You lie on the thin mattress, your lifelong love sitting next to you and as you gaze at them you think back on your life with them… You sit in the passenger seat of their car as they drive down the seemingly never-ending road, all the windows down and the wind blowing through your hair and you look over at them and they look gorgeous as the light of the setting sun grazes their skin. You think to yourself that you never want to know a day without them on this earth. You get pulled out of your thoughts by the feeling of someone rubbing your hand you look to see who and see that its your oldest child. They smile at you fondly and you return the gesture to them as you gaze off into space thinking about the day they were born… You wake up in the middle of the night and feel liquid pooled around you and you realize it was your water breaking. You grab your phone and check the time to see that it was 7:30 in the morning so your s/o was already at work. You called your best friend to take you to the hospital. On the way you call your s/o and they say they’ll meet you at the hospital. When you arrive you notice that they’re already there and looking very stressed out. Some nurses get you a wheelchair and take you to a room and get you all checked in. You’re lying on the bed and every time there’s a contraction you tighten your hold on your lovers hand, and they just take it and squeeze back reassuringly. When the doctor comes in not the long after the meds are given he gives you a smile and tells you it’s time to start pushing. The whole time that you’re screaming your s/o is holding your hand and whispering sweetly to you. Eventually you hear those telltale baby cries, the doctor gives you your baby boy and you’re looking at him with fat tears welling in your eyes when you hear a sniffle, you look at your s/o and they’re almost sobbing while looking at the darling creature. Once again you’re pulled out of your thought but this time much more aggressively than before and this time you open your eyes fully and look around you and notice everything. Your s/o and your son sitting on either side of you and they’re crying with tears running down their faces. There’s about three or four doctors around you with clipboards. You look into your s/o’s eyes again and they’re nodding their head whispering that its gonna be ok. That they’re gonna be okay. So you stop trying to keep your eyes open and let the fall closed softly.

Please tell me there will be a part 3

There will be but I don’t know when it’ll be out, my brains ability to write comes in waves and it hasn’t been here in a while

hey i don’t think “third person” means what you think it means

I know that it's a little weird in story but I didn't know what else to call that POV so I just stuck it as 3rd 🤷🏻‍♀️

{Previously; And you think to yourself ‘why the fuck are they here?!?’. They look almost just as shocked as you feel. They walk towards you and smirk as they say, “Hey…how are ya?” A vast wave of confusion hits you as you ask, “why did you ask to come up here?” They shift on their feet and veer their eyes to the floor seeming embarrassed as they answer, “well, I wanted to tel you something…” they struggle to continue speaking, “I, just, I” they hold hold a short pause then continue “I, really like you?” When they finish you stand there dumbfounded and all you can do is blink. They cut the silence short with, “Please say something?” Again the air is filled with silence until you break it, "I, I don't...can you give me some time They mumble a quiet ‘okay’ and you walk away quickly.}

~C/n's POV~

I walk up to Brandon after Y/n leaves and push him against the closest wall and berate him, "What the fuck, man? Why?" He shoves me backwards and responds with his voice full of exasperation "Because 'bro' i've liked her for fucking years and now all of a sudden you think you're going to pull some bullshit valentines day surprise out of your ass and take my shot from me? i don't think so."

"oh bullshit Brandon. you've hated her ever since you met her don't start with the fanfiction bullshit of 'ive loved her all along' yea right." i reproach him with a light shove and walk away to find Y/n to clear things up.



(a/n i am soo sorry that this is so short its to hopefully tide you over until my schooling starts and i have my muse back to help me)

I love your stories! When will the next part the the Valentine’s Day story be released?

Hi, sorry about the long wait but my writers block has been kicking my ass and I haven't been writing as much, but I will try to get it out soon 💙

(a/n: this is going to be a multiple part thing)

~Third person POV~

Imagine sitting in your bed the night before Valentine's day, crying. Because you don't like being alone on Valentine's day - no one does but every year your sibling brings their s/o to your house to go on a date with. Your mom goes out with friends. And you? You stay home, alone, imagining what it would be like if you were spending it with THEM. The person your crushing on - though every time you're with them it seems as though they like you back. But you'd never ask them if they did or not because you don't want to be wrong, you don't want to know if they don't. You like imagining the possibility of them liking you back.

So as you get ready looking cute (because of the slight possibility that they talk to you) for Valentine's day. You walk into your first period class already feeling miserable, and ignoring your friends because the last thing you need right now is to see them being happy with their significant others. When you get to lunch you sit with your friends. You sit there on the ground silently until you get a text. The text came from a number you didn't recognize it said to go to the second floor of your building. So you do, because nothing worse could possibly happen. But as you walk to the second floor of the building you grow more and more anxious. When you reach the top of the stairs you see them…your rival from debate club.

And you think to yourself ‘why the fuck are they here?!?’. They look almost just as shocked as you feel. They walk towards you and smirk as they say, “Hey…how are ya?” A vast wave of confusion hits you as you ask, “why did you ask to come up here?” They shift on their feet and veer their eyes to the floor seeming embarrassed as they answer, “well, I wanted to tel you something…” they struggle to continue speaking, “I, just, I” they hold hold a short pause then continue “I, really like you?” When they finish you stand there dumbfounded and all you can do is blink. They cut the silence short with, “Please say something?” Again the air is filled with silence until you break it, "I, I don't...can you give me some time They mumble a quiet ‘okay’ and you walk away quickly.

~C/n’s POV (the night before Valentine’s day)~

I wake up to my alarm going off at 8 sharp. I sit up, rub my eyes, and look at my calendar. “OH- SHIT. IT’S VALENTINES DAY!” I get up quickly from my bed, but my foot catches on my bed sheets and I hit the floor with a loud thud. “Sweetie...? Are you okay? Please answer me. It’s Valentine’s Day and your father and I don’t feel like spending it in the hospital-“ I hear my mother say from downstairs. I untangle my foot from my bed sheets and shout “I’M OKAY, MOM!” I get up and head towards my closet. “What do I wear? I must look good! Not just presentable!” I grab my blank slacks, a red button up shirt and my white tie. “Is this, okay?? I have no idea, but LET’S GO!” I throw everything on, grab my school bag, and rush downstairs. “Does this look okay?” I ask my mom. She smirks and says, “Who are you dressing up for? Look at my little man, acting all grown. I see you!” She pulls out her phone and gets ready to take some pictures of me, but I look her at and scoff. “Really mom? Really? I’m going to be late for the bus.” I walk to the kitchen and grab a granola bar. “But can I just get one picture? Pleaseeee! This is a one in a lifetime thing! I’ve never seen you dress up and looking so fancy! You always look like a little homeless boy. I don’t know where you got that from- Totally not your father.” I looked at her stone-faced, turned around and left to the bus stop. (20 mins later) The bus arrives at school, and I hardly notice because I’ve been planning what to say to her the whole bus ride.

The bus driver tells us to have a great day at school, and we all hop off the bus. F/n waves me over, and I walk towards them and the friend group, smiling. “Oh shiii.” “Dann, you lookin good!” “Aye baby. You lookin fineee.” I heard my friends say as I stopped in front of them. “So, who’s the lucky girl? Who has my boyfriend’s heart?” I roll my eyes and playfully shove my best friend away. “Hey, do any of y’all have y/n’s number?” Brandon steps forward, unlocks his phone and goes, “I do. She’s in debate club with me.” I look at him, confused. “Why do you have her number? I thought you hated her?” “I do, but our teacher wants us to have each other’s phone numbers and I don’t know why, but we need em.” Brandon gives me y/n’s number and I save her contact in my phone.

The school bell rings, and everyone starts walking to first period class. First period goes by quickly, along with second and third. The lunch bell rings, and I decided that it was time to go through with my plan. I walk up the stairs that go to the second floor, walk into the hallway, then head to the bathrooms. I stop right outside, pull out my phone, and text her to meet me on the second floor. But like a dumb ass I didn’t say who I was, and I refused to double text someone. I waited for a couple of minutes and then I saw her walking up the stairs and she stops at the end of the hallway. I get ready to take one step from my spot, when I see him. Brandon. I could see them talking, but couldn’t really hear, until I hear the one thing that I never thought I would hear from him. “I, really like you?” A wave of emotions hit me hard, but the three emotions that hit me the hardest was jealousy, confusion and anger.

How did you get into writing? Also, your stories are really good and have amazing plots!

Thanks for asking, I actually really don't know how I got into it. I was just sitting with my best friend one day and I started writing down the fake scenarios we came up with, and now here I am. And thank you for the compliment 😊

Imagine being friends with your crush and him getting jealous whenever you mention someone you find mildly attractive. "R/n looked so good today!"

"mhm" your crush responded without looking up from the game on his phone (like he usually does). "You looked so sexy today! Don't you agree, C/n?" You asked the question to catch him in not paying attention to you. And again, without looking up, he replies, "yep, I bet he did." And you caught him, "HAH! I knew you weren't listening!" And with that he finally looked up.

"What did you say again, I wasn't really paying attention?" You look at him with a look of disbelief as if he really just said that "well, that's what I'm wondering - why aren't you paying attention?" He stares at you with a look of incredulity, "Seriously?! You're really that oblivious?! Jesus Christ! Have you ever considered that maybe I don’t enjoy hearing about the people you like because I have a crush on you...”? When you hear him say this you don’t know what to think or do, so you do the only thing you can think to do. You run, you run away to where your other friends are, and you drop to the ground. You ignore your friends’ questions of if you’re ok or not – because you’re not. You just ran away from the person that you have a crush on – BECAUSE HE LIKES YOU BACK!! You don’t know whether to be mad at yourself or sad for him. Because if you were in his place and he ran away from you, you’d be asking yourself if it was really that horrible of a thought to date you.

As you were about to go back to him and explain why you ran off the bell signaling the end of lunch went off. And you thought to yourself “well, missed opportunity, but I have him in one of my classes, so I’ll tell him then – if he wants to talk to me.”

You had texted him 5 minutes before your last class ended and when you saw him in the class you have with him you tried talking to him, but he ignored you, and his friends gave you sullen expressions. You weren’t gonna be able to talk to him today. So that night you tried texting him (not really expecting him to answer but doing it in case.) And the next day you tried finding him at lunch again but instead of him sitting at his usual spot waiting for you he was sitting at a table with some people you didn’t think he even knew.

You walked up to him, tapped him on the shoulder “hey, can we talk somewhere?” He gave you an irritated look and said, “why? I don’t have anything to say to you.” You sighed, “Please, C/n, just hear me out and if you don’t care then you never have to speak to me again.” He exhaled and said a simple “fine let’s go.” He picked up his stuff and you went outside for a little bit more privacy of a sort. You both stop walking and before you can think of what to say he comes out with, “Ok, go on, you wanted me out here to talk, so talk, explain yourself.” You take in a deep breath and let it out before you say, “ok, so, I know it was a dick move to run away after you said you liked me, but I ran because I’ve never had a person I like, like me back. It caught me off guard a little.” You look at the ground and sway on your feet a little. You’re a little taken aback when you feel his hand on your chin and lifting your head. You meet his eyes and the two of you lean in and share a kiss. When you pull away, he says “It’s nice to know you ran because you like me, but that was also a sixth-grade thing to do.” You both laugh as you lightly shove his shoulder, “I said I was sorry, isn’t that enough?"

Imagine having a nightmare so you text them if you can come over and you really hope they answer you. They do. And they ask what happened and after you tell them they say that they'll meet you outside when you get their.

So you get your keys and text your dad that you went somewhere and you told him the reason (bc you knew he'd be cool about it). You got in your car, put the keys in ignition and wiped your eyes so you could see, and you drove to their place.

You parked on the side of the road in front of their house and when you got to the door they opened it and engulfed you in a hug and the tears that you managed to hold back the entire drive spilled over again. You wrapped your arms around their torso and gripped tightly at the jacket they were wearing. They calmly rubbed their hand on your back and told you things like "hey it was just a dream, ok?" Or "your gonna be ok, I'm here now..." To try to calm you down some more.

When you did calm down they grabbed your hand to pull you into the house, they told you to go to their room and that their gonna get you some water.

When the came back to their room they were met with you cuddled up to their pillow fast asleep. So they set the water down for in the morning and got into the bed with you, they moved their pillow away from you and under their head. And when the pillow was gone you cuddled into their chest subconsciously, and they wrapped their arms around you and fall asleep themselves with a quiet "goodnight lovey" and a kiss to the top of your head.

I'm attempting something with this

Imagine:

You were hanging out and lying down with them on their bed, when you realize it's raining outside. You get excited and jump up grabbing their hand and pulling them up as well. "Where are we going?" They ask, you reply by pointing outside and saying "we are going outside!" They chuckle and look outside and say, "but it's raining outside." You were so excited that you accidentally shouted the word "exactly!!" They smiled at your smile and said 'ok' and let you drag them out of the house.

Once out the door, you let go of their hand and ran off the porch. You spread your arms out wide and spun in the rain. You stopped abruptly when you felt hands lightly on your waist. You turn and look at them to see them smiling at you. They move one of their hands to hold yours, you set your free hand on the back of their neck. They pull you in tighter and start swaying and humming softly in your ear.

"This is nice. :)"

Reblog if it is okay for people to randomly pop into your ask with questions about your fanfic(s)

Hi- are there any themes you prefer, your no-nos or anything else to consider before sending you an ask? just being polite...

Thank you for asking. Pretty much only thing I'm uncomfortable writing is smut, so I won't write that 🙂