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frogsmulder · 8 months

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Too Soon

Post Leonard Betts; Scully considers finding comfort in Mulder but denies herself; 550 words; rated T for mentions of blood; tagging @today-in-fic

In the darkness, Scully lays awake, sleep elusive and distant like a fairytale someone once told her about but she hasn't heard how the story ends. Straight ahead she stares, the night so depthless it's disorientating. She sees nothing and yet she can't shake the image of Betts' silhouette looming over her. Despite the quiet, she can hear his voice sharply as he apologises, seeking her as his next target.

She can't believe it, will not, yet his chilling conviction is haunting her. They never proved that he feeds off cancer, she reminds herself; it was just Mulder's theory. To believe every theory, every X File would be madness. To believe something for which she has no proof, and so condemn herself before she's even asked the question would be ridiculous. Yet not to believe all she has seen…

The comforter weighs heavily on her body, making breathing uncomfortable. Blindly, she looks elsewhere in the darkness to distract herself. Something tickles in her throat– breathing impossible now– Scully coughs in a short fight for air. Covering her mouth with a hand, she feels something wet her upper lip, something warm. Hastily, she turns over in search for the light switch. The lamp floods the room, blinding Scully and stinging her eyes. Through a panicked half-hooded haze she sees the unmistakable red staining her finger.

She checks her lip again tentatively, the blood dripping from her nose. Her head grows tight and heavy, a headache clouding her thought. It was as though her own brain were squeezed by her skull in a cage of her own arsenal; her body warring against itself. Sitting up, she looks at spots of blood stark against the white cover of her pillow. Her body warring against itself.

Another droplet spats in the palm of her hand, and then another, another.

In the bathroom, she looks at herself in the mirror, holding two painkillers and a cup of water. A pale tired face looks back, a tissue stuffed in each nostril. Her first thought is more of a feeling, that somehow she isn't home. Her second thought is of Mulder. She could knock on his door at this time and he wouldn't ask a single question. She could collapse into his arms, surrounded by his warmth and security. She could– God knows she wants to– but she doesn't. She throws the pills to the back of her mouth and swallows a mouthful of water. She doesn't because it scares her what he has become to her.

Instead, Scully returns to the cold sheets of her bed; a headache and a nosebleed aren't uncommon. She could always tell Mulder later. And conclusions are not to be jumped to without any evidence. Those actions are only the product of paranoia. They never did prove that Betts' needed cancer.

Yet Mulder would insist that this was evidence; would only see that; would only see her as that. Suddenly the warm imaginary embrace crumbles around her. He wouldn't be what she needed; could never be. He would take the words out of her mouth and run with them trailing in the wind like a kite of truth flying in the storm: his beacon, her tragedy.

No, she wouldn't tell him.

And without him, she is lost: the crumbled ruins of home meaningless.

#Just a little shitty fic bc it been too long since I last wrote #dana scully #msr #xf fanfic #the x files #my writing #Angst ish

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onionanddeadgaywizards · 8 months

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I was listening to the new olivia rodrigo album and Lacy is so MaryLily.

Mary staring at Lily across the common room unsure if the feeling she’s feeling that makes her want to puke is envy or something more. the pulsing aching feeling she cant help, it gets stronger when Lily dates James.

Mary tells herself it’s just envy, she wants a relationship like that but deep down she knows. she knows like she knows the way lily’s hair feels between her fingers, and the way her freckles dot her face, and the way Lily’s breath slows when she falls asleep. Of course Mary knows. She’d be a fool to be ignorant of Lily Evans

#marylily #marauders #lily evans #mary macdonald #angst #angst ish #olivia rodrigo #guts album

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xxlady-lunaxx · 1 day

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hiiiii, i was wondering if u could do a "hashira reaction to gn s'o cheating on them? idk if u do that type of stuff, if u don't just ignore. if you can't/ don't wanna do all, can you please include giyuu and kyojuro? i love your writing sm it hurts

lots of love, me <3

AWEHJIFSKJDF THANK YOU SM!<33 I’m glad you like my writing and yes, I can write that ^^ I don’t normal write char x reader—though I have done it be4—so, sorry if it’s a bit silly bc I’m accustomed to writing char x char It’ll just be Giyuu in this part, I’ll do the others separately since it’s easier on me, if that’s alright. I’ll put the links to the others on this part too, when I finish them tho! (iyw to stay anon that’s fine, but I could tag you in the others if you wanted it?) Also im writing this on my tablet so I’m sorry if there’s any mistakes 😭 I write better on computer

Reaction to being cheated on by GN!Y/N

Giyuu Tomioka

Giyuu never showed much emotion. It bothered you, in ways you never could bring yourself to word. The thing was, however, that you didn’t know how much longer you could bear it. You had fallen in love with him before, but didn’t find yourself drawn to him now. It had been like a mystery, trying to find out the depths of this man whom refused to show anything. He was caring of you, yes. He tended to your wounds, tried his best to make you meals, bought you gifts. But he lacked the show of physical affection. He kissed you from time to time, but you had to initiate it; you had to ask for it. He never gave you the attention you so desperately sought for. Not the kind you wanted, at least.

So you did the unthinkable. You found another man—someone who would treat you as you wished. With only a wisp of guilt in the back of your mind, you pressed your lips upon this other man, thoughts far from the Hashira.

This went on for about two weeks, only, until Giyuu found out. He was supposed to be gone on a mission for a bit, so you invited the man over to your house. Giyuu had the key in, but he was supposed to be gone, of course.

It began with food. Drinks, small talk. It grew heated from there: kissing grew to making out, and that went to the point your uniform was hanging loosely from your shoulders, and then—

And then the door opened.

You had been so caught up in whatever the hell was going on that you hadn’t heard the front door being unlocked. Presumably, Giyuu had assumed you’d had a friend over. Because shock registered through his entire expression upon opening the bedroom door and finding you under another man.

You. Giyuu’s partner, his lover. Splayed under some man he knew not.

For a moment, all that could be heard was yours and the man’s heavy breathing. Giyuu was stock-still, eyes wide, mouth ajar. Then he spoke. His voice, usually so calm and collected, came out shaky. Uncertain.

“Y/n…?” he asked quietly, taking a hesitant step forward.

The man scoot off of you, buttoning his uniform hastily and standing. “I should go…” he murmured. He tried making a dash out the door, ducking under Giyuu’s arm, but Giyuu was quicker, grabbing him by his collar and tossing him back into the room carelessly, gaze stuck on you.

“Y/n, what… What the hell?” he said, his voice rising slightly. You rarely heard him swear. Even if it was something as mild as ‘hell.’

You flinched as he moved closer, his steps as inaudible as ever.

“Why…?” His question trailed off, his eyes tracing your half-exposed body. You tugged your uniform back on self-consciously. Why had you done this?

You averted your eyes, not wanting to see his expression anymore. You had thought he wouldn’t care, in all honesty. Though it didn’t stop you from hiding it.

“What did I do wrong?” Giyuu mumbled. There was a trace of hurt in his voice and you felt a twinge of regret. It wasn’t just the humiliation of being discovered.

“I… You didn’t kiss me much or anything. You didn’t really hug me, or cuddle me, or… I don’t know. I’m sorry,” you whispered. You chanced a glance back at him.

Giyuu’s hair had fallen over his eyes, obscuring them from your view. His lips opened and closed wordlessly for a moment. Eventually, he seemed to find his voice. But he sounded cold now, the kind of voice he would use to give orders to Demon Slayers. Dismissive. The kind that meant the conversation was over. “I loved you, Y/n. Did you know that? I’m sorry for not giving you enough. I hope this… other man can give you what I failed to do,” he said quietly. He turned abruptly, ignoring your calls as he stalked out of the room.

You heard the front door slam shut. There was a moment of silence. The ‘other man’ glanced at you.

“Want to continue…?” he asked tentatively.

“Shut up. Go away,” you hissed.

He raised his hands in surrender as he stood, backing towards the doorway. “Alright… It was just a question.”

You waited as his footsteps faded into the distance. The door Giyuu had slammed clicked shut behind him. You dipped your head down, burying it in your hands. God, what had you done?

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thewritersaddictions · 1 year

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(R) Drabbles: Klaus Mikealson- Jealous?

You two had a one-night fucking stand and somehow it had turned into a whole, much larger issue at hand. You were pregnant with his child. Pregnant with a baby, and let’s be honest you weren’t prepared to be a mother and Klaus wasn’t at all prepared to be a father.

When you told Klaus that you were pregnant he looked at you as if you were kidding him. As if it were all a fucking good ole joke, but your face told a different story. A different story that held Klasu on the tips of his toes. Words wanted to come out but yet nothing did.

He just left you there with nothing else to be said, and that was nearly five months ago. Now Klaus is better, you’d like to call it better. You aren’t sure what changed though in his whole demeanor. Elijah his brother had become as supportive as Klaus. Your round belly made wearing anything that was originally yours horrible. Tummy sticking out and pants not fitting.

Your complaining had caused Klaus to write down everything. He watched as you struggled with lacing up your shoes, getting shirts to fit down your belly, pants to sit right on your hips, and everything else that seemed to be bothering you nowadays. Klaus and you had decided that getting comfortable with each other was just going to have to be the only plan. So, Klaus moved you into his room. Fluffy pillows followed behind you, your clothes scattered the bedroom floor, and the large bathroom had become a shared space with all of your facial, and hair supplies. On the bed was this oblong pillow meant to keep you comfortable but made Klaus’s bed look like a fucking mess. Klaus rolled his eye at what used to be his room becoming a mod podge of random things littering the space.

“I’m just so hungry!” You complained as you rested your hand on your protruding belly, and your swollen ankles laid up on the coffee table. Klaus was painting a rather enjoyable habit. “Klaus please would you go get me some cake and some pickles?” You asked out into the living room. An arched brow was returned to you as you heard him set down the paintbrush and slid the chair back. “Those two things together doll.” Klaus wondered. He had turned to use some more romantic names. Something about the baby being able to hear his voice.

He left you in the living room and ventured out into the kitchen grabbing the things you had asked for. “Here you go Y/n.” But his words had been stopped midway. Just over the couches, Klaus could see his older brother sitting down next to the mother of his child. He was sweetly talking to her belly. Y/n must have given permission for his hand to be resting on her belly. “Elijah.” It was the hard and harsh word that fell from Klaus’s lips. “Brother, I was just talking to Y/n here. She was saying that she thought it was going to be a girl.” Elijah had the ability to be both very resourceful and yet at the same time very fucking annoying.

“She hadn’t said that to me yet,” Klaus said as he set down the carton of ice cream and pickles. Still the oddest of cravings. There was a look between the three of them. “I did say something about thinking it was a girl, but you weren’t paying attention,” Her mouth would have gotten her in trouble if she wasn’t pregnant. The longer that Klaus slept next to the mother of his child, the harder it became for the hard layers, and facade to stay up.

He was falling for her. Falling for the mother of his kid, and was scaring the shit out of him. He felt like every person who interacted with her was there to steal her away from him. Y/n was his, and that was only made more concrete with the baby bump growing every day. The knowledge to Klaus that he was slowly falling for you showed up in many odds ways. Mostly with his older brother, Elijah meant no harm by it, Elijah was always there for Klaus no matter what. A big brother is always there to protect his little brother. It didn’t stop though, the jealousy was strong in a character such as Klaus.

It happened once more. Klaus had left when you had closed your eyes. The overwhelming stress that your body went through on a daily Starting with the most mundane things. Getting up from bed, putting your clothes on, and your shoes that had become a feat in itself. Choosing to rather go barefoot or the easiest of shoes like slippers or flip-flops.

You snored in your sleep and it gave an alert to Klaus beside your heartbeat slowing down. He could also hear the heartbeat of his child. You picked out a name a few weeks ago. It didn’t matter if it wasn’t a girl it was gonna be Hope. Klaus hadn’t argued with you he enjoyed the name just as much as you did. He gathered himself, and the list that he had been creating for the past few months. A large that was not only front but also back. His handwriting was sloppy in some places but he managed to still be able to read it. He went out, making sure to get every last single thing on the list. from things that you needed and a long, long list of things that you had read about in baby books. The var was packed with baby supplies and food for you to enjoy. Klaus was rather enjoying the way he was acting, the father, and his protective ways.

He parked the car before unlocking the front door. From far away he heard the little voices. He went to go investigate. There you were watching tv which explained the voices, but not why Elijah was rubbing your feet. He had thrown his jacket over the back of one of the living room chairs. His sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his fingers lathered up in lotion. Swollen feet were put up on the coffee table. Tiny moans fell from your lips something that Klaus hadn’t heard since that night. He watched and more like staring down at his older brother, “Hello Nikluas. How are you doing today?” Elijah asked without even looking up from Y/n’s feet. There was fire sitting and growing behind Klaus’s eyes. Deep-throated groans fell from Klaus as he walked away grabbing all the shit from the back of the car and bringing it in.

By that time Elijah was working the other foot. His thumbs rubbed and applied pressure in the best of places at the bottom of Y/n’s sore feet. Y/n wasn’t awake when Klaus was around the corner of the couch, not like she was awake when Klaus arrived back home. “Elijah, what the fuck are you doing?” Klaus questioned his older brother, Elijah just stared at him for a moment. Watching as the anger began to boil up in his brother. “What do you think I’m doing here Klaus?”

Always with the questions and never answers back. Elijah watched as his brother looked between him and Y/n. “Oh, brother. You don’t think… You know you’ve always been so… so visible.” Elijah says matter of factly. “What does the even mean Elijah?” Klaus can’t wrap his head around it. “Klaus you love her,” He says looking over at the sleeping Y/n her hand resting on her pregnant belly.

Mouth left a gap, “You love her so much that you fear your older brother is trying to take her away from you. Which.” Elijah says looking back over at Klaus. “Isn’t true and you know it, you’re just afraid to love someone else. Afraid that you’ll fuck up, and most importantly you’re afraid of losing her before you’ve gotten the chance to tell Y/n you love her.” Elijah’s ministrations continued on Y/n’s feet.

Klaus rolled his eyes and huffed before kissing Y/n softly on her forehead smoothing her hair down and scooting his older brother out of the way. Instead taking his brother’s place showing and telling two different things to show, but for now. Klaus can show Y/n just how much she truly means to him.

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shmaileigh · 9 months

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stuff from my hyperfixation sketchbook

#petey the cat #dog man #dog man petey #angst ish

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eradicatorhea · 11 months

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Question...? - Finn Balor one-shot

Finn Balor angst that has been in my mind since Monday

I haven't wrote angst in a long time so bare with me pls :,)

set after/during the events of June 5th RAW main event, ft. demon balor

Enjoy <33

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“Why are you here?”

It wasn’t an unfamiliar question. Finn Balor had been asked it, several times in several countries and cities. He always had an answer. For work, for vacation, to watch an event nearby. And it was always a satisfactory answer.

There was no answer that the Irishman could give to wipe the look of disappointment off the face of Damian Priest. Really, he didn’t have an answer. He had no excuse for breaking Damians agreement with his opponent of no backup. Instead he just sat there, back against the barricade, hand ghosting over his throat. All he could do was watch.

His eyes were trained on the towering Puerto Rican and his opponent, but his mind was elsewhere.

“Why are you here?”

The formerly innocent question plagued his mind. He was the prince, the danger of the Judgement Day, and formerly, the Demon. He knew who he was, all of his gimmicks were created for a purpose, a persona for him to play to fit whatever situations arise. So why was he, Finn Balor, zoning out on the floor, watching his friend and stablemate get pinned for a three count, and feeling nothing?

He didn’t hear the bell ring. All he heard was that repeated question, playing like a broken record.

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“Why are you here?”

The same terrible question was asked to him just moments later, in a dark room, staring at his reflection.

Balor knew he messed up. Truly, he did, but he was still unable to speak, to explain and apologize to Rhea and Dominik, who he’d left behind to try to help, and to beg for the forgiveness of the punishment, Damian Priest. He couldn’t look them in the eye, so he went alone, to some abandoned dressing room and shut off the lights. He made his way to the sink and mirror in one corner, furthest from the door, and splashed water on his face.

It was then that he heard it.

“Why are you here, little prince?”

Finn turned around, finding himself still alone. He muttered to himself that he’s just paranoid, and must be hearing things. He couldn’t have been more wrong.

Turning back to face the sink, he realized the mirror, and the creature looking back at him.

Balor came face to face with the Demon, a part of himself he kept locked away for a long time. The two were just separated by the barrier of the mirror. Black, red and purple grinned back at the serious, pale expression on the other side.

Balor opened his mouth to speak, but the Demon beat him to it.

“They don’t need you anymore, Balor. They haven’t since… well, since before Wrestlemania.” The Demons teeth shone, pearly white daggers visible with every word.

“That's not true and you know it.” Balor spat back, crossing his arms.

“Hm. You’re correct, little prince. They don’t need you. They don’t want you.” The Demon cackled, throwing its head back in laughter. “Not even good ol’ Edge wanted you, Finn. He wanted me. You know it’s true.”

“Why are you here, Finn Balor, and why am I not?”

#send me prompts #wwe judgement day #judgement day #damian priest #rhea ripley #finn bálor #finn balor #dominik mysterio #dom mysterio #monday night raw #wwe #fics #one shot #angst ish #demon balor #demon balor mention #tjd isnt breaking up its just the demon being silly #wwe raw #the judgement day wwe

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theesteemedladydebourgh · 1 year

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Kiss me. Lily, James, and the fragile hope behind beginnings.

a short, soft little something written for @jilytoberfest 2022 masquerade! 🥰 (that i’m only getting around to posting on here in mid-november loll)

ty so much to Joy for being her usual joyful self ❤️

Read i let you into the garden of my loneliness on Ao3!

#i let you into the garden of my loneliness #jily #jilytober 2022 #jilytober #romance #angst ish #it's me who are we kidding #laughing emoji here

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cinematicsoph · 1 year

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still • niall horan blurb

summary: you and niall have been dating for about a year and the fans still haven't accepted you two together. you are so fed up with all the hate so you decide to take matters into your own hands. but he hasn't moved on.

warnings: angsty ish, swearing, mentions of drinking, uses they/them pronouns like twice

a/n: this was going payback to my friend for spamming me with Johnny Orlando pics while i was studying. but because i had this idea while listening to Still by Niall Horan, i felt like i had to write it for him like i originally planned. i wrote a very specific line first and i'm lowkey obsessed with it so.

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It’s been three months and ten days since you and Niall broke up, not that he’s counting. It feels like he hasn’t left the couch since you were standing in front of him telling him that you can’t handle the pressure of being in the public anymore. That the fans finally pushed you away from him. He doesn’t know where you are or what you’re doing anymore. But you haven’t left his mind. You will never leave his mind. He still remembers every word you said to him when you left.

*3 months and 10 days ago*

“Hey, love. How was your day?” Niall looks up from his phone as you walk into the living room. He sees your eyes are red and puffy and your cheeks are slightly red, an obvious sign you had been crying. “Love? What happened?”

“I can’t keep doing this, Ni.” Your voice sounds thick and it cracks with emotion.

“Can’t do what?” He stands up from the couch and walks over to you. He reaches for you to pull you into a hug but you move out of the way, denying his sign of affection. “What’s going on?”

“I posted a picture of us on Instagram and your fans found it. They started leaving comments about how I’m not good enough for you, or how you don’t look happy with me. Just r-really nasty things,” you sniffle and wipe your eyes with the sleeve of your (his) sweatshirt. This has been going on ever since you two decided to go public with your relationship on your one year anniversary. It’s now eight months later and Niall’s “loyal” fanbase still isn’t willing to accept that their idol is no longer single.

He sighs and sits back down on the couch. “I’ll handle it, love. I’m so sorry this keeps happening. I really don’t understand why they just can’t accept-“

“I can’t do this anymore, Niall.” You look at him, staying in your place right in front of the couch.

“What are you talking about?” He looks up at you confused.

“I’m done. I-I can’t keep worrying about running into one of your fans when I go anywhere or post anything on social media. I thought I could handle being in the public eye, especially for you. But this is too much. I can’t keep doing this. I-I’m sorry, Niall. I’m breaking up with you.”

He felt the wind being knocked out of him, his heart stopped, everything blacked out. “You’re…breaking up with me?”

“I don’t want to. But this can’t be healthy, for either of us. I’m left feeling like I’m never going to be good enough for you. That you deserve someone, anyone, better than me. It isn’t good for my self esteem and I never feel like I’m giving you enough. I have to leave, Niall. I’m sorry. I can’t keep doing this.”

*today*

After you said that, you grabbed the things you had at his place and left, crying. He wanted to comfort you. He wanted to run after you, hold you, and tell you that everything will be okay. But he was frozen, stuck to the couch. The only movement being his breathing and the blinking back of his tears. He wasn’t an emotional guy, but he loved you so much. Without you he felt empty, lost, incomplete. You were, are, the love of his life. Every passing second he bitches at himself for letting you walk away that easily. He should’ve stopped you.

I can’t keep doing this. That line kept playing over and over again in his head. He had no idea it was that bad. That you had been feeling this way for so long. It broke him. He couldn’t help but feel guilty. For not seeing the hate, the signs that you were feeling this way. He was blind. And it killed your relationship.

He had never drank this much in his life. Constantly drinking Guinness and passing out on the couch, only to start all over again when he finally woke up. Lewis had been over every Sunday, trying to get Niall off the couch and into the shower. Or at least his bed. But Niall wouldn’t budge. He’d stay on the couch, only moving to get another beer, staring at the wall. He somehow has an endless supply of Guinness and hasn’t needed to leave the house in the three months you’ve been gone.

Lewis had never seen Niall like this. He was getting really worried, and knew that the only person who could fix it had been nowhere to be seen or heard from in three months. While you and Niall were dating, you had gotten really close with Lewis. He had treated you like a younger sister. It had broken you both when you broke up with Niall. Lewis didn’t blame you for breaking up with him though. He knew how bad the fans can get when their favorite celebrities start dating. He still tries his best to keep in touch with you, but you haven’t responded. He tried messaging your friends and family, trying to get any type of information about where you are or what you’re doing. Only your mom knew that you had turned off all social media and silenced any messages or calls from anyone that isn’t family. She said you had been staying with her and your dad for the last three months. He felt better knowing you were safe. Lewis had been worried about you so hearing from your parents was a weight lifted off of his shoulders.

It was another one of Lewis’s weekly visits. He pulled up to Niall’s house and walked inside. Niall’s house was a mess once again, even though Lewis had cleaned it last week when he came by. Lewis knew it was time to call up the big guns. He had done his best to help Niall, but he can’t do it any more. It’s hopeless. There’s only one person left to call…as long as they picked up.

You never wanted to break up with Niall. He was your best friend, your lover, everything. He was, is, your everything. But you couldn’t deal with his fans anymore. They constantly projected their own insecurities and jealousy on you, it was too much. The break up affected you more than you wish to admit. You turned off notifications for all your social media platforms, knowing that the fans would likely be even more upset with you now that you broke the heart of their idol. Because as everyone knows, a stranger dating their idol is bad, but a stranger breaking up with their idol is even worse.

You didn’t want to delete your platforms, you keep Niall’s page open on every platform he has, nearly all the time. Your thumb becomes sore from the constant scrolling and refreshing you do of his page, hoping you see (or don’t) any updates on how the love of your life is feeling. So far nothing. The last thing on his Instagram page is a selfie he posted of you two from your last date. It’s a similar one to what you posted of him, the one with the comments and acts that eventually lead to your breakup.

You’ve been staying at your parent’s house, in your old room. Your mom and dad have been giving you the space you need, but you know they're secretly worried. You can’t ignore the subtle glances to see if you react anytime you’re in the car and one of Niall’s songs comes on. Or the indirect questions of whether or not you’re okay or thinking of harming yourself. You do. And you're not, but you wouldn’t. Any phone call, text, or email you get is ignored. Except for one.

“I know how awkward this must be, but I know that you’re the only person who can fix this.” Lewis opens Niall’s front door to let you in. You had thought about ignoring his texts and phone calls, but you could tell how concerned Lewis was for his best friend, and you couldn’t ignore that any longer. For Lewis sake, of course. And maybe yours a bit too. Hell, you couldn’t ignore it for Niall’s sake. He’s still the love of your life and best friend.

“It’s okay. I still care about him. I’ll always care about him.” You walk into Niall’s house and go to his living room. “Niall?”

He’s dreaming. He has to be. The only time he ever hears your voice is in his dreams. He feels his eyes begin to water. His breath hitches and he swallows the lump forming in his throat.

“Y/N.” He hardly ever uses your name, always saying a nickname or a pet name. It takes you aback. You don’t know how to react when you hear your name fall from his lips, especially with so much emotion behind it. You look at him, still handsome as ever (though a bit rough).

“Niall.” You say again, feeling yourself tear up. You go over to him and kneel in front of him on the couch. “I…I can’t even think of the words to say to you right now. I-I’m so so sorry.”

“You left me,” he whispers. Your heart shatters. Those three words hurt you more than the actual break up.

“I’m so so sorry, Ni. Please. You have to understand, I-I couldn’t handle being hated on anymore. It had nothing to do with you,” you cry and shake your head. “I’m being honest, love. Please.”

“Honest? You want honesty?! I’m still in love with you, y/n! I will never not be in love with you! You mean everything to me, and I never wanted the media to fuck up our relationship like this. You wanted honesty?! I fucking gave it to you. I’m still in love with you.” He’s yelling now. It was like he got snapped out of his trance. There’s tears running down his cheeks and his face is red from the crying.

“I still love you too, Niall! I didn’t break up with you because I fell out of love with you, I broke up with you because I’m a coward!” You match his volume level and start crying even more.

“Don’t talk about yourself like that. You know I hate it,” his voice is back down to a normal volume. He looks you in the eyes. “You look really pretty.” It’s simple, a compliment he’s given you millions of times. But it means so much at this moment.

“You look really handsome.”

“I’m a mess,” he sniffles and chuckles quietly.

“Don’t talk about yourself like that. You know I hate it.” You nudge him and smile slightly. “You look handsome, love. A bit rough, but handsome.”

“I love you. I still love you. I know we’re so far from our first date at the zoo, but I’m here with you being completely honest. I’m still in love with you, and I always will be.”

“I love you too, Ni.”

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