X reader rejected

Originally posted by letswritepotter. You and Fred had been dating for a few months by the time the Triwizard Tournament came around, bringing the Yule Ball with it.

Fred had asked you in the sweetest way, taking you down to the boathouse and surprising you with a bouquet of beautiful red roses. All of the girls around you looked stunning, their smiles wide and voices excited. You ready? You look absolutely amazing. You walked out the Gryffindor common room and down the stairs.

You were focusing hard on not tripping in your heels when you heard a familiar voice in front of you. He pulled you into a soft embrace, kissing your forehead before offering his arm like a true gentleman.

You laughed as you took it. The whole of the Great Hall had been decorated in sliver blue with a huge dance floor in the middle already filled with partners dancing.

You locked eyes with Fred as a wide grin spread on both of your faces. The music was upbeat and lively as you stepped on and danced in sync juts as you needed to take a breather, the music slowed and Fred pulled you close. You found your rhythm as you danced together across the floor, you looked deep into his eyes and he yours. For a second you forgot everything around you and got lost in those great brown orbs, you flicked back to reality when the music hit a decrescendo and faded away.

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You found them and chatted for about half an hour. Word had gotten around that Seamus Finnigan had spiked the punch and after having a glass, that was obvious. You waved as you went back to where Fred had told you to wait. The music had completely changed since the last time you danced, the orchestra had been replaced by a rock band. You waited for a few minutes before checking your watch again You stood up in your tiptoes and searched the crowd. As you left the Great Hall you realised how loud it was in there.

i’m the one being rejected, here

You walked into the courtyard breathing in the fresh air when you heard a familiar voice. You rounded the corner and saw two figures in the dark; a girl and a boy.

Just as you were about to announce your presence you saw them lean in together. The scene lit up as their lips parted. Your jaw dropped and you lost all feeling in your body. All except a stabbing pain in your chest.

You were faced with Fred Weasley and some girl. And so you did, you turned on your heel and ran faster than you ever had before. You sprinted through the door and turned your head back, you c outdo hear Fred shouting but the sound was muffled.

The fell to the floor after rebounding off someone, you looked up. The fact that he and Fred had the same face made you want to scream at him but instead a tear slipped out as you got up. You took your heels off so you could escape the situation less painfully.

You started marching back up the stairs when George grabbed your arm, holding you back.Requested Prompts: 6,31,14, The death of your father was when you realized this. It had broken you, leaving you a shell of a person. People avoided you cause of all the rumored things you did. The only person who was with you that whole time was Peter Parker, your childhood friend. To stick by their side, no matter what. But you knew what people said always drove everyone away. So It bewildered you what made him stay after all your habits and failures in life.

He just wanted to help you through this hard time. All he needed was to hold you tight and reassure you everything works out in the end. But of course, you were oblivious to his feelings. Anyone could tell he was head over heels for you, except you.

So when you invited Peter to a night out, you thought nothing of it.

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And when you made-out with another person while out to get some drinks for you and Peter, you thought it was completely fine. He thought maybe, just maybethat this would be the night to make a move. To finally tell you how much he loved you.

But if course, he was too late. Tears on the edge of brimming over. Pushing past the crowds of people to get to the exit. Peter opened the wide doors out, the blasting music fading as he ran down the narrow pathway. Leaving both your mistakes in the wake. He should have known.Not even a week later he decides to talk to you, not so subtly jealous about you spending time with Ben.

Things sort of…escalate from there. I still need sleep. Richie stops laughing at Stan and, still giggling, turns to you. She knows. His eyes once again scan the boys, who continue to tease without mercy. There would be nothing to celebrate. He looks lost, twisting around in his seat on the log. There, Bev, I said it? All good? The air is thick and you can feel it, choking you. Like that. The sheer humiliation was enough to make a grown man cry, but not you.

It was easier to be mad at him than at yourself. Thanks for that. You get off the log and brush yourself off, walking over to your bike. Even with your back turned, you could still feel their gazes, burning holes into your back. You turn towards them, mounting your bike. They were still quiet.

Mike looked at you with pity, Bill stared at the ground and Ben whistled lowly, thinking no one could hear him. A couple days later, after avoiding leaving your house in fear of meeting Richie on the streets, your doorbell rang. Leave it to Ben to make you feel better, no matter how shitty your day was. You walk over to the coat rack and grab your black windbreaker, pulling it on. You observed the cafeteria, dreading when Richie would come and sit down at your usual table. He was walking from the lunch line in slow motion, your brain going fuzzy with panic.

You stared down at your food, refusing to look up again. You nearly snorted. Those were the exact words you said to him the day you confessed, and the irony was killing you. You look up at him only to glare. Richie Tozier is tongue tied for the second time this week. That must be a record. You still stare at him through half lidded eyes, not amused at all.

Richie looks at you incredulously, like what you just said was some sort of crime and suddenly stands up on the tables bench. You panic even more, pulling at his pant leg, begging him to sit down. What the hell are you even doing? By now, more than half the cafeteria was staring at you and him. To your horror, everyone quiets down, listening to what the weird kid has to say.

Finished with his big speech, he plops back down, red in the face and panting slightly from yelling.Request : Hey!

Kind of hurting James and Lily dating a girl? Credits to their original owners. Big deal! Guess what? Girls could like girls just like boys. You were more than okay with that. You had accepted that fact when you were very little- everyone was asking you if you liked that boy with the baby blue eyes or the other one with the dark hair when you really just liked the fierce little girl with the untamed hair and the piercing eyes.

However, you kept quiet. Once you were accepted into Hogwarts, you were definitely sure that you liked girls. It was safe to say that a certain red-haired Muggle-born had your attention. She was kind and very sweet from the first encounter. Her beautiful green eyes were twinkling with excitement.

Over the course of years, you finally came out to your parents. Love was love, no matter what. You could see that they were hesitant but it was going to be alright. Things got really confusing once the school year began. You were acquittances, not exactly friends but you would still talk and share a laugh with them. However, things got a bit different this year. You had established a very strong friendship with Lily and Marlene; Alice and her almost ethereal existence; Mary and her too sweet smile.

The five of you were really close-until you realized that you were a bit in love with Lily-just like James.

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You did believe that at some point she would cave into his ridiculous flirt- the boy was so extra. Other than that… great.

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He was glancing at you over and over again. You thought that he just played it cool and tried to be seen as a bit more laid back. Maybe he even did it to make Lily jealous. You caught James looking at you more times than you could count.It had been a while since you visited Central City. Ever since you left for college, you had no intention of going back, for the memories of the city and of all the people there had made your heart too broken for it to be mended.

Memories of the people you love had not been those that you wish to share at dinner parties. Mustering a smile, you nodded and joined her and Oliver, who raised an eyebrow in suspicion.

You shot him a glare, making him shrug and open the doors for you two. As the three of you found your way to a table, you asked for their drinks, and made your way to the counter to order.

As your back was turned, the door swung open and two of the people you hoped to avoid came walking in, smiling and chatting away. Oliver Queen. The two shared a look, and silently deciding not to share the real reason why they were here. He came close and enveloped you in a tight hug, which you returned without hesitation. You never told me you worked with Oliver Queen! You smoothened out your blouse and put on a smile. His smile fell, and for a moment — a mere fraction of a second — you felt a twinge of guilt, but he deserved a piece of your mind and a cold shoulder, after all, he was the one who had not made an effort to check up on you.

Clearing her throat, your attention turned to Iris, whom you had never really gotten along with. Nice to see you again. Mister Queen. Oliver merely nodded as she left, his eyes on you and Barry, and the obvious tension in the air. As you took the seat next to Oliver, Barry politely asked to join you. Barry looked surprised, and turned to the two. At the end of the day, Team Flash had convinced Team Arrow for a round of drinks at a local bar, and that, you all agreed to minus Dr.

You sighed, weaving yourself to the bar to get yourself a bottle of something strong and alcoholic — telling the bartender to charge it to the man in the green vest subtlety was one of his flawsand made your way to the roof, where there were hopefully less people and more fresh air.

As you settled to one of the tables near the edge, a voice stopped you mid-open of your drink. You said that twice in one day. Barry shrugged, downing his own drink. That makes you honorary member of the Unrequited Anonymous council. It was stupid — no beyond stupid of me to cut you off like that. Yet, you were completely sober. You should know that I had to live in a box apartment for the first years of college to abide the fees and whatnot.

I left because of you, Barry. I left because it hurt too much to stay. The pain of seeing that love-sick gaze you have in your eyes that are reserved only for Iris. The pain of you getting hurt because of your own emotions.I love you all dearly.

Originally posted by lovesnevertooolate.

Helplessly In Love With Fictional Characters

Another tedious, yet blissful morning on the Blythe farm was something I could never object to. I had always had a love for big open spaces, nature in itself was beautiful. Though I beg to differ on the days that I have to stay inside and complete rather boring tasks and chores. I woke up to the sound of chirping, birds perched on the window that was slightly agape from the night before.

A small inhale came from the quite handsome man beside me, that was Gilbert. I glanced at him for a elongated moment, his features so smooth and sweet, it was almost as if you could see through to his kind heart.

I sighed, hoping promptly off the bed, and getting changed into a dress, with an apron hugging my waist, prepared for the tasks ahead. I looked back at him once more, before turning and walking out the wooden door. They seemed easier to me anyway, sweeping the floor, washing what little dishes and plates we shared. Though my thoughts were interrupted by slightly heavy steps engaging closer and closer until I felt hot breath on my neck.

I felt him smirk at this, he knew my stubbornness, and had decided today, of all days, was the day to test the waters. He kissed my neck, smoothly and with softened lips, I resisted and continued to look down at the dishes, well, his dishes.

But he continued to kiss up my neck and to my temples. I could feel his smirk against my skin. Oh god. He spun me around and kissed me, on the lips this time and with ultimate passion. I pull from his embrace, looking at him whilst his hands glided against the small of my back. What can I say, I love that brown-eyed boy. So I was just sitting there, looking through trending things on youtube and you know what came into my sight?

To be honest, on a personal note, I feel like if someone were to offer for me to go back and do it again, I would. So in favour of this I am thinking of holding a community where we can all talk about our nostalgic Minecraft experiences, or maybe our new ones I play it regularly lol. You know, bring this gaming clan back to life and enjoy what we still have there for us.

Originally posted by bearie. Originally posted by wanna-be-your-ateam. A dark night whispered sweet serenity into my ears, light glowing from the house that stood firmly against the land. I sat there, dress coiled around my body, hay and splintered wood covering the floor. My sister, a girl of sweet composure, who brought her smile to the class whenever she had managed to wander in.

Now, a ghostly figure that would haunt my dreams in internal silence. Her passions never differed from mine, reading and writing interesting stories with the other girls. The fact that she was gone crazed me. Though maybe the amazing delectables that lay beside me would help me to forget, even for a moment.Your heart shattered at his words.

The two of you were so in love with each other, but had such different minds. I really want to have this baby. He just packed as you beg him to stay.

He shook you off and glared. You lied there on the floor crying. You cry, watching him leave the house. Now how were you going to manage this?

Even though he left you, you still wanted the baby. You want to raise a beautiful life you birthed. So you kept the baby. No matter what, they were all by your side. And they were pissed when they heard that Bakugou left you. Finally, after 8 months, your water broke. Kirishima was sleeping over this night, and he heard your pained scream in the middle of the night. He was panicking because the help in the area was shit so he had to get you to the hospital. He ran out the house carrying you, and suddenly an ambulance rushed to a road he was on.

Paramedics rushed you onto the bed and to the hospital.

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Kirishima held onto your hand as the paramedics helped you deliver the baby. His hand was rock hard because you were squeezing it so tightly.

Finally, you got to the hospital. You were in so much pain and Kirishima was forced to wait in the hallways. The rest of your friends came as fast as they could, and they prayed so hard that you were going to be okay.

They smile gleefully at you and then handed you your baby. Your friends were able to come in. You sniffle happily. Suddenly, someone bursts into the room. It was a blonde haired man with harsh eyes. Your eyes widened. No one noticed your pulse was slowly going down. He saw the baby and gulped.

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