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omgrachwrites · 9 months

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I Love You So - Dalton Lambert

Dalton Lambert x Reader

Warnings: spoilers for insidious 5, lil bit of fluff, angst, probs ooc Dalton, mentions of possessed!Dalton

Summary: After Dalton accidentally puts you in terrible danger, he makes a difficult decision.

A/N: Soooooo, I'm in love with another fictional character, never saw myself writing for this franchise! Please excuse the poor gif, this was the first one I've ever made! Hope you guys enjoy and please let me know what you think! I love you all xxx

I'm gonna pack my things and leave you behind This feeling's old and I know that I've made up my mind I hope you feel what I felt when you shattered my soul 'Cause you were cruel and I'm a fool So please let me go

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You stared at the clock on the wall behind your Professor as you willed time to go faster, you were just so restless, you needed to see him. It felt as though you hadn’t seen your boyfriend in weeks. In reality, it was only a few days, but a few days without any form of contact from Dalton felt like forever. You knew why you hadn’t seen or spoken to him, he felt guilty.

As soon as the bell rang, you packed up your things as quickly as possible, causing your friend to laugh at you. “that desperate to see your little Picasso?”

You rolled your eyes, “well I haven’t seen him for a few days, he’s been sick,” the lie fell from your lips so easily so you fooled even yourself into believing it was true, “I’ll see you later,” you waved at your friend before heading in the direction of Dalton’s dorm room on the other side of the school.

The door was open and he was standing at his easel when you walked in, his long hair loose around his shoulders. You smiled and kissed him on the cheek, “hey.”

“Hey, Y/N,” he smiled and turned to face you, letting you give him a proper kiss, paint smudged across his forehead and along the bridge of his nose. He looked so gorgeous like this.

“Are you okay? You sounded freaked when you called,” you started as you sat at the end of his bed.

He sighed and sat next to you, fiddling with the frayed material of his jeans, “I guess that I’m just worried that the door won’t stay closed.”

“We’ll get through it together, just like we always do.”

A warm hand cupped your cheek, a thumb brushing over the cut on your cheek, “it’s going to scar,” he whispered, “I can’t believe that I hurt you.”

His big blue eyes welled up with tears and you placed your hand over the one he had on your cheek, “it wasn’t you. Dalton, I love you.”

He bit his lip as he stood abruptly, his fingers tangled in his hair. You let him pace around the room in silence, it looked like he was at war with himself. Finally, he looked at you sadly, “I can’t do this anymore, Y/N.”

Your heart plummeted as you stared at him, trying to process his words, “what?”

“I can’t let what happened last week ever happen again. I won’t let it happen again.”

You stood up and walked over to him, cupping his cheeks, “it won’t ever happen again.”

“Y/N, I can’t…” he trailed off, almost breathless, “I can’t take the risk. I have to let you go, I love you.”

“Who are you to make the decision for the both of us? You can’t just end our relationship just like that,” you snapped your fingers, “just because something bad has happened!” your voice was rising now but you couldn’t help it. It was like he was giving up.

Dalton took your hands in his, “do you think that this is easy for me? Y/N, I almost killed you.”

“But you didn’t!”

“But I wanted to!” he shouted, causing you to take a couple of steps backwards, he closed his eyes for a brief moment, looking pained. When he opened them they were full of tears again, “I could feel how much he wanted to hurt you. Wanted to kill you. I love you Y/N but I can’t put you in danger again, I won’t.”

The bitter words that had sprung to your lips had died on your tongue as you saw how broken he looked, “fine,” you whispered as tears rolled down your cheeks, “it seems as though you’ve made up your mind,” he opened his mouth to reply, tears streaming down his cheeks, “I don’t want to hear it, Dalton,” your voice broke, “just stay away from me,” you sniffled and quickly left the room.

As soon as you were in the safety of your own dorm, you broke down and sank to your knees, crying into your arms, you can’t believe he would just give up.

As the weather started to get warmer your heart seemed to mend itself, it was difficult, at first it the pain was unbearable and you didn’t know how you would be able to get through it, but you did. You and Dalton virtually lived on opposite sides of the school, you didn’t have any classes together and he hated parties so you didn’t come across him. Dalton hadn’t even tried to call, but maybe that was for the best. You wouldn’t have picked up if he had.

Soon yours and Dalton’s relationship seemed like a distant memory, like something out of a summer dream and just like she had the year before, Dalton’s mom invited you to their Fourth of July party. You debated on not going but you decided that you couldn’t avoid him forever. Sooner or later you would run into him.

That’s where you found yourself at the precise moment, you were in the Lambert’s back garden, speaking with one of their neighbours. As you went to get a refill on your drink, a tall handsome figure went to stand at your side. You looked up at him, it looked as though he hadn’t slept in months and he’d cut his hair.

“I can’t dream without you,” he mumbled and you raised an eyebrow.

“I thought that was the point.”

He shook his head, “no I mean, I can’t sleep without you. I need you Y/N. I’m so sorry.”

You cupped his cheek, your thumb stroking across his skin gently, you still loved him, a part of you always would, “I can’t Dalton,” you sighed as his heart visibly broke and you stood up on your tiptoes to brush your lips against his.

That was the last time you saw him for a very long time.

#dalton lambert #insidious #the red door #dalton lambert x reader #angst #fluff #insidious the red door #insidious 5 #ty simpkins

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lambertdiary · 8 months

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can I have a dalton x reader where he has a nightmare that the lipstick demon has her trapped in the further and is either killing or torturing her and dalton wakes up from it, the reader isn’t in the bed with him so he panics and walks to her dorm knowing he won’t be able to sleep unless he knows she’s safe and when she opens the door to him he breaks down crying and she comforts him, let’s him stay over as well

A/N: omg i was so excited to write this as soon as a read it. thank you for your request!! please let me know what you think, feedback is always appreciated.

Word count: 1.7k+

Warnings: established relationship, angst, The Further, mentions of anxiety, mentions of death, language, fluffy/comforting ending

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Nightmares

It was pitch black outside and Dalton was washing his face, currently recovering from a nightmare. They are a part of him and he’s used to them by now, but lately they have been way more frequent… and terrifying. The worst part was not knowing if these ‘nightmares’ were actually nightmares or if his soul was wandering around in a different realm, leaving his body unguarded.

He unusually kept stuff like this to himself though, when he was younger he did it cause he didn’t think adults would understand or even believe him, but now it was just easier to stay silent rather than have people worry or feel sorry for him.

He looked at the time. It was 11:30 PM, meaning he still had a lot of time to sleep. ‘Good’, he thought, walking back to his dorm and wrapping himself around the sheets once he found the comfort of his bed. It didn’t take long for him to fall back asleep, almost having a peaceful night until a cold breeze went through his body, sending chills down his spine. He opened his eyes thinking was still in bed, but the pure darkness surrounding him proved him wrong.

He started to sweat, looking around him trying to decipher if this was another one of his bad dreams, praying it was. But this time, he had a bad feeling.

He closed his eyes in an attempt to wake up, but when he felt something tug the hem of his sweatpants he opened them again and tried to escape, failing and falling on his back. Luckily he spotted a bright light appear next to him, so he grabbed the lamp and brought it closer to the entity, making it crawl away.

Dalton could feel every emotion turn into fear, making it really hard for him to think properly. His hands were shaking and the light wasn’t doing a very good job at making things less scary, everything around him was still… nothing. But whatever his situation was he knew he had to find a way out.

He felt his feet getting heavier with every step and his typically anxious self feeling worse than ever.

He was about to find the way back to his body, having memorized most of the paths by now, but a loud scream stopped him. A scream he was terrified to admit he knew who it was from. He froze there, almost as if he was trying to convince himself that none of it was real and his mind was playing dirty tricks on him. But there it was again, this time a lot louder and the terror more evident.

He knew exactly where it was coming from too. Suddenly a red door appeared before him. Dalton approached it slowly, carefully. It has been a while since the last time he saw said door but the memories that came with it lingered in his mind constantly. He forced the door open and he heard loud stomps coming from somewhere. His heart was racing and his breathing was complicated. He didn’t wanna find out what he knew he was about to but if his suspicions were right, then he had to do something and it had to be quick.

When he fully entered the lair he examined every corner of it, eventually getting to a dark space, darker than every other part of the room. But thanks to the weak blaze of a candle he was able to see someone inside a cage.

“Y/N!” He screamed. But before he could get to her, he felt a hand grab him by his ankle, making him fall and dragging him away and back to the door. He grabbed onto something on time, stopping him from being expelled from the wicked hole.

Dalton waited for the hand to let go of him, eventually standing up but for some reason he was unable to move. Then for a moment everything was calm, almost too calm. No eerie sounds coming from anywhere, no wails from trapped souls and no demons in sight. But after a while, he heard a song echo through the demonic cave. That damn song.

Dreadful memories started to flood his mind when he saw the demon that has been stalking him his entire life. He was holding big heavy chains as he walked to the corner where his girlfriend was trapped. He wanted to run and save her, but a force was still keeping him there.

Once he lost sight of it, he struggled to break free from whatever was forcing him to remain motionless, trying to call out her name but his voice vanished thanks to the anxiety that overtook him. After a few more tries he started moving again, and as he got closer he felt like his heart was about to explode out of his chest. With every step everything got louder, including Y/N’s screams.

At the last turn he spotted both of them. A cold, tight knot formed in his gut as he recognized what was happening. The Red-Faced entity was pinning her down as he chained her to the cage, his grasp so hard he could see wounds form on her skin. His shaky breath must have alerted him of his presence, and as soon as he made eye contact with it he could see a devilish smile form on his face. His long and filthy hands began to move to her neck, positioning there and applying an inhumane force that could kill her within seconds “Y/N!”

He woke up abruptly, gasping loudly as he tried to steady his breathing. He grabbed his phone and checked the time again. 3 AM. He started calling Y/N and sending her a million messages, all of them went unanswered. On a normal night he would understand, he didn’t expect his girlfriend to pick up at 3 AM, but right now he needed her to answer. He needed to know she was in her room, safe and sound.

Quickly, he put on a hoodie and shoes, he ran out of his dorm as fast as he could, still trying to get a hold of her over the phone. Nothing.

“Fuck” He muttered to himself.

Once he finally entered the building he ran up the stairs not having time to wait for the elevator, sprinting through the hallways until he was standing outside of her door. He was desperate to know if she was okay, but at the same time he didn’t wanna sound insane and creepy, so he opted for not so loud knocks, it was 3 AM after all.

But nothing was happening. He kept trying but his plan wasn’t working “Y/N?” He softly called out her name. Getting desperate, he began to knock louder and louder. Gradually turning into something he was sure the entire building could hear.

At this point, he was knocking so hard he thought he broke one of his fingers but that was the least of his worries. He saw the door open, but it wasn’t Y/N “Where is she?”

“What the fuck?” Annie (Y/N’s roommate) asked, confused and absolutely furious “Do you know the time?” She was raising her voice, which Dalton understood completely, but he was angry that she didn’t understand his reasons.

“Who is it, Annie?” The only voice he wanted to hear came from inside, and Dalton could feel the life coming back to his body.

“Oh my god, Y/N, you’re okay” He ran inside and practically jumped on her bed, hugging her and kissing her face.

“Yeah I’m okay, are you okay?” She sounded tired, but worried “Dalton?”

“I’m sorry” He broke down crying. He let out all of the tears he had been holding from the moment he woke up.

“Dalton stop, talk to me” She grabbed the sides of his face forcing him to look at her, glancing at the tears on his eyes. She was starting to panic now “Oh my god, Dalton, you’re shaking”

“I will never let anything bad happen to you”

“Dalton, please tell me what’s happening. You’re scaring me”

“Listen, I understand this is a hard time for you guys but you can’t have your psycho boyfriend come pounding on the door at fucking 3 AM, I have a big test in the morning” Annie tried really hard to hold back her insults. She liked Y/N, they were good friends but no amount of friendship could excuse this.

“I’m sorry, Annie” Y/N responded, still holding Dalton’s head and brushing his tears away.

“Whatever, I’m going upstairs” She responded annoyedly, dragging her blanket across the floor as she exited the dorm.

Once they were alone, Y/N returned her attention to his boyfriend “Dalton-”

“I had a nightmare that you… that you were trapped and I couldn’t save you” He was still crying, which made it difficult for Y/N to fully understand what he was saying.

“Dalton, look at me, breathe for me?” She placed a hand on his chest, where his heart was, and started breathing slowly, inhaling and exhaling, waiting for him to do it with her.

Dalton mirrored her and finally began to calm down, his breath was steadier and his heartbeats went back to normal “I had a nightmare, I saw you trapped in The Further and I tried to save you but it was too late-” She would never tell him that, but she was freaked out by the words that were coming out of his mouth. She knew none of it was real but knowing these things truly exist and something like that could potentially happen made her tremble.

“Baby, I’m okay” She interrupted him, hugging him tightly and slowly caressing his back in an attempt to comfort him “It was just a bad dream, okay?”

“I know but it felt too real, I had to make sure you were okay”

“Well, I am, don’t worry Dalton, it’s over now” He held her for a while, the fear leaving his body and calmness replacing it.

“Wanna stay with me tonight? Wanna cuddle?” He nodded and waited for his girlfriend to hold him. He held her tight as if someone was trying to rip her away from him. Scared that something like that might happen.

“I’m sorry I woke you up” Y/N hummed in response, letting him know it was okay “I’m sorry Annie is mad at you”

She chuckled “I’m pretty sure you are the one she’s mad at”

“I can live with it"

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im-not-important · 2 months

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Oh no the tragic gays are fighting

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beelebee · 2 months

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His hair could represent Narinders divinity, in a way.

Floating and moving gracefully, with no apparent order or direction. Like sea waves, made of the finest ambrosia that only a god could drink. It was the only thing he liked about being chained for eternity, how much his hair had grown and how much movement it had thanks to his own power.

But when he was defeated and his godhood was ripped away from him, that too disappeared.

It was strange, to feel the actual weight of his hair instead of the chains, falling down his back and touching the ground until it dragged.

It fell over his face the first few days he lived in the cult after leaving the healing bay, and he fiddled with it quite a bit. After locking himself in the shelter the Lamb had given him, he could only contemplate what his hair looked like now that it had lost that divine distinctiveness.

It was sickening.

And today, in "I can't stand Angst, unless I'm the one doing it" I bring you a little drabble from my Narinder along with a drawing that took me longer than I would have liked to finish it. Here is more context on this AU

I write fanfiction, so expect more of this in the future.

You can also ask me anything, I would love to interact a lot more around here!

#cotl #cotl lamb #cult of the lamb #cult of the lamb fanart #cotl fanart #cult of the lamb lambert #cult of the lamb narinder #narilamb #narinder x lamb #cotl narinder #cotl fanfic #cotldrabble #drabble #angst

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augustinxxz · 3 months

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#amnesia the bunker #frictional games #amnesia game #augustin lambert #angst #oh boy

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fluentmoviequoter · 6 months

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Is it Fun?

Trick or Treat Thursday, October 19, 2023

Fic-tober Masterlist

Summary: Dalton has been avoiding you and you want to know why.

Warnings: angst (sorry. sort of.), brief mention of possessed Dalton. 0.5k words.

A/N: Sorry this is so short! I used the prompt "Is it fun? Is it fun to see me hurt?" I'm also going to apologize in advance; you'll see.

Everything seemed to be going fine with Dalton. You were friends turned a little more than friends, but then he started ditching you after making plans. Heartbroken and nervous about what you’ll find, you decide to visit him after the second week of not seeing him. The last time Dalton did something like this, acting out of character, he was possessed by a creature from the Further and tried to kill you. Hoping that this is different, you knock on his door.

Dalton opens the door, showing no emotion as he looks at you and asks, “What are you doing here?”

“I- uh- I just wanted to ask what’s been going on? I mean between us; it feels like something happened, maybe, but I don’t know what.”

“Did you think that maybe I just didn’t want to see you? Because that’s what happened: I didn’t see a reason to keep seeing you. Just as I don’t know any reason why you’d be here now.”

“Well,” you begin, shifting your feet and tucking your hands behind your back. “You made plans with me, then didn’t show up, so I thought-“

“Yet you didn’t take the hint,” Dalton snaps.

“You could’ve just told me you didn’t want to see me anymore,” you say.

Dalton rolls his eyes and turns back to his drawing pad.

“Is it fun, Dalton?” you ask, not ready to walk away from him yet, desperate for answers. “Is it fun to see me hurt?”

Dalton laughs, and you can feel your heart breaking, the cracks growing with each moment.

“You know what,” he says, looking into your eyes and smiling widely. “It is. It is fun.”

Part of you begs to stay, to find out what’s happening. That tiny voice wants to ensure he’s okay and the door is still closed, but it hurts too much. So, you leave. You rush out of his dorm, hoping that you’re dreaming or that more is happening.

When you return to your dorm, you see the pictures of you and Dalton are face down. Righting them, you try not to think about how they were moved to that position. You start crying and sink to your floor, pulling your knees up as you think about what happened.

“It is fun.”

All you can hear is Dalton’s parting words; not even your own sobbing can break through the repetition of that phrase. You want to call Dalton or Chris and plead with them to tell you how to fix it, how to stop hurting, and make them let you back in. But chances are, if Dalton ignores you, Chris will, too. Something moves in the shadows, or you think it does, but that’s probably your brain trying to convince you that the boy you saw back there isn’t Dalton. You don’t believe it, even as you cry and wish you knew what you did to deserve this.

Maybe Dalton Lambert is only here to hurt you, and you’ll never know why.

#fluentmoviequoterfictober23 #dalton lambert x reader #dalton lambert angst #dalton lambert fic #dalton lambert imagine #dalton lambert #insidious #insidious the red door #fem!reader

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pey-hey555 · 9 months

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A small Dalton Lambert X Reader imagine

Angst

(Also inspired by the song “Come Home Soon” By the Intruders🫧🤍)

You sat in your dorm room with Chris, Studying a book for the course you were taking.

To be honest, You weren’t quite paying attention to what you were doing as your mind kept leading off into a sad state. Unfortunately, Dalton had broken up with you after a heated argument about the further and how he shouldn’t have put you into danger but you kept arguing back, telling him that it was okay. After that, He finally said those 5 words in one sentence, The words nobody would want to hear in a relationship.

“I’m breaking up with you.”

So every night, You sit in your dorm room, Wondering how he is doing.

#dalton lambert #dalton lambert x reader #insidious the red door #insidious #angst

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7-ferrets-in-a-coat · 24 days

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Chucks some angst your way bcs i was bored

Based off of that time that one of my wives got posessed by Sin bcs i didnt know too much sin would do that </3

#artists on tumblr #digital art #cult of the lamb #cotl lambert #angst!!!yeah!!!

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tidelambertfishdad · 2 months

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Why don't you try harder to keep the boys safe? they are getting seriously hurt all the time and aren't you supposed to be responsible for them?

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I swear- I try- I try to keep them safe. They shouldn’t be taking the hits, they shouldn’t be- but they are- because I haven’t been there- and I’m so sorry- and I’ve been trying my best to be there for my boys- I promise I’m trying.

I’ll do better I promise.

#in character #jrwi prime defenders #tide lambert #jrwi tide lambert #TIDE ANGST #jrwi show #jrwi #prime defenders #jrwi rp

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omgrachwrites · 8 months

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You're My Person - Dalton Lambert

Pairing: Dalton Lambert x Reader

Warnings: mentions of sex, angst, fluff

Summary: Everything falls apart when Dalton realises your whole relationship was built on a lie.

A/N: This is a pretty long one, it ended up being quite fluffy but I hope that makes the angst hurt more! I know that pledging happens before you join a sorority but for the sake of the plot I've changed it up! My requests are back open so if you'd like to request something or if you want to just scream about Dalton with me my asks are always open! I hope you guys enjoy this and please let me know what you think, I love you all! xxx

You were studying in your dorm room, a text book was open on the bed in front of you as you read the text, you weren’t going to remember all of this. One of your hands was running through your boyfriend’s hair, lightly scratching with your nails. He groaned from where he lay in your lap. Dalton began fiddling with his fingers as he rested his hands on his stomach. He was getting fidgety and you knew exactly what he wanted.

“Y/N,” he whined as he leaned up to kiss your neck, working his way up to your cheek, leaving sweet little kisses against your skin.

“Hmm?” you hummed, barely feeling his soft lips as you read through the text on the page.

He said your name again as he looked up at you with pure love shining in his blue eyes, “you’re like, really beautiful,” he murmured.

You laughed as you looked down at him, his face was flushed and his bottom lip was captured between his teeth, his long hair splayed around his head like a halo. He looked so good, “and you’re needy.”

He groaned as he blushed an even deeper shade of pink as he threw an arm over his eyes, “can you blame me?” he uncovered his eyes to peek up at you, “can you blame me when you’re my girlfriend?” he looked up at you with puppy dog eyes.

Dalton was shy so you knew that he wouldn’t come out and tell you he needed you. You leaned down and kissed him softly, he sighed against your lips and when he tried to deepen the kiss you pulled away with a smirk, “if I can just get through this page, I’ll make you feel good, okay?”

“Okay,” he replied in a small voice.

About 15 minutes went by and the only sound in the room was the scratching of your pen as you made your notes.

Dalton spoke up, making you pause, “thank you for being so cool, about me not wanting to come to the party.”

You looked down at him, “baby, I know how much you hate those parties, I’d never force you to come.”

People would say that you and Dalton were an odd pairing, you were an extroverted sorority girl who loved to party. Dalton however, was an introverted artist who couldn’t think of anything worse than frat parties. You decided to live off campus but not in the sorority house though, you hated living with a load of people, especially girls.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too angel,” you grinned.

Dalton was very patient while you finished off your studying and when you gave him what he wanted he was very eager. A little later, you and Dalton were breathless and spent as he leaned his head against your chest while you ran a hand through his hair. He hummed slightly at your touch as he closed his eyes and you wrapped your arms around him tighter.

“Do you want to stay the night? My roommate is staying with her boyfriend.”

Dalton sighed, “I would love to but me and Chris have our weekly pizza night thing,” you giggled, loving how close they were.

Dalton stayed for a little while before he really did have to go, he gave you a sweet kiss as he left. He walked down the darkening streets with his hands shoved in his pockets, feeling on top of the world after spending some time with you. As he walked past the sorority house he saw your best friend typing on her phone. He mustered up all the courage he had in order to speak to her. He had never met her before but he didn’t want to be rude, he was certain you would have told your best friend about the relationship.

“It’s Abby, right?” he spoke quietly.

The red headed girl looked up at him, a look of disinterest on her face, “yeah,” she raised an eyebrow, “who wants to know?”

He was a little taken aback by the cold tone of her voice but he continued all the same, “I’m Dalton?” it came out as more of a question, “Y/N’s boyfriend.”

At his words, Abby’s eyes widened in surprise as she smirked slightly, “oh, so she chose you did she? Hmm, I must say that she didn’t really try did she? I mean, you look like the type of boy who would fall in love with her if she did so little as smile at you. Have you had sex yet?”

Dalton’s mouth dropped open at her question, “I’m sorry but how is that any of your business?” he really had no idea what she was talking about, her words were awfully cryptic.

Her smirk widened, “talk to Y/N about it, my Uber’s here,” she gestured at the car pulling up, “goodnight, Dalton.”

School was so busy in the days to follow so between finals and family life you didn’t have the time to see Dalton as much as you would like. Finally, you both had some time to have dinner and a movie, you would be staying at Dalton’s dorm that night. There was something up with Dalton, you could tell. Dalton had always been a clingy boyfriend – not that you had ever minded – but it seemed as though something was wrong.

He’d hardly touched you at all and he was offering one word answers to your questions, it was like your first date all over again. Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore and you had to speak up.

“Dalton, what’s wrong?”

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “I’m sorry.”

You shook your head as you gave him a sweet quick kiss, “you don’t have to apologise, I just want to know what’s on your mind.”

“I saw your friend, Abby, the other night and she kinda said something weird.”

You paused and turned to look at your boyfriend, “what did she say?”

Dalton shrugged, “she asked if we’d had sex yet and she said something about the fact that you weren’t really trying. I dunno, she was being really cryptic.”

You sighed and bit your lip, you had to tell him the truth, you wished that you could keep it a secret but he would find out sooner or later. It was better if he heard it from you.

“There was a requirement, after we joined the sorority, like some sort of pledge,” you began as you fiddled with your fingers and Dalton nodded at you to continue, “we had to sleep with a virgin, be their first time.”

Dalton huffed out a laugh, clearly thinking that you were joking, when he realised you weren’t, his eyes widened as he put two and two together, “that frat party where we met,” he mumbled, looking hurt, “the one that me and Chris went to. You were so nice.”

“Dalton,” you started and rushed forwards but he held up a hand to stop you.

“Is this what I was the whole time? Just some stupid game?” his forehead was creasing as tears filled his blue eyes.

“What? No, of course not!” you sighed, “at first, yeah you were just a tool to complete the requirement but as we spent more time together, I fell for you, Dalton. I wanted to stop it.”

“Did you? Did you even try to stop it?” when you said nothing, he scoffed, “how did you even know that I was a virgin?”

“I heard you having the conversation with Chris and it was kind of obvious, the way you reacted when we met.”

Tears were now streaked down Dalton’s cheeks and you felt your heart break, “I wanted my first time to be special, you’re my first proper girlfriend, you know,” he let out a hollow laugh.

“Dalton,” you reached for him and he backed away, “let’s talk about this. This doesn’t have to be a big deal,” as soon as the words left your lips you knew that you’d said the wrong thing.

Dalton’s face completely shut down and there was a cold look in his eyes that you’d never seen before, “it doesn’t have to be a big deal? Y/N, our whole relationship is built on a lie! Although, I guess its partially my fault, I didn’t listen to Chris when she said it was a mistake. You hurt me, Y/N and you don’t get to decide you didn’t just because you feel guilty.”

He looked angry now, with tears streaming down his cheeks and your heart twisted with guilt and pain, “I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry? You obliterated my heart and all you can say is sorry? Tell me something, would you have even looked at me twice if I wasn’t part of your little game?”

You decided that lying to him again would not be the best course of action so you settled for the truth, “no,” you whispered, “probably not,” you would have thought he was cute, but back then you were way too shallow. You wouldn’t have got to know him if you hadn’t had to, Dalton had changed you.

He scoffed and shook his head, momentarily squeezing his eyes shut, allowing more tears to fall, then his face completely changed. He clutched at his hair but there was no expression on his face, “you know what, it’s alright,” he shrugged and you frowned, “everything is temporary, I guess this was just one of those things.”

Your heart broke as your tears fell and you felt a pressure behind your eyes as you realised what he was saying, “are you breaking up with me?”

Dalton swallowed as he looked up at you, a pained look on his face, “yes, I thought I’d found my person, but Y/N, you’re not her,” he sniffled.

“Dalton, please,” you whispered.

He shook his head, “I need you to go, please leave,” he opened the door to his dorm.

With silent tears escaping your eyes, you grabbed your stuff and walked to the door, stopping in the doorway, “I’m so sorry, Dalton, I never meant to hurt you,” he refused to look at you but you heard a choked sob escape his mouth as he closed the door.

That night and every night after for about a week you cried yourself to sleep, wishing that you hadn’t been so shallow. The texts and calls to Dalton stopped after a couple of days when you realised he wasn’t going to answer. One day, there was a knock on your door and your spirits lifted a tad, hoping it’d be Dalton. You pulled the door open to find Chris behind it, holding a cardboard box.

“You look terrible,” she commented, “way worse than Dalton and I didn’t even think that was possible.”

“How is he?”

“You broke his heart, Y/N, how do you think he is? I want to kick your ass right now but you look miserable enough. But, I’m not here to talk about Dalton, I came to drop off the stuff you left in his dorm, he obviously didn’t want to do it himself.”

You nodded sadly as you let her in, you ran around your apartment gathering up his things, and as you opened a drawer you saw the oversized baseball shirt that you liked to sleep in. You left it where it was and handed Chris the stuff.

“I never meant to hurt him, Chris.”

“But you did. Nothing is ever gonna change that.”

A few weeks later, you were in the library and you crossed paths with Dalton. His eyes were red and his long hair was messy but he looked as beautiful as ever, “Dalton,” you breathed.

He laughed a little as he nodded at your – his – shirt, “I was wondering where that had gone.”

“Yeah, um, I’m sorry. I’ll give it back.”

Dalton waved away your words, “no need, it always looked better on you anyway,” he smiled weakly, “I heard you left the sorority. Why?”

“Because nothing is worth losing you over,” you sighed.

Dalton bit his lip, “can I ask you something?” when you nodded, he continued, “was our – my – first time real? Did it mean anything to you?”

You nodded, “it meant everything to me, by then it wasn’t a game anymore, I was really falling for you.”

He sighed, “I miss you, Y/N, I hate the fact that I miss you. I never thought I’d be able to get over it, but these past couple of months have made me realise that I’m not angry anymore. I just need my best girl back,” he reached out and stroked your cheek and you felt hope blossom in your chest, you had missed him so much.

“Really, why?”

“Because, you’re my person angel, you not being in my life made me realise that. Can we try again?”

Tears slipped down your cheeks, you couldn’t quite believe it was him begging you to try again, he shouldn’t have to do that. You were the one who had hurt him. But you nodded all the same and he rushed forward and wrapped you in his arms, lifting you off the floor. Being in his arms made you feel like you were home again. You cried into his shoulder and he held you tighter.

“Please tell me you forgive me,” you mumbled into his shoulder.

He pulled away slightly and cupped your cheeks, the pads of his thumbs wiping away your tears, “of course I forgive you, darling, please don’t cry. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too.”

He smiled and kissed you softly, “we’ll get through this together. I promise.”

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Sorry Won't Fix This

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A/N: I decided to join @omgrachwrites 's 2K followers celebration! Congrats friend on this amazing milestone, I hope you like this! I went for the angst prompt "sorry won't fix this" since I don't think I've posted enough angst. I'm sorry if this is confusing and messy, I don't know what happened. also I was heavily inspired by this gif and that whole scene.

Word Count: 2.2k+

Warnings: angst, alcohol consumption, language, lots of dialogue

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It was New Year’s Eve and the three friends were making their way through the crowded hallways. They had just arrived at the party and the big mansion looked like it couldn’t hold one more person. It was a big deal apparently, one of the rich families in town were the hosts of the celebration, they were famous for their incredible parties and it seemed like they went bigger every year, so being invited was a ‘once in a lifetime opportunity’, as some would call it.

Chloe, the youngest daughter of the family, went to the same school as them. She was beautiful, cool, interesting and had a lot of friends who constantly got invited to her parents’ home. Chris and Y/N didn’t know the girl but Dalton did, and she asked him to bring his friends. They were of course very excited to be there but the hundreds of drunk people bumping into them made it a little overwhelming.

“I don’t wanna get drunk tonight” Y/N said as soon as they found the alcohol.

“It’s New Year’s Eve, why do you care?” Chris asked, raising her voice so that her friends could hear her.

“I don’t know, there’s too many people here and I basically know no one” Y/N was looking around trying to find a familiar face “Plus, someone should stay sober”

“If that’s what you want” Chris replied, shrugging her shoulders “Dalton, take a shot with me”

“Uh-” He hesitated “Maybe I should be the sober one tonight”

“No, drunk Dalton is more helpful than sober Dalton for some reason” He rolled his eyes and took the tiny glass from Chris “You were the one who got invited to this party anyway, it would be rude if you didn’t get wasted tonight”

Dalton nodded. Maybe Chris had a point, he wouldn’t wanna appear rude in front of everyone, especially not in front of Chloe. He took that first sip like he has never had alcohol before, making a disgusted face and a weird noise.

“Don’t be dramatic” Chris said, rolling her eyes and handing him another shot.

“I’m gonna find food” Y/N said as she saw her friends determined to get plastered before midnight. The second shot went down a lot easier for both of them, and eventually, after many many weird combinations, any drink tasted like water. They swore they were fine, that they were not drunk at all, even though Y/N spotted them dancing. It was like they didn’t have a care in the world and their only purpose was to get lost in the beat, which wasn’t hard to believe for someone like Chris, but Dalton? He would never do something like that, especially not in front of hundreds of people.

Y/N was holding a soda while she kept an eye on her friends, talking to a lot of people and occasionally joining them on their dancing. The whole party was really impressive, there were waiters everywhere, unlimited food and drinks, a massive pool and even some entertainment every now and then. She has never been to a party like that and she was curious to meet the person that invited them there in the first place.

Hours went by and Y/N looked at the time. 11 PM. One more hour until midnight. Everyone around her was having a great time, she was too but she was starting to regret her decision of not drinking anything. Waiting for the new year to come with her closest friends at a party like this called for a drink, even if it was just one. She wanted to tell Chris about her one drink but as soon as she found her, she grabbed her hand and started guiding her through the people

“I need to find a bathroom” Chris said. They walked through the many hallways until they finally found a bathroom.

Chris went in but kept the conversation going “Where’s Dalton” Y/N yelled.

“I don’t know, with Chloe and her friends I think”

“Oh, did you meet them?”

“I did, I’m sure they’re nice but it’s hard to understand what they’re saying with so much alcohol in their systems”

“You’re one to talk” Y/N joked, and Chris opened the door dramatically.

“I’m not drunk, and even if I was, I think I’m really good at hiding it” Chris started walking back to the party, Y/N following her.

“I would like to disagree”

“You’re not allowed to”

They went back to the dance floor, finding a lonely Dalton dancing with passion, stumbling as he tried to stop himself from falling. They danced with him for a while and then tried to convince him to go wash his face before midnight, but he refused. Y/N decided to get him some water, that would definitely help her drunk friend. She went to find some water for Dalton and an alcoholic drink for herself, and after a moment she made her way back. It was nearly midnight and she wanted to be with Chris and Dalton when the clock hit 12 AM. Unfortunately, with everyone at the party gathering outside getting ready for the count down, Y/N lost sight of them, they weren’t on the dance floor where she left them. She assumed they were in the garden, where the big screen with the time was, so she walked around for a while to look for them but gave up when she noticed how hard it would be to spot them in the massive crowd.

She did see a familiar face though, Chloe “Hey” She approached her with a friendly smile.

Chole looked a little drunk, just like anyone else there, but she returned the smile “Hi! I’m Chloe” She said, hugging Y/N.

“I know, I’m Y/N” She replied, hugging her back and breaking it after a moment.

“Pretty! I love your name”

“Thanks” Y/N smiled at her, happy that she finally met the famous Chloe “I’m here with Dalton”

“Oh yeah, Dalton, I was just with him. He looks like he’s having a really good time. Are you enjoying the party?”

“Yeah, I am. This place is amazing” She looked around and admired the expensive art on the wall “Anyway, how do you know Dalton?”

“He painted me once” Oh.

“Oh, cute” She forced a smile.

“Yeah, he’s so talented” Chloe smiled again, and her smile made Y/N realize why they were invited to the party “Don’t you think?”

“He is, definitely” Y/N wasn’t being mean, but she felt guilty for reacting this way, Chloe was really nice and it wasn’t at all her fault, Dalton could so whatever he wanted anyway “Listen, I’m gonna go find my friends but thank you”

“Any time!” She left and Y/N chugged the drink she was holding. Looking at the time again she realized there were five minutes left of the current year. She had to be quick if she wanted to find them before midnight.

Was she jealous? Maybe. Y/N and Dalton had a rather complicated history. They have known each other for a couple of years now and are definitely good friends. It wasn’t always like that, though. The first year of their ‘friendship’ consisted of hooking up and regretting it, they tried to be something more but it always ended badly. Whether it involved trust issues, constant jealousy, lack of effort or even meaningless arguments, they never found a way to work through their problems.

Y/N still had feelings for him, they never went away but she didn’t wanna keep trying, not when Dalton didn't feel the same way. Truth is, he did feel like that, he constantly thought about her but whenever he tried something it went nowhere, so he just gave up on her. They were so oblivious of each other’s feelings.

“Chris, have you seen Dalton?” Y/N asked when she finally found her.

“Uhh-” Chris scanned the people around her and was about to say no, but then she saw him.

Ten

Nine

Her reaction was really obvious, making Y/N immediately direct her attention to where she was looking.

Eight

Seven

Dalton and Chloe were together, really close to each other. She had her arms around his neck and he was holding her waist. Looking down at her with those eyes.

Six

Five

“I’m sorry Y/N” Chris whispered before hugging her.

Four

Three

She wanted to look away, but just couldn’t for some reason. Why would she want to hurt her own feelings like that?

Two

One

“Happy new year!” Everyone yelled at the same time.

Y/N closed her eyes and held Chris tighter, whispering “Happy new year”

She dared to look back at Dalton and Chloe, wanting to confirm her suspicions. And they were right. They were kissing deeply, and a few of Chloe’s friends were hyping them up.

She wanted to cry but that is not how she wanted to start the new year, and she was mad at herself for not trying to fix things with him before it was too late “I’m gonna go find more alcohol” She told Chris.

“Y/N come on, don’t let Dalton ruin tonight”

“He didn’t, I just want another drink” Y/N said before leaving, Chris wanted to follow her but she felt a hand on her shoulder.

“Happy new year!” Dalton said, leaning in for a hug.

“What the hell, Dalton?” Chris took a step back “Why did you abandon us? I thought we agreed to be together for the countdown” She was mad.

“Sorry, I was just with-”

“Good job, now we’re gonna leave. You should stay, though”

“What? Why?”

“I’m gonna go find Y/N” Chris rolled her eyes and went back into the mansion.

Dalton followed her. He was a little confused, why was she mad? Were they both mad? He was about to ask her but he saw Y/N going back to the garden “Y/N!” He yelled, but the music was too loud. He walked behind her and touched her back when he was close enough.

“Happy new year” Dalton smiled, but it quickly faded when he saw her eyes “Everything okay?”

Y/N looked at him with storms in her eyes “Is that why we came here?”

Dalton stayed silent for a moment “I don’t know what you’re talking about”

Y/N didn’t know if she should tell him, they weren’t together so why should she care? He for sure didn’t so maybe it was time she let him go “It doesn’t matter, I’m leaving” She started walking but Dalton stopped her.

“Please tell me what happened”

“I shouldn’t-” She said, walking again “Just forget it, okay?”

Dalton finally understood why she was acting like that “Is this about Chloe?”

“I said forget it”

“Why do you always do this?” That made her stop on her tracks and turn around to face Dalton.

“Do what?”

“Come to me yelling about us when you have made it clear you want nothing with me”

“I never said that”

“But that’s what you always imply, I make moves and you push me away. You say you’re not ready for a relationship but-”

“But what?”

“You- I’m the only one you reject, every time. And now this is my fault somehow?”

Y/N scoffed “You know damn well how I feel”

“No I don’t, Y/N, and that’s the problem”

“Well, that’s your problem. You never listen to me, not then and not now”

“I did- I do” He stammered, running a hand through his hair, unsure of what to say “I just wanna understand”

“Understand what?”

“What happened to us” He got closer to her and tried to hold her hand, but Y/N didn’t allow it.

“You know what happened, you and your million reasons to simply not care about me, about us, or our relationship. Dalton, you made it so fucking hard”

“So you’re just tossing out blame and washing your hands”

“You have no idea how hard I tried to save us”

“Did you really? Then why did you insist on picking every little detail to fight with me?”

“Because I cared”

“Cared? So you don’t anymore?” Y/N didn’t say anything, scared to make things worse between them “Then why are you so mad that I kissed Chloe?”

“Because I love you”

“Stop lying to me” Dalton was loud this time, too loud.

She stared at him and Dalton didn’t say anything. She couldn’t believe he just raised his voice at her. He quickly realized and was about to apologize but Y/N interrupted him “Don’t even bother, happy new year” Y/N started walking again, repeating in her mind that she needed to find Chris.

“Y/N, I’m sorry”

“Sorry won’t fix this, it won’t fix any of this”

“Then I don’t know how to fix it”

She turned around again “Maybe you can’t, not this time”

There was an awkward silence, both of them trying to think of something to say “You said we’re not good for each other and maybe you were right” Dalton finally muttered.

Y/N didn’t know how to respond to that. It broke her heart to hear him say those words but she knew it was true. Being together and hating him seemed worse than not being with him and wondering what could’ve been.

“I guess I was. Have fun”

She walked away for the last time, knowing things would never be the same.

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