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leveller-75 · 1 year

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This Christmas | H.S

A/N: quite a short one as I wrote this at like 4am but oh well x

WORD COUNT: 880

SUMMARY: Harry loves to spoil his wife and child, especially when it comes to Christmas.

layout inspired by @/watchmegetobsessed

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“But wherever they go, and whatever happens to them on the way, in that enchanted place on the top of the Forest a little boy and his Bear will always be playing” Harry reads softly sending Ivy to sleep. You lean against the door frame with a slight smile on your face as you watch your husband place a soft kiss on your daughter's forehead, turning her lamp off. He slowly walks away from her bed hoping to not wake her as he presses a faint kiss to your cheek and lightly grabs your hand walking you to the living room.

“I’m quite sad this ends tomorrow” he murmurs, looking down at the two ‘magic’ elves you guys place around the house for your daughter to find in the morning.

“Maybe we can finally have a good sleep then,” you say teasing harry, laughing slightly at Harry's reaction.

“Yeah right.”

Although he would never admit it, he’s a sucker for Christmas and making sure everything is perfect. For the past 24 days, he’s set up the elves every night before going to bed just to sit and wonder if they are still in the same position he left them in and haven’t fallen. You both start setting up the two magic elves to make them sit on top of a huge present, holding a letter assigned to Ivy. Even though you wrote the letter it still warms your heart to see her get so excited over something so small. Smiling at your work, you stand up and turn the tree lights off along with the living room lights.

“Come on m’love, let's get you to bed,” Harry says, as he wraps his arm around your waist, walking to your bedroom

As soon as your head hit the pillow you were in deep sleep and probably onto your second dream of the night. The same goes for harry, as his light snores fill the room. Next thing you know you feel something bouncing on top of you both. Rubbing your eyes, you open them slowly letting them adjust to the light, seeing a small silhouette you immediately know it's Ivy.

Noticing them both waking up,

“Can we pleasee go open presents now!” Ivy quickly suggests as you hear harry mumble a reply.

“Give us five minutes lovie then you can go open all the presents you want”

Not even two minutes had passed before she asked again, you slightly sigh, still not fully awake, as you force yourself out of bed feeling Harry do the same. You see Ivy run out of your bedroom in the direction of the living room. You hear a loud gasp followed by “OMG SANTA’S CAME AND LEFT ME SO MANY PRESENTS”. You and harry both look at each other as he places a soft kiss on your lips, both making your way downstairs to see Ivy reading the note from the elves.

Seeing a slight disappointment on her face when she realizes they are leaving, she quickly gets distracted by the massive present they left behind for her followed by a huge pile of presents from Santa. You looked over to harry to see him smirking, knowing he had gone overboard and gotten too many presents per usual but after all it’s christmas.

You and harry both place yourselves on the settee, hearing a gasp every minute or so when Ivy opens her presents. Harry takes a few pictures on a polaroid camera, placing them in his pocket and saving them for memories. Harry then grabs a present from behind the settee and hands it over to you.

Carefully opening it, you immediately get greeted by multiple pictures of you and harry when you first met all the way up to your wedding and a note

‘From the first glimpse I had of you, I knew I had to marry you, and that's exactly what I did. I’m forever grateful to have you and our beautiful daughter in my life. Thank you for always believing in me and cheering me on from the crowd. I can’t wait to see what the future holds for our little family. Forever and always, your H x’

Tears start forming in your eyes as harry pulls you in for a hug.

“Check the bottom of the box” he whispered into your ears, pulling away from the hug

Hesitantly, you get to the bottom of the box to see the jewelry set you have always wanted. Quickly going in for another hug you whisper a quick thank you as you pass harry his gift. His head shoots up after opening his present. His old notebook he had lost that held all his lyrics and song ideas’ along with so many memories. The day he lost that notebook he was devastated. From the day you found that notebook you knew it was the best present you could get him this christmas.

“I know it's not a lot but I thought you would appreciate it..”You slightly become nervous as to what he thinks of it.

“How did you get this?! It’s the best present I could have ever wished for. Thank you so much”

“With a bit of help from Santa of course,” you smirk

“Merry christmas m’love”

“Merry christmas H”

Thank you for reading! Please like and reblog, it means the world. More fics coming very very soon so keep an eye out for them <3

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thegroovywitch · 1 year

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Robert Plant with his Billy Fury LP.

#this should be '75 but i'm not 100% sure #so if anyone knows the year/date pls do tell lol #robert plant #led zeppelin #70s #1970s #seventies #jimmy page #classic rock #john bonham #rock #rock and roll #rock n roll #rock music #hard rock #70s rock #70s music #70s icons #by dee dee 🌺🕯️

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star-trek-fandom-confessions · 5 months

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Confession #75

"I'm getting kinda bored of the "humans are fascinating" trope. For once, I'd like a Vulcan character, maybe from the TNG/DS9 era, who finds humans boring because they've already been studied before and never really changes his/her mind about it for "character development.""

#didn't know which pic to use so you get my favorite vulcan/human frenemies dynamics #confession n.75 #star-trek-fandom-confessions #star trek #vulcans #humans

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inkykeiji · 5 months

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𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐢-𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬!! ♡

hi hi! i hope you are well + i hope december has been lovely to you so far! <33 i have been super super busy creating holiday gift baskets for the family business—we just got another order of 65 this morning, so that puts our total order for this customer alone at just under 400 (!!!!!) baskets, which means i am going to be an even busier sugar plum fairy for the next week or so!

we’re hoping to be finished everything by the 18th (cross ur fingers for us!!) so!! this is just a lil update to let u know where i’ve been and where i’ll be for the next few days! i can’t wait to come back + talk about daddy sukuna n touya-nii with u <333

#so far we have finished: an order of 75; an order of 28; an order of 200; an order of 25; an order of 8; and an order of 12 #now we have this order of 400 to finish #and hopefully that’s the last of em #it’s getting pretty close to christmas so like #i can’t see people ordering many more #we also obv don’t do rush orders lmao #so anyway!!! that’s where i’ve been <3 #i miss u guys!!!!! i miss my blog a LOT!!!!!#and i miss writing so much hahaha #i’m gonna try n get some done tomorrow night #maybe a quick ask or two #if i don’t feel like total mushhhh #we’ll see hehe #this has been clari with the updates

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ker0senebunny · 5 months

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what if matty healy x assistant!reader …

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semiotomatics · 3 months

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does anyone else find heart palpitations just. extremely unpleasant? like i know theyre not ~bad or anything but i still Hate having them

#idk it just freaks me out having my heart thump so noticeably #been having p bad heart palpitations all night (idk if its a period thing or what. i assume it is?) and it suuuuucks #also my heartrate has been SO high lately #like my fitbit has been saying my avg resting is like?? 75???#when normally its abt 60 #and usually theres a rly obvious drop off when im asleep vs awake #but now my heartrate is high even while sleeping???#bp is still low tho #n im definitely still potsy lol #its just. weird #i dont like it #i hate strange heart-related sensations #very disconcerting

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dailyaagirls · 10 months

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day 26: woman,,

#justine courtney #aai #aai2 #ace attorney #I FEEL SO BAD POSTING;;;#yall are so nice in my inbox and i just am NOT good at this :headinhands:#this and teh next one have actually been done for m o n t h s im just!!! aaaaa #im still aiming for 100 this year. 100. we can probably do it. halfway through the year BUT if i focus more i think we can do 75 drawings #probably

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vampirzina · 2 years

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Like a Dream ;

After being friends with Marc Spector since your childhood, you should’ve known better than to confess your love years later. Now he's run from you, it seems, and he's taken the entire friendship with him. But like a dream, everything is fine—what happens when everything isn’t in the waking world?

Masterlist | AO3 | Table of Contents | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3

pairings: marc spector x reader (for now, probably).

rating: 18+

words: 3.2k

warnings/tags: swearing, gender neutral reader, angst, no emotional comfort, unrequited love, heartbreak, established relationship(s), friends to lovers, dissociative identity disorder, mental health issues, squeamish! reader, insomnia, humiliation, guilt, fear, violence, horror, stranger danger, weapons, blood, no smut.

did i get them all? anyway, if you’re fine with all that, enjoy. short a/n at the bottom

It's been three years since you last saw Marc Spector.

Three years since you confessed to him your feelings, and three years since he disappeared without a trace and left you without a response to your heart.

He doesn't visit anymore, let alone call or text. Honestly, you've given up on that now, you think. It’s no use waiting up for him, waiting like he would mysteriously have a need to reach out. Though you... Never deleted or removed his number.

Just in case he needs anything, you rationalize, but you know that's not the only reason for it, deep down in the pit of the box that is your emotions. You know it when you can't help but live in the past through the text messages and voicemails.

You know that you want him desperately to call you back. You want him to put it into words that he's letting you down or that he's going to love you back. If not that, you want him to let you know that he's still alive, and well.

Anything, anything at all to put your mind at ease. No matter what, you don't blame him—you never could bring yourself to be mad at Marc for captivating your mind the way he does late at night.

So curled up in your messy satin sheets, you lie awake in the darkness. Your mind is doing it again, thinking about Marc when he wasn't even thinking about you, you know for sure.

2:32 AM.

If you had work today, you'd be fucked, and you know this too; usually you'd have to turn up five and a half hours from now and you’ve gotten no sleep since you laid down three hours ago.

Not like it'd never happened to you before, dwelling on random times from the past to make yourself upset again.

It's not healthy that you're running around in circles over Marc, and you're tired, but you can't stop yourself. You're cold underneath the duvet of your tussled bed, but you're void of fever.

Even if you layer yourself underneath pounds of cover, even if you change your sheets, even if you abandon the mattress for a new, even if you uproot this whole room, move out—it's not enough. The humiliation will come crashing down all over again.

But the only place it can't reach you is your dreams.

Try as it might, that big mess-up never reaches you there, because it’s never happened. It never had the chance to get you and pull you in. So then, it had become the only place where you're not alone like the way you are left, because in your dreams, everything is fine.

Marc never left you without a trace. He stayed by your side; in most, he accepted your heart and you had that happy ending you're so desperately chasing and trying to cling unto.

In others, you saw him again, but he had someone to call his own already. Of course, you would be happy for him if it were ever to be true; but with no way to confirm it and lay this haunting guilt to rest, you could only have hope.

You shut your eyes, feeling the pale light of the moon blanket your face, but only for a moment.

You can't sleep now. Your body pushes and pushes, but your mind won't let you. The only thing left to do is to wait it out, as you've always did when the nights got hard like this.

It's not always like this, though. Sometimes, you do get to have a good nights' rest. Other times, were times like this where you daydreamed a little too hard before bed and delved deep into this state of mind. You swore each time afterwards that you'd get it right and stop fantasizing before bed.

Swinging your legs over the edge of your bed, you get up and shuffle to the kitchen of your apartment. If you couldn't sleep, you'd at least find something to do in the meantime until you could fall asleep...

Whenever that was.

You figured you'd just grab a quick snack and put on a nice movie or show, and then maybe fall asleep that way. Well, you figured it, because when you grabbed the cereal box that you were craving, it felt light in your hands. And when you opened it, you got just what you expected.

Emptiness.

You curse inwardly, throwing your head back in annoyance at the dust of the cereal once there. Even though you had the right intentions of just distracting your head with something else get crushed swiftly, all hadn't gone completely down the drain.

It's just a missed shopping trip. You should have gone when you had that other day off last week, but for whatever reason you cannot seem to remember right now. The bottom line was that you didn't go, and now you're out of cereal and probably many other things as well.

Going through the cupboards and the fridge, you try to sift out what is missing, empty or still uneaten, and it's not as much as you like it to be at first. It should be enough for you.

After the inventory of your leftovers, you decided that it wasn't enough, actually. You’re willing to make that trip to some corner store or something somewhere to get that snack.

So you toss the rotten, and repacked the still-good without another thought. You don't bother add much bling to your sleepwear or redress entirely, because you won't be out very long.

It's the middle of the night, and you have enough common sense to be indoors while the streets of the city do it's thing during these hours. Just for now though, you won’t mind it, or at least try not to.

A cardigan over the top and some comfortable shoes suffice. It's not much, but it gets the job done and stays a perfect go-to.

Just a quick trip, you shut the door to your apartment with your keys and wallet in your pockets. If you could recall, there's a corner store that stays open for most of the night.

It's a nice shop, in the daytime. There’s the nice lady at the counter and customers who mind their business. You don’t go there much, but when you do, she’s always there… And it’s always the daytime.

Obviously that would be different now. It’s almost three in the morning and it would be eerily quiet in and around it, except for the one or two bumbling person that come in every other hour. You’ve heard what transpires here sometimes at night from the lady, and why she could no longer take the night shifts as well.

You could go to the one that’s further down, but that’s putting yourself even more at risk. Besides, with your situation right now, all you really needed was a few things, right? You wouldn’t be long enough for someone to pull something on you.

You tuck your arms in your cardigan and continue down the sidewalk. It wasn’t all that empty once you could see, with the very few still out and about. The warm hue of the streetlights illuminated them, and the path—and it’d also illuminate the alleys where god-knows-what lurked.

It came as no surprise when you’d see the shop up ahead with just a few minutes of walking. the contrast of light to the street lamps making it stand out in the rows of closed shops next to it.

Normally it’s a relief to see it, but you were wary once you saw that there was a man posted outside, a leg kicked up against the brick border of the glass. It didn’t help at all that it was night.

He smoked rather dramatically, cartoonishly, almost. He took long drags of the cigarette between chapped lips, and puffing out clouds of smoke the size of your head at impossible intervals. His lungs should be destroyed beyond repair the way he’s smoking like it’s running away from him, you guessed.

You’d didn’t smoke and you wouldn’t, but you know that whoever he was, he looked rough. He deserved to be left alone as much you… Minding your business is key, you decide. You’re not some hero and never will be.

You caught yourself staring at him in skepticism when he’d give you a glance. Quickly, you averted your eyes elsewhere and went up to the door. Not a word of confrontation left your mouth to the male as you entered the shop with pace, and the bell jingles as you swing the door open.

The place didn’t have any customers. Maybe not tonight, but skimming the aisles, the evidence of there being people here throughout the day was still here. Silently, you thank the clerk for even staying open when there’s no one but that strange man outside.

You browse until you find a bag of chips; they were in a much smaller portion than you’re usually picking up at the store had you went on that shopping trip like you were supposed to, but you make do with what you have.

Your hands grab a few bags of those and then some that’s caught your eye, until your hands are full of bags of snacks. Some you know, some you’ve never had before, and for the whole proportion? A bottle of your favorite soda. It’s uneven, you know, but this should last you a while.

With a sigh, you splay your selection onto the counter of the checkout in one motion. The teenage cashier just barely looks up from his phone at the snacks, and then you.

“…Sorry,” you apologize meekly, but you smile. “I went a little crazy on the snack selection and you’ll probably have to make more shipment orders for some. Won’t happen again.”

That wasn’t a promise from you… Not as long as you were wallowing in whatever funk thinking of Marc has you in again tonight. It’ll subside, yes, but for now it is what it is. The cashier steps off the stool with a bounce.

Wordlessly, he begins to scan the snacks. Satisfied with yourself and your picks, you decide to look elsewhere to help the kid behind the counter not feel so watched.

Thus, it led you to check on the man outside and it has you double taking—he’s gone. Not there. And during the time you were in the aisles, you hadn’t heard the bell jingle either… No, you didn’t. That feeling of wariness is back again, and your eyebrows stitch together in uneasiness.

Play it safe and just go straight home. For the love of god, please just play it safe. Don’t get curious anymore than this.

“Your total is twenty even,” the cashier said, making you shift your attention back to him. He’d press a few more buttons before awaiting the cash you were fumbling to pull from your wallet. Then, with a nod, “There.”

He took it and tucked it away into the register, touching another button to get the receipt printing.

Ripping the long slip out of the machine, he stuffs it in the bag and hands it to you. “Thank you so much,” you give a wider grin this time to him, taking the bag in your hands and leaving the store.

The cooler breeze of the outdoors wafted over your form in waves, and settles when you walk further into the night. You wanted to be chill, just relax and take in this breath of fresh air while you could, but… You had a feeling you were being watched, doing so.

Quickening your pace, you only look over your shoulder every now and again… Only to see nothing. Again, and nothing. Then frequently. You were going mad, it felt like.

And with every look over, drew a firm bang of something, somewhere, around you where you couldn’t see it… Timed. Hiding in the darkness. Near… Close.

Then, the terrifying pressure of the noises keeping you running stops in the alley you were about to pass.

You don’t know why you stopped either—you were petrified, is what you quickly registered as you stared down the pitch black alleyway. You don’t know why you can’t move.

Panting from fear, adrenaline and the running, your heart was competing in the Olympics with how fast it was beating to keep you still standing.

You were terrified to see what was hiding in the darkness, should it show itself… If it wanted you.

Another bang; you step back and your hand flies to your mouth.

…It’s silent.

All at once, the sounds of scuffling cats fill your ears. Gasping, you barely make it out of the way before they’re barreling towards you and then all is scattering—you’ve spooked them just as much as they’ve spooked you.

And… A rat? The impossible sized rodent bounds out of your way as well in the opposite direction with a slice of pizza just a big as it. It’s huge, but how could it ever surprise you? This is New York. Shaking, your arms goes limp and drop from your face as you pant in slight relief. You could cry, but you dare not.

You back up, and bump into a wall that quickly wraps arms around you and covers your mouth before you could scream.

The ‘wall’… No, man, coos into your ear for you to hush and stop as you drop your bag to resist. “You don’t want a fight, sweetheart,” the voice is raspy, hoarse. The smell of smoke residue is strong on his hands.

You might not want a fight, but you were raised better.

Bringing the full force of your foot onto his own, he reels backwards in pain—far enough for you to remove the callous hand and, with the loudest you’ve ever been in the past year, a scream escapes your throat.

“Whore!” the man said through gritted teeth. He’s pissed now, those same rough hands pushing and shoving you into the alley.

He shoves you so hard that you fall back onto your bottom, quickly unsheathing a knife from his windbreaker as he scrambles to subdue your fighting form on the cold alley floor.

Now that you could see him, you recognize him as the man who was smoking outside of the shop. You had no idea when he came or when he left, but all that mattered now was that he was definitely going to kill you now that you screamed. You could only hoped someone had heard that cry for help.

Normally that would have scared the attacker off. But this guy, he was bold yet barely burly in stature like you’d thought he’d be underneath his layers of clothes. You were too shaky, scared for your life now to actually save yourself, and you felt pathetic.

Fuck, if you weren’t so afraid of him stabbing you, you would have tried to fight harder than you were right now. The apartment complex was only across the crosswalk next to this place, and you were going to die here.

In the middle of an alleyway. Alone.

You flinch and squeeze your eyes shut as he lifted the knife to strike you, but the pain never arrives. Maybe it has already, and you’re already dead—maybe if you open your eyes you’ll see heaven before you. This is it.

The sound of liquid spatters, on the ground next to you and a bit on your neck, face and clothes. Then, a thump to your left, as you feel suddenly lighter… Like the weight on you had suddenly been lifted, physically.

Opening your eyes, you stare up at the stars first, the moon just barely in your line of sight. It slowly dawns on you that you are, in fact, alive and staring up at the night sky. But where did the man go? He was just…

Heaving still, you sit up and it doesn’t take much looking to know where he’s gone, and you began to feel lightheaded at the sight beside you, against the brick wall.

The attacker had slumped on it next to you, unconscious or what you feared, dead. Eyes wide, you look around again but you don’t have the opportunity to let your eyes wander in wonder when the familiar voice you know all too well says your name and is already by your side.

…Marc? You have to be dreaming.

“Are you okay? Talk to me, I’m here, are you okay?” Marc breathily speaks, quivering hands reaching up to cup your dazed face.

He looks weird—different—you don’t know if this is really… Him, that you’re looking at. He’s dressed in white wrapping and gold, and you had seen a hood and a mask to match before he’d taken it off, almost like magic. He had come running up to you and kneeling beside you in that same suit, apparently not bothered to take it off.

You’re too dazed to give a proper answer.

Too much is happening at once. Between the attack, the suddenness of the man bleeding on the floor beside you, Marc coming back to you and these strange circumstances, it’s all too much to process at once.

“This is… This is too much…” you begin to shake your head, pushing a glassy-eyed, concerned Marc away to give yourself space. You wobble to stand up.

“Fir–first… First this and then… Marc? Is that really you? And you… Did you?” your eyes flicker between the bloodied crescent blade next to his hand and the unconscious man.

There was no way that this was your Marc; the same Marc who’d laugh with you until you cried from it. The same Marc who you were missing, your head turned, flipped upside down over, and spent sleepless nights anticipating when he’d stop running from you.

“Look, I can explain, just calm–”

“Not right now… Not right now,” you say pleadingly, blinking. “Don’t explain anything to me right now. He’s bleeding out, you’re actually here, I’m feeling funny, I… I just want to go home, I…”

You feel a damp spot on your neck, the drop trickling off your neck and soaking the hem of the back of your shirt. Pausing in shock, you raise hand to hesitantly feel the spot on the back of your shoulder.

That doesn’t feel like… Water.

You feel another spot, this time on the bone of your brow. You look down at your fingers when you wish you hadn’t.

Blood. The attackers blood. It’s on you, and he’s probably dead right now from the loss of blood. You weren’t itching to find out if he was or wasn’t… Instead, you felt dizzy just staring at the red that painted your fingertips and a bit of your nails as it stained your fingers.

You couldn’t stop yourself from freaking out after that. Your breath was coming out short, and your eyes were wide with the realization. Warningly, you heard your name and saw Marc begin to get up and come towards you, worry still painted on his face despite his firm tone.

“Blood. Oh my god, it’s blood… This is… This is his blood, and it’s on me. He’s dead, you killed him, and his blood it’s…”

You remember collapsing as your body gives way to what feels like sleep, at last. This has to be another dream… Because like that world in your mind when you slept, you saw Marc again. Yet something was amiss, here, not like a dream.

Like a nightmare.

You hoped you would wake up to your reality soon and it was all just nothing but a nightmare.

notes: slowburn, part 2 for happy ending, or let it be as a oneshot? let me know what you want if you liked this. i know it’s not wednesday yet, but i wanted to give this a chance for feedback so i can work it into the schedule if so

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leveller-75 · 1 year

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Not Allowed | M.H

A/N: Hi! Im back (finally). This ones been in my drafts for a while so i thought why not post it now, i want to say that i do not own the song Not Allowed by TV Girl. I also want to say that this is purely fiction and made up so please bare in mind that somethings may not be similar to real life events. Thank you for being so patient ! x

WORD COUNT: 1.4K

WARNINGS: angst, toxic relationship

SUMMARY: You open up to your therapist about your's and matty's toxic relationship.

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Here I am once again. Therapy. Not the place I want to be, but I know it will help me in the long run. I cautiously open the door trying to let all my anxiety flow out of my body. I create small conversation with the woman behind the counter as she lets my therapist Ben know I have arrived. I take a seat in the waiting room, as I look around the familiar setting I get lost in my thoughts, before I know it I'm getting called in for my session.

“So, how's it been with you and Matty recently, anything changed?” my therapists asks

“God how should I begin this...” I let out a huge sigh as I place my head in my hands trying to gather all the key information

“I remember last session you were saying how it started when you were with him” he states, as I lift my head up suddenly remembering everything I spilled last session.

“Yes! Yes, oh my god how could I forget” I let out a nervous laugh as I go on to explain “I mean when you go out you always see couples dancing together, drinking together just having a good time doing what couples do, but he never took me out to dance and to have a good time... I guess hes playing with my head in a way” I quickly stop myself “Sorry I'm rambling...”

“No worries at all, that’s what I'm here for” he quickly writes everything I said down into his notebook. God how can people write that fast. He then looks at me “Did he ever make you cry?”

/Flashback/

I was sat on the sofa at home watching tv waiting for Matty to come home after a long day of working in the studio. I heard the front door creek open as I peek over my shoulder to see Matty taking his coat and shoes off and just shoving them on the floor. “Thats not like him to do that” I mutter to myself. I grab the tv remote pausing the tv, walking over to him I could see visible anger on his face. Something must have happened at the studio. I place my hand softly on his back as I slowly rub it up and down

“You okay? You seem a bit down...” I quietly say not wanting him to lash out on me

“Mhm” he responds bluntly, shoving my hand off him as he walks to the living room slumping down on the sofa with his head in his hands. I slowly follow him sitting on the sofa opposite.

“Do you wanna talk about it, it's okay if you don’t" I say with a slight smile on my face trying to comfort him in a way.

“Talk about what. I told u I was fine, nothing's happened. I have nothing to talk about at all.” he responds quite aggressively. “Sorry I didn-” I start to reply until he rudely interrupts me “LISTEN TO ME. Go do what you do best, go out for a walk, go to a café, GOD just leave this house I can’t stand your pity any longer. I told you I'm fine leave it at that. I don’t want to speak to you right now, please just leave”. My eyes start to fill with tears as I quickly wipe the ones that escape from my cheek, standing up from the sofa with shaky hands I make my way to the storage cupboard to get my shoes as I grab the spare key and quickly evacuate. I hear faint bangs and things getting smashed as I leave the house, walking further and further away. The more I walk the more tears start to fall down my face. Although this wasn’t the first time he’s done this, it never gets easier watching him get so angry with me so fast for no reason.

/Real Life/

“Uh, not often but sometimes yeah...” I lie not wanting to explain how many times Mattys made me cry for no reason, I start playing with my hands waiting for my therapist to say something

“I can tell your lying by the way you're playing around with your hands but i guess this whole situation is different cause you love him, and it will be hard to get out of a relationship like this” he states “I know u may not like this but it's your turn now. Make your own decisions, you can choose how u want your life to be like in the future. Don’t let a man ruin it for you, now tell me when you first started to notice Mattys change of heart towards your relationship.”

“When our relationship first started it was like heaven, I really thought id be with him forever he was so loving and determined to keep our relationship blooming and strong but after a few months he just slowly started giving up and I felt him slipping away”

/Flashback/

“Hey darling, how's your day been” he asks me giving me a peck on the forehead.

“It's been stressful, but it's all done now so I can finally relax” I say with a small sigh as he comes behind me and starts to massage my back giving small kisses here and there.

“I’m gonna book us a table in the best restaurant I can find, and I'll pay for everything. My treat” I laugh at his way of explaining the restaurant, but I agree to the offer.

*Time Skip*

Matty had informed me that he might be a few minutes late, so I decided to make my own way to the restaurant.

I had been waiting for almost an hour now, the feeling I knew all too well started to grow more and more as I begin nervously picking at my nails frantically looking around the room to see if I could spot his face in the crowd of people. Everyone looked so happy, laughing and joking around with one another. Then there was me. The girl who got stood up by her own boyfriend.

I called his phone several times. No answer. Tears started welling up my eyes slowly beginning to blur my vision. Quickly wiping the tears away, I left the restaurant feeling every emotion possible, making my way back home.

As soon as I arrive home I see a silhouette of a male laying on the sofa that immediately shot up after hearing the door shut. His face drop’s as he realised he’s messed up once again.

“God, darling I'm so sorry. I've been really stressed at the studio recently and I-” he rambles trying to pity me

“It’s fine matty, just leave it. Your wasting your tongue with your lame excuses and lies.” I reply bluntly as I make a quick exit to the bedroom.

Shotting myself down onto the bed like a ragdoll, I shove my face into the pillow and let out all the tears that have been held in my eyes like prisoners in jail cells.

“God im so stupid” I let all my emotions out as I slowly drift off into deep sleep.

/Real Life/

“Obviously I started to suspect he doesn’t intend on doing anything he says at all but I was too scared to speak up about it” I finish explaining what happened on the “date” night, slowly lifting my head up to try and read my therapists face for a reaction. A soft alarm goes off as I let out an unexpected sigh.

“Our sessions over for now, it was lovely having you here again. Thank you for trusting me, im really seeing an improvement from our first session up to now, so keep it up. Please remember you can always send me a message anytime and I can try to help virtually but if you would like to book another appointment let the receptionist know. Go relax, run yourself a hot bath. I hope to see you again soon” My therapist sends me a quick smile. Whispering a quiet thank you, I leave the room and make my way to the car checking my phone to see a message from Matty

Matty:

Hi darling, I couldn’t bring myself to do this in person and I know its cowardly of me to do this over text but I think its best if we took a break. You need some time to heal and so do I. I've came to the conclusion that I've been a really fuckin' shitty boyfriend these past few months and you deserve better. I hope we’re still friends and I hope you don’t mind me saying this one last time but, I love you and wish you the best x

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