you respond to everyone’s request… but- mine. I beg of you to write the fan fiction amy. please jesse st james x reader..
⋆˚࿔ summary: when someone knocks on your bedroom door, you’d never expect it to be your ex boyfriend
⋆˚࿔ pairing: exbf!vocaladreneline!jesse st. james x newdirections!fem!reader
⋆˚࿔ warnings/content: cursing (jesse says fuck), manipulative jesse (or he can be genuine, whatever you want!)
⋆˚࿔ credits: @kodaswrld (dividers), @lilysgiddyseizures (request) (ur welcome lily.)
⋆˚࿔ a/n: hi guys!! sorry i haven’t had a lot of posts lately. i’ve been busy and lowk had a block. my friend has been begging me to write this for weeks so i’m deciding to write it now and then answer the rest of my requests!!
Your heart was truly broken on the day that Jesse, your boyfriend and the love of your life, betrayed not only you, but your choir.
He came out of nowhere, meeting you in the school library. Sparks immediately flew as soon as his soft blue eyes landed on yours.
He proudly introduced himself as Jesse St. James, a new transfer for the schools Glee Club. You were shy while first meeting him, but as he found his seat in the choir room, you began to warm up to him.
After musical duets and dirty looks of the other kids, you two officially became boyfriend and girlfriend.
And everyone couldn’t stand it.
As you would lay on his shoulder and kiss his cheek while Mr. Shuester would explain this week's theme, everyone cringed and grossed.
Rachel and Finn, a couple who was major PDA, gave you weird passing looks. Whispers around you, judging eyes lingering onto the two of you, but you two just couldn’t care.
The others opinions didn’t matter when Jesse was there. He was the only one that mattered to you. His opinion, his words, everything.
And then one day, it all changed. He wasn’t at Glee club? You stood outside of the classroom, phone up to your ear and worried expression on your face. He didn’t answer the first time. Or the second time. Or the third time. By the fourth time you heard his voicemail, your heart sunk.
jesse, babe. where r u?? glee club is starting!! you texted him, but to no response.
He stopped showing up to school as well. He wasn’t waiting for you at your locker anymore. His seat was empty at your lunch table. You had to start driving yourself to school again. He wouldn’t answer your calls. He wouldn’t answer your texts. He completely vanished.
He was at his car in the parking lot, leaning against it. You gasped, immediately starting to run at him. “Jesse!” you cried.
His gaze met yours, expression twisting into a disgusted one. As you went to jump onto him, he pushed you, and you slammed onto the hard concrete. You hissed as the pavement scraped up your skin, tears springing to your eyes.
“W-What..” you gasped, your eyes meeting his cold, icy blue ones. “Jes—“
“Shut it, Y/N,” he growled, pulling his gaze away. “I’m not going to your stupid school anymore. I’m not singing in your stupid choir. I’m not being your fucking boyfriend anymore,” he confidently declared, opening the door to his car and getting in.
In tears, you scattered to your feet and ran out of the parking lot. You ran into the school and into the bathroom, locking yourself in a stall and not letting yourself out.
You eventually had to call your mom and get picked up early. You couldn’t take the pain and heartbreak. You immediately got in your pajamas and laid under the covers for the rest of the day, sobbing hysterically.
You haven’t seen him in months.
Now, you lay in the same bed, mentally recovered. You were listening to your vinyls and reading a magazine, humming along to the sweet melody filling the atmosphere of the room.
A knock on your door snapped you out of your trance. You bookmarked the page and looked at your door.
“Come in,” you sweetly called, expecting your mom to have made you food.
Your smile quickly fell upon the door’s opening. There he stood.
Your lips parted, and your brows twisted. “What the hell are you doing here?!”
“Y/N, I need to explain myself,” he said, his eyes soft. He walked into your room and shut the door behind him. You sat up and he took a seat next to you on the edge of the bed.
He looked at you, a small smile tugging on his lips. “You look so beautiful.”
“What do you want?” You growled, a pout on your face.
“I want to explain myself. Why I left you like that,” Jesse frowned, taking your hand in his and squeezing it tightly. You scowled, but let him continue. “Vocal Adrenaline’s coach saw my performance and really liked it. They contacted me and offered me a scholarship to the school. 100% free. I couldn’t refuse, Y/N, but I had to leave in a way that would make you hate and forget about me. I didn’t want you to be sad. So I ghosted you, and then pushed you away and left completely.
At Vocal Adrenaline.. they treated me awfully. Just awful. All I wanted to do was come back to McKinley. Come back to New Directions. Come back to you. I couldn’t build up the courage to leave but I did. And I regret everything I’ve ever done to you.”
You looked up at him, hating the tears threatening to spring in your eyes. You sniffled, wiping your eyes.
He chuckled, cupping your face in his large hands and wiping away the fallen tears gently with his thumb.
“God, I missed you so much,” Jesse whispered, making your heart swell. He scooted closer, pressing his forehead against yours. “Please forgive me, Y/N. I’ll do anything, love. Please..”
“Jesse..” you whispered, looking up at him. “I forgive. I do. I love you.”
He smiled widely, wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace. “Y/N. I love you. So much.”
He pulled away, pressing his lips gently on yours, grip tight on your hips. “Don’t leave me again,” you said into the kiss. He pulled away, laughing softly.
“Never. I love you so much, I’m not going anywhere ever again,” he promised, pressing a kiss to you forehead.
You smiled, relieved that you had Jesse back. That you had your Jesse back. And he’s not leaving you again.
out of my writing slump #watchthefrickout.
