it.

As the day went on you began to wonder if you should text him asking to meet up, you needed to talk to him, at least know what was happening. You wanted to be there to support him if something was wrong. Eventually, you gave up and just decided to show up at his apartment, it was a Thursday night, he had the day off and you knew he’d be home especially since he got back from a case yesterday. 

As you walked up to his apartment door you could feel the pit in your stomach begin to grow. Maybe you could work whatever this was out, you’ve had a great relationship for the past year, why all of a sudden start acting distant?

 Moments after you knocked on the door it had opened, showing his face. You could tell there was something wrong just from the look on his face and how he looked. His hair was a mess, he had dark circles under his eyes. The only time he would look like this is when something was wrong.

“Y/N” Spencer said, with a frown on his face, he opened the door slightly more to reveal his messy apartment, “What are you doing here?”. 

“We need to talk... If that's alright with you.” You say with confidence in your voice. You had hoped he couldn’t tell that you were shaking or even the fact that your hands were sweating from how nervous you were. 

“Yeah, sure come on it.” He says, opening the door and stepping aside.

You walk through his front door, looking around at his messy apartment. How are you going to start this conversation, you didn't even think this far ahead. Maybe you were just seeing stuff, maybe this is how he's always been…No, it hasn’t. 

Spencer closes the door behind you, watching as you look around. He knew there was something on your mind that you wanted to get off, he could tell you were upset. Mostly from the look on your face, the fact you were shaking and your hands were sweating. He could never tell you that though, “What’s wrong?”, He says.

You turn around to face him, crossing your arms over your chest as you take a deep breath, “Ever since we went on that case with the students and the teacher you've been acting distant. I thought maybe it was the case or something had happened with your mom but I cant keep guessing what's going on with you. I've been driving myself insane trying to figure out what's going on. Can you please just talk to me?” You were practically begging him to give you answers.

Spencer sighed, running his hand through his hair before looking at you, “I just can’t do this anymore. The age difference between us is too big. You're too childish and innocent. I made the mistake of asking out a college student when I should’ve been looking for people my age. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have led you on like this Y/N.”

You felt your heart drop. Tears started to swell in your eyes as you stood in front of him. He was breaking up with you and he had the audacity to call you childish and innocent. 

“If we were closer in age maybe it would’ve been fine but this…It's just not going to work.” Spencer said, pointing between the two of you. You could barely move, let alone breathe. It felt like your heart had just gotten ripped out of your chest. 

Too childish? Too innocent? You felt like you were going to be sick. Maybe we got lost in translation, maybe I asked for too much? You had too many different thoughts running through your head. It was your fault. You weren't mature enough. You weren’t good enough for him. That's all that this was about. You weren't good enough for him.

 He lied to you. The entire time you were in a relationship he lied to you. He always told you your age difference would never be a big deal, you were 24, a grown adult. You could make your own decisions. He was almost 40, you never cared about the fact that he was older than you, it didn't matter, all that mattered was how he treated you. You always thought he never cared either, he told you, in the beginning, he didn't care, why the change of heart?

You felt like you were paralyzed.

You couldn’t move.

You felt like you had just died. 

[fredweasleysrightear]

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