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{ My titles literally suck but I promise my writing doesn’t! I just can’t think of titles for the life of me so don’t judge the names, trust me, I cringe at them too }

Taron Egerton

Water Park

Movie premiere?

I missed you

Yes Taron Yes!

Overdramatic 

Always remember that

Richard x Taron x Reader Smut *

I’d never leave you alone w/ Dean Karny *

Christmas Miracle

“My safe place”

“I’m not ready” (I am ready) Series 

Part One

Part Two

Part Three *

Part Four

Richard Madden

All thanks to Richard...

Goodnight, girlfriend

Honeymoon

My Protector w/ David Budd

Something Sweet

Baby Shark

I like you

You’re incredible

Feel good love? *

I’m doing it!

Most stylish couple award

My Prince

I want control *

Richard x Taron x Reader Smut *

Haunted House

Birthday Head *

Señorita *

“Just Friends”

“I don’t love you anymore”

Allergic reaction

Leo West x Reader

“You matter”

“I didn’t say kill him!” With David Budd

Ben Hardy

“Once a cheater, always a cheater”

Stranger Things

Steve (no longer writing for)

Best study date ever

Oh how I fucking love you *

I could never hate you Steve 

Robin (no longer writing for)

Yes dingus, I like you back!

Please Mommy *

My Star

Domming Skills *

Sheriff Hopper (no longer writing for)

Requested by @benhardysbaby5

Can I please have a super overprotective Ben and major aftercare thanks

TW- cursing, light fighting/arguing then fluff

The day was perfectly fine, you and Ben holding hands at the shopping mall, laughing, buying things, and having an amazing time. Until Ben of course had to take a small situation and bring it big time out of hand.

He was in a different aisle, and on his way back to you he noticed another man, most likely around his age, trying to flirt with you. He stood back and watched, and could tell you were feeling awkward and uncomfortable, but didn’t chime in, not wanting to flip his shit, but he couldn’t resist when he heard the man ask for your number.

“Alright that’s enough, do you know who the fuck you’re talking to man?” Ben says, coming up and grabbing the guy by the shoulder, pulling him back.

“I’m talking to a lovely woman, do you have a problem?” The man replies back with an obvious attitude.

“That woman is my girlfriend, so I’d suggest you piss off” Ben snaps at him angrily. “I don’t see ‘your girlfriend’ written on her forehead, you don’t own her” he says, and Ben flips.

Ben pushes him into a shelf, knocking the man and many items over, about to go in for more before you grab his arm, “Ben! What the hell!” You say to him irritated, pushing him behind you before apologizing to the man. “I’m so sorry he did that, we’re working on his anger issues…” you say glancing back at Ben with a dirty look.

“So he’s done this before?! Your boyfriend is a psychopath! You can both go fuck yourselves” He says before getting up and storming away from the two of you.

You’re so irritated at Ben, you put down what you were going to buy and start walking towards the store exit, him walking to keep up with you. “I’m sorry love, I just can’t help it. He needed to stay in his lane and he wasn’t” Ben says.

“So you push him over?! No Ben, that’s not how you handle things, you can’t keep causing scenes like this! You’re way to overprotective sometimes!” You reply, crossing your arms. “Let me make it up to you please? We’re in a shopping mall you know, there’s plenty of ways to do that” Ben gives a slight smile, hoping you’ll take his offer.

“Well..” you give a half smile, half smirk, “I’ve been wanting to get my nails done” you say. “Perfect let’s do that!” Ben smiles before you continue, “but I want you to get yours painted to match mine” you smile and he pauses, “you’ve got to be joking”. And you just shake your head.

Before you know it, you’re both in salon chairs, you getting your long, white acrylics and him getting white on his natural nails. You smile at him, “we’re the cutest couple ever”, to which he gives you a look back, along with a smile and says “I wouldn’t do this for anyone else- feel special”.

You get your matching nails, and even though Ben won’t admit it, your hands look so cute together! And you for sure would’ve thought Ben was done with the kissing ass and trying to make up with you, but he had one more idea in mind after you guys got home.

“Give me 5 minutes then come up stairs” Ben smiles at you and you nod, just putting the bags away with the items you got today, and heading up when the time was right.

“I figured, what’s a day of shopping without a nice relaxing bath to end it” he says standing next to the tub, filled with bubbles and essential oils he put in it.

“Enjoy yourself babe, and get some relaxation.” He says as you get your clothes off and sink into the warm water, and he rests beside you, massaging your shoulders and neck, before playing with your hair and just making you feel good all over, then kisses your cheek before closing the door and leaving you to your peace.

Requested by @jolovesfandoms

The reader has a panic attack and Taron is very soft and gentle towards the reader, maybe have him sing to as well.

TW- panic attacks, mentions of covid pandemic

This pandemic has been a stressful time for everyone, and as much as Taron tries to relax you about it, your anxiety can’t help but take over. So many thoughts race through your head,

“What if I get sick?”

“What if Taron gets sick?

“What if someone we know dies?”

It’s all too much sometimes, you have trouble with anxiety as it is, and although you fully believe in following the protocols, the masks and the stores and all of the overthinking sends you into a panic attack sometimes, and today just happened to be one of those days.

You sat on your couch, talking with Taron as he reads new articles online, muttering them out to you, all about COVID, filling your head with bad thoughts. “Oh shit” he says coming across a specific one, “It says here this virus might never go away.” Hearing this was your breaking point.

Your heart started racing, your breathing speeding up, getting heavier, and getting harder to come out. He kept reading until you finally blurted out, “Taron, s-stop’ before putting your head in your hands, tears starting to come out.

Taron notices and immediately stops and puts his phone down, rushing over to where you’re sitting and kneels down in front of you, resting a hand on your leg, rubbing it gently. “Hey, hey it's okay honey” he says in a soft voice, but all you can sob out is, “No it’s not” while shaking your head.

He wraps his arms around you and just holds you, moving up next to you on the couch, “I know how hard this virus is on your mental health. I’m so sorry I mentioned it” He says with a calm tone. “I can promise you everything will be okay, and if it isn’t I’ll do my best to make it okay.” Taron whispers in your ear, your breathing regulating again but you're still crying.

He remembers the one thing that always eases your mind, and that’s his singing. Ever since he filmed “Rocketman”, ‘Your song’, turned into your song, and he sang it to you whenever something was wrong.

He began singing the song, wiping your tears as he sings “Your’s are the sweetest eyes I’ve ever seen” which brings such a smile to your face, sniffling and wiping your eyes, reaching a calmer state and continuing to listen to his voice.

“I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words, how wonderful life is while you’re in the world” He sings out before planting a kiss on your forehead and hugging you tightly, you smiling and holding onto him back.

“I feel so safe here” you say and look up at him with your puffy eyes. “Safe where love?” Taron asks. “In your arms, in our home, with you.” You smile. “That’s exactly how I want it to be, I will forever be your safe place. I’ll never let anything hurt you” He says, grazing your cheek before placing a soft kiss on it.

Requested by @gwilymleeisbae

How about Ben Hardy and reader are in a serious relationship and one day she catches him cheating on her with a mutual friend of theirs and finds out they’ve been having an affair for a long time. Like something super angsty, if you want.

TW- cursing, light/implied smut, cheating, yelling

You and Ben have been dating for a while, almost 3 years, and you’re still so in love with this amazing man. You both had hectic work schedules, him being gone more than you, but you tried your best to make things work, and you always did.

Only if you know what you’d find out this weekend, you’d never have come back early from your work trip.

Ben had his arms around your waist as you folded clothes for your trip out of town this weekend. He smiled in your neck as you packed things away.

“I wish you could come” you looked back at him and smiled. “It’s only a few days love” he kisses your neck in between his sentences, “you’ll be back in no time” he smiles.

You and Ben had such a healthy relationship, it was always smiles and laughs. You seemed almost perfect for eachother, all these years together were perfect. You had the best boyfriend, best friends, best everything. Atleast you thought you did.

You put your suitcase in the car, leaving Thursday night, and arriving home Monday. Atleast that’s what Ben thinks, but you’re gonna surprise him and try to be home Sunday so you can spend his day off together.

You arrive at your hotel, with Ben still sending his “I miss you already!” Texts, but you notice little changes that night. His texts are short, taking long to answer. You aren’t even hearing from your best friend Jade, but you know she sucks at texting. Ben doesn’t.

Mean while at Bens and Y/Ns house

“My phones going on silent” Ben says with a smirk, finally getting his alone time with your best friend who’s grown to be ‘his best friend’ as well. “It’s been forever” Ben says, his hands on her waist pulling her in for a kiss.

“It couldn’t of been that long” your friend Jade says with a giggle, “I just visited you at work last week” she says and bites on his lip. “A week is a long time without you..” he says with a smirk, looking in her eyes before escalating things more, taking it to the bedroom.

Back to Y/N

You spend your workdays sad, anxious to get home to Ben. He’s never ignored you like this before. You know he has work but still.

Sunday morning rolls around and you’re back on your way home, and if everything goes to plan, you’ll be back by afternoon. You pull into your driveway, seeing Jades' car parked there, and you know deep down, you don’t have a good feeling about this.

You leave your luggage in the car, wanting to just get inside, but heartbroken, disgusted but what you hear.

“Ben, fuck!” Is moaned from the bedroom as you stand in the entrance way, rushing upstairs to the bedroom and swinging the door open.

“How could you!? Both of you?! What the actual fuck!” You yell out, your voice breaking, trying to hold back the tears.

Jade grabs a blanket and gets off of him quickly, “you weren’t supposed to be back yet” she says in a panic, throwing her clothes on, rushing past you and leaving as quick as she can, Ben throwing shorts on, and rushing over directly to you.

“Baby, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean any of this” he muttered out. “How long was this going on for?” You asked, choking back tears dreading the answer you’d get. “That doesn’t matter..-“ But you cut Ben off

“I asked you how long this has been going on for!” You yelled in a demanding tone. “A year!” He yelled back. Your eyes already filled up with tears let loose and they streak down your face, “How could you do this to me! We seemed so perfect!” You cried out

“Y/N, you know I love you, I love you with all my heart but-“ you cut him off again, “but what Ben?! But what?!” You sobbed out. “I love her too! Is that what you want to hear Y/N!” Ben hollers out

You’re left in shock, all you say is, “Then you can have her”, wiping your tears and walking down the stairs. “Good thing I left what I brought in the car, I’m not coming back to get my things until you’re not here!” You yell up at him.

“It doesn’t have to be this way! I still love you!” Ben says following you down the stairs. “But you didn’t love me enough to not love her” You say opening the door. “I hope you two have a good life. Or that both of your lives fall apart. Either works”

“Fine then, if you wanna be that way fuck you too Y/N. We could’ve fixed this, I hope you’re happy with throwing 3 years down the drain” Ben says

Prompt- “I didn’t say kill him!”

Summary- When the reader is getting harassed by a man, her bodyguard David took it into his own hands, but not the way she thought he would.

TW- curse words, angst, gun use, sexual harassment, blood.

You’re standing there in awe, hovered over this bloody body on the floor, who was previously living moments before. You were stunned, David? Not so much. Here’s what went down,

*flashback to an hour before*

“I don’t need your supervision!” You fight with your mothers bodyguard who is keeping an eye on you always, even when you want to just have alone time at a bar.

“You know I can’t do that Y/N, your mothers a big political figure right now, which means you’re at risk. She wants me out with you and I don’t blame her, I need to keep you safe” David replies, and you scoff,

“Bullshit! You don’t care about keeping me safe, you care about your paycheck. I’m 23 years old and can handle myself” You speak with your eyes rolling, walking away from him.

Even at the other side of the bar, he’s always there, looking at you, watching who you’re talking to. You hate your name being in the public eye. And you hate how gross men can be sometimes, as a random drunk male approaches you with a hand on your shoulder.

“Oh babe.. look at y-you” the man slurs his words with a smirk. “Let me buy you a drink” he says trying to caress your face. “I’m good thanks” you say disgustedly, standing up but he pushes you back down.

“Just one h-hot stuff, c-come on, don’t be a tease” the stranger whispers out. “I said no!” You say loudly enough, David knowing he needs to get this guy to fuck off.

“Hey man she said no” Budd says angrily, which won’t end well if this man doesn’t get away. “Do you wanna fight?” The man mumbles out, “come on, let’s go in the alley way down from the bar” he says pushing on David.

“You wanna act so tough and protect me? Beat his ass” you say to David, clearly with an attitude. And before you know it, the three of you were there, them in the middle, you standing back.

It started with some pushing, hitting, little things before the man yelled out, “whoever wins gets to fuck the bitch over there!” Setting David over the edge. Before you know it, his gun is out and there’s a shot fired right in his chest, blood spurting out.

“David!” You yell out, panicked looking over the man. “You told me to fight him!” David spits out quickly, his accent thick.

“I didn’t say kill him!” You reply loudly, your eyes wide and heart racing. “Quiet down! And get in my car. I’ll handle this. It’s dark out. I’ll turn it in as an act of self defense, that I saw him on you and had no other choice. And you’ll back that statement up okay?”

“David..” You say in shock. “In the Cop car. Now.” Is all he says, and you know you need to listen.

He calls the other officers in, and you give the story he told you. Defending his name, and he defends yours. You both made sure everything added back up. After questioning and a long night, he drove you back to your apartment, staying the night to make sure you’re okay.

“You know I did this tonight because I love you” He randomly blurts out. “What?” You ask confused, sitting on the couch wrapped in a blanket, still shaken up. “You act like I do what I do for money, but I really do love you. I wouldn’t have done that for anyone else” he says.

You’re silent, not really knowing how to react. “Sometimes I think you’re such a hard ass all the time because you like me too” he says, which is a very bold statement, that might be correct.

“Maybe” is all you reply at first, taking a pause. “I’m not saying I like you, but I’m saying if you kissed me right now I wouldn’t complain” you smile up at him, to which he leans in, cupping your face and passionately kissing you, and you let your lips kiss back.

Anyone have any angsty prompt ideas or requests for Richard Madden or Taron Egerton? Or even Ben Hardy! If so please send through! Thank you! Doesn’t matter how bad they are, the more angst the better;)

Prompt- “I thought that if i acted like it didn’t matter, then it wouldn’t”

Summary- reader is struggling with depression and harmful thoughts, when Richard steps in to try and help

**please read below!!!**

TW- depression, talks of self harm, scars, mentions of losing weight, could be hard to read for some

A/N- I just wanted to say I know not everyone's depression is the same, I’ve intertwined some of my own feelings into this story, and just things that would help me to hear. I know this is not how everyone is and no one's thought process is the same. This is in no way to glorify depression, as I am diagnosed and very away it’s not this easy. This is just a fic.

My dms are always open to anyone who wants to talk about anything.

As much as you tried to hide it, you were struggling, and people were beginning to notice. Especially your boyfriend Richard, who you kept telling him to “leave you alone, and nothings wrong”, but you both knew that wasn’t true.

You have to force yourself out of bed everyday, your eye bags get darker by the minute, and you're losing weight from simply not being hungry anymore. But life goes on, and you try to put a smile on your drained face.

You sat silently at the breakfast table this morning, Richard already showered, dressed, and ready for the day, whereas you have on an oversized t shirt and your smudged mascara from the night before. You can feel the tension between you two as you avoid eye contact and stay silent, feeling ashamed of what depression is turning you into.

“Y/N, you’re gonna have to tell me what’s happening at some point.” Richard says and sighs. “Nothings happening” You mumble back. “Somethings obviously happening, I know it, you know it, everyone fucking knows it. I wanna be here for you but you keep pushing me away.” He says sadly.

“Do you think I want to feel like this? Like shit all the time?” You say on the verge of breaking down in tears. “I feel so miserable Richard, but I don’t want it to be anyone else’s problem.” You snap at him.

“Do you seriously think hiding it is going to help?” He says. “Everyone notices love, it is our problem. It’s taking a toll on you, it’s taking a toll on your relationships, our relationship! It doesn’t have to be this way.” Richard says, shaking his head, but you aren’t ready to talk about it yet. “Nothings wrong” is all you say before getting up and walking away, to which Richard face palms himself.

You sit in your bathroom, it’s quiet there, and you’re alone. It’s times like this where things get too much, and you can’t process anything but the urge to hurt yourself. You don’t do it this time, you know you can’t with Richard being here, instead you just twirl the tiny blade between your fingers, letting tears fill your eyes.

“Y/N?” You hear outside the door moments later. “I’m coming in, I’m so sorry for getting snappy with you” Richard says and opens the door, seeing you sitting on the floor. “Y/N…” he speaks with a concerned voice, seeing the razor on the floor next to you.

“It’s nothing I swear, I didn’t hurt myself” you reply back fast, wiping your tears and standing up, but he stops you from walking past. “Let me see your wrists love, it’s okay, I won’t be mad” Richard says quietly, rolling your sleeve up, and seeing scars you’ve collected over the past month. “Oh my…” he says sadly, “you didn’t now but you have before..” He brings you in his arms and pulls you into a tight hug. “Talk to me love please” he whispers in your ear, “ I’m here for you”.

You can’t hold it in anymore, and you start sobbing in his arms. “I thought that if I acted like it didn’t matter, then it wouldn’t” you say quietly through tears and he squeezes you tighter. “It always matters, you matter. I can’t imagine this earth without you. I’ll do everything in my power to make you feel better, just no more holding it in okay? You matter so much” Richard replies softly, tucking your hair behind your ear and looking in your eyes.

Requested by @dogmom2014

Leo and the reader just had a baby and Leo has a DJ event out of town. He wants to help the reader out so they go with him. When he brings the baby out on stage, he later finds you tired and asleep backstage.

You’re packing some items for a few nights out of town for one of Leo’s dj-ing events. You’re already exhausted and you know this trip won’t make it any better, but you know being home alone with a few month old baby won’t be any easier.

“You know Y/N, I’m thinking about taking the baby out on stage at the end of the night, introduce him to the crowd.” Leo says with a smile, but you aren’t so sure about that. “And how are you gonna do that?” You ask, “Considering he is tiny and sensitive and your shows are very loud.” You say giving him a look.

“I knew you’d say that, and that’s why I’m always one step ahead” He grins and opens a box he received, taking out tiny, baby earphones and holding them up. “Look at these! How little and cute, they’re noise cancelling, and he won’t hear a thing.” Leo says, feeling very confident in these headphones.

You smile, “Well there’s only one way to see if they work”, you reply, picking your son up from his crib, holding him so Leo can put them on. He adjusts them to his head, and both of you speak, some words loudly to test them. “No reaction and he looks adorable, seems to work good for me” Leo says and chuckles.

You agree, and pack up the rest of what’s needed, including the headphones, and get the bags in the car. Soon after that, you guys were on your way to the hotel and venue.

You settle in at the hotel, exhausted from packing and the multiple hour drive but pushing through so you can watch the baby while Leo gets ready for the show. You later leave for the venue, making sure to not forget those baby headphones Leo is so super excited about, and get your own room backstage.

The night began, and you could hear the music from backstage with your son, hearing Leo hyping the crowd up and making sure everyone is having a good time. You stay back holding the baby and spending time with him, but peaking out at the crowd every so often, seeing all the flashing lights and people dancing.

It amazes you how he can create such happiness, Leo always puts a smile on peoples faces, and he knows how to make people have an amazing night. You can see the night calming down, and it was getting quite late, and you waited for Leo to come get the baby.

Shortly after he does, making sure his headphones fit good and picking him up, bringing him out to say hi to the people, and you lay down on the couch backstage.

“Before I go tonight, I wanna introduce you guys to someone special to me” Leo says coming back out with a smile. “This is my baby boy, he’s my world. How can you resist this little smile, and those cute ass little headphones!” Leo yells out and the people go nuts, smiling and swooning over your son.

“He was a success” Leo comes back to you smiling, but soon sees you on the couch, already asleep, the loud noises not disturbing you one bit. He gently wakes you up, “I fell asleep?” You say rubbing your eyes and sitting up. Leo nods, “Wow, you really are exhausted love. You didn’t even need baby headphones to block the noise out and fall asleep” he laughs. “Let’s get you back to the hotel”

Requested by @dogmom2014

Reader has an allergic reaction and Richard and her both freak out and Richard takes care of her.

You just got back from your shopping spree with Richard, which as always, is you doing all the shopping and him just being happy to spend time with you. He tags along and stays by your side at every store you go to, holding your bags and being your “assistant”- but he loves every minute of it.

You go into your shared bedroom, setting the bags on your bed, ready to try some of your new products. You’re especially excited about your new skincare set. From the toner, to the masks and moisturizer, you’re bringing it into your bathroom, ready to try it all.

“I see someone’s having fun” Richard says with a chuckle as he comes into the bathroom, seeing you organize the bottles and open them. You smile and nod, using the cleanser and taking your makeup off after the long day.

You rinse your face hearing Richard say, “While you have your spa day I’ll make you a cup of tea. Just come down when you're ready love.” He smiles and heads off.

You go through your new routine, applying all the products in the order the lady at the makeup shop told you, ending with your moisturizer and heading back into the bedroom, putting your pjs on and heading to Richard downstairs. You spot your tea on the counter, and Richard in the kitchen.

“Your tea’s sitting right over there- oh my gosh” Richard gasps as he turns your way, his hands flying over his mouth as he looks at your face. “What’s wrong?” You reply, your brows furrowed and immediately concerned. He steps towards you and gently touches your cheek, “Your face!...” He says, and you question, “My face?..” You say confusedly before heading to the nearest mirror, him coming with you.

“Oh my god my face!” You exclaim in shock, looking at the puffy bright red cheeks on your face, followed by your forehead, chin, and all the rest of your skin which was the same. “I don’t know what to do, oh my god…” You say concerned at this breakout.

“Is your throat closing? Can you breath?” Richard says panicky, to which you nod, “I can, it’s just some sort of bad reaction, this has never happened before!” You say. You head back over to the kitchen, Richard having the idea for you to take some Benadryl to reduce the swelling. He brings you to the couch, holding a cool compress to your face, trying to reduce the redness and the burning, tingling sensation you’re feeling, then it finally hits you.

“My new skincare products!” You gasp and look at Richard and his eyes widen, “That makes so much sense..” He says, you both coming to the realization of what just happened. “We’re throwing those out immediately, love” Richard says, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your forehead. “Not that you aren’t beautiful like this, but I don’t want my girls face being nothing but normal” He says, making you giggle.

“Me too bubs” You smile at him and peck his lips.

Summary- After things have been off in your relationship with Richard, you finally talk to him about what’s wrong, but it’s far from the answer you expected.

Trigger warnings- Very angsty, yelling, light swearing

A/N- I finally had some inspiration to write after being gone for months! Hope to be back more often. Enjoy!

Every night was the same, you both went to bed angry and woke up barely speaking. It wasn’t always like this, it wasn’t always lying there backs facing each other, not a word spoken, but the past few months everything changed.

You think back to the first months of our relationship, the cuddles, the dates, the love. It was like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Richard was your dream come true, and now? You don’t even know what you are. You live this unrealistic reality. You live for holding onto the memories and the pictures of us from when we were happy, and that’s where you are now, as you walk down the stairs with a photo book from your first few months.

You walk up to Richard, sitting on the couch, face buried into his phone, and I quietly speak. “I found a photo book from our first dates…” You say lowly. His eyes rose from his phone, looking up at you like he didn’t know what to say, “Nice..” was all he could reply. It takes you a second to ask, but finally you gain the courage, “Would you like to look through it with me?” You ask, placing yourself next to him on the couch. He stays quiet, but nods and you open it.

Every picture had a memory, had a meaning. Your smiles tell a story. “I remember that day” Richard says with a sad soft voice, pointing to a picture of you and him, arms around each other and grins of happiness. You sigh, “I do too”

You want to ask the question, you want to ask what happened, what went wrong. You know it will cause a fight, you know it won’t end well, but you have hope. And you are holding onto that hope so hard. Maybe we’ll work things out, maybe things will get better, but you just don’t know, and you won’t know until you ask, and that time to ask might just be now.

You snap out of your thoughts and come to terms that you need to talk about things. There is an awkwardness between you. The silence, the tension, but finally you break it, preparing for the worst, but hoping for the best.

“Richard… what happened? Between us?” You say with a cracking voice, hoping you won’t cry. He looks down at his hands, which are resting in his lap, taking a deep breath before replying, “I don’t know Y/N”. You look at him confused, “You don’t know?..” is all you could ask.

“Yeah, I don’t know” he says sounding frustrated, that’s always how he sounds before he gets more angry and irritable, like he has been. “If I knew I would tell you. Do you know? Tell me Y/N, do you know that the problem is?” He asks, his accent getting thicker. “No I don’t know Richard, it’s why I asked..” You say calmly, trying to get things de-escalated.

He stands up, arms crossed, “Then why the fuck would I know?” He says sarcastically with a look of confusion. You’re taking a risk on saying this, but you need to stand up for yourself. You take a breath, “Maybe I thought you’d know because this is all your fault. You started this. You started yelling, you started drinking! You started being angry all the time.” You say sadly, looking up at him.

He looks mad, you know he’s about to blow, and he does. “My fault?! This is MY fault?!” He yells. “You ever think maybe I have a problem, and that’s why I’m angry? Do you even care?!” Richard exclaims. You stand up with him, “Of course I care!” You sincerely say to him. “Then fucking act like it!” Richard hollers.

You try to remain calm, “If there’s a problem talk to me about it! What’s the problem Richard, what’s wrong?” You say to him concerned.

“The problem is I don’t love you anymore! And I haven’t for a while!” He finally yells out, breathing heavily with his hands on his face. You don’t know how to react. You take a few steps away from him and turn your back to him, covering your mouth so he can’t hear your tears.

Over a year wasted, a year of a person who you thought was your soulmate, a year of someone lying off and on about their love. A year with someone who can’t even say sorry for what they just said, who can’t even comfort you.