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naturesapphic · 5 months

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Hey this is super random, but I was scrolling through the Clarke Griffin tag and saw you wanted to write for her. If you still do, could you please write something soft and comforting with her?

“We’re going to be okay”

Clarke griffin x fem!reader

Warnings: cussing, comfort/hurt, fluff :)

You woke up suddenly with the feeling of falling. Looking around you see people in seats with straps around them to keep them from out of the seats. You kept looking around until you looked over to your right and see your girlfriend Clarke looking bewildered and scared. “Clarke? Clarke!” You exclaimed and Clarke immediately looked over to you and tried to get to you but couldn’t move. “Y/n! Oh my goodness you’re okay!” She said and you looked at her with tears and fear in your eyes which made clarkes heart break. “It’s okay y/n/n…I’m here…I’ll protect you I promise.” She reassured you until she heard a voice “welcome back” her ex best friend said to her. “Look-“ wells started but was interrupted by your girlfriend.

“Wells, why the hell are you here?” Clarke asked him sternly and you winced slightly at her time. “When I heard that they were sending prisoners to the ground I got myself arrested.” Wells explained to Clarke and she looked surprised. “I came for you and y/n” he explained and then there was some crash sound and the lights blinked a couple of times. “What the fuck was that?” Clarke exclaimed at wells. “That, was the atmosphere.” Wells said and suddenly a tv came on showing the chancellor talking to us. Suddenly finn decided that it would be such a great idea to get out his seat which caused him to float. “Check it out. Your dad floated me after all.” Fin said cockily. “You should strap in before the parachutes deploy.” Wells instructed finn. Then Clarke spoke “hey! You two! Stay put if you want to live!” She demanded as she saw two people trying to unzip and get out of the restraints.

“Hey, you’re the traitor who’s been in solitary for a year.” Finn said. “And you’re the idiot who wasted a month of oxygen on an illegal spacewalk.” She barked back at him. “And you must also be the traitor’s girlfriend.” He said to you and you rolled your eyes at him. “Yes I am and if you have a problem with it then so float yourself.” You bit back at him which caused Clarke to smile proudly at you. “The spacewalking was fun. I’m Finn.” He said and the both of you just looked at him. Then Clarke looked over to where the two boys were at “stay in your seats!” She urged and then the parachutes popped up and Finn was slammed into someone and the other two boys got slammed on the side of the aircraft ship.

“Finn are you okay?!” Both you and Clarke said at the same time and everyone started freaking out. “Retrorockets ought to have fired by now.” Wells yelled out to Clarke and you. “Okay…everything on this ship is one hundred years old right? Just give it a second!” Reassured both of you. “Clarke! There’s something I have to tell you! I’m sorry I got your father arrested.” He tried to apologize. “Don’t you talk about my father!” Clarke exclaimed. “Please! I can’t die knowing that you hate me!” He pleaded. “They didn’t arrest my father wells! They executed him! I do hate you!” Clarke said harshly and you looked at both of them sympathetically.

Then the lights went out and everyone started shouting. A crash was heard all throughout the ship and then the machines suddenly stopped. “Listen. No machine hum.” Monty explained. “Whoah…” jasper said as he looked around amazed. “That’s a first.” Said breathless. All of a sudden the buckles that were holding y’all in your seats were suddenly unbuckled and everyone immediately got out of them. You helped Clarke with hers and you got into her arms hurriedly which made her smile. “I’m so glad you are here baby.” She whispered against your hair and you nodded your head against her chest.

Clarke pulled away from the hug when she saw Finn on his knees next to the guy who decided to follow Finn in his footsteps and unbuckle himself during the landing. “Is he breathing.” Clarke said as she rushed over to Finn’s side. Finn just kept looking down and Clarke knew that he didn’t make it. “The outer door is on the lower level! Let’s go!” A random boy shouted. “No! We can’t just open the doors!” Clarke said rushing to where the man was and you rushed after her, staying by her side as she always wanted you to be. “Hey. Just back it up guys.” A random man said as he stood in front of the door.

“Stop!” Clarke exclaimed as she climbed down the steps with you following behind her as she walks over to the strange man. “The air could be toxic.” She said sternly. “If the air is toxic, we’re all dead anyway.” He stated. “Bellamy?” A woman said softly as she went down the ladder and went over to him. “My God…look how big you are..” he said with emotions in his eyes. She immediately hugged him and then she suddenly pulled away from him to take another look at him. “What the hell are you wearing? A guards uniform?!” She said with a disgusted and shameful look. “I borrowed it to get on the drop ship. Someone has got to keep an eye on you.” He smiled at his sister and she hugged him again which made him laughed.

Me and Clarke just stood there awkwardly with the other kids and waited for them to be done until Clarke noticed something. “Where’s your wristband?” Clarke asked the girl and she looked at her weirdly. “Do you mind? I haven’t seen my brother in a year.” She stated sassily and you rolled your eyes at her. A guy shouted “no one has a brother!” He said and another person shouted “that’s Octavia Blake! The girl they found hidden in the floor!” They said and Octavia glared at them and started after them until her brother got ahold of her. “Octavia! Octavia. No. Let’s give them something else to remember you by.” He reassured her. “Yeah? Like what.” She grumbled. “Like being the first person on the ground in one hundred years.” He smiled down at his sister and pulled down the lever that opened the metal door.

It revealed the most beautiful site you’ve ever seen. You and Clarke stood by each other and just stared everywhere in awe. Octavia slowly walked over to where the dirt was and planted her feet in the dirt. She threw her hands up in the air “WE ARE BACK BITCHES!” She screamed out and everyone started running out of the pod onto the ground. You and Clarke smiled at each other and jumped off the pod, landing on the grass. “It’s so beautiful out here!” You exclaimed and looked around. She laced her hands with yours and guided you through the forest to look around and find mount weather. She unrolled the map in her hands and looked at it with a confused look. “Why so serious princesses.” Finn said to the both of you. “It’s not like we died in a fiery explosion.” He said trying to light up the mood.

You gave him a stern look. “Try telling that to the two guys who tried to follow you out of their seats.” Clarke said unbothered as she kept trying to figure out the map. “Y’all don’t like being called princesses, do you princesses.” He said smirking at y’all as you glared at him while Clarke have him an unimpressed look. “Do you see that peak over there?” She asked him and he said yeah in response. “Mount weather. There’s a radiation soaked forest between us and our next meal. They dropped us on the wrong damn mountain.” Clarke said angrily and you looked at her worriedly.

Y’all walked back to the pod as Finn ventured off somewhere as you stayed with Clarke of course. She was drawing on the map when someone interrupted her. “We got problems. The communications system is dead. I went to the roof and a dozen panels are missing. Heat fried the wires.” Wells explained to y’all and you sighed. “What the hell are we gonna do?” You said scared and Clarke reassured you. “All that matters right now is getting to mount weather. See? Look.” She pointed at the map. “This is us and this is where we need to go if we want to survive.” Clarke explained to the two of us. “Where’d you learn that from?” Wells asked your girlfriend and Clarke gave him a glare and he realized. “Oh…your father…” wells said sympathetically.

“Wells i think it’s best to leave us for a moment right now okay?” You told him and he nodded his head sadly as he walked away. Clarke sighed “thank you…it’s just so hard to be around him. I still can’t believe what he did to me…” she said getting choked up. “Hey hey baby…it’s okay I understand. It’s okay.” You said softly to her as you take her in your arms. She sighed and pulled away first giving you a small smile. “Thank you for understanding and being patient with me. I love you and we will get through this. Together.”

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wandanatsbaby · 4 months

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Could I pls request Clarke Griffin x gn!reader where the reader gets injured while protecting her please?

Bullet

Pairing: Clarke Griffin x gn reader Warnings: Gunshot wound, mentions of death (nobody dies), Clarke being a tease

I apologize that this took a whole year ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

In your defince you didn’t think the Azgeda people had guns.

You had gotten shot in th side when you heard Clarke Scream while you guys were being attacked. It was a rash decision but hearing her scream had set you into auto pilot and instead of staying hidden you jumped out and ran towards her with the only thought on your mind being to protect her. You were about an arms length away from her when you got shot.

Now you laid hissing in pain as Clarke was stitching up your wound. Your blood soaked clothes are not what you were concerned about though. It was the way Clarke hadn’t said anything to you since she told you she loved you as she thought you were dying.

Now the both of you were silent as she applied a bit of ointment to your wound.

“I’ll come back tomorrow to check on you. For now don’t move. Ill have Lexa get a gaurd to bring you stuff.” As she went to leave you quickly grabbed her arm.

“Clarke.” She attempted to pull away but your grib only got firmer. “Clarke!” You yelled and she froze. You looked at her desperately wanting her to meet your eyes but she wouldn’t. Its almost as if she couldn’t look at you.

“Clarke. I love you.” She looked at you with wide eyes before attempting to pull away again.

“No.” She stated once she got her arm free.

“No?” You looked at her sadly and she only shook her head.

“Everyone I love keeps dying. I can’t love you if that means you dying to.” You almost didn’t make out the last part. You watched as tears started falling down her pale cheeks and how she once again avoided eye contact.

As she went to walk away again you jumped into action and pulled her down on the bed next to you wrapping your body around her ensuring she couldn’t move. You winced in pain a little at the pressure on your side but decided to ignore it instead focusing on the warmth of Clarke who seemed to not know wether to push you off or pull you closer.

“I love you Clarke Griffin. It’s going to take a lot more than a little bullet to take me away from you.” This seemed to calm her a little but you could still tell that she was a little hesitant.

“We don’t have to do anything. We can stay friends. I understand.” You slowly move to get off of her but you hear her let out a little whine before her hands grip your shirt and her head rests on your chest.

“Don’t leave..Please. I love you so much. I can’t lose you. If if we do this you have to promise not to put yourself in danger anymore.” She looks up at you with the saddest eyes you have ever seen.

Running your hands through her hair you sigh “I cant promise that. But I can promise to be more careful.” She nods before burying her face in your neck and leaving a small kiss.

“I want to be with you.” You smile down at her as she says this and let out a little laugh.

“I want to be with you as well. Your my girlfriend now. I will protect you with my life.” You tilt your head down to kiss her but as she adjustes herself you wince in pain as she accidentaly bumps your side. She stutters out an apology as she stands and lifts your shirt letting out a sigh of relief as your bandage looks relatively clean.

“No kiss or anything until your healed.” She smirks as you whine and walks out of the room leaving you to groan and flop your head back on the bed.

A bullet may not have killed you but Clarke Griffin's teasing just might.

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simpforfandom231 · 5 months

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Mario cart wrestle PT 1

pairing: Alycia Debnam-Carey x Fem!reader

Summary: just you guys hanging out and playing some Mario Cart that turns into an Olympic sport.

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Alycia Debnam-Carey and her girlfriend Y/N were enjoying a rare day off together. The couple decided to spend their free time doing something fun and competitive, so they set up their Nintendo Switch and started playing Mario Kart. The living room was filled with laughter and playful banter as they selected their favorite characters and prepared for a gaming showdown.

Alycia chose Princess Peach, and Y/N went with Yoshi. The race started with the familiar countdown, and they were off, racing through the vibrant tracks of the Mushroom Kingdom. The room echoed with the sounds of excitement and button mashing as they jostled for the lead.

"You better watch out, Y/N! I've been practicing," Alycia teased, her fingers dancing across the controller.

Y/N smirked, "Oh please, Alycia. I've got this in the bag. Yoshi's going to leave Princess Peach in the dust!"

As they raced through Rainbow Road, the intensity escalated. The tight turns and colorful obstacles made the competition fierce. Alycia managed to pull ahead, but Y/N wasn't one to back down. She used a well-timed mushroom boost to catch up, causing both of them to burst into laughter.

The playful banter continued as they navigated through the different courses. Alycia couldn't resist throwing in a few jokes about Y/N's driving skills, while Y/N retaliated with playful jabs at Alycia's character choice.

The final lap of the last race arrived, and the tension in the room reached its peak. Alycia and Y/N were neck and neck, exchanging glances of determination. The finish line was in sight, and victory hung in the balance.

In a surprising twist, Alycia pulled off a perfectly timed boost, crossing the finish line just ahead of Y/N. The room erupted into cheers and laughter as Alycia celebrated her triumph.

"I told you, Y/N! Princess Peach for the win!" Alycia exclaimed, doing a little victory dance.

Y/N, however, wasn't as amused. She playfully pouted, crossing her arms, "This is rigged! I demand a rematch. Best two out of three!"

Alycia chuckled, "Alright, alright. But prepare to lose again, my love."

As the day went on, Alycia and Y/N's gaming session escalated into a full-blown battle. The friendly competition turned into a hilarious yet intense struggle for victory. The living room was filled with shouts, laughter, and the rapid clicking of buttons as they fought for the upper hand in the game.

Eliza Taylor, Alycia's best friend and co-star on "The 100," decided to surprise them with an impromptu visit. Little did she know, she was about to witness a spectacle she would never forget.

As Eliza entered the room, she was greeted by the chaotic scene. Alycia and Y/N, both on the edge of the couch, were practically on top of each other, feet and hands flying in every direction. It looked more like a wrestling match than a video game session.

Eliza stood there, stunned, taking in the bizarre sight before her. "Um, what is happening here?" she finally managed to ask, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Alycia, caught in the heat of the moment, looked up and grinned, "Oh hey, Eliza! We're just settling a little Mario Kart dispute. Care to join?"

Eliza couldn't help but burst into laughter at the absurdity of the situation. "This is better than any reality TV show I've ever seen," she remarked, pulling out her phone to capture the moment.

Meanwhile, the gaming battle raged on. Y/N, fueled by a desire to win, decided to take a bold approach. She playfully lunged at Alycia, attempting to suffocate her with her strategic positioning. Alycia, not one to back down, responded with a swift jab to Y/N's ribs, causing both of them to erupt into laughter.

Eliza, still recording the hilarious scene, decided to go live on social media. "You guys, you won't believe what's happening here. Alycia and Y/N have turned Mario Kart into a full-contact sport! Check this out!"

As the live stream gained viewers, fans couldn't get enough of the entertaining chaos. The comments section flooded with laughing emojis and exclamations of disbelief. Alycia and Y/N, oblivious to the online audience, continued their playful brawl for victory.

Eventually, they collapsed back onto the couch, breathless and in fits of laughter. Eliza, wiping tears from her eyes, declared, "I think we just discovered a new Olympic sport – Mario Kart Wrestling!"

The trio spent the rest of the day reminiscing about their outrageous gaming session, sharing the video with fans, and creating memories that would be talked about for years to come.

#fandom #fanfic #alycia debnam carey #eliza taylor #the 100

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yelenasdiary · 2 years

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Sending a Request

Before sending a request, please take a look at who I write for & what I am comfort and not comfortable writing. This is important and if I feel you've send a request totally ignoring something I am not comfortable with, I will delete your request.

*Sending a request doesn’t guarantee it will be written!!*

When sending a request, please state if you want Reader to be fem or GN! If you want Reader to have a penis in the fic, please mention if you want them to be Fem, GN or AFAB/AMAB.

Sorry this post is kind of long.

What I'm Comfortable Writing:

Dark Angst such as, gore, murder, kidnapping, mentions of SA, drugs, blood, childhood trauma, PTSD topics etc.

Fluff, anything and everything fluffy!!

Platonic and/or family based fics (Reader as a sibling or child).

I am comfortable writing Reader with a disability BUT, please know, I can only write what I've researched and I can never, ever, understand the struggles or what it is truly like to have *said* disability. Please take that into account if you are wanting to request Reader with a certain disability 💖

Age Regression - I'm happy to write it, if it is requested. I am not a regressor so, again, I can only write what I've researched.

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Alpha x Omega AU - I sometimes get this requested and it's fine! I'm not confident with it as I'm not a big reader on that fantasy but I love the challenge.

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Details of SA & r@pe. Like I mentioned above, I am fine with mentions but not detailing the event.

Detailed racism, I'm okay with mentions such as "So and so was racist"

Smut - Scat, incest, pedophilia, Character x Men Reader, Body Shaming, R@pe, Hate in General.

I do not write Men x Character. I'm sorry x

Who I Write For

If somebody isn't listed here it doesn't necessarily mean I won't write for them. I am open to writing for others, these are just the main people I enjoy writing for.

Fictional Characters -

Marvel -

Yelena Belova

Wanda Maximoff // The Scarlet Witch

Natasha Romanoff

Bucky Barnes

Kate Bishop

Agatha Harkness

Melina Vostokoff

Carol Danvers

+ more, just ask!

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Emily Prentiss

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Amelia Shepherd

Jackson Avery

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Jo Wilson

Arizona Robbins

Eliza Minnick

Carina DeLuca

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Amy March (Little Women, 2019)

Charlie Ross (The Little Drummer Girl, 2018)

Annie Braddock (The Nanny Diaries, 2007)

Kelly Foster (We Brought a Zoo, 2011)

Jane Banner (Wind River, 2017)

Leigh Shaw (Sorry For You Loss, 2018)

Alice Chambers (Don't Worry Darling, 2022)

Allison (A Good Person, 2023)

Lib Write (The Wonder, 2022)

Dani Ardor (Midsommar, 2019)

Katherine Lester (Lady MacBeth, 2016)

Thérèse Raquin (In Secret, 2013)

Taylor Sloane (Ingrid Goes West, 2019)

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Florence Pugh

Elizabeth Olsen

Scarlett Johansson

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Variants of characters are always welcome! 💖

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lovelyyy-luna · 3 years

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prom night

pairing: (james march x fem!reader)

fandom: american horror story: hotel

warning: body shaming, blood, murder, throwing up food, rape

word count: 2374

date: march 5, 2021

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You arrived at the Hotel Cortez around 7, the prom started at 930. So you had plenty of time to get ready.

As you walk into the lobby you see a lot of your classmates. They were in their own little bubble. You walked up to the front desk but someone rushed in front of you causing you to stumble backward.

The girl that rushed in front of you looked over at you in disgust and turned to the lady at the front desk.

“Wilson,” she said with an annoyed tone.

The front desk lady looked up at her, “excuse me?”

“Wilson,” she said again, even more annoyed.

“Are you looking for your lost volleyball? Or what?”

“Wilson! My god are you an idiot. I am Eliza Wilson!”

“How the hell was I supposed to know who you were?!”

“My father makes a lot of donations to a lot of local historical places. I'm surprised that you would speak to me that way.”

“Listen here I wouldn’t give even more fucks about you or your dad if he was the one signing my paychecks. Your room is number 66. Have a great stay!” she said with a sarcastic tone.

After Eliza left you walked up to the desk.

“Hi I have a reservation under L/N.,” you say with a smile.

She gives you a smile back and looks for your name in the book, “Ah yes L/N. you are going to be in room 77.”

She hands you the room key and you go up to the room.

It was a decent room. You didn’t mind that it was a little dingy.

You were unpacking your bag when you realized you had left your purse downstairs in the lobby.

You quickly head down and look over to the front desk and see the lady at the front desk was waving it around calling you over.

“Sorry for leaving that here.”

“No problem hon. Im Liz, Liz Taylor.” she extended her hand and you shook it.

“Im Y/N, Y/N L/N. Can I ask you something?”

Liz looked at you waiting, “What is the history of the hotel?”

A voice comes from behind you, “Why are you interested in the history, young lady?”

You jumped and turned around. You were met with a man who was tall and undeniably handsome causing you to lose your train of thought.

“Oh, um. I have an interest in the history of places like this,” you say looking around the hotel.

“Well I would love to give you a tour later if you would like,” he said with a charming smile.

“I would like that. That would be nice.”

He grabs your hand and kisses it and he walks away.

Butterflies fill your stomach and a wave of blush comes over your face.

You grab your purse and head back up to your room.

The thought of the man in the lobby kept going through your mind causing you to smile uncontrollably.

You go to the closet to where you hung up the garment bag that held your prom dress. You unzipped the cover and a piece of paper fell out. It was a letter from your mother.

y/n, today is the day that I have been waiting for. Even though you are not what I envisioned as my daughter I truly hope that you can continue the tradition of winning prom queen. I had to do lots of things to make sure that you win, so do not disappoint.

Love, mother

You just stare at the piece of paper. Tears form in your eyes and they fall.

You look in the garment bag and it was the dress that you feared. Your mother’s prom dress.

When you look at the dress you remember those weeks your mother starved you and to test that you followed her instructions she would force you to throw up, if you didn’t follow she would lock you in your room and force you to only have saltwater.

Anger flowed through your veins. You ripped the dress, screaming at the top of your lungs.

You grab the lamp that was at the bedside table and throw it at the mirror that was attached to the desk. The mirror shattered and the glass fell around your feet.

You looked at the mirror and what was left on you saw yourself distorted. It was so distorted that you saw someone behind you.

Shocked that the person didn’t go away, you turn around.

Behind you was a woman. She was tall and beautiful.

“Child, what has made you so distressed?”

“My mother. Even though she is not here she still has a way over me.”

“Follow me, dear.”

And you do. You step over the glass and exit out of your room.

You both go into the elevator, “Im The Countess. But you can call me Elizabeth.”

“Im-,” she cuts you off.

“y/n,” she walts’ into the penthouse and lays herself on the couch, “these walls talk child. Please come sit.”

You nervously walk over and sit near her, “you can sit closer if you want. I won’t bite.” she said and emphasized the word bite.

You scooch over.

“So tell me all your troubles.”

You did. You confided in her. Told her everything that your mother has done to you. What the other girls at school did, especially Eliza.

When you were done venting she looked deep in your eyes, “I sense a dark side in you. And I think tonight is the night to let it out.”

She got up and walked behind you. She told you to close your eyes and say what you want to become.

With your eyes closed, you envisioned what you wanted.

“I want to be beautiful, strong-minded, and powerful.”

You opened your eyes and she was in front of you, “are you ready to become what I already know is inside you?”

You nod and she takes you to a room that is filled with dresses and shoes.

“I don’t think I’ll fit in these dresses.”

“No child. In this room, the dress fits you.”

She closes the door and you are left in her hands.

Time goes and you have no idea what Elizabeth has done to you. You were nervous and excited.

You walk out of the room and back into the living room. There was a mirror by the door and you just stared at yourself.

The dress fit everything just right and enhanced everything that you wanted. Your face was glowing.

You turned to Elizabeth admiring her work, “I think it’s time for your prom.”

The doors opened and you walked out full of confidence.

You end up at the doors of the banquet hall. You take a deep breath and walk in. eyes fall upon you.

Your classmate’s murmur and you could honestly care less.

You end up at the bar where Liz was working.

“Oh, hon you look fabulous. I see Elizabeth’s magic worked on you as well.”

“Elizabeth helped you?”

“Hon before I was the lovely Liz Taylor, I was Nick Pryor, salesman.”

You both laugh and she fixes you a martini.

As you sit at the barstool you sense a familiar presence and look to your right, it was the man from earlier.

You both exchanged a smile and he extended his hand, “Im sorry but I don’t think I ever got your name.”

“Oh I'm Y/N L/N. and you are?” you ask him as you shake his hand.

“Im James Patrick March. I believe I asked you earlier if you’d like a tour of the hotel. Would you like to have it now?”

You look around the room, some of your classmates were dancing, others were talking in their groups. The only person that was looking at you was Eliza. She had a look of anger on her face.

You look back at James and wrap your arm around his and he takes you out of the hall.

You walk into the lobby and he whispers to you, “you look absolutely gorgeous tonight.”

You blush, “thank you I had help from a friend.”

He takes you up to the floor where you were staying on.

“This hotel is very unique from other hotels.”

“Why is that?”

“Because it has trap walls.”

“That is unique. I have to ask though how is it that you are 126 years old?”

He stopped in his tracks. “You know that I am not alive?”

“Well I did my own research on this hotel after talking with you and you popped up. Not many people survive after slitting their own throat and most people that were born in 1895 are dead by now.” you retort.

“You aren’t frightened of me?”

“Not in the slightest.”

“Come with me then.” he leads you down the hall to room 78.

He opens the door and you go in. The door closes behind you. He takes your hand and leads you to closed doors. You could faintly hear whimpers and moans.

James opens the doors and you walk in view of the bed. There was someone tied to it.

The room was barely lit but you could vaguely make out who the person was. Mrs. Curtty. She was the chaperone for the party and ran the art program back at the school.

“Do you know who she is?” James asked you.

“Yes Mrs. Curtty.” you look in her eyes fear was all you could see.

You lean down and stroke the tears away from her face.

“Seeing her like that. How does it make you feel?” he asks.

“I feel pleasure. She’s a horrible human being.”

James walks behind you and you stand to meet him.

“Darling, tell me what she has done.” his face was close to yours and his words became whispers.

“She would groom and abuse young boys. The administration swept it under the rug. And she continued. Many of the boys committed suicide and used that ‘sadness’ to manipulate their friends to get close to her.”

“Does she deserve to die?”

You nod.

“You choose my dear.” he hands you a belt full of knives.

You chose the sharpest but smallest knife.

“Why that one my dear?”

“Well because it’s sharp but it’s also small enough to dig deep into her.”

Mrs. Curtty screams louder as you both discuss the ways to kill her.

“Do you want to do it or shall I?” he says with his eyes filled with lust.

“You do it. I want to watch.”

James nods and takes the knife you suggested and climbs on top of Mrs. Curtty.

She was shaking freaking out. You shush her and she stares at you, her eyes widen.

You weren’t paying attention to James but he was paying attention to you. Lust filled his veins watching you comfort his victim.

It all happened in slow motion. You could see the life leave her eyes. It was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

He gets off of her and walks back to you. He notices the blood splatter on your face and arms. He's never seen anything so beautiful.

He wipes strands of hair away from your face and whispers close to you, “Darling I think it’s time for your crown.”

You smile and he escorts you back to the banquet hall.

You walk into the room and eyes once again fall on you. The stage was already full of the runner-ups.

“Ah miss L/N. You made it just in time. Why don’t you come to get your crown.” the announcer says into the mic.

You walk up the stage and the announcer and the runner-ups notice the blood splatter and start to back away from you. You took the crown and was about to put it on your head when “She does not deserve that crown! I do! She only won because her mom slept with the administration.”

Rage and anger once again flow through you. You walk down the stage to meet Eliza.

She took the crown from your hands and put it on her head, “This belongs to me!” she screams in your face.

You look beyond her and see mixed between your classmate’s people you did not recognize. But you felt that they were part of the hotel.

You look down at Eliza, “I'm going to give you a head start. And when I find you you're gonna regret everything.” She looks around and sees the other people that were half dead.

The other classmates noticed and started to scream and run out of the hall. They tried to escape but the front doors were locked. They had nowhere to escape.

The creatures of the hotel go after your classmates and you go after Eliza.

You see her slip into the elevator and go to your floor. When you arrive up there you decide to taunt her

“Eliza! Where are you?” you say all singsongy.

You hear her feet run along the carpet and see her run into a room. The room just so happened to be James’ room.

You walked into the room and the lights were completely off. You steady yourself and concentrate. You can hear Eliza’s whimpers come from his bedroom.

“Eliza! I hear you!” you walk into the room and see her in the corner.

You grab the knife that James had used earlier.

Eliza was crying and shaking. You wipe the tears away from her face and tell her, “It’ll all be over soon.”

You feel a sharp pain in your stomach. She had stabbed you with one of James’s knives. She stabbed you multiple times until you fell to the floor.

Blood filled your lungs. you were choking. You look up and see Elizabeth, Liz and James were looking down at you.

You died.

Eliza was still crying and shaking.

You rose up from your body and grabbed the knife you had dropped and stabbed Eliza gutting her. Her blood-soaked your heels. She fell to the floor.

You bent down and grabbed the crown off her head and placed it on your own.

You turn around and are greeted by the creatures of the hotel.

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I Need You (John Laurens x Reader)

I Need You

John Laurens x fem!reader

Angst

Warnings: Angst, yelling, cursing, divorce, arguing, pregnancy, crying, hearts breaking, I think that's all lemme know if I missed anything...

Words: 5,047

Modern day

A/N: Hey! This was a request and it was based off the monologue from Taylor Swift’s “I Knew You Were Trouble” music video. So, yeah. Also, the pictures at the end were edited by me, and yes, its pretty crappy no need to tell me.

Bold + Italic: Quote from monologue.

Italic: Flashback.

Non-Italic in middle of flashback: A word that would usually be italicized or a thought.

Regular/no italic: Present day.

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“I think…..I think when it’s all over it just comes back in flashes, you know?”

You were walking through the subway to get to the sidewalk when the soft chords of a ukulele and soft singing floated towards your ears. You stood and watched the couple; a blue haired, acne spotted guy with a beanie and glasses strumming on the uke sitting next to a ginger-haired girl, who also had acne spotted on her forehead and was wearing glasses. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun on the top of her head as she harmonized with the guy sitting next to her. When their song finished, they shared a quick kiss before people who were watching, like you, had placed money in their little uke case. The uke player said thanks as the ginger hid behind her boyfriend. You smiled as you walked away after placing some money in the case.

You saw people...drenched people...racing into the subway and stopped in your tracks, groaning. You had forgotten your umbrella. Great. You sighed, ready to speed walk through the crowded sidewalk, getting drenched, to get to this small cafe. Or you just go back home. But your coffee machine broke and you really, really needed some coffee. And Think Coffee’s coffee is your favorite, despite being a while away from your apartment. You walked towards the steps once again and just before stepping into the rain, take a deep breath. And that’s when you heard someone jogging over to you. He came from your left, you saw him on his phone earlier. He had his brown, curly hair pulled back into a ponytail. He had hazel eyes with a spark...a spark of something you couldn’t put your finger one. His face had a bunch of cute freckles dotted all over. He smiled at you.

“Where you headin’? I can share my umbrella with you. I noticed you don’t have one out already..” He told you. Well, he was really cute.

“Oh, that’s really kind. Thank you so much,” You offered him a huge smile. “I’m heading up to Think Coffee…” His smile got bigger.

��I was just heading there.” You two shared a laugh before heading out into the rain.

You ended up sitting together, talking, learning more and more about each other. You fell more and more in love with this man, which you learned his name was John Laurens. He declared that you would be his new friend and you laughed, nodding. You exchanged numbers as the rain stopped and decided to hurry home while the rain held up.

As you walked through the doorway of the cafe, you smiled to yourself.

‘Today I fell in love...and it feels fucking fantastic.’

You told John you had to get going so you could meet your other friend for lunch. You were about to touch the doorknob when you felt his hand wrap around your wrist. You turned to face him and his hands cupped your face, and his lips touched yours roughly. And you instantly kissed back.

When he pulled away, he grinned.

“Damn.” He went in for another kiss but you pushed him away slightly.

“Fuck you, you’re gonna make me late, John.” He didn’t care….he never did.

He chuckled lightly before stepping back, looking at his feet. John looked up at you after a moment and gestured to the door, silently. You nodded at him, your eyes filled with curiosity before leaving his apartment. After you closed the door, you were about to head out. But you opened the door again, and John’s grin came back before his lips were attached to yours again.

“That was a fast lunch, Y/N.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“It’s like a kaleidoscope of memories….it just all comes back.”

You set down a box in the kitchen and felt a pair of warm arms snake around you. John planted a kiss on your shoulder and rested his head there.

“Hi, I’m John. I’m in love with you.” He murmured. You spun around and softly pressed your lips against his. When you pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours.

“I love you so much, John.” He smiled and you felt his hand gently stroke your cheek.

“I love you more.” You were about to debate with him on that, but Eliza, a new friend of yours, groaned after entering the room.

“Guys, enough! It’s your apartment, help out a bit, will ya?” She still smiled at the sight of you two as she set down a box, gently. And then the rest of John’s crew, dubbed as the ‘Hamilsquad’, came in. Alex, Eliza’s fiancé and John’s best friend, was carrying two boxes. Lafayette, the kind Frenchman, was carrying three. And finally, Hercules, the tailor and Mario Kart champion of the week, was carrying four boxes. You tried not to cringe, awaiting a mess to arrive with those men and boxes. John squeezed your shoulder, trying to reassure you.

Luckily, the boxes were set down cautiously...after Angelica and Peggy, Eliza’s trusting sisters, came and yelled at the boys.

Everyone filed out to get more boxes, with Peggy and Laff bringing up the back of the group with you and John happily kissing beside John’s truck.

Peggy turned to the Frenchman, shaking her head.

“God, they’re so in love.”

You were hurrying back with Eliza from the park you two walked to. It was sprinkling and you both checked the weather on your phones to find that the sprinkles weren’t going to be the only thing in this bowl of ice cream. The thunderstorm approaching was gonna be the chocolate syrup and cherry on top.

You were both giggling as you jogged to your apartment building where the guys were hanging out. It started raining harder which insured more giggles and soaking wet clothes.

Meanwhile, back at the apartment, Laff noticed the rain.

“It’s raining.” He commented. John looked over at the window, then back at the screen where Alexander and Hercules were playing Wii Sports baseball against each other. And a second later, back at the window. His eyes widened.

“I hope Y/N is okay-”

“AND ELIZA!!” Alex interrupted his freckled friend, not looking from the screen.

So they paused the game and went down to the first floor of the building as quick as possible. Hercules saw them down the road first and pointed to them.

“Look! There they are!” It was like in the movies where everything was in slow motion for John at that moment. He looked over to where Herc pointed and saw you (and Eliza), soaking wet, laughing, running to the building. He thought you were the prettiest sight in the world.

Next thing Alex, Hercules, and Laff know, John is out the doors and racing towards you as you and Eliza grew near. He lifted you up once he got to you, making you laugh even more. When he put you down, his lips were instantly connected to yours. Thunder boomed from around you. You pulled away.

“I was worried about you, babe.” He complained, sticking his bottom lip out in a pout. You rolled your eyes, smiling.

“Come on, losers! I need to finish my baseball game!” Alex called out.

“Race ya!” You told your boyfriend before bolting towards the building.

“But he never does…”

“Seriously?! Why can’t you go on one date with me?! With just me?!”

“Fuck off, Y/N! Why can’t you left me the fuck alone?!”

“I can’t even remember the last date with just you and me was, John! Oh, maybe, like our fourth date ever?!”

“Oh my fucking god! Can’t you see that I don’t give a damn about stupid dates?!”

“OBVIOUSLY.”

“THEN FUCK OFF.” You’d be lying if you’d said this was the first argument you two have ever had. It was actually one of the calmest arguments in your rocky relationship. But it was the first time he pulled off something you’d never forget.

Tears were threatening to spill out of your eyes.

“JOHN, WHY DON'T YOU EVER LET ME TALK TO YOU?” He got up off the couch.

“You know what? FUCK YOU.” And with that he left the apartment, slamming the door behind him. You were stuck in shock. The tears were falling from your eyes and you couldn’t stop them.

It was the first time he’d actually left the apartment. You heard his truck leave the parking lot a few moments later. You sunk to the ground beside the couch.

‘I drove him away….I’m such an asshole…’

He drove to the cafe where you had gotten to know each other. It was empty, besides him and the workers. He ordered your favorite drink.

He knew he made a mistake of leaving you. He just needed time to cool off and think about things.

‘She probably thinks she drove me away…..I’m such an asshole.’

“I think a part of me knew the second I saw him that this would happen.”

You sat in John’s lap, watching the city through the window. The city lights shined through the dark night. John believed that your eyes were brighter than those lights. Brighter than the stars up above that was dimmed by the damn light pollution. Where he grew up, he sat and watched the bright stars twinkle through the night as a breeze floated past.

Your smile faded as you looked above, wishing the stars were brighter.

John’s phone rang in the background. It was probably Alex. John didn’t care. You glanced back at him, watching for him to tell you to get up. But he didn’t. He smiled.

You kissed his lips softly and he peppered your face with kisses, making you laugh.

He loved your laugh so fucking much. It was one the loveliest things he’d ever heard in his life.

‘Goddamn, I love this girl so much.’

“It’s not really anything he said or anything he did.”

“STTTRRRIIIKKEEE!” Alex said in his umpire voice.

“Ham, this is bowling, not baseball.” You commented as John sat back down in his seat after getting that strike.

“Y/N, I can do whatever I want, I’m a grownup.” He was such a dork. He picked up his bowling ball and tossed the ball down the lane, which just before being able to hit any pins, fell into the gutter and he groaned.

You leaned over to John and whispered, “Maybe Eliza should’ve gotten the bumpers for him.” And John snorted before pulling you towards him into a hug.

Peggy wanted to go to an arcade before you all went out to dinner, so you convinced everyone to go for her. While Hercules and Laff were trying to help Peggy get a cute plushie from the claw machine, Alexander went to the Wheel Of Fortune game with Eliza. You went to the Dance Dance Revolution. John stood against the wall, watching as Angelica joined you. He smiled as you held your beanie onto your head as you moved your feet in sync with Angelica’s.

“You really do love her, Jack. I can tell.” Alex’s voice rang out as Eliza ran to the ticket counter with a handful of tickets.

“I do, Alex,” He looked over at his best friend. “I love her so much.”

Alexander chuckled at his smitten friend. John looked back over at you as you laughed.

“You should ask her soon.”

“I already bought the ring.” Then, a new voice joined the duo.

“You should propose at the gazebo where we took our senior prom photos.” It was Eliza.

“Rose petals, candles. I’ve planned it out already.” John responded. Alex wrapped an arm around his wife, smiling.

You walked through the airport, waiting for him to appear into view. He couldn’t come to your hometown with you on this vacation because Washington, his boss, wasn’t going to let him have another vacation since John took you to meet his family in South Carolina two weeks before.

You missed him for the entirety of the week that you were gone. You wanted to get back to finish the wedding planning. You wanted to see his face again.

John was practically running to the spot where you said you’d be. He had been setting up the welcome home party and lost track of the time. He needed an excuse. Nothing came to his mind as he raced, trying to beat you to the spot.

Luckily for him, you weren’t there yet. He stood there, trying to come up with something. He looked up from his shoes and saw you scanning the crowd. He reached up and waved. He caught your eye. You paused, a smile creeping up your face before you maneuvered through the groups of people to him. You dropped your bags at your feet and hugged him as tight as ever, taking in his scent.

“I missed you so much.” He reminded you. You two shared a kiss and he took you to the apartment. You opened the door and were greeted by your friends, streamers, balloons, a banner, there was even a cake. Hugs were given, cake slices eaten, laughs shared, memories made.

“It...was the feeling that came along with it…”

You watched with Eliza, as the guys, Angelica, and Peggy moved furniture and boxes into the moving truck.

“You see, Alex and I moved into a house before pregnancy.” She teased.

“Mmmm,” You replied. “Good for you, then.”

It was different then. You were eight months pregnant, Eliza at nine months. You and John weren’t fighting as much. Everything was looking up.

John felt a splash of water hit his back. There was laughter from behind him.

“Guys, I’m trying to get stuff into the truck.” He complained, turning around to face his friends.

You and Eliza were giggling in the shade as Peggy hit Hercules and Alexander with more water balloons from behind a tree.

You laughed even more, and Eliza was on the verge of peeing her pants since she was laughing so hard.

Lafayette laughed as he jumped off the truck when he was hit by a balloon.

“Nope, I am not getting wet.” Angelica ran to cover.

“Look out!” Eliza giggled. You glanced at her through your aviator sunglasses. She grinned, making you do so as well.

As the sky remained clear up above, water rained from the air as they all scrambled to Peggy and her water balloons to make a water balloon battle.

It was a good day, to say the least.

“And...crazy thing is,...I don’t know if I’m ever gonna feel that way again…”

You watched as your eight-year-old daughter, six-year-old son, and eight-year-old Philip Hamilton dance around together in the living room. You glanced at your one-year-old daughter in the playpen, who was jumping up and down, wanting to join in. You smiled and John opened the door from the garage in the kitchen, carrying grocery bags.

“Hi, daddy!”

“Hi!”

“Hey, kiddos.” You reached over and picked up the pacifier from the ground from where you were on the couch. You got up and went into the kitchen to the sink.

“Hi, babe,” John greeted as he put a pack of push pops into the freezer. You hummed in response as you washed off the pacifier. “You’re still mad at me, Y/N?”

“Not now, John. We’ll talk later,” He searched your eyes. “I promise.”

He watched as you left the kitchen. He sighed and put the groceries away and listened to the laughter of the kids. Every so often there’d be a giggle from you or a soft comment to the baby. He wished you weren’t mad at him, but he did start the argument earlier, as per usual. It was about something stupid, like always. He regretted it. He regretted every time he upset you. He regrets everything, even now. Ever since the first two kids were born, you guys were back to fighting. Not as much as you used to, but there were still arguments. And instead of leaving the house like he did back at the apartment, he stayed up and watch tv until he was sure you were asleep and then climbed into bed next to you.

When the groceries were all put away, John leaned against the wall of the entrance to the kitchen, watching as you slid gracefully across the wooden floor, imitating an ice skater. Philip took your eldest daughter’s hand and they “ice skated” together and your son just hugged tight into his toy Cookie Monster.

You turned and saw your husband standing there, watching the kids and decided to stop. You took the baby from the playpen and sat down with her on the floor.

“Mooomm! Can we watch Paw Patrol?”

“Yeah, can weeeeee?”

“Sure. John?” John took that as his cue to turn on the show and he did so.

The three older kids sat down on the floor and watched the show, and John sat next to you to try to talk to you as you played with the baby.

“I’m sowwy, Y/N.” John stuck his bottom lip out and waited.

“Fine, whatever. You’re forgiven.” You laughed.

“But I don’t know if I should….”

“YOU BOUGHT A FUCKING BOAT, JOHN. YOU KNOW WE COULD’VE SAVED UP THAT MONEY.”

“WELL, SORRYYY I WANTED TO DO SOMETHING FUN.”

“YOU COULD’VE AT LEAST BOUGHT A SMALLER BOAT.”

“BUT THIS ONE IS REALLY FUCKING BADASS. LOOK AT IT.”

“John, where is it gonna go? We don’t have room here.” You lowered your voice.

“I’m sure we can find a friend whose garage is big enough. Like, Peggy!”

You gave him a small smile before finding the kids hidden in your oldest daughter’s room.

“It’s fine. We’re fine,” You tell them. The twelve-year-old, ten-year-old, and five-year-old all looked up at you from their board game. “And, as you’ve heard, there is a boat.”

“We aren’t keeping it here, are we?” You smiled at your daughter.

“Dad’s calling Peggy to see if she can keep it over there for us.”

“You sure you guys are alright?” Your son asked nervously. You sat next to them on the bed.

“I’m sure. And yes, there will be arguments in the future, but everything will be okay.”

“You wanna play with us?”

“Thanks for asking, but I’m going to start dinner.”

John told you Peggy was gonna be generous and keep it over there for you guys as you started dinner.

“Look, Y/N, I’m really sorry.”

“I understand.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder as you cooked.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, babe.”

“I know his world moved too fast and burned too bright…”

You were on the computer in the dining room when you heard the front door unlock and open. You got up and went to the living room where the front door was. You gasped and your eyes grew to be the size of saucers when you saw John after he closed the door and locked it.

“What happened?” You didn’t dare to raise your voice above a whisper. John had bruises all over his arms and shoulders and he had cuts all over. His right eye was swollen and was a purple-blue mixture, his lip was cut. Before he could answer, you raced into the kitchen for an ice pack from the freezer and wrapped it in a washcloth. You gave it to him and went to the bathroom for bandages for the cuts.

He was lying on the couch when you came back. He thanked you but ensured he didn’t need any more help.

“What happened, baby?” You asked, kneeling down beside him, ignoring his previous statement.

“Lee...he…” He paused, looking into your eyes. He brought a hand up to your cheek to wipe away the tear that was slowly rolling down. “He was talking trash about Washington. And we told him to cut it out. And he started throwing punches,” You watched his hazel eyes carefully. “Washington saw and we explained what happened. Lee was fired.”

“Were you?”

“No, ma'am.” He got you to smile.

“What’re the kids gonna think? What are you gonna tell them?”

“That I’m a superhero and I saved you from the bad guy.” You laugh softly, shaking your head.

“Dad? What happened?” Your daughter was standing in the hallway, really confused as to what the heck happened to her father.

“I was a superhero and saved Mom from the bad guy…?” He replied, full of hope that she’d believe him although she knows superheroes aren’t real.

“What are you doing out here anyway?” You interjected, tilting your head to the side slightly.

“I finished studying,” She told you, pulling her hair into a high ponytail. “But really. What happened to Dad?”

“Fight at the office.” John grinned confidently. Your eldest child frowned, upset that her father was, indeed, that stupid.

“Well, okay then,” She turned into the kitchen. “Oh, Philip wants to study over here tomorrow, can he?” She asked, her back facing you two.

“Sure.” You nod, not even caring about her lie. They’re best friends, of course they won’t be studying.

You just needed to focus on your husband then, because he was obviously in need of a lecture.

“But I just thought...how can the devil be pulling you towards someone who looks...so much like an angel when he smiles at you?”

“Yeah, well my kid is friends with his kid!” Alex told Aaron Burr, pointing to John. They often argued about who’s kid was better.

“Yeah! Like, best friends!” John added, nodding and you just looked over at Eliza, as you watched your husbands argue about your children.

“Okay, okay,” Eliza stepped in. “That’s enough for today.”

You watched as Theodosia’s car pulled into the Burrs’ driveway. The door was pulled open with the three teens, decked out in softball gear, laughing.

“Oh, hey guys!” Philip waved and your daughter looked up from Theodosia Jr.’s phone. She smiled.

“How was practice?” Alex called out, raising an eyebrow.

“Great!” Philip responded before the three of them took a selfie together. Aaron, John, and Alex all shared a glance.

“Hey, I have an idea!” Your daughter called out.

“What’s up?” Theo asked.

“Can I spend the night here?”

“Oh! Me too! Can we?” Philip looked between all the parents.

The mothers all shared a look.

“Sure.” You, Eliza, and Theodosia Sr. all agree in unison.

“I suppose.” Aaron gave Alex and John a smile.

“Why don’t you two head back and pack things for the night?” You tell them, considering you live just across the street and the Hamiltons live two houses down from you.

“Okay, here’s the plan. We go into my place and pack, then Philip’s?” Your daughter proposed, looking at her friends. They nodded and raced across the street. You laughed and John wrapped an arm around you.

“It’s like they’re eight again…” Eliza smiled.

“Don’t worry, Alexander,” Aaron patted his friend on the back. “Your son will be fine with us.”

Alex narrowed his eyes at Aaron before sighing.

“Whatever, Burr.”

The kids came running back over fifteen minutes later and you hugged your daughter. And then watched as she gave John a hug.

“Don’t do any gross things, mkay?” John whispered.

“Daaaddd.” She rolled her eyes before letting go and following her friends into the house.

“They grow up so fast.” Alexander fake cries as Eliza drags him to their home.

“Maybe he knew that, when he saw me…”

John waited to see if the rain would stop for a few moments so he could go to Think Coffee without having to open his umbrella. Alex had drank all the coffee again. Which meant there was no more coffee grounds left and this was the only good place he knew. He saw you stop dead in your tracks and he noticed you didn’t have an umbrella. And you were hot. Like, really, really hot. So, he jogged across to you and offered to share his umbrella with you. He thought you had the prettiest eyes and your voice was like music to his ears. He needed you.

And as you two sat together in that cafe, he fell more and more in love with you, as cheesy and cliché as it sounds. He felt like you were the one and he was destined to make sure you stayed with him no matter what. He watched as you left the cafe, and immediately texted his friends after you disappeared into the crowd of people on the sidewalk. He knew you were his future wife.

As you made your way through the city, he realized you made your way into his heart and you were not leaving it. It made him want you more, to say the least.

“I guess I just lost my balance…”

“Come on, don’t be like that.” John whined as you swatted him away. You were trying to wash the dishes, but he just wanted to hug you and hold you close to him.

“John, stop. I’m trying to do the dishes.” You huffed. He sighed and let go.

“Pleeaasseee, Y/N.”

“Fuck off, John.”

“Why don’t you ever wanna just take a break and cuddle or something?”

“John, I’m trying-”

“Why are you always so bitchy, Y/N?” He didn’t mean it. But he said it.

“What?” Your voice was quiet. You set down the plate you had in your hand.

“You know what, nevermind. I’ll let you do your goddamn dishes. Because those are more important than me!”

“John-”

“No, no! I get it! I should just go find something else to do since my wife won’t take a fucking break!” John shook his head. “Goddamn, Y/N. You don’t give a fuck about me, do you?”

“Don’t fucking say that, John.”

“Do you actually care about me, or do I just piss you off all the time?”

“Stop it, J-”

“Answer my question!”

“John, let me-”

“ANSWER THE GODDAMN QUESTION, Y/N.”

“WHAT DO YOU THINK IT IS, JOHN? I’M JUST WASHING THE FUCKING DISHES.”

“THE DISHES CAN WAIT.” There was a short silence.

“Fuck you.”

“You’ve done that already.”

“I think that the worst part of it all wasn’t losing him,”

The kids gripped onto you, as the truck door slammed shut. You all were in tears, all four of you. It was the day. The day you were all dreading. You just wanted to stop him from ever leaving the driveway. But he was, and that was enough to tell you it wasn’t worth it.

She grew up with hearing the fights. She grew up seeing that you were in love with him through it all. She saw the light drain from his eyes as she grew older. Her brother told her it filled her eyes whenever she saw Philip. She wanted her parents back together. She didn’t want to be with one and not the other, she didn’t want to trade off. She wanted them to be in love again.

He watched the intricate relationship you shared with his father. He noticed you were broken ever since the topic of divorce was brought up. He wanted his family to be together. He thought you worked best with your husband. He knew you wanted him back as did he. He saw the tears and wanted to tell you it was okay, like you’d done for him so many time before, but he knew that it wasn’t.

She wasn’t around as long as her older siblings, but she heard the fights as she grew older as well. She wasn’t as observant as them either but she knew that her father was broken as you were. She wanted you to know that but she had never found the way to say it. And as her father climbed into the truck to leave, she knew he was fighting all he could to stop himself from running back to them so everything would be better than before. She thought it was better before the divorce.

And as he left your driveway, you felt your heart shatter as you sunk to the ground with your kids, and a sob escaped your throat.

“It was losing me.”

Philip opens the front door, knocking as he does so.

“You guys ready?” He asks, looking at the younger two. They nod and he chuckles. You leave the dining room where boxes filled with pictures await to be sorted and enter the living room.

“Hi, Philip.” You smile.

“Hello,” He chirps. He then looks around for his best friend. “Is-”

“Hey!” She yells and races into his arms. They laugh.

“Mkay, hugs!” You remind your children and they all give a group hug. Philip joins for the heck of it.

“Bye, Mom!”

“Bye!”

“See you tomorrow!”

“Bye guys! Love you!” You close the door.

You go back to the dining room and look through all the pictures. You come across two framed pictures of John and the younger kids from a few years ago and you set them aside, looking on through the photos.

“I don’t know if you know who you are...until you lose who you are.”

You lose it and start sobbing, accidentally knocking down the framed photos and shattering them. You don’t care anymore. You are broken. You are lost without him. You need him.

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