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wyvernest · 10 months

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would you be able to write something about chubby!reader having body issues and thinks she doesn’t deserve miguel because he’s so sculpted and beautiful, but miguel reminds her how perfect she is? (in whatever way you think is best)

i just love reading these types of fics and they really help boost my confidence 🥹

tysm! <3

hope you like it<3

aphrodite

pairing: miguel o'hara x f!reader

warnings: fluff, established relationship, body dysmorphia

summary: you start feeling self conscious right before your date, and miguel isn't having any of it

translations are at the end

Miguel had finally made time to take you out. You are well aware of the fact that he is a busy man, and had decided against pressuring him to abandon his work overtime.

But tonight was for you. He had planned out the perfect date, from the restaurant, reservations, to the tiniest details; what day would be best in terms of weather, your job, and his duties.

To say you were overwhelmed with excitement was an understatement. He had always been so caring and considerate, looking for ways to make you feel valued and appreciated even when time itself stood against his efforts. Finding unadulterated joy in asking you out like it was your first time getting closer to each other over and over again, the 'honeymoon phase' spark never once leaving your relationship, contrary to popular belief.

And so here you are, in your shared home, getting ready for yet another date with the most handsome man you've ever seen.

He's already fully dressed, fixing himself in the mirror. His black suit sits oh-so perfectly on him, hugging the shape of his large back and shoulders, tight enough around his biceps, so that they still bulge through the material when he brings a hand up in his hair to tame some dark strands that had fallen out of place. It accentuates the line of his abdomen, having his large thighs finish off the whole look.

He stands in front of the bedroom mirror, in his striking royal height, the man that ancient Greeks probably had as a muse when they sculpted the ideals of the male body. His dark, cocoa brown hair is brushed back, silky and soft. His perfectly contoured face is dimly lit by the low, warm bedroom lights, his features prominent: the bridge and line of his nose, squinted piercing eyes along with a downright intimidating set of brows His sharp jaw is held up high while he works with his tie, expert hands skillfully experimenting around an array of various knots, pondering upon which fits best.

He truly is quite the sight, you melt at the tableau before you, holding back a sigh seasoned with nothing but the very heights of being irrevocably enamoured.

His whole presence screams strength and mature dominance, with a hint of incontestable luxury.

Resuming your own outfit, your own body still only adorned in nothing but a pair of panties and a bra, you head to the closet for the one dress you have been imagining yourself in for the whole week since he offered you the invitation. You couldn’t be more excited to finally try it on and admire yourself with it, have people look your way while wearing it, with an arm hooked around the one and only Miguel O’Hara.

Putting it on and adjusting its stretchy fabric over your curves, your smile starts to fade. This isn’t what it looked like the first time I tried it on, you mentally conclude, and the more you look at it, the more things you wish you hadn’t noticed. You pull at the material, the hem, the sides, the neckline, anything you can think of that maybe, just maybe, could fix it. Panic starts to drip into your nerves, what will you do now if it just won’t look good? Screw it and go out with it anyway, and then feel all eyes on you for the rest of the evening? What will people think when they see you, merely decent, next to him? And otherwise, what other option is there? To pick some other dress that can’t possibly be more appropriate for the occasion, since you had bought this one specifically for the place you’re going, and still not look the part?

Your breathing starts to quicken as you keep fumbling with the textile around your shape, attention half directed to the open wardrobe, scanning every shelf and hanger for a second option.

Suddenly, the floor creaks, bringing the echo of incoming footsteps. And there he is, standing behind you, hands on your tense shoulders. You almost despise the image before you; his impeccable, calm and stoic image, next to you, discouraged and deeply insecure in evident comparison.

“What were you thinking about just now?” his words river down over the shell of your ear on a hot breath that has shivers shot down your spine.

“Nothing, I’m getting ready”, you cover it up in a sing-song voice, not wanting to dig deeper into letting him know that you don’t deem yourself pretty enough for him, let alone expect him to find you more attractive than you do yourself. Unfortunately, he’s too smart for your little diversion.

“Don’t lie to me.”, his tone serious, voice deep. His eyes rank up and down your body in the mirror, and you feel an acute need to just disappear. “Que guapa.”

He presses a kiss to your temple, and you feel rosy heat rise to your face.

Your mouth speaks before you think.

“Does it look good?”, he senses the hesitancy in your voice.

“Baby, you’d look like a goddess wearing a potato sack.” he speaks matter-of-factly, as if his statement equals water is wet, the honesty in his declaration evident with the speed with which the words left his mouth. You can’t help but let a giggle break through your disconcerted face, surprised with the association.

“What, like Marilyn Monroe?”

“No, mi alma, like you.” He wraps his arms around your middle, pulling you back into his embrace as you look at eachother in the reflection before you. His expression softens, visibly relaxed and happy to have you close to him.

“These curves, every part of you, I know them as I know myself.” His palms slide over your hips, and all the way back up to your shoulders, effectively chasing away any hint of doubt and worry, cleansing you of anything that isn’t love.

“Eres la mujer de mis sueños.” He bends down, his lips reaching the crook of your neck. “No hay nadie como tú."

You let yourself fall back into his tempting embrace, knowing that he’s exploiting your weakness for him speaking Spanish so low and deep into the vulnerable skin of your pulse point, completely forgetting about the date and the dress.

“And if you don’t like the dress, I’ll gladly rip it off.” He exhibits his talons as a warning, the curved edges of the claws grazing your bare shoulders intently. “If anything, the dress isn’t good enough to be worn by you.”

translations:

que guapa - how beautiful

mi alma - my soul

eres la mujer de mis sueños - you're the woman of my dreams

no hay nadie como tú - there is no one like you

a/n: again, if any native speakers see anything wrong with my Spanish please let me know🤍

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader #atsv miguel #miguel o hara #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o'hara x reader one shot #miguel ohara #miguel o’hara x reader

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azullumi · 11 months

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“are we…” ; kazuha, ayato, alhaitham, & tartaglia

details — here on another agenda of listening to songs, reading the lyrics, realizes how it would sound so good on a fic, and boom! slapping it on a character i think would suit it; basically, songs and tropes as some genshin men

characters — alhaitham, ayato, kazuha, tartaglia (w/gender-neutral reader)

tags — a sprinkle of angst, some of them are out of character, nothing happy is going on (my life relates to it) ; headcanons/scenario

words — 1558

note — getting back to writing so sorry if this fic seems shitty, i’m trying to get my style back by reading the fics i wrote. also i’ll be mostly writing in lowercase now bcs i’m typing on my phone

waiting ; unrequited love — kazuha (bags by clairo)

“can you see me? i’m waiting for the right time.”

kazuha settles on a boundary between you two, standing close behind it, afraid to take a step and cross. and though he was a man who had no fears and wouldn’t let anything hold him back from attaining what he wants, he was scared of going past the boundary as if he would be treading the path of misery once he chooses to do so.

there is always the urge to touch you, the desire to feel your skin underneath his fingertips and unbeknownst to him, his hand would act on its own—he would reach out, his fingers stopping close to your skin before immediately taking his hand back once the realization of his actions had sunk inside his head: “what is it?” you have asked him upon noticing his actions and he could only shake his head before saying, “there’s something on your hair.”

he has this strong sense of denial whenever he does something for you or says something to you, reasoning the flowers that he gives from time to time as an act of friendship and appreciation or the poetry that he creates with you in mindbut he keeps hidden was just because you were too beautiful to not have your being expressed in words and written in poems—

—and every single day, in each morning that he wakes up, he strongly believes that his feelings for you had already dissipated into thin air as if it never existed in the place but only to see your stupid smile and mesmerizing eyes and having himself fall in love again. oh, the amount of times he convinces and tells himself that he’ll avoid you from then on only to have himself basking in your presence later on: “this is the last time,” he tells himself.

there are only two states he would end up in if he decides to go further the line, without you and with you, and he wasn’t stupid to not know that he’ll only have the former happen to him.

he would rather have you close to him and yearn for you despite being so near than the heartbreak and admiring you afar.

“it’s not like you’re in love with me or anything, right?”

toxic ; unhealthy relationships — alhaitham (cry by cigarettes after sex)

“saying you’d wait for me to stay, i know it hurts you.”

you don’t have a toxic relationship with alhaitham nor did you have a healthy one but instead it was miserable, simply one-sided. however, it wasn’t like that at first, he wasn’t like this at first when you two would decide to start over again and create a fresh new page of your love story only for it to end in the same way.

he was good, was great, was wonderful—was. you don’t even know how it got to this point. how did the gentle and sweet murmurs of love and compliments turn to endless shouting and fights at every chance you two get? alhaitham, despite already having raised his voice at you on several occasions, had never raised his hand at you but nevertheless, it doesn’t make anything less hurtful.

“let’s just stop this, i’m tired,” it was clear, it was obvious that the only solution for this wretchedness was to simply just stop and end everything, to cut yourself off him but it doesn’t seem to happen. alhaitham, who possesses such great knowledge and intelligence to know the answer to nearly every problem, never seems to understand that. moments of begging, of asking for forgiveness, for a chance that you always give him, that you always provide him outright, seemingly served and topped with the syrup of your tears and blood.

he only loves you when he’s about to lose you, you know that. you weren’t blind but perhaps you were dumb with that but he loves you then, right? if he really does love you at those moments, then perhaps he did love you right from the start and he just never realized it—it was an endless cycle of gaslighting and making a fool of yourself, finding the reason and making logic out of his actions and words.

it was hard to lose him, you were too used to his presence always guiding you, helping you, and encouraging you that the moment you lost him, you just never seemed to know anything—like a child that was just taken out of the womb, you knew nothing, even yourself. it was a clear fact that you were nothing without him and without you, he was nothing.

“what happened to us, alhaitham?”

convenience ; arranged marriage w/ one-sided feelings — ayato (you’re losing me by taylor swift)

“i wouldn’t marry me either, a pathological people pleaser.”

it was a marriage of convenience—oh, how you hated the word itself. it feels like a painful slap on your face whenever you hear it being used along with the word marriage, one that would leave a burning mark on your skin.

ayato tried to be a good husband, he tried, really. even when he would come home late, he would always have something to give you. despite not having that many conversations and seldomly seeing each other outside the dining room and bedroom, he would still treat you rather kindly and gently, even when you spend most of your nights alone in a bed that was too large for one, you never felt lonely (perhaps you do, you just don’t want to face it because then you’ll realize that your good husband wasn’t good at all); “i apologize, my dear. here, i bought you something on the way back.”

perhaps all of those acts of kindness and sweetness are his way of saying sorry but what’s there to say sorry for even? was it because he failed to arrive for dinner every time or was it just the whole marriage experience overall?

everything was built on convenience, the only time you two would talk to each other is when it’s needed and the conversation you two will have would end rather shortly and the only time he would touch you in a way that makes you feel loved and cherish—making love—is when it’s convenient for him; you were just never a priority, not anything of importance in his life.

what hurts even more is that ayato isn’t even doing any of this because of a boundary that you two had made but rather there was really nothing in between you two, nothing, not even a speck of dust could be found in the distance you two had.

ayato wasn’t even in a state of turmoil, he wasn’t in a position wherein he had to choose something, to sacrifice, to risk something, it’s just that you were there—you were convenient and not because he chose to choose you over anything else. you were easy to woo, easy to hold, easy to fool.

did he really lose you when he never even wanted you to be his in the first place?

“isn’t this convenient for the both of us?”

pleasure ; one-night stand turned to friends w/ benefits— childe/tartaglia (k. by cigarettes after sex)

“we had made love earlier that day with no strings attached, but i could tell that something had changed how you looked at me then.”

it was simply a relationship that was born out of pleasure; created with the foundation of desire, lust, and need. formed in a single night to escape the reality of the misery of your own lives and consistently being nurtured like a seed that was dropped into the soil and naturally taken care of by the rain and sun—it all seemed natural, him inviting you out for dinner, enjoying your time with his stupid jokes and flirty remarks that is luring you to another night of passion just to wake up with a note and a cold bed the next morning.

and there are times you wish to disappear from his life, to stop whatever you two have, and simply just release yourself from his grasp and though he also wishes for the same, childe always holds onto you so tightly as if he never wants you to leave, as if he always want you to stay even if he knows that he’s hurting you, even if you’re just hurting each other; somewhere deep inside his bones, in the crevices of his mind, he doesn’t wish to see you with someone else other than him despite the fact that he wants you to be happy; “stay with me,” he had told you as he kissed and held you.

but childe was a romantic, he always shower you praised in and out of the bed, he was sweet to you; a gentleman with his words and actions. he was lovely, so breathtaking, so poisonous and it wasn’t hard to love him. and he was well-aware of how your gaze seems to linger at him, how there’s something swirling and drowning in the depths of your eyes, and he was well-aware of what it was. and yet, he chooses to ignore it—was it for the good of himself? for you? either way, he can’t have himself falling.

had you known that night with him would end up in this way, you wouldn’t have taken his rough yet gentle hand on that night.

“what’s there for me to stay for?”

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vitaminseetarot · 29 days

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Lenormand PAC: Messages From the Eclipsed Sun 🔆🌑😎

Sup y'all. Welcome to my lil end-of-March reading! Thank you for voting in the polls for April's next PAC topic for the 1 year special, which will be coming up next. Also thank you very, very much once again for participating in my 2nd tarot game! I'm still answering feedback and I'm glad so many of you enjoyed it as I did. I'm looking forward to the next game in summer (possibly a Midsummer game? 🧚‍♀️🐈🎶☀)

I was shuffling my Alchemy Elements deck and noticed that three random cards I pulled out were from the Sun suit (the four suits in this oracle are Moon, Sun, Star, and Earth). I had no topic in mind, so I allowed different mystery messages to come through. These light messages will be relevant to you as you pass through the new moon solar eclipse and all through the next lunar month.

Pick which one of the three sun cards resonates with you:

Flower 💐 Animal 🐎 River 🌊

Pile 1. Flower 💐

Gratitude, Bird of Paradise, Knowledge; Mountain, Astral Travel, Tower, Promise, Garden

The world outside is calling you, pile 1. You can't smell the roses blooming if you keep containing yourself under the roof. The beautiful days want you to explore and wander like a child discovering nature for the first time. Perhaps there are flowers you've never seen up close, maybe it's been a while since nature gave you new things to learn and marvel. Botanical gardens are filled with surprises, as are concrete cracks in the city.

Your hands seem too easily tied up in the working world, fulfilling task after task as if every day was meant to be the same. I see a person staring outside their cubicle, wondering when they'll find the time to make it to the park. Wondering when they'll be able to go to that fair, or practice surf lessons. Wondering, hoping, dreaming of the day when the walls can come down, and there will be no separation between daily life and the life filled with endless creative possibilities, waiting to be picked and weaved into crowns.

The path is neither just up ahead, nor light years away; it's right in front of you now. Accept the moment you find yourself in, even if it's impossible, because the surprises you are looking for are already surrounding you. It may feel like you have to climb far to see any hope of change, but you're asked to find stillness and beauty hidden within the climb. Even if you're not wandering through a field of wildflowers yet, there may be chance blossoms within your reach. Be thankful for the present peace you find. Ivy wraps around ivory walls; nature will find a way to you.

Wherever you intend to go, you may need to leave behind the opinions of others that don't help or encourage you. Let them have their perspectives, for they have their own paths to walk. You have yours waiting just outside the door. The light outside may overwhelm you, but it beckons you to appreciate what it has in store for you. So much more awaits you. But what you have today is just as beautiful.

Pile 2. Animal 🐎

Balance, Lenten Rose, Insight; Letter, Mirage, Heart, Bouquet, Moon

I hope the sun brings you brighter days, pile 2. There are friends (including animal friends!) who want to bask under the warm luminous skies with you. This time encourage us to stretch our arms out, walk with an extra skip, and enjoy what tomorrow has in store. However, there is anxiety keeping you held in, preventing you from racing ahead. You are being called to expand, move your body, and find ways to embrace joyful freedom more.

Before email and mail trucks were a thing, we had pony mail, which could take weeks to arrive to your mailbox. The information you're receiving doesn't match up to the reality you're soon living in. By the time you're reading the newspaper you have, another one will be on its way, contradicting the one in your hands. Reading over and over can help us feel ready to take on the world, but does it? Or is it keeping you in a loop of confirming news that confirms the news that conforms to the news you're expecting?

Newsflash: the most important place, the space that occurs before it's recorded in the papers, is the place your attention should focus on. If you can meet up with your friends in person, try hanging out with them outside of chatting online. Allow yourself to experience life alongside someone, to feel the wind in your hair as they drive; if you have a pet, spend an afternoon with them on a long walk. A friendly person who can help you desires connection.

Life is a mix of bright and sunny days, mixed with cloudy and rainy days. There are days to be serious and days to be goofy. There are times to stay at home online and times to go out with others. There are moments to feel sadness and worry, and moments of humor and happiness. Take it easy on yourself, pile 2, and whatever topic has you fixated on it, allow yourself the chance to step outside, walk away, and feel the light of the sun and moon on your face.

Pile 3. River 🌊

Desire, Cyclamen, Reminiscence; Tree, Protection, Animus, Star, Crossroads

It's okay to not know everything about your path ahead, pile 3. You may be figuring things out as you go along, without any set marker. You're being reminded that whatever path you take, things will turn out okay. Many twists and turns can make a long river, but you will be prepared. It's safe to keep moving in the flow with the currents. When the rolling waves seem slow and steady, it's best to ride along with it, for you have more time than you think to row through.

At times you may desire to keep your boat docked, unable to leave the shore and its many amenities. You may look back on what you used to love (or perhaps found addicting) and wish it were easier to wave it away. Don't be afraid to take souvenirs with you, to remind you of the good times you had. It'll make the transition smoother for when it's time to depart to your next destination. Big changes often require carrying things lightly.

Your north star is shining its beacon out to you. To find it, you must make it; to make it, you must find it. You must set your course by getting clear on where you most want to go. No one else can make this choice for you, for it's your unique trip. The map is with you, provided to you by years of experience and growth. There may be many different distractions, and it's okay to stop to them first just to explore instead of making it to the end goal right away. It's all part of your grand adventure, and the many secrets and surprises make it all the more exciting..

When there's a wish, there's a way. You have the drive within you to set sail towards your greatest yearning in life. Even if it doesn't seem it, you are able to channel the bravery and passion from within. When the skies are dark and you cannot navigate with the stars, you can look to the light beaming out from your soul to find your own way.

This reading has not been evaluated by the FDA to diagnose, prevent, treat, or cure any disease or infection. Please ask your physician before going online.

2024, @VitaminseeTarot ™

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harlowsthetic · 8 months

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More Than Friends.

Featuring. Jack Harlow x Fem! Best Friend! Reader.

Request From [@harlowcomehome]. From the prompts list for Jack : — hang-outs that start to feel more and more like dates.

Summary. When you notice your feelings about him, you start to worry about the outcomes when it comes to telling him.

General Tags. Fluff with some angst.

Content Warnings. Words that are bold/italic are a flashback.

Word Count. 2,2k.

Notes. Thank you so much for this prompt, I loved writing it, and I hope I did justice on this!! Also thank you to my bestie, @inlovewithpandora for helping me brainstorm this and for proofreading it!!

Extra. Requests are open, please read my rules beforehand! / Comments, likes, and reblogs are highly appreciated but not pressured. 💙

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You have known Jack for a long time now, he even managed to become one of your best friends. You loved hanging out with him, he was always fun to be around since he always put a smile on your face. Lately, the hangouts became different, they no longer felt like they used to. you thought you were just overthinking it but the more you hung out together, the more you started realizing your feelings for him slightly changed and they weren’t platonic.

Best friends aren’t supposed to feel for each other, right? That’s what you keep telling yourself to deny your feelings but the way he looked at you like you were the only girl in the world, the way his smile brightened up the room, or the way he said your name, or maybe it was valentines day that put things in perspective for you, you always remembered it so clearly.

You set up the movie you planned on watching and made your way to the kitchen. You hummed a little tune as you opened the freezer taking out your favorite ice cream and a spoon to eat it with. “Another valentines day alone…” You let out a sigh. You gave up on the dating sites, the guys on there never gave you the laugh you had whenever Jack was around. As you were about to open the ice cream, you heard a knock at your door. “Who can that be?” you questioned as put the ice cream on the counter and made your way to the door. You open the door and see Jack leaning against the door frame in a tank top, grey sweatpants, and new balances on his feet. When he sees you, the smile that always gives you butterflies in your stomach appears on his face.

“Jack, what are you doing here?” you questioned as you looked up to make eye contact with him. “Well it’s Valentine's Day and I couldn’t have you spend it alone,” he responded as he revealed what he had behind his back, a bouquet of your favorite flowers. You take it from him and sniff it as your face begins to heat up and a flustered smile makes its appearance on your face. “These are beautiful, thank you, come in.” You step aside and he walks in. You take a deep breath before closing the door and walk up behind him. “I thought a busy guy like you would already have plans with other girls?” you commented as you walked to the kitchen grabbing a vase and filling it with water to put the flowers in.

“Those other girls were not you.” he spoke, when you heard the ‘those other girls were not you’ comment, you couldn’t help but swoon as your stomach filled with butterflies and that smile once again showed its appearance on your face. “I couldn’t imagine my best friend spending today alone in her pajamas and eating ice cream so I rushed right over to keep you company.”

The smile disappeared from your face as you heard “Best friend”. ‘Cause that’s what I’ll always be to you, right?’ you thought, keeping it to yourself. You didn’t want to question because once you start, you might get hurt in the end.

That was the night that made you notice that you didn’t want to be just friends with him anymore but there was just one problem, you had to admit your feelings to him and you didn’t know how he felt or if it was possible that he would feel the same way about you. What if he didn’t and your friendship is ruined and you go your separate ways? You didn’t want that but how could you hold all your feelings in? “What is going on in that pretty mind of yours?” Jack questioned with a worried expression on his face as he paused the movie the two of you, well he was watching. You looked from the TV to him contemplating whether you should just tell him and get it over with but you bit down on your lip, wanting to avoid the outcome of what could happen.

“To be honest, it's—“ you get cut off by a buzz. “Sorry that’s me, hold that thought.” He said as he took out his phone, and when you looked at his phone you noticed the text was from one of his old hookups and your heart immediately sank. You tried focusing on the pause screen in front of you as you fidget with your fingers and your mind started running. ‘Well that surely gave me an answer, what was I thinking?’ you thought, mentally slapping yourself for thinking he could feel romantic feelings for you. You rolled your eyes and looked back at Jack after he stood up, shoving his phone into his pocket. “Listen, I’ve got to go handle something, I’ll see you tomorrow?” You didn’t say anything but a nod of your head and he put on his shoes and walked out of your door after sending you one last wave.

3 weeks later…

Jack has been very worried about you, he hasn’t heard or seen you since he abruptly left your house. You weren’t answering his calls or his texts and he knows you saw his numerous texts because of the read receipt.

When he would go over to your house, you were never there. Did he do something wrong? He tried to think of things he did but came up short, there was no reason for you to be so distant towards him so why were you? “Alright, what’s up with you? You have been absent this whole time.” Urban voiced as he watched Jack stare at his phone for the past ten minutes.

Jack lets out a breath, he didn’t know he was holding. “I haven’t heard from [Name] in three weeks, she hasn’t been answering my calls, texts, nothing.” Jack leans back in his chair. “What did you do?”

“That’s the thing, nothing!” Jack immediately stands up, grabbing his car keys. “I’ma drive by her apartment again to see if I catch her this time.” He shoves his phone into his pocket after he sees his text being ignored once again, tired of seeing the read under each unanswered text. “Alright man, keep me posted.” Jack tilts his head up as he and Urban do their handshake and he heads out.

It took two hours and some change to get to your place and on the way there, Jack thought about what he was going to say, thinking of what the outcome of the conversation between you could be. He was worried because he didn’t want to lose you, you were one of the people he cared most about. You supported him so much throughout his career and were always there for him through thick and thin which made it hard for him not to fall for you throughout the time of your friendship. He did plan on admitting his feelings but he didn’t want to know a life without you in it if you didn’t feel reciprocate feelings for him so he thought it was best to kept it to himself and try to move on.

When he pulled up on your block, he saw you coming out of your car holding grocery bags, the sight of you already put a smile on his face as he missed being able to be with you in person.

Jack parks the car right behind yours. You didn’t even have to look in the car to know it was Jack, you knew his car like the back of your hand. Letting out a groan, you continue heading into your apartment building with him hot on your tail catching up with you as you stop to wait for the elevator. “So what, I can’t get a hi or something?”

“Hi,” you respond dryly as the elevator doors open, You step in as soon as the other people clear out and Jack steps in after you. Luckily the sunglasses and hoodie Jack had on, helped him go unnoticed, he presses the number for you as you try to look everywhere but at him, staying silent. “What’s been going on with you?”

“Nothing much, just been busy.” You gave him a dry response, still not giving him the satisfaction of making eye contact. The elevator reaches the fourth level and the doors open, you immediately step out and make your way to your apartment door. Jack was getting a bit pissed off by the dry responses you were giving him, it wasn’t like you to treat him like this. He needed to know what was wrong and he wasn’t going to leave til this was fixed.

As soon as you open your apartment door and walk in, Jack comes in, closes the door, and takes hold of your wrist pulling you over by the couch. “Jack, what are you doing?” You questioned as you finally looked him in the eyes and saw the angry expression on his face.

“Tell me the truth, what’s wrong?” You let out a sigh, trying to come up with an excuse. “I told you, I’ve been busy,” you responded as you fidget with your thumbs. “Cut the bullshit, I know you’re lying by the way you can’t make eye contact with me.”

“Why have you been avoiding me?” You inhale deeply as you try to find the words. “Did I do something wrong for you to just up and cut me off?” Butterflies formed in your stomach because you knew you had to tell him the truth, too scared of knowing the outcome of this could be horrible but maybe there’s a chance, it’d turn out well. “Tell me so I can-.”

“I have feelings for you, Jack!” you blurted out, interrupting him in the process and you watched as his facial features turned from a confused expression to a shocked one. “Feelings that can’t seem to go away, no matter what I do!” you breathed out not giving him time to put a word in. “I’m not supposed to feel this way about you, you’re my best friend.” You take a moment to breathe before putting a hand to your forehead. “Well ex-best friend now after finding this out.”

Before you can continue to ramble on, Jack closes the distance between the two of you and captures your soft lips with his. Your eyes widened in shock, your mind taking a bit longer to process what was going on but you finally kissed him back leaning more into his touch as your hands traveled to his arms, his hands found your waist gripping you tightly as he pulled you in closer.

You were the first one to pull away, panting as you tried to catch your breath, “W…What was that?” you weakly question as you watch a small smirk appear on his lips. “I took my shot,” he laughed earning one from you along with a playful eye roll. Jack takes your hand in his and motions for you to sit.

Once the two of you sat on the couch, Jack immediately pulled you closer to him so that your legs were touching and you couldn't help the flustered smile spread across your cheeks. “Why would you think that I’d stop talking to you?”

“Why not just tell me?” Jack places his hand on your thigh, rubbing it a bit as he waits for your response. “Because, I was afraid you wouldn’t like me back, that you saw me just as a friend.” you responded looking away from him but Jack brought up his hand and gently moved your face so you could look him in the eyes. “How could I not like you more than a friend?” He smiled. “You supported me throughout my entire career, always been there for me when times were tough, and just in case you didn’t know you’re very hot.” You laugh at his response.

“I feel the same way about you,” you spoke as you placed your hand on top of his hand that was on your thigh. “Where do we go from here?” you queried and Jack snaked his arm around your waist and gave you a small peck on your cheek. “Well, I want to take you out on a date, I think we’d make a cute couple.”

“I think so too,” you replied with a huge smile on your face. “Jack?” You begin to ask and he answers with a small ‘hm” “When did you know you liked me?” When Jack hears your question, he smiles as if he already knows the answer, not having to think about it too long. ”It was Valentine's Day, the night I came over here.” Your eyes widen in shock at his answer.

“When I saw you after you opened the door and the way your face lit up when I handed you the flowers, I knew that no other girl could hold a candle to you.” Jack voiced as he kept eye contact with you. “No other girl could bring me happiness like you, I guess you hold the key to my heart permanently.” he chuckled, earning one from you as well. “That was the same night, I realized as well,”

“How about we recreate that night?” Jack commented as he stood up from where he sat. “Let’s watch movies, order some food, and some ice cream. We can’t forget that,” he states with a smile on his face and all you can do is smile as you reminisce on the old memory but it is different now, this time, he is yours and couldn’t be any happier to start your new relationship.

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yuyu1024 · 4 months

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Lost Innocence

Pairings: Yeosang × y/n

Genre/tags: established relationship

Warning: 🔞 fluff, smut/angst, sensual touching, dry humping, semi public, cursing, unprotected sex, [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 1.8k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

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Summer is finally here. It's one of your favorite season for a few reason. Of course you don't like being at school. It's not your thing. You are just an average student who just go there just because its needed in life.

And the other reason is, you like being outdoors. Yes, You are not a very active person but you did grew up swimming, playing badminton and then also camping with your family. They like going on trips and planning vacations so maybe that's why you are into it though you are also the type of person who just lays down under the shade and read books even surrounded by a gorgeous scenery.

"What are you reading?" A deep yet soothing voice asks as he appears from behind the tree that you are leaning on.

You look up and see your beautiful boyfriend. "Hi..." you say, smiling and squinting because of the brightness.

He goes down to sit down next to you. "Hi..." he whispers, leaning in for a kiss on the lips.

"How did setting up the tents my Dad and brother go?" You caress his cheek

"Went well..." he grunts, sitting next to you. "This is my first time doing the glamping thing..."

"My dad tries to let me and mom experience camping... but he know we can't be into the nature that well so... when we go on a trip... he makes sure to rent a place where he can set up tents. And make us choose where to sleep..."

"And you decided... both of us will be the outsiders... sleeping in the tent?"

"Why?" You raise your brows, smirking. "You don't want to spend time with me?"

He scoffs. "Of course I do..." he goes for another kiss again but this time his hand is making a move to. It goes straight to your chest, feeling your hardened n!pples under your white mini summer dress "I can't wait to cuddle with you..."

"Me too." You smile, bitting your lower lip and batting your eyes lashes at him.

"Fuck." He hisses, crashing his lips harder this time against yours pushing his tongue in and exploring.

His gesture gets you moaning quietly and closing your eyes. You even drop the book you were reading and let yourself get lost with him. Coz just by his kiss, you are already in heaven.

"We..." he pauses, "should control ourselves." He says, smiling. "We can get caught here."

You pout as you lean your back against the tree like earlier. "I wanted more."

"I know babe." He kisses you on the forehead.

"We'll not get an alone time... not until everyone is asleep... and that is late at night..."

"Babe, it's okay. We can do whatever we want later."

You are still not satisfied. You know that this is just your first day on the trip and you still have a few days to spend alone with him especially during the night time since you two would be sleeping alone together in a tent. But, you are craving for him NOW. And you want more intimacy.

"Yeosangie..." you get up, giddy.

"Yes?"

"Let's go for a dip in the pool."

He blinks. "Now?"

"Yeah! Since, my brother and father is busy preparing for dinner, cutting firewoods also while mom is cooking other dishes inside the house. We can go for a dip before dinner."

"Are you sure... that they will be fine without us helping?"

"Yes!" You pull Yeosang up with you and make your way to the side of the house where the pool is.

While going there, you see your brother, Wooyoung walking towards the car. He waves at you and Yeosang.

"Dad and I will just go to the store downtown. We forgot some ingredients mom needed. Also we are buying more wood."

"Okay! Can you buy ice cream too?" You say as you start to untie your dress at the back.

"Okay!" Wooyoung then gets into the car and drive off with your dad.

Just like that.

Yeosang is still in shock how you move so fast from being in the cutest mini summer dress to a two piece black bikini in front of him.

"Close your mouth babe..." you tease him as you go in the pool.

"You never cease to amaze me." He says as he unbuttons his top. "I adore you, y/n."

He calls out your name, with the most sensual eye contact while he follows you in the pool, making you giggle.

He chases after you as you try to swim away to tease him a bit more. But he is fast and eager to be close to you.

"How dare you swim away after pulling a stunt of undressing infront of me?" He pulls you closer, his hand on your hips making sure you can't go anywhere away from him.

You are blushing. You could feel your cheeks get warm not just because of the summet heat but from the way he looks at you. Those beautiful and angelic eyes of him always makes you melt.

"Just teasing you, babe." You make the first move. Starts with nibbling his neck then going down to his collarbone until you reach down to his pecks.

"Babe." He breathes as you let your tongue do its magic to your boyfriend. Playing around his hardened n!pples. "Oh.... babe!" He closes his eyes and let himself feel it all.

You then let your free hand reach down his swimming shorts, pushing it off releasing the beast hiding in there. One of your favorite thing in this world.

You begin by stroking his beautiful length, feeling every part from bottom to tip. Then pumping him slowly and yet satisfyingly. Your touch makes him insane. He can't even control his moans. His whiny moans and heavy breathing is everything for you.

Your eyes glances down and see how thick and hard it is under your touch. Fuck he is so full. Just thinking about him being in you is making you drool and excited.

"Babe," you smile, bitting your lips. "The sun had began to set... it's a little darker now..." the way you speak changes. You are definitely making him know that you are in need of d!ck in you.

Your hands pump him more, under water. It's something both of you have never done and experience before but it feels good. Plus being in public and having the rush of 'what if they catch us' always excited the two of you and makes you horny more.

"Do you want to... fuck me here or..." you whisper each words on his ear before you push your tongue in his mouth.

You are taking over. Making the moves. Making him flustered and yet more aroused than he is.

"Wait 'till we get to our tent?" You ask

Your hands are still busy. You continue to pump him hard whilst not forgetting to stroke the tip, sending strong sensations in his body.

"Fuck." He hisses.

His tiny cries. It's music to your ears.

You both find a spot in the pool where he can lean his back and let you do the work. Plus "hide" whatever you two are doing in the pool from the window view from the house.

"Does it feel good, babe?" You asks, kissing his milk skin and sucking on his peck.

"Fucking good." He leans his head back for a second. To take it all in.

"How... about this...." an evil-ish smile spread across your lips as you pull the string of your swimsuit on your hips. Now, exposing you down there. "Now let's go to the exciting part..."

"Holy... shit." Yeosang pulls you to a hug and kisses you intensely. "Who... would've known... that the innocent girl... I met two years ago... would get naked in public like this... for me." He says in between kisses.

"Only for you..." you answer wrapping your arms around his neck. "My body is only for you to enjoy..." you add.

Then as the skies got completely dark and the automatic lamp post around the pool lit up, you both start to fuck.

The sound of the wind, the tree brunches shuffling and the fire crackling from the bonfire from afar is setting the mood more.

He eases himself in you the second you spread your legs around him, giving him all the access. "So... fucking.... tight." He grunts in between thrust.

The water around you ripples. Your boobs bounces at every slam. And every time he hits your spot a breathless moan escapes your lips.

"Do you want to peak here or..." he asks as he glances at the driveway, slighlty nervous if your family is going to be back any time soon.

"You're worried if my brother and dad would see us...?" You smile at your question

"Of course... I don't want them to see me..." he pauses as he grunts (still fucking you) "d!ck out and their princess getting fucked." His lips quirk up a smile

"Ahh!" You throw your head back as you felt a sensation when he hits it harder. "Fuck! Yeosang! You are so damn good at this."

He lowers his head, bit the hem of your bikini tube top and pull it off exposing your round,plump and lickable breasts. "Holy fucking shit." He dives in and starts to suck the life out of you through your boobs. His tongue hitting the sensitive part.

"Ah! Aaah!" You are crying harder now.

"Ssshh... babe..." he smiles as he kisses you on the lips to help you control yout noises.

"Sorry." You breathe. "I can't... ugh!" He thrusted so you paused to moan again. "Help it."

"Maybe we should take this in private. I want to hear your breakdown but only for me to hear..." he licks your trembling lower lip

"Maybe.. yeah... we should... coz, I can't act take it anymore."

"Your cheeks are getting so warm..." he kisses each on. "Wait here..." he eases himself out of you to gather your things. And immidiately you felt the biggest void in you. You want to cry about it but you know that when you two get inside, he'll tear you apart more.

Like what he did the first time you two had sex for your birthday last year. After that, your life have never the same.

"Babe," you call as you two get out of the pool.

"Hmm?"

"When we get inside... can I try to... be on top?"

He cups you by the jaw and gifts you with the sweetest smooch. "Of course. You can take control... I enjoyed it when you make the move... maybe we can do this often."

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aloneinthehellfire · 14 days

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Chapter Six: Prophetic Girl

The Pariahs That Saved The World

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: canon-events (demobats), some fluffy bits in this one, vecna's curse, not proof-read

[A/N: Oh my goodness, the procrastinator has returned- Whew, thank you all for your patience! I finally found some time to finish the next chapter; I really didn't want to rush anything so just know this one was created with every ounce of love <3)

Prophetic Girl

You don’t know why you dived into the water with the others.

You weren’t a particularly strong swimmer, nor did you have a heroic nature urging you to help save a friend.

The look Robin gave you as her best friend was dragged under the water was probably the culprit, ripping open your heart with her absolute terror.

That was the scariest part of it all. The emotional discipline you had forced upon yourself over the past year could be shattered in seconds from just one look, reigniting a feeling you thought was lost forever. And god dammit, you would do anything to make sure that feeling never got away from you again.

“Steve!” Robin screams as you pull yourself out of the gate, wiping the water from your face.

The Upside Down. It wasn’t like you expected it to be. You know they had described it as a reflection of Hawkins, a darker universe than the one you resided in, yet part of you always assumed there’d be something strangely beautiful about this place. But you were here now, rushing to the others to help them fight off the local bats, looking around with nothing but disgust on your face.

Perhaps you couldn’t find the beauty in everything after all.

You barely reached the others before Eddie was shouting behind you. Duck? In the last second, you mange to crouch to the ground and avoid something with claws flying over your head, screeching into the dark sky. You blink. Was that a…

“Bats!” Eddie exasperates, grabbing an oar from the ground and charging full speed at the one swinging back for a second time.

It was a chaotic blur of stress and adrenaline, somehow batting away small razor sharp teeth and wrestling against their surprisingly slimy bodies. You had managed to pull one from Nancy’s back and drive your boot down on its head before Robin pulled you away from an attack, Eddie’s oar quick to slam it to the ground.

Steve was bitten pretty badly, the first thing you observed as he spat out the head of a bat, panting. You thought Eddie was about to explode from excitement, looking at you with wide eyes and suppressing a smile. How he managed to find joy even in hell, you would never know.

“You okay?” Robin’s hand shook as she places both hands on her best friend’s shoulders, worried eyes searching his. He lets out a breathy laugh and nods, her body practically depleting in relief.

“You’re sure?” Nancy prompts, and he examines himself closer, still nodding. “Took about a pound of flesh but, uh, other than that… never better.”

You let out a sigh and wipe your brow, watching as Robin crouches beside you to shine a light on a bat corpse.

“Uh, do you guys think these bats have, like, rabies?” Robin questions, looking up at you with a frown.

“What?” Steve gapes, and you suck in your lips.

“It’s just that rabies are, like, my number one greatest fear.” She explains, standing back up, “And I think we should get you to a doctor really soon because once symptoms set in, it’s too late. You’re already dead.”

Both Steve and Nancy look at her in exasperation, their features clearly telling that they didn’t appreciate Robin’s spiralling input. You start to smirk.

“Or you’ll become a vampire.” You offer with a grin and he mockingly nods his head.

“We need to get you patched up.” Nancy states, looking dishevelled from the fight, looking around, “Maybe we can-”

The trail of thoughts were lost as you all watch another group of bats fly down to where the gate rested, tearing at it. You squint your eyes, focusing. What were they doing?

“Uh, guys?” Eddie interrupts, and you turn to see him staring at the sky, your eyes widening. “I think we need to get out of here.”

“Nah, there’s not that many, we can take ‘em.” Steve breathes out, wincing when you lightly tap him. But it draws everyone else’s focus up to the sight that had you and Eddie stood in fear.

As your eyes fixate on the litter of shapes between the warm clashes of red and blue, you quickly start to nod, grabbing Eddie by the shirt and pulling him into a run as you all silently agree to a fast escape.

“The trees!” You yell, pointing to your left and you all head for the treeline, ducking for cover just as the bats attempt to swoop down, blocked by the thick expanse of wood.

You all manage to huddle under the flipped version of Skull Rock, panting as the bats fly past with no prey in their sight.

“That… was more cardio than I paid for.” Robin gasps and you collapse against a rock, catching your breath.

Nancy was quick to start patching Steve up despite his polite objections. You even raised an impressed eyebrow when she rips off the hem of her shirt to substitute bandages with fabric, sharing a look of awe with Eddie.

Out the corner of your eye, you see Robin trying to calm Steve down in a way that would have you smiling. But Steve didn’t look to be in the smiling nature.

Calmly, you place a hand on her shoulder and gently guide her away, the girl giving you a smile.

Instead of berating her best friend with a million facts and questions that would probably stress him out, she took a seat on the ground opposite you, her smile noticeably less bright when Eddie plops directly beside you, groaning.

“So… anyone got a blunt?”

“Jesus Christ.” You groan with a smirk, eyeing him with amusement. “You seriously think now is a good time to be getting high?”

“I personally think this is the best time to get high.” He says with confidence, stretching out his legs.

“You’re an idiot.” You say, adoration in your voice that made Robin’s skin crawl.

“Ouch.” He mockingly holds his hand to his heart, “I wasn’t treated this way when you needed a smoke after you rear-ended Mrs Click’s car-”

“Shut up!” You hiss with laughter, gently shoving him away from you and he chuckles, shoving back.

As she watched the two of you tease one another with an ease that made her queasy, Robin’s brows furrowed. You were both much closer than she had hoped for.

“Why did you guys break up?”

The quiet laughter broke into silence, inquisitive eyes suddenly set on hers. She feels her ears burn, quickly swooping her hair forward to conceal them.

“Thank you for asking.” Eddie claps his hands like it was an interview and you roll your eyes, immediately easing the tension. “Well, you see, we were like, what? 15? 15. It was cute, very short, and we realised we were better friends. Right?”

“That’s about it.” You shrug, smiling. Your eyes land on hers with a lightness to them that made her heart swoon.

“So why did you even get together in the first place?” She frowns, face dropping when his eyebrows shoot up. “Oh, god, that sounded meaner than it did in my head.”

“We hadn’t really tried the friend part yet.” You chuckle, and Eddie hums.

“Too blinded by our mutual hatred for King Steve and his merry band of idiots.”

“So you could say Steve brought us closer together.” You quip and Robin suppresses a laugh.

“One of you say my name?” Steve suddenly asks and you all fall into laughter, ignoring the boy’s curious frown.

After a while, Eddie shakes his head and jumps up to stalk over to a fallen tree trunk, inspecting it.

“He’s pretty cool.” Robin sighs, watching him step up onto the wood and survey the land like an explorer.

“Yeah.” You look over your shoulder with a smile, something like sadness flickering across your face for just a fleeting moment. If Robin didn’t find herself completely captivated with every movement you made, she would have missed it completely. Was it… regret? Did you regret the break up? Did you want him back-

“So, uh…” Eddie’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts as you all turn to where he stood at the tip of the tree trunk. “This place is like Hawkins, but with monsters and nasty shit?”

“Pretty much.” Nancy responds, grunting a little as she attempts to shift some of Steve’s weight onto her. “Wait, watch out for the vines. It’s all a hive mind.”

“It’s all a what?”

“All the creepy crawlies around here, dude. They’re like, one or something.” Steve tries to explain, wincing as he brushes his hand over the bandages.

“I repeat, it’s all a what?” Eddie frowns and you stand up, grimacing.

“Uh, step on a vine, you step on literally everything else at the same time and then, well, evil wizard comes to snap our bones.” You shrug, his mouth parted in shock as he nods slowly in recognition.

“Shit.” He simply says, starting his descent.

“But everything from our world is still here, right? Except people, obviously?” Robin appears beside you, her arm brushing against yours.

“As far as I understand it, yeah.” Nancy nods and you can practically hear the cogs turning in Robin’s mind, humming with excitement.

“So, theoretically, we could go to the police station and steal guns and grenades and whatever we need to blow up those bat things that are guarding the gate.” She suggests and you vigorously nod along to her idea, loving where her mind was at.

“I highly doubt the Hawkins PD has grenades, Robin. But guns, yeah, sure.” Steve rolls his eyes and you hum.

“I don’t know, I definitely think Hopper would stash grenades somewhere.” You say and Nancy tilts her head in acknowledgement, silently agreeing.

“Well, we don’t have to go all the way downtown for guns.” Nancy says and you raise your eyebrow. “I have guns. In my bedroom.”

“You,” Eddie jumps down with surprise, brows furrowed. “Nancy Wheeler, have guns, plural, in your bedroom?”

“Full of surprises, isn’t she?” Robin grins.

Eddie doesn’t look convinced.

“Be a sceptic, but I watched her shoot at a demogorgon that was emerging from the ceiling.” You snort, crossing your arms. “And I gotta tell ya, Nancy owning guns is the least surprising thing in that sentence.”

“A Russian Makarov and a revolver.” Nancy confirms.

“Yeah, you almost shot me with that one.” Steve comments, getting closer.

Nancy starts to smile, turning her head to him. “You almost deserved it.”

They share a look and you twist your face. “Gag me with a spoon.”

“I got it.” Eddie says, slipping off his denim vest and launching it at Steve, the boy barely catching it before it hit his face. “For your modesty, dude.”

You almost laughed at his face until the ground violently shook beneath you, throwing you off balance and sending you crashing into Robin. She tried her best to catch you, but she was already falling to the ground, your body laying on top of her and you both squeezed your eyes shut until the earthquake stopped.

“What… the hell… was that?” You pant, turning your head to see Robin’s wide eyes staring back at you. For a second, you couldn’t peel your eyes away, closer than you ever would have imagined.

The moment was short-lived, a chorus of snarls and screeches echoing through the woods like an omen.

“Yeah, so guns seem like a pretty good idea to me.” Eddie gasps.

“Yeah me too.”

“Me three.”

You and Robin both reply as you peel away from eachother, avoiding eye contact like neither of you had any kind of self-restraint.

It was impossible not to notice a particular pair of eyes on you as your own stayed glued to the ground, unfamiliar with the Upside Down and its tricks. For anyone to be watched would be somewhat discomforting, but not in this particular instance. Because, for as long as you can remember now, anytime she’s looked away, your eyes have been returning the favour.

“Did you wanna say something?”

You finally break the silent streak occurring between you and Robin, her sheepish smile brightening her face once she realises she’s been caught.

“I, uh…” She fumbles around for an excuse, letting out a low whistle. “Was just making sure you’re okay. That’s all. Nothing weird.”

“Why do you keep asking me that?” You laugh, catching her eyes and she almost melts. “Do I not look okay?”

“You look amazing.” Robin shakes her head, blinking when she realises what she just said. “Uh, I didn’t mean that. Not that you don’t look amazing, you do, even after all of that. Not in a weird- what I meant to say was I don’t think you aren’t okay, I was just…”

She lets out a groan and you laugh again.

“I’ve just dragged you into this and I can’t help thinking it will be my fault if you aren’t okay.”

“Robin.” You carefully step over a vine, clearing your throat. “Before you showed up at my door, I was already deciding that I was going to help.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” You bite your lip, shrugging. “The, uh, the first time Nancy asked me to help, I wasn’t thinking straight. I just wasn’t in the mood to try and save a town that I hated. It was… complicated.”

“What changed your mind?”

“My gran.” You smile, albeit sadly. “I suddenly realised that I’ve lost too many people here. Even if… even if I don’t belong here, the people living in this town don’t deserve to die. I can’t just leave when people I care about are in danger.”

“So my whole speech was just for nothing?”

“Not for nothing.” You shake your head, suddenly sending her a smirk. “It was very entertaining.”

“Shut up.” Robin giggles, nudging your arm playfully.

As she does, her joy momentarily distracts her from her own very important mission: do not trip.

It almost cost her, glancing down at the last second to come to a screeching halt, the toes of her boots a fraction away from brushing the side of a vine. Her sudden stop itself threw her off balance, and she felt herself falling back.

Until your hands reached out and caught hers, pulling her closer to you before she fell victim to gravity completely.

“Thanks.” She says breathlessly, and you can only nod, looking down to where your fingers interlocked hers.

Clearing your throat, you take your hands back and offer a smile, ignoring the sickly sweet feeling of your heartbeat drumming a little faster than it had been before your hands found someone’s to hold.

“Gotta be careful.” You whisper, returning your eyes to the path and moving towards Nancy’s silhouette up ahead. Robin stood there for a moment longer, biting her lip.

She was just torturing herself now. Either she said something, prayed for some kind of miracle, or she moved on. There was no point living in this romance limbo when there were more important things to worry about.

Her feet were tired by the time you reach the Wheeler house, shifting in her shoes as Steve takes the flashlight from her and clicks it on, the door creaking beneath his push.

The interior reflected its exterior, dark and covered head to toe with vines that made her grimace at the sight.

“Might be time to get a maid, Wheeler.” Robin jokes, almost jumping when she hears you shut the door.

“Sorry.” You mouth, walking into the space. “Wow. Love the décor.”

“Come on,” Nancy tilts her head to the staircase, “I don’t want to stay here longer than we have to.”

She starts bounding up the steps, and Robin gives you a shrug before she and Eddie start to follow up, your own footsteps behind Steve’s. Except, for some reason, he stops.

“Hello?” You crane your neck around to where he’s shining the flashlight at nothing. “Earth to Steve?”

“Shhh.” He whispers, holding a finger to his lips. You frown. “I hear something.”

“Oh god.” Your shoulders slump. “You’re not hallucinating, are you? Because I can’t be the one to tell Robin the rabies got you.”

“Just… shut up.” He says, slipping past you and moving to the corner. “It’s him.”

Any sarcastic quips you had rattling around your brain were pushed away, fear flooding your body. “Vecna?”

“What? No, no.” He shakes his head, holding his finger in the air. “Henderson.”

“Hend-” You stop, tilting your head. “You can hear Dustin?”

“Just…” He sighs and waltz over to you, placing a hand on your back and moving you to where he was previously stood.

“Oh, hey, Y/n, come over here.” You mumble as you shrug his hand off of you. “What am I-”

“Just listen.” He says and you sigh, shutting your mouth and entertaining the idea.

For a moment, nothing.

And then the voice whispers around you, muffled, and most definitely Dustin’s.

“Holy shit.” You breathe out and Steve nods furiously. “Holy shit.”

“Dustin!” He starts to shout and you join him, the both of you shouting around the space. “Dustin!”

Once they hear your yelling, the other three are running down the stairs, Robin’s heart beating fast, assuming that the minute she left you had been attacked and there would be no way to-

“What the…” Eddie mutters and she widens her eyes in disbelief.

“Dustin! Hello?!”

The two of you are yelling at the walls and ceilings, making her blink.

“Maybe he really does have rabies.” She comments and Eddie frowns.

“Is it contagious?” He asks and she tilts her head, still fixated on the shouting frenzy.

“Only if he bit her.”

“Hello?” Dustin?!”

“Guys, what are you doing?” Nancy interrupts your next cry for the young boy and you turn to them, breathing heavy.

“We heard Dustin.” You breathlessly explain and Steve nods behind you, still shouting.

“He's here. Henderson. That little shit, he's here. He's like... He's in the walls or something. Just listen.” Steve grins at them before walking away, continuing his call. “Dustin!”

“Uh…” You stare as he spins around in a circle. “He might look crazy, but I promise he’s right. Listen.”

You watch the realisation fall over their faces, making you smile.

They fan out, calling out his name and following in Steve’s lead, trying to communicate with the boy on the other side.

As you go to join them, you catch something out of the corner of your eye, reflecting on the glass of the window. You can still hear Dustin’s voice droning in and out, like a radio that hadn’t been sent to the right frequency. But it didn’t sound the same as before. Something was different.

Your refection was blurry, making you squint. Goosebumps started to trail across your skin, making you shiver. It wasn’t your reflection.

Robin was the only to see how you blinked into a state of paralysis, immediately calling out for help as she rushes over to you.

It seemed like Vecna had something else to say.

Chapter Seven, coming soon...

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birdyyyyyy · 4 months

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Tired Smoking

Following your boss bad habit

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A day off.

It’s been a few weeks after Vic’s dead and Isaac is finally starting to be like himself again. The smell of cigarettes is gone as also empty bottles of whisky staking on the kitchen table.

But you, yourself seem to drift of more from yourself. But lucky you have a day of tomorrow since Isaac wanted prepare the garden for the season change.

It’s 2 am and as you enjoyed your own company since Isaac was not around. You had a great time though watching movies, a nice cup of tea, sweets, reading in your room and following your own hobbies.

Since you planned on staying up all night you decided to grab a few sweets to look up to the sky. It’s strangely something you find to enjoy after you got here… well rather brought here.

On your way to the kitchen and back. Passing the living room. You assumed Isaac was asleep since there are no lights on in the studies nor anywhere else, still it gave you a reason to be extra quiet.

You couldn’t help yourself but smile as you think of him… but he seems so distance. You knew why but still gave it your all… asking him what his favorite fruits are so you could do a cake out of it… what his favorite dish is… favorite tea… and favorite sweets. He appreciated your comfort but it didn’t do much… and you just reminded yourself of what you got yourself into. You snap back to reality standing in the living-room. You sigh as you spot a package of cigarettes on the sofa. He probably forgot them but you had this urge to smoke even though you hated them and never smoked in your life… staying 10m away after he had his cigarette break because the smell was EW !!!

You grab the package and it was already half empty… next to it the lighter and it was blue … like the color of his mothers favorite flower… „blue orchids“ what a surprise. You took one out and told yourself that if it helps Isaac to forget it will help you too.

A small light appears in the dark room, bringing it closer to your mouth as a quiet “psh” sound tickels your ears. A small inhale and coughs leaving your lungs as you cover your mouth to stay quiet… it feels DISGUSTING !!! you did it again but less coughing.

Now you’re on the floor of the living-room smoking as eating the candy’s as you look up to the sky… the stars are beautiful. Thinking about your life, the cases, your work, the moments the two of your shared and ofc.. him. The cigarette slowly loses fire but you inhale it one more time.

As suddenly the lights turn on… the window reflecting a tall figure. oh oh

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OMG HEY I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD DO THIS BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY… ITS MY FIRST TIME WRITING ANYTHING SO PLEASE BE NICE !!! So I wanted to start easy more a listener view since yk I thought it would be interesting

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neptunes-sol-angel · 2 years

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Single Since Birth ♡

This is a pick a card reading containing short messages of guidance for those who have been single since birth.

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Pile One

You could be feeling as if you'll be stuck in this beginning stage of having no experience with romantic relationships forever but the message here for you is to not make yourself available to everyone out of impatience. There's so much love out there for you, and it will come when the time is right, but be careful with your desperation to avoid a situation that'll make you wish to feel stuck in this phase of not being tampered with. Your lessons right now that the universe is dishing out to you right now is to weed out the charmers that take your lack of experience as leeway to give you a false perception of what to accept out of love. I'm getting that you're highly vulnerable to those who tend to love bomb and make their exit in the nastiest and coldest way. Take this time of being single to learn more about what's actually healthy for you. Love is not something that you should "work" for in doses or be overwhelmed with for a day, some weeks, or some months until it declines to nothing. You're being guided to discern what is love and what is infatuation. You understand that you're someone that can give love in abundance and romanticize the feeling of love exuberantly, this stagnation is happening so that you don't get sucked of that enthusiasm dry from a person with malicious intent before you even get a glimpse of individuals who have the potential of being your life partner but most importantly someone that will love you in the way that you deserve.

Pile Two

The "Money vs Love" card popped out. I don't think that this message strictly is about finances though, this is more so about value. I understand that you really want someone, but your desire is going into extremes to the point to where you don't have any boundaries, or you're severely lacking them. You need to raise your standards. I feel like you're drawn to people in a way that you're throwing out your specific wants and needs in order for someone else to feel appreciated because you feel it will be reciprocated back—but it's not effectively leading you anywhere into a committed relationship. I'm getting that this is pulling you towards unrequited love situations or people in general trying to play you as if you're beneath them. You need to be more conceited about yourself and know your worth. It is absolutely okay to admit that you're better than someone or that you require more. Let me tell you why. Kindness, patience, and hyper-humility is not something that can be given for love, or make someone love you because love is not bought. Regardless if you have an outlook that's positive or more on the negative side about yourself, people are never going to see you the way that you do. The beautiful things that make you shine is definitely seen by others and it can either make them admire you or envy you. Being in a relationship with someone who's intimidated by your being and what you have is a painful thing that burns you in the end. Your love life is stagnant because spirit is redirecting you from the people that are not for you—you cannot have a healthy and genuine relationship with someone that doesn't see you as their equal. People can only give to you what they already have. Don't be patient for the wrong people, be patient with yourself , your journey and its pace so that the right person will come. You deserve your dream person you know? Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Do not settle.

Pile Three

You need to stop blocking your blessings by thinking that they don't exist 🙃 Love exists and it will be packaged and delivered on divine express timing right at your doorstep, but how will you recieve it by not opening up that door? Be more optimistic about your love life and take that leap of faith with opening your heart again to the idea of being loved by someone else and you loving them. Stop self sabotaging yourself by believing that you're unlovable or that love doesn't live where you reside. I see you indulging in your career and education and believe me I understand. What else can you focus on if you can't have what you want right now? I get it, it's definitely frustrating, but balance yourself to a point to where you're active in all facets of your life instead of purposefully missing out. When a tree is in its dormant state, it may be asleep, but it's still alive. Allowing yourself to sit and be in receiving mode doesn't mean that you have to wait for it, they key is to still be open to it. When I say that there's a package out there right now for you, I mean that. Just sit tight because "the one" is on their way to you and the way that they'll make you feel is going to make you thankful that you didn't decide to shut this opportunity out. Never let the idea of heartbreak or time cuff you into fear, there's this specific part in the song "room for happiness" that I'm thinking about. "Sometimes it's worth to have lost than to have never had at all".

Pile Four

There is someone that you're probably invested in right now or in separation with someone that you never got to be in an actual relationship with yet. The "Atlantis" card popped up for you guys. I'm seeing this as history being lost to distance both physically and spiritually, but because of the history, you're using this as an excuse to cling onto what's in the past to prevent yourself from creating a new addition to your future. This pile is weird. I feel like you could have suspicions about this individual being your person and you are right. But the message that I'm getting is to continue to keep looking at your other options, do not wait for this other person to get themselves together so that you two can be together. There is so much more for you to experience in this life and other people to love, you don't want to miss that opportunity by putting all of your eggs in one basket. Continue to put yourself out there and be more spontaneous with your love life. There's more to life than holding yourself back to reserve yourself to just one person who isn't doing the same with their own free will. Mirror that. Not in a way that's petty, but because you have a life to live to.

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torhues · 2 years

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iwaizumi hajime.

iwaizumi made it clear when you broke up with him— that you wouldn't get together— as if it wasn't an unspoken rule already. you weren't so sure of his words but, pride had your conscience in its hands and you agreed, saying you wouldn't even think about doing that.

now you're sitting in a fancy cake shop in Florence, with iwaizumi in front of you. the last time you saw him was in highschool, when you broke up with him on the way to airport, when he said the two of you would be just fine even in a long distance relationship, when you said it was hard for you, when he asked whether you trust him, and when you said you do but it had started to shake.

the last time you saw him was around five years ago, see you don't even remember the timeline. you've been keeping a blurry image of him walking away as a souvenir for your eyes failed to give you a clearer look back then.

the orders are sitting on the table but you don't care enough to tend to them. on other days, you would take a picture— multiple pictures— send it to your friends, post it on your social media account if you feel like it, make it another insignificant moment of your life saved in the gallery. on other days, you would enjoy the dessert but today, the pear sauce on vanilla bread seems to reduce your appetite.

"i can't believe we're meeting all the way here, in Italy," albeit, he seems to enjoy his cake.

you imagined meeting him in California or Japan, or somewhere in Canada, at most, since he always wanted to visit the country, especially during fall, and coincidently, you've enrolled in the fall course for post-graduate studies, at some university. not Italy, not in the middle of your vacation that was supposed to be some sort of self-sobriety programme.

you nod. "me neither,"

and then he starts talking about college, what he has been up to recently, directing the same questions to you while you do your best to give a brief response. it isn't the timing that is making you feel out of place but instead, it's how normal iwaizumi is. you don't expect an argument, not an iwaizumi who can never forget you for your impromptu breakup and, neither the one who would ask you to get back together because living without you feels like hell,

like diving deep into the ocean without oxygen.

you don't want to have a melodramatic conversation but, you don't want him to act like you didn't leave him with loose ends, as if you didn't hurt him when all he ever did was make you happy. you want him to hate you, to utter all the words along the lines of love and loathe, to tell you that he loved you and still did, that it was so hard to move on and every breath pierced like glass shards in the heart, that he spent nights crying while reading your texts knowing you'd never come back and when he has been doing better finally, you appear in his life like nothing ever happened, and drag him back to step one. you want him to tell you things that resonate with the yearning you have for him in his heart, desperately beautiful yet painful, so that you don't have to ask yourself over and over again, am i the only one who still feels this way?

"how's life?" you ask this once, instead of letting him ask all the questions that you don't have a definite answer to.

iwaizumi pauses, he takes a breath, a look out of the glass windows, your eyes follow his gaze, there's a soft smile on his face.

iwaizumi lifts up his fingers. "i'm engaged," he's engaged. "and it'd be appreciated if you could make it to the wedding next month," and he's inviting you to his wedding next month.

he continues about how suddenly things happened and how sorry he is for not being able to invite you to the engagement; you don't mind any of it, quite frankly. you didn't even expect him to do that after changing your number. that's not what you're worried about, that is not even the worst part.

iwaizumi is engaged.

the sixteen year old boy who told you that he'd marry you the moment you both turn eighteen, the eighteen year old guy who promised to stay by your side— one who shared his firsts with you and swore to make you his last— is engaged. your heart is racing at a thousand miles per second, and for all the wrong reasons.

now that you notice, his smile has gotten wider, and he's talking about the girl he met in college and how she makes him feel like the happiest person ever. you notice the way he still fiddles with his fingers while talking about someone or something that he adores, the way he says those words with eyes that seem like they would never run out of love to give. the sunset shines upon him, he looks exactly the way he did on your first date.

do you smile the same way at her?

you know, you're in no place to complain, for you were the one to leave him when he begged you to say. it's not that you don't want him to move on in life, you said he deserved someone better the day you broke up, it still rings in your head as a reminder of your biggest mistake. you want to happy for him but, something about him moving on and you being stuck in the same place leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.

"yn," he calls your name, you respond by shifting your eyes in his direction. "are you listening?" you are, albeit, you don't know how much you're processing.

you're picturing them together, doing everything you did with him; holding hands, going on dates, kissing, hugging, sleeping next to each other, movie nights that felt ever so intimate— you imagine her sharing every little memory but one that's a better version. you feel as if yo—

"if i ask you to get back with me, would you?" you ask, letting the words you've been suppressing for so long flow like water in a stream, one that could potentially flood everything around.

"yn, i'm engaged—"

"i mean, had you not been engaged and had i asked you to get back together," you clarify, "would you have agreed?"

there's a pause, a series of silence, strings of regret, traces of shared memories from the past that fill the little gaps in the air like blood in sinusoids. you remember your first fight with iwaizumi, and you want to know what he's thinking. it's not like you can tell, you forgot how to do that long ago. iwaizumi rarely ever looks disappointed or upset enough to give you a silent treatment. for a second, you think it's that, but it turns out you're wrong.

he doesn't look sad or angry, not disappointed at your question considering he's about to get married. instead, iwaizumi looks like he's hurting. as if he has waited for long, hoping to catch a glance of you somewhere even if it's in middle of a crowd because it's fine, that works. he can always reach you out amidst a crowd. iwaizumi looks like he doesn't have a definite answer to your question, but he is telling you that it's your fault.

a second passes and his phone rings. your eyes fall upon the caller ID, it's a name with a heart, you think it's her. it has to be, because iwaizumi, without sparing you a second glance, stands up, and puts on his coat, ready to leave. the little hope of getting an answer to that question goes off the moment he picks up his phone, or maybe even before that, because it doesn't look like iwaizumi has an answer to that.

but he stops. "no," he says.

and you realise, to him, you're the memory he buried deep in his mind while to you, iwaizumi is the air you struggle to breathe.

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mvrtaiswriting · 1 year

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Menace x Black Leg Sanji ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :

hello hello hello! I know I said I would take a break to focus on uni work but ever since I had this dream I felt the need to write it. it kept bothering me and I simply couldnt focus on anything else but THIS. I adore this dork and I am happy I got to write about him. so.. here we go again :D I hope you'll enjoy this, do let me know what you think!

warning: MAJOR spoilers of The Whole Cake Island Arc. other than that, sfw, slightly angst, usual one piece violence I guess?? this was written with a fem reader in mind but apart from a lil description of the outfit, no pronouns are used and everything is pretty gender neutral.

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"I can't believe he's getting married." you said to yourself with grinned teeth, unable to even look at Sanji. You watched from afar as the whole crew greeted him and offered their congratulation, seemingly accepting the fact that he would leave the crew to join Big Mama's reign. It was a possibility you never considered, to not have him around all the time. Since when was he the type to be a loyal husband, the prince of a reign that never belonged to him - accepting the surname of the family that always rejected him?

To think he accepted the marriage without even consulting any of you, not even Luffy - it made your blood boil. He told you during dinner that he already packed his luggage, that this was the end of his journey - that his family wanted him to get married and he couldn't back away from it. He asked his beloved crew and captain to understand and to not start anything dangerous; he didn't want to be rescued or helped, he was fine accepting his destiny. "It's for the best", he kept repeating and everybody seemed to agree. But not you. How could he ever agree to something so stupid? How could he expect you to be fine with him getting married and disappearing from your life?

When the Germa66 ship finally approached the Sunny, it was time for Sanji to go. He had looked for you everywhere - he really wanted to say goodbye, to hold you in his arms one last time. But it was too much to bear for you; you were furious at him and watching him depart made your heart ache in way you didn't even know existed. And so you hid away from everyone, and from him. Staying in the gym the whole time trying to sweat your nervousness out, you could hear Sanji asking your crew mates to tell you he really wanted to see you once last time, which only made you punch the heavy punchbag in front of you stronger.

When Sanji finally sailed away, Zoro reached you in the gym, stopping the punchbag from swinging around.

"Luffy has a plan to rescue that damn chef. I think you might be interested." he said, a hint of sarcasm accompanying his words despite his genuine intentions. A tiny wave of relief crashed against your body - you knew Luffy wouldn't have let that stupid cook leave without a fight.

Exactly a week after Sanji's departure, you and your crew managed to sneak in Big Mama's territory. Perfectly blending in with the rest of the population, you safely navigated through the cities, which were all decorated for the wedding. Images of Sanji and her future wife flooded the streets; the wedding was the centre of every conversation and despite the visceral nuisance this caused you, at least it was easy for you to gather all the information you needed.

"You look beautiful." Nami smiled at you, fixing your hair. "You'll make his head spin, don't worry." she winked, smiling widely as she admired the way you were dressed.

A short, sparkly black dress wrapped your body gracefully, valuing your best curves and making it impossible to not look at you. One of Sanji's old blazer jackets completed your look, its golden buttons matching your jewellery. If you had to attend his wedding, you had to at least look nice. Your knee-high boots made your steps echo around the reception room, the rhythmic clicking of your heels contributing to the pre-existent noise.

Sitting down at your table, you noticed just how close you were to the altar. A shiver ran down your spine, the feelings you have constantly ignored coming to the surface all at once. Your hands started to shake as you realised you were about to see Sanji again after all that happened - the door you slammed on his face the last time he tried to talk to you, the goodbye you never got to say. A warm sensation came creeping him from your neck, rising to your cheeks and colouring them of a scarlet red. A subtle feeling of anxiety settled in your chest; you were about to see the man you love walk down the isle to marry someone else - without him knowing that you and your crew were moments away from blowing everything up and officially challenging one of the Four Emperors.

You sat and watched the ceremony in silence, tears flooding your eyes but never streaming down your cheeks. You bit your bottom lip as Pudding, Sanji's soon-to-be wife, read her vows; they were beautiful, surely. But how could they be true?

Unable to keep watching, you shifted your gaze away from the happy couple in front of you; finally noticing the mess your captain was about to make. It only took Luffy a couple of seconds to bring hell upon the ceremony, officially challenging Big Mama and everyone who tried to stand in his way, making your presence finally known - not only to the enemy, but to Sanji as well.

Realising what had just happened, Sanji scanned the crowd quickly - and for a moment, his eyes finally found yours after what felt like an eternity. A smirk formed on his face as he started to run towards you, kicking anyone who blocked his way. However, Big Mama had other plans than making the two of you reunite, and before Sanji could reach you, a big hand engulfed him in its grip, disappearing into the crowd and behind the majestic pillars of the ball room.

"SANJII!" you screamed at the top of your lungs, shutting down every other background noice and piercing through every walls, every ear, every heart. The battle stopped for a second as you fell on your knees - an excruciating pain held your heart hostage, making your chest ache with every breath you took.

"GO!" Nami screamed back at you, using her Clima-Tact to indicate the direction Sanji was taken to.

Heartbroken and more furious than ever, you finally got up. This was your battle after all, you didn't travel this far to give up so easily. Walking against the crowd's flow, you made your way to the palace in which Sanji was held hostage - ruthlessly eliminating any enemy you encountered along the way. Blood stains covered your face as you walked along the corridors of Big Mama's place, one confident stride after the other. Opening door after door, killing one guard after the other, frustration kept building inside your veins. You were tired of this, and you were angry; at Sanji, for accepting this stupid proposal, at yourself, for not confessing your feelings before, at every. damn. enemy. that kept coming your way.

Until something happened.

A weird, overwhelming, new sensation made your muscles tense and your senses heighten. Before you could even realise it, a powerful wave of haki destroyed every thing around you, causing window's glass to shatter against the floor and walls to crumble down one after the other, tumbling Big Mama's castle down. And that's when you finally saw him - in the middle of ruins, amongst a dusty cloud of concrete, his burning cigarette shined red. Those who were previously guarding him were now under the remains of the castle, setting Sanji finally free.

"You look beautiful." was all he said, his eyes piercing right through you as he watched you from afar, not moving a single muscle to shorten the distance between the two of you.

"We should go." you replied, shifting your gaze away from him, unable to maintain eye contact. Fighting against every fibre of your body, you stayed exactly where you were. He was safe, and single for all that mattered, and that was enough.

"So, this is it? Not even a little "I missed you?"" he asked, finally walking towards you. Before you could even realise it, now being only a few inches away from you - the strong, yet familiar smell of tobacco and his usual cologne tingling your nose.

"Guess we're even now." you replied stingy, hoping your words hit him exactly where it hurt the most.

"I just wanted to protect you." Sanji replied calmly, taking another hit from his cigarette and gently tucking your hair behind your ear.

"I don't need you to protect me, Sanji!" you said, placing your closed fist against his chest, trying to fight the lump in your throat. "I needed you to stay. I needed you to choose us, to choose me." you finally admitted, slightly punching him by letting your fist weakly hit his chest.

Sanji's entire body completely froze for a moment, processing what you just said. This was the closest thing he ever got to a confirm that, whatever was happening between the two of you, was real - not something he just created in his head. All the times you helped him clean the kitchen until late, the way your drunken self would always end up between his arms, looking for comfort. It all made sense now.

"I would always choose you." he said, resting his forehead against yours, making your heads slightly bump together. Noticing (and recognising) the blazer jacket you were wearing, he smiled before gently fixing the way it fell upon your shoulder.

"Hey." he said again, noticing how you sighed in response. "I mean it." he added, grabbing your chin in between his thumb and index finger, forcing you to look at him.

"Look at the mess we made for you." you laughed, trying to lighten the tension between the two of you.

"Jealousy looks hot on you." he smirked. "and makes you incredibly powerful, too." he appreciated, noticing how you destroyed every obstacle in your way.

"I'm not jealous, shut up." you hissed as you felt warmth spread around your cheeks, blushing like a teenager in love.

"Oh, so I could have gotten married anyway." he shrugged his shoulders, teasing you.

Grabbing him from the collar of his shirt, you pulled him towards you - his tall figure still towering you, noses brushing against each others.

"You better cut all the stupid swooning if you don't want me to earn your bounty. Deal?" you threatened him, a soft smile escaping your lips making you sound a little less terrifying that you wished.

A small laugh escaped Sanji's lips before he wrapped his arms around your waist, making you let go of his shirt.

"Deal, you little menace." he giggled, before finally pressing his lips onto yours.

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keiskake · 1 year

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your prayers have been heard (chapter two - hawks)

takami keigo x quirkless f!reader (au chilhood friends // characters are aged up 21+) (red = hawks' pov)

warnings ~ hawks being flirty + pet names, swearing, spoilers about hawks’ backstory from the anime

wordcount ~ 1.350k

summary ~ you and takami keigo grew up together in a shitty hut with terrible parents. he disappeared one day when you were 6, but he never left your mind. the heavens entwined your destinies together, but it’s not a smooth jurney you soon figure out.

a/n ~ i planned the rest of this series out and i’m so excited to upload each chapter for you guys to read. again no set schedule as i tend to drift off into other little projects, but it will be one chapter a week minimum. thank you for reading, reblogs +likes are always appreciated. <3

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you stretched with the morning sunrise, it beamed at your bed hair and drool on the side of your mouth. 7:00am, time for work. you pulled over a white shirt, adjusted your black skirt and threw on a pair of black tights. you did the usual, brushing your teeth, washing your face, grabbing your shit in a bag and putting your shoes on. you always wore your crimson red feather clip, it was your favourite part of the morning. and like that you headed out for another day of work.

you didn’t particularly enjoy working at the café, though you didn’t hate it either. you liked the company of customers and their kindness. “goodmorning y/n”, “how are you this morning dear?”, “the usual please, you always do it right.” you liked making people’s morning with a good coffee. but of course working there was just a way to ensure you and your mom never had to live a life of struggles again. the idea daunted you, and became your motivation to go the extra mile for tips or a raise.

you walked through the city for a change, only due to the fact you were early that morning. when it wasn’t bustling with cars or flashing with city lights it was peaceful and serenading. gentle morning breezes and an illuminating sun watching over everyone in the city, it was beautiful. vendors and shops are starting to open, weekends are always the busiest of days. you glance around, watching the florist display the newest bouquet, greeting the family of bakers that owned the local cake shop and stopping at a toy store.

outside that toy store was a basket. a basket of endeavour plushies. the same one you had. the same one kei had. it drew your attention away from the rest of the world. it sucked in the sunshine smile you had on your face moments before encountering the plushies. kei. that’s what it made you think about. it infiltrated your head with thoughts of kei. you reminisce of your friend, lifting the plushie to your face to get a better look. it hurt. you knew it did. there wasn’t a time where thinking about him was easy, but the ache in your heart grew. daggers to your heart. yes, that’s what it was.

you looked left, another basket. a hero you hadn’t seen before. you looked at it closely, crimson red wings, golden hair and eyes. the resemblance was so very similar to kei. but kei a hero? you were very much doubtful that would’ve happened. you were already doubtful to the idea that he was even alive. “you like that one young lady?” the shopkeeper prompted. you didn’t realise you were staring so much or for so long. “not like but...” you trail off “who is he?”. your eyes widened, glimpses of hope shot through your pupils. “number 2 hero, hawks!”. the hope diminished hearing the name ‘hawks’ and not keigo, your smile becoming dim. you thanked the shop keeper and returned the endeavour plushie back in its basket.

you kept walking, heading in the direction of the café. you passed a billboard on the shopping centre, and there he is again. ‘hawks’. the resemblance was uncanny to you, but you didn’t want to get your hopes up anymore. you reasoned with yourself to stay sensible in your thoughts and kept walking. your ideas and theories wouldn’t settle, the walk to work wasn’t quiet, though the world around you was.

you heard sounds of praise and cheer coming from behind you. “omg it’s hawks!”, “look, look number two!”. ‘hawks’? your curiosity got the better of you, per usual, and you turned to look at the commotion. the sky was magnificent. a beautiful bird soaring through the sky, wind brushing through its wings and the sun engulfing his presence. he was free, not prisoned by any shackles you thought. kei would’ve liked that.

next to hawks was tokoyami, a UA student doing his work study at hawks’ agency. they complimented each other well. like light and dark, the sun and moon. kei and you. you smiled, being blessed with such a sight so early in your day.

you stopped mid flight, wings stretched out. you signal for tokoyami to patrol up ahead a few blocks in front. a man was crawling towards a cute girl in a black mini skirt. he put his arm out trying to snatch her bag, but you couldn’t let that happened now could you? you’re fuckin’ hawks. you command your fierce wings to pin the man to the floor as you swoop down to land. hands in your pockets, you walk towards the pathetic ‘villain’ on the ground and press your face closely against his. “now that’s not very gentleman like y’know? trying to take this cute little bird’s bag. run along before i call the police.” your gaze darkened, a death glare almost. he scrambled to get up and leave the area. you waved and grinned, turning around to face the cutest bird you had every seen. you'd see many cute fangirls before, but she took your breath away. you didn't have anything to say, and you always have something to say.

you were in absolute awe. hawks. number 2 hero. saving you?!

your heart stopped and your palms got sweaty. you tried to look away, but his eyes were mesmerising. it drew you in. the golden horizon was a view to die for. he chuckles, “hey beautiful, gonna stare at me all day. i know i’m good looking and all but take a good look at yourself.” you got all flustered and bothered by the comment, fidgeting with your hair to avoid any further embarrassment. his eyes weren’t just beautiful, they were like kei’s. the thought of kei and ‘hawks’ being one in the same kept crossing your mind. you were unsure, and making an assumption didn’t seem to be the best idea.

“s-sorry! thank you for uhm saving me, hero.” you bowed your head in thanks, turning your heel to get going to work. but it caught his eye. your hairclip. it made his feathers tingle. he grabs your arm and pulls you towards him, face so close to one another. his lips were so close, one wrong move and you’d kiss. the image made you bright red, shaking you to the core. with his free hand he brushed a fingers against the clip. “pretty clip baby bird, where’d ya’ get it?”. he smiled softly, letting go of your arm and taking a step back.

“a friend! an old childhood friend!”. your voice hitched. the mix of shyness from the contact you had just had and the ideas of ‘hawks’ being kei made you uneasy. “how cute, had a friend once. dunno where she is though.” he giggled, tilting his head to the side and staring at your clip once again. “say sweetheart, i’m drawn to you, it’s like you’re calling my name y’know.” he steps in your direction again, cupping your cheek with a hand and the other hand pulling out a piece of paper that he slips into your bag. “wanna thank me? call me sometime baby bird, i’ll make time for you.”

he takes his hand away from your face, propping his wings out and taking to the sky once more. he beams another sly smile and stares into your eyes again. bewitched at his fair golden gaze. he waves goodbye and swoops off into the sky. he looks so at home up there. you compose yourself and run the rest of the way to work, realising all the commotion had taken up a great deal of time. but you can’t think straight. it’s jumbled up. you felt attracted to hawks, all that close contact made you feel knots in your stomach. but the idea of hawks and kei being related or even the same shadowed your mind.

you wanted to figure this whole mess out. you wanted a peace of mind. thinking about kei was more than a handful already. you had to know.

who is ‘hawks’?

#hawks x y/n #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #keigo x y/n #keigo x reader #hawks #keigo #mha x reader #mha x y/n #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #bnha #mha #bnha hawks #mha hawks

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thelioncourts · 11 months

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I’m really afraid jacob won’t comeback on season 3 since he only signed for 2 seasons while sam signed for 5 seasons already. What do you think about that? Do you think jacob will extend his contract? I know rolin want to keep louis as the heart of the series but given that in books he was sidelined by anne rice, would jacob stay or chose other projects to have more chance as the lead actor rather than being limited in s3 and future seasons ?

I don't think we have anything to worry about re: Jacob Anderson in regard to the show. I've been seeing a lot of people worrying about it lately, and while I love that people love Jacob enough to be worried (!), I don't know where the fear is coming from, but I do hope that I can maybe alleviate some of those fears. I'm no expert or anything, but here are some things I think are note-worthy:

I want to point out (and I don't have a source on this one. If anyone does have the source, I would greatly appreciate it and will add it) that I've read that Jacob only signs on for a season at a time when he does shows. I've read that he did that with GoT and so it's not surprising that he, so far, is only signed for the first two seasons of IwtV in order to sign on for the first book. But, again, it's a habit, it's a pattern, he has a reason for doing it. It doesn't mean that he won't sign on for more seasons. In fact, I very much feel (like -- so strongly feel) that we will see Jacob on IwtV until its very last episode. Here's why --

“When I read the novel, it was very clear that this was a romance –indicates the showrunner–. And we wanted to tackle it in a big way: overflowing passion, big fights and big reconciliations. A relationship like that may not be the best thing for you in life, but sometimes you just can't control yourself, and that's what happens to Louis and Lestat." Will the show respect the structure of the books, in which Louis disappears and Lestat comes to the fore? “We want to focus on the relationship between the two,” replies the showrunner. That does not mean that they will be together in every scene of every chapter, but when the second season arrives you will have a clearer idea of what will happen to Louis, and even more so in the third, when we adapt Lestat the Vampire [second volume of the saga ]." "We will keep the spirit of the novels and their emotional arcs, but their plots are built in a very different way than what a TV series asks for. Besides, who would want to get rid of an actor like Jacob Anderson? ".

from this Cinemania article

LOUIS’ FUTURE: If the TV series continues beyond the first book and adheres to The Vampire Chronicles storyline, Louis would be relegated to the sidelines as Lestat takes centre stage. O’Byrne says creators are aware of fan fears that the currentBlack-led story is positioned to serve a white hero’s arc. Assuming more seasons come, he says Louis will remain “a force in the show, in some way or another going forward.” “The way we have envisioned the show from a racially diverse perspective is something that will continue to be a priority for us,” says O’Byrne. “Part of that would be trying to keep Louis involved beyond the way he just dips in-and-out of the canon (after) the first book.” Issues around race were prominent in season one and will continue in season two as Louis and Claudia explore Europe, says O’Byrne, teasing that it will touch on “France’s colonial past.“

from this Toronto Star article

"I came back to them and said, 'I don't think it's a horror show, I think it's a gothic romance. I want to write a very excitable, aggressive, toxic, beautiful love story,'" Jones said of pitching the series to AMC. "And they were down for it." Jones also explained that the first season of the series will cover about half of the story in the Interview With the Vampire novel with potential future seasons getting into the rest of the Vampire Chronicles books, the series has already used those additional books to help build out that toxic love story. "Let's see them really go through all the little obstacles and challenges of a relationship," he said. "Like Bogey and Bacall, with some fangs."

from this ComicBook.com article

And from Jacob:

Coming into this in the beginning, I definitely had a fear that I wasn’t going to be accepted because of how Louis is presented in the original novel. It feels really significant to me that I’m included in the way that people think of this story now. From that point of view, it’s lovely. Loustat is something that…I mean, Sam was way more kind of ingratiated into the Anne Rice fandom than I was early on, I’d only read the first two books, which I was very much in love with, but I hadn’t read beyond at that point. But, we were saying, “Loustat.” We were calling them “Loustat” throughout the shoot... A big part of what made this adaptation really great, especially for Black viewers, was that it was color conscious storytelling. A lot of that had to do with it being set in the American South during the time period it was set in. But in the finale, you’re leaving that and leaving that area. Are we still going to explore that aspect of him, of Louis and Blackness, wherever and whenever we end up in season two? I think as it does with all of us, it follows you wherever you go, because we don’t live in a world that is post-racial. Wherever we find Louis, it’s going to be a part of his story. It’s going to be a part of his existence and his daily life. I mean, it is in Dubai, you don’t really see it, but I think there’s something very interesting about this Black man living up in a tower in Dubai. Honestly, I’m not being secretive, I don’t know yet exactly what is going to be explored in season two, but I always find this thing really interesting about European sensibilities at a certain time. Like James Baldwin going over to Paris to escape racism in America. This idea that Paris was this really welcoming place for Black people, particularly African-Americans. It would be interesting to see what we do with that. I think in a lot of cases it wasn’t necessarily true. It just wasn’t as awful as it was in America at that time.

from this InsideHook article

I think there are a lot of things here that give a ton of hope/confirmation of Louis' long-term part in this show.

From a "my personal interpretation of how they're setting up the show," and "my personal interpretation based on what they've said," and "my personal interpretation based on what is smart for a television show trying to stay on the air in a time where shows get cancelled very easily," here's what I'll say:

A lot of the above-mentioned information tells us that when Rolin Jones went into creating this show, he created it with the romance of Lestat and Louis at its center. I've said this before in other asks, but you can't set up a show that focuses primarily on a romance, turn around and get rid of that romance as a central aspect, and expect viewers to keep watching. At this point, viewers are invested in Lestat and Louis. Any post I see about the show not from stans, or overly involved people running blogs and twitter accounts ( :D ) are about the romance and ship of Loustat. It's drawn people in and will continue to do so, especially when season 2 comes around and we see the immensity of Louis' longing for Lestat, his yearning, and the undoubted 2022!Lestat reveal at the end. Audiences will be clamoring to see 2022!Louis and 2022!Lestat reunite. C l a m o r i n g. To not have it would be detrimental tbh.

It's also important to note that they are not doing a direct adaptation of the books. They are doing the spirit of the books, doing certain big arcs of the books, but clearly they are not doing the books themselves word-by-word. All things considered, it's not that hard to put Louis into these plot arcs, especially with how they've already changed things (i.e. Louis and Armand still being together in 2022, the complications of what Daniel being there means, etc.). And, personally, I think the addition of Louis to these plot arcs would vastly improve them, something I've always felt regarding the disappearance of Louis in the books series (by far my biggest Anne Rice criticism/complaint). In these three asks here [x] [x] [x], I've elaborated on my thoughts about the future of Loustat/the idea of Lestat with any of his future partners in the books/etc. and, to add to this, I feel like it's important to note that Lestat's other romantic partners in the books (beyond being part of what some like to call Anne's "anybody but Louis era") are characters like Nicki (who we will see, but who will die), Gabrielle (his mother, to which I don't see the show going too much into given the network and audience and also she abandons him frequently lol), Akasha (who we will see, but it will be non-consensual so it doesn't actually count in regard to romance), Antoine (who is Antoinette in the show and we've seen how not-full-of-love that relationship is and also its end), Gretchen (?????????), Dora (?????????????????), Rowan Mayfair (which Anne has said was one of her biggest regrets and I pray the show doesn't do it), and David Talbot (who I hope never comes to exist in this world and they give some of his storyline to Louis and/or Daniel, as it should have always been). Like there aren't any other characters set up for Lestat to be with other than the love of his life, Louis. I think we should also take note that Jacob is very much acting as though there are long-term intentions of staying. He's been reading all of the books (last I heard, he was on book 8, which is !!! crazy) and I don't feel like he would be reading them without the intention of knowing what he may be expecting in later seasons.

I could keep rambling, but to sum up what I've pulled from articles and my own thoughts, I think the show is going to continue with Sam and Jacob as pure co-leads for the entirety of the show. I think without them both, the show will not succeed and I think the show very much knows that.

#interview with the vampire #jacob anderson #amc iwtv #iwtv #louis de pointe du lac

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teenandbeyond · 11 months

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Levi Ackerman x M. Reader [Pt.3]

After reading a Levi fanfic, I got inspo to make a prequel to my Hero two-shot...now three-shot (technically). This is what lead up to parts 1 and two.

Want more from me? Masterlist 2

Here are Part One and Part Two.

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⚔Love, Sweat, and Tears⚔ (AOT or SNK)

Warning(s): Fluff, cursing (I think? I don't remember), long, low-key angsty toward the end

Levi just wants some tea, turns out he gets something a little sweet, too.

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"Where are we going?"

"They say this place has the best tea around here, you like tea, right?"

Levi glared at the outside of the building they stopped at.

RoyalTea.

He was still deciding on what he thought of the name.

The outside had a creamy purple color with white and gold painted accents in well-placed areas.

"Wanna go in?" Gabi, one of his caretakers asked.

"They better have good tea."

"It's been open for a year exactly today. But apparently it's very popular," she wheeled him inside.

The second they were inside, they were hit with the scents of different teas. Though every individual smell complemented each other.

But the interior was what really caught their attention.

"Whoa...I don't think I've ever seen a shop this clean looking..."

Levi liked this place already, this place was anti-dirt.

Customers were scattered across the shop, talking to each other over white tables, sitting in window seats, and girls were crowded at the counter table.

They didn't look like tea drinkers, so why were they looking so eager?

"It looks like this place is taken over by brats."

"Hello, sorry for the wait. I got the blend you wanted in your preferred amount."

Levi couldn't see who the voice belonged to over the throng of ladies as he got closer to the counter to hopefully be able to order.

"Yes, [Name], this is perfect! Thank you."

You laugh, "It's no problem. You, ladies, might want to start buying in bulk, though. Your usual order of two pouches can last about a week just between 4 people per bag. But you come here every other day ordering more."

"Yeah, we just love tea so much! And we just want to support our favorite shop owner," one leaned in.

"We should go, customer service is shitty here," Levi muttered.

"Sorry, Levi."

"Thank you, I appreciate that. But ladies, would you mind moving since you've paid already? There are customers behind you."

"Oh."

They turned to the two dryly, glaring at them before leaving the store altogether.

"Sorry about that, some of my customers can get that way! You look like you two must be new. Would you like to hear the options of tea I have? I also have pastries if you're interested."

Levi dragged his gaze back to you and he swore he stopped breathing.

Who was this beautiful man? [Name] he heard? He was suddenly much more interested.

"Sir?"

"What?"

"Do you need some time to think about it?"

"No. What do you have?"

You began to rattle off all the types of tea you possessed, even some that Levi's never heard of, which you explained when noticing any confusion.

Usually, he didn't like when people talked so much...but he found he didn't mind when you did it.

Privileges of finding you pretty, he guessed.

He stealthily observed you, from your jaw to your white dress shirt to the beginning of your waist until the counter blocked the rest of the view.

After he ordered, since Gabi didn't want anything, you smiled.

"Want any sugar or honey with it?"

Levi cringed, "What kind of moron adds shit to their tea?"

You only chuckle at his language, "It actually isn't too bad if it's done right."

"Nothing belongs in tea," he glared.

You rang them up, "Three dollars–and Mr. Levi, I'm sure I could change your mind. I'm very convincing. I'm pretty good at what I do," you gestured to his cup, "Just see for yourself."

After he was settled, he took a sip and almost groaned at its taste.

He was coming back here.

And he did.

Again. And again.

Until it was a regular thing.

"Welcome back, Levi."

That smile was lethal, did you not know that?

"Hey."

At this point, it'd been months and Levi became a [Name] addict.

"Same thing?"

"Yeah."

After serving him, you prepped some tea leaves to grind.

He watched as you work, enveloping the quiet atmosphere.

"I'm so happy I have this place."

"Hm?"

"I uh...When I was a kid, things came easy. So they didn't feel rewarding...until I bought this place and grew a business from the ground up...It taught me how to work, it taught me discipline, it taught me that an easier life doesn't mean it's better," you laugh to yourself, "Sorry, I know you don't want to hear this."

"That why you opened this place? To work hard after having an easy life?" he subtly signaled he did.

You snickered, "I know that seems backward, but yeah. I know it's selfish since there are people out there who'd kill to have the easy life I had...but...I wasn't being fed, or stimulated, I had nothing to wake up for. Then I met a military police officer—a good one—and he--he worked so hard, he had a passion for what he did. I wanted that. I wanted to know what it was like to have a reason to live, to serve others. So I left an easy life behind for a life of work...but it was worth it. It's so freeing to live this way. I was never free when it was easy."

After that day, Levi realized he crushed on you, hard. He couldn't talk to you straight after that.

You leaned on an elbow behind the counter one afternoon, "Hey, Levi. You look really handsome today--not that you don't always look handsome, of course. But today seems a little different."

His cheeks flushed pink, "I-I didn't do much brat, just...changed my hair a little..."

And one evening, you got bold.

"Hey Levi, can I get your opinion as an avid tea drinker? I'd feel like you'd be a better judge than me who leans more toward alcohol."

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"I've been testing a new tea brew, but I need another opinion before I decide to add it to the menu or not. Can you try it for me?"

"Sure."

"It's still in my apartment upstairs, I'll take you."

"[Name], I'm in a wheelchair, I can't go up the stairs on my own."

"I know, here."

"Pu-put me down!" he flushed red.

"But you can't walk..."

"You could've just helped me up. The other leg is still fine."

"It's faster."

It became regular for you two to hang out in your apartment above the shop after closing, and one night, you kissed. Neither of you knew how it happened, but it couldn't be taken back.

And once you finally get Levi comfortable with the thought, you decide to try being a couple.

And Levi needed time to get used to the foreign type of relationship.

He had to get used to someone smiling at the sight of him.

He had to get used to someone's lips brushing against his skin.

He had to get used to someone treating him like a prince.

Someone celebrating his birthday that he didn't think was important.

He had to get used to someone remembering the little things.

Someone with an open ear to listen to the feelings he hides within his depths.

Someone saying, "I love you, Levi."

And him saying it back.

And after three years of dating, he had to get used to living with someone he was in a relationship with.

Had to get used to full, warm meals from morning to night.

Someone restoring him back to health when he's sick.

Someone soothing him from the nightmares, someone showing him how to sleep better. And waking to another warm body in a bed he shares (which he had to force, for a while you'd let him have the bed to himself in respect).

He had to get used to finding more reasons to smile, he had to get used to making someone laugh and smile with ease.

He had to get used to someone cleaning for him, someone who's very stubborn with what they allow him to clean, "I know you like to clean baby, but let me do it, let me take care of you."

He had to get used to someone cutting his hair for him.

Someone who didn't judge him for his background, no matter what.

"Levi, you're practicing your writing?" you leaned over his shoulder.

"Habit."

"There's nothing wrong with where you're from. Because without that place, you wouldn't have become the Levi I love now. So don't feel like you have to hide it or be ashamed," you kissed the curve of his neck.

He had to get used to someone being attentive to him and his habits and behaviors. Someone knowing him better than he knows himself.

He had to get used to being protected and fought for, although he still likes to feel like he can protect, too.

"Levi! Never do that again, do you know how worried I was?" you growled, running a hand through your hair, "I swear you want to make me go more insane for you than I already have...Do you not understand that I would shed blood for you if I had to? Please don't take me lightly."

He had to get used to someone reading to him, someone tucking him in.

Someone making him try new things, like sugar in his tea. He couldn't believe it.

Someone...calling him beautiful...

Someone bathing him and joining him sometimes just for the pure connection of intimacy.

Someone that didn't need to have sex with him to connect with him.

Someone that will ask him how he's feeling, and happily fill the silence when he doesn't want to divulge.

Someone who buys him whatever books he wants. Spoils him and works hard to earn back the money spent.

Someone showing their love in physically any way they could, showing what it was like to have a gentle touch.

Someone who won't let him go to bed angry.

"Please, don't leave me, [Name]!"

"What?"

"I-I'm sorry, I do need you! And—And not just because you take care of me," Levi looked up in desperation, tears welling up in his eyes, he regretted every nasty word he'd just said to you.

You look like a broken-hearted puppy, "It really hurt, Levi."

"I know...I know, I...I'm not good with this 'feelings' stuff. I don't know how to tell you things, I don't know how to show you I care about you. But I'm tired of people leaving me! And you're the only person who hasn't, I don't want to be the reason why you finally do. So please," he approaches you with shaking hands, his face burrowing into your torso as he grips the back of your shirt. "Don't leave me...Please. I love you, I love you. I'm sorry."

(But he didn't tell you the real reason he blew up at you that night...because of his own hidden thoughts...)

He had to get used to someone who cried from his tears, someone holding him tight, keeping silent about the tears he knew they felt.

He had to get used to having a reason to keep going.

He...had to get used to you...

The one he loved more than anyone.

The one he wanted for the rest of his life...

...and the last person he'd want to see at the end of it.

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sarahpaulsonsoftie · 10 months

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Easily broken

Professor!Agatha Harkness X student!reader- Easily Broken

Hi guys, this fic is heavily inspired by @zafirosreverie ‘s fic ‘must be the eyes’ so I recommend you guys give that a read. this fic was written months ago but i never had the courage to post it. I suppose its been long enough that i don't feel embarrassment over it now, so you guys can have it now

Description- You and Agatha had a strange relationship, at first she had tried to push you away as a way of protecting herself but very soon into… whatever you had going on she realized that you had already pushed her too far away for her to even try.

A trip for college leads you back to your hometown, Salem, in which, Agatha learns why you have shut her out so much.

You and Agatha had a strange relationship, firstly, you were her student, and secondly, Agatha had never encountered someone so like herself. The way you pushed her away reminded her so much of her when she was young and fragile, healing from wounds that others had placed upon her. But she couldn’t read you like she could other people. You were so well guarded, and she had realized as much after you both had sex for the first time. Usually, someone would have waited and pondered aloud what had happened, but you didn’t. You had just left, placing on your jeans (you had refused to take your top off), without a promise of another time and yet, Agatha wanted more. She wanted to know you and understand you.

You had liked Agatha, perhaps more than anyone you’d ever been intimate with, but you never allowed yourself to let your guard down, you acted as if all she was providing was a release. You never asked for anything in return and never stayed long after the act, even though you so wanted to. But questions would begin to form if you did, so you never stayed the night.

It was a Tuesday morning, and you were sat in the back row of Agatha’s classroom. It was a small class, only 17 students, you supposed that a History degree wasn’t the ‘in’ thing anymore. It was then that she notified you that one of you would be picked to visit Salem to relish in its history. You had a tight-lipped smile at that, and Agatha looked at you. Of course, you knew the history of Salem, you had grown up there after all. You also knew of your own history there, and it was what made you who you were.

“Now I have already picked out who I will be taking with me to Salem, and I have decided that it will be Y/N.” You looked up at Agatha who smiled lightly at you, you merely nodded in appreciation. “Y/N has worked the hardest this year, and from what I have seen, she will be the one who will take in the beauty of Salem and appreciate its history.”

Your classmates smiled and congratulated you and you now looked at Agatha who wore a grin on her face.

“Thank you, Professor.” You smiled, and Agatha grinned, moving towards your seat and stopped when she was in front of your desk.

“We’ll be leaving on Thursday and will be back Friday next week, so please pack accordingly.” Agatha smiled at you once again and began moving towards the front of the class again. “Any other details will be discussed after class, Y/N, so please come and see me.”

You nodded you head, smiling at her again before looking back to your notes.

That night you had ended back at Agatha’s and minutes after you both had finished, you were already getting ready to leave. Just as you finished placing your shoes on, Agatha hand reached out and pulled you back onto the bed, placing a kiss to your lips.

“Will you stay tonight?” She had asked, you lifted your hands to her face and looked into her eye.

“I can’t Agatha, not tonight.” You responded, as you began to lean back up. Agatha let you, watching as you rubbed your eyes lightly, and frowned.

“What’s wrong, Y/N? Are you not excited to see Salem with me?” She had asked and you looked back to her a frown of your own forming.

“Its not...” You trailed off, your eyes growing distant, an ache grew in your heart and you moved your gaze back to Agatha. “Of course, I am. I just have some history there, but yeah, other than that I am.”

Agatha grabbed your hand, watching you as you brought your other hand to your lap to fiddle with the button on your jeans.

“I had no idea you’ve been to Salem before, I just thought it would have been a fun trip. I’m sorry if I overstepped. I can offer to take someone else, Kyle was next on my list actually.” Agatha rambled and you smiled lightly.

“Why did you choose me then? Can’t get enough of me?” You teased her and you watched as a blush formed on her face. Butterflies were sent to your stomach which you ignored. You were not going to allow yourself to be hurt again. Agatha was just a friend.

“No, no. I just thought maybe you couldn’t get enough of me. Seeing as you’re here almost every night. But don’t you worry my dear, I’ll always take good care of you.” Agatha smiled and you frowned moving to stand. Agatha was getting too comfortable, and it scared you. She didn’t deserve to be hurt by you and you didn’t want to be hurt by her.

“I need to head out, you know, to pack and stuff and I’m gonna be busy tomorrow, just cause I wanna get ahead with my other classes before we leave but I’ll see you Thursday morning, okay?” You didn’t wait for a response before you showed yourself to the door and watched Agatha’s face drop.

Thursday morning had rolled around and you waited outside the university at 5:00am. Agatha had told you that you both needed to leave early to sort out the hotel and then maybe you’d be able to nap there.

You bit your nails nervously and began to regret deciding to come, wondering if it was too late to turn around and leave. Before you could get too deep into thought, Agatha’s car had pulled up and she waved at you through the window. You smiled lightly and moved the back door to put your stuff in and then got into the passenger side.

“Hello.” You said, quietly, with a tired voice. Agatha looked at you with a small smile and turned to look around, making sure no one was near before pulling you in for a kiss. You didn’t respond but you felt your cheeks heat up lightly.

“Hello, beautiful. I missed you yesterday.” Agatha stated, moving her hand away from the wheel to turn and look at you. She looked at your face with a small smile forming “Ah, I see from your blush that must have missed me to.”

You ignored her and bit your lip before turning to look out of the window. Agatha moved her hand to the cup holder and pulled out a coffee cup and handed it to you. You saw the reflection in the window and turned to accept it, as a small smile appeared on your face.

“I’ll say anything just as long as I get to keep this.” You joked and Agatha rolled her eyes before beginning to drive.

“I think we need to talk.” Agatha stated and you took a sip of the coffee in your hand, you raised an eyebrow at her and she glanced at you quickly before returning her eyes to the road. “If you feel pressured to do anything, just because I’m your professor, I just want to let you know that we can end it right now and I won’t hold any negative feelings towards you.”

You sighed after hearing her words. “It’s not like that, Agatha.” Was your defeated response and Agatha glanced at you.

“Then what is it? Because you don’t ever stay, you don’t ever kiss me back, you never make the first move, and you never take your top off in bed. Why?” Agatha asked. You bit your lip. This was not how you wanted to start your trip.

“I wouldn’t do anything I wouldn’t want to, even if you are my professor.” You replied, hiding your face behind the cup. “Besides, I shouldn’t need to do any of that stuff. It’s not like we’re dating. We’re just having fun, right?” As soon as the words left your mouth, Agatha’s demeanor had changed.

“I guess it would just be nice if you actually showed some interest instead of leaving me chasing you!” Agatha exclaimed before taking a breath to calm herself. “I can tell that something has happened to you, Y/N. I know that. I just, I want you to know that I’m here for you. Not just as a Fuck buddy, or your professor but as your friend.”

Her sincerity was too much and you straightened your shoulders, eyeing her before responding. “You have no clue what has happened to me. And you have no right to speculate.” Was the words that had left your mouth.

Agatha didn’t respond and instead, you both ignored each other for the rest of the journey.

When you pulled up to the motel, you sighed relief. You would recognize this place anywhere. It was what carol owned and Carol was always one of the nicest women you had ever met. After what had happened, she took you under her wing and guided you like a mother would have.

You stepped out of the car as Agatha muttered about having to call the university to let them know you were here. It was currently 11:00am and you walked into the building looking at the reception. You saw a lady you didn’t recognize and she smiled at you.

“Hey, I’m Y/N. I’m here with Agatha Harkness.” You smiled and the lady nodded, typing into the computer.

“Ahh, I see, yes well, you’ll both be sharing a twin room, 332. Would you like me to show you the way?” The lady asked and you shook you head.

“No, no. That’s okay, thank you. I’ve been her before. Is Carol around?” You asked, shuffling your feet, turning to face the window, and watched Agatha on the phone.

“Carol? Yes, she’s out back. I’ll let her know you’re looking for her.” The lady said and you thanked her quickly, watching as she disappeared out back. Agatha stepped into reception and took a step towards you.

“All is good with the university; did you check us in?” Agatha asked and you nodded.

“Yeah room 332, It’s a twin room.” You stated, not meeting her eyes and you returned your gaze to the reception door where you saw the lady and carol stepping out. Carol opened her arms as she approached you.

“Is that my darling little Y/N?” She asked and you laughed and pulled her in for a hug. Carols hands went to your hair and she began to stroke it lightly. “How are you, sweetheart? I’ve missed you.”

Your eyes met Agatha’s, and her face displayed jealousy before you pulled back from Carol.

“I’m okay, I missed you too. How is everything?” You asked, and Carol smiled, moving to look at Agatha and before sending you a questioning glance. “This is Professor Agatha Harkness, she’s my history lecturer. She took me on a trip down here to appreciate the history of Salem.” Was your answer.

Carol shot you a look but smiled at Agatha and shook her hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Agatha. I’m Carol, I’m sure Y/N mentioned me on the way down here.”

Agatha glanced to you with wide eyes before returning her gaze to Carol. “It’s nice to meet you Carol. Y/N didn’t mention anything about you. I hardly know anything about her.” Agatha’s eyes grew sad and Carol began to scold you.

“What? You haven’t told your professor about me? The only reason you’d never tell anyone about me is if—” Carol cut herself off before glancing at you and Agatha next to each other. ‘--You had fallen in love with her’ was the words you knew Carol would have spoken.

“I know, I’m sorry, I just didn’t wanna stress her, you know? You know how protective you can be.” You responded, an apologetic look on your face. Agatha moved closer to you, so your hands were almost touching.

“You’re not a very good liar, my darling girl. However, I’ll let you off for now as I know its been a busy journey.” Carol stated and you gave her a kiss to her cheek before you led Agatha to the room you would be staying in.

As soon as you opened the door, Agatha pulled you in and had pinned you against the wall, looking into your eyes. Your breath grew short in panic as you tried to maneuver out but Agatha didn’t let you.

Her voice was low when she spoke. “Please, please, please, tell me that you and Carol are just good friends and you haven’t been cheating on her with me.”

You looked at her wide eyed and once again tried to move but Agatha had now gripped your wrists tightly.

“Get off of me, Agatha.” You demanded and Agatha glared at you, her hands gripped you tighter. You wasn’t thinking so you pulled your arms away quickly and with force and pushed her back. Agatha wobbled slightly but gained her balance again. “You really think that of me?!” You demanded.

Agatha took a step closer, anger showing on her face. “I don’t know anything about you! Nothing! None of your classmates do, no other professors do! The only thing I know about you is that you’re taking a history degree, you’re 21 and you have ‘history’ in salem!” Agatha was now shouting, and your anger grew too.

“Carol is like a mother to me, Agatha! She let me stay in one of her rooms, free of charge, when I had nowhere else to go!” You were shouting too and you moved to the beds and Agatha followed you.

“I don’t believe you.” Agatha had muttered, and you turned to face her, a look of sadness crossing it as you realized that you had pushed her away too far. Agatha watched you and began to speak again. “I have given you every opportunity to open up, Y/N. I just want you to trust me, I’m not going to leave. But I will leave if you carry on like this.”

“Yeah, but you’d pin me against a wall. You can fucking leave Agatha. I have so much fucking history here it makes my brain hurt. I only know Carol because I ran after my dad—” You cut yourself off and shook your head before moving to leave the room. Agatha gripped your hand and your pulled away.

“Y/N, please. I’m sorry.” Agatha pleaded and you left the room, not turning to look at her.

You woke the next morning, after a broken night’s sleep. Agatha was still asleep, and you moved toy check the time on your phone. 5:07am. You knew Carol would be awake by now, sorting out reservations for the motel and the breakfast.

You got up slowly, careful not to wake Agatha and your eyes watched her thrash about before calming. You quietly exited the room before wandering down to the kitchen, hearing the pots and pans moving.

You walked in slowly, as you looked to Carol, who was alone, preparing breakfast for guests and you smiled.

You cleared your throat and Carols eyes moved to meet yours. She smiled a welcoming smile before beckoning you forward.

“Couldn’t sleep?” It was phrased as a question, but Carol had known you long enough to know your struggles with sleep. You nodded lightly, moving next to her and began to help her portion out each meal. “Ever since I’ve known you, Y/N, you have always struggled to let people in. I’m not saying I don’t understand because I understand more than most what you have been through. But Agatha? This ‘professor’ of yours knows nothing about you and I don’t think its fair to her if you shut her out.”

Carol’s lecture led you to look her in the eyes, a feeling of guilt following soon after.

“She’d leave. Wouldn’t look back.” You murmured, turning away from her. Carol stopped what she was doing and turned to face you fully, her hand reaching to your cheek. Your own eyes were beginning to form tears which you unsuccessfully tried to blink away.

Carol smiled sadly, her hand still upon your cheek. “What your dad and Terry did to you wasn’t your fault. She cares about you, Y/N. More than you want to realize.”

You stepped away slightly, bringing a hand in front of your eyes and sucking in a breath. “But.. I don’t know Carol. You knew me back then. The way I was. It wasn’t completely undeserved. I was such a bad kid, you know? And I’m scared that once I tell Agatha about all of it, that she’ll think I deserved it too.” You murmured, trying to hold in your own tears.

Carol tried to reach out towards you again, but you moved away, not wanting to be touched. You moved your hand from your face, and Carol’s expression was one of sadness.

“I met you when you were 14, Y/N. 14. You were so kind to me and were always willing help, even though you never accepted help yourself. You were not a bad kid. You were a scared child. You were a child, and you did not deserve any of it. Agatha would never believe you deserved it. No reasonable adult would ever believe you deserved it. You only feel this way because it was you. But let me tell you, Y/N. If anyone ever told you about something they experienced that was in anyway like what you went through, you would not blame them. You would do anything in your power to help them.” Carol now moved closer and one of her hands rested on your shoulder, the other hand wiping away tears you didn’t realize were forming. “You are too hard on yourself, my love. I wish I was the one who raised you.”

A clearing of someone’s throat caused you both looked towards the entrance of the door and you, and Carol saw Agatha standing there, with a pained expression on her face. You pulled away from Carol and wiped your throat, taking a step closer to Agatha.

“Morning. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt; you weren’t in our room, so I came to look for you.” Agatha stated and you nodded slowly, looking towards Carol, who continued preparing breakfast. Carol nodded to you.

“I think you two should talk, breakfast won’t be ready until 8:00am so take some time to talk.” Carol stated, smiling encouragingly at you.

You nodded and grabbed Agatha’s hand and leading her out of the kitchen and towards your room.

You and Agatha didn’t say anything to each other when you were leading her back to your room and once you opened the door, you gently let go of her hand and walked in. Agatha followed behind and closed the door behind her.

You sat down on your bed and slightly beckoned her forward, patting the spot next to you. Once Agatha was beside you, you took a moment to look her in the eyes seeing sadness filling them and you knew your own eyes were brimming with tears.

“I uh- I think we need to talk.” You muttered, voice slightly shaky. Agatha didn’t say anything but nodded before placing her hand on yours, her eyes remaining on yours. “I-I-“ You sighed out a breath and Agatha’s thumb stroked your hand. She didn’t say anything, in fear or scaring you off, so she remained silent, patiently waiting for you to talk. You breathed in a long breath and moved your eyes to the wall, before closing them. This was difficult for you, just as Carol knew it was.

“Agatha, I do care about you. I do. And it scares me. For a long time, I was on my own, dealing with stuff on my own. Even when I was a kid. I couldn’t go to my dad for stuff, and my mum left when I was young, so I had no other option to deal with it on my own.” Your voice was low, and Agatha heard the pain of what you were saying. You felt her hand raise to your cheek, just they way that Carol had done earlier. But it didn’t feel as comfortable when Carol did it.

Carols touch was secure because she knew you trusted her. Agatha’s touch was hesitant. Like the way you would touch a wounded animal, scared they would run before you could help.

You opened your eyes, moving them to look to Agatha. She was biting her lip, watching at your tears fell. You could sense her inner battle and you wished you were strong enough to comfort her. But instead, you continued to talk. You weren’t sure how else to make her understand.

“I was 14 when I met Carol. She caught me shoplifting while she was doing her shopping. She didn’t turn me in, didn’t make a big deal. She bought me what I was trying to steal and told me to follow her to her motel, here. I was 14 and I didn’t have anything to lose, so I followed her. She took me into her office and patched me up with a first aid kit and then let me stay here for the night. My dad didn’t care that I didn’t come home, he just went about his life.” You continued. You watched Agatha.

“Where is your dad now?” Agatha asked, and you closed your eyes lightly, pulling back from her ever so slightly. But Agatha kept her hand on your cheek, even though she was hesitant.

“He overdosed when I was 15. I came home and he was stone cold, foaming at the mouth. I ran here to Carol. She called the ambulance. She sorted this all out for me and when it came time for me to live somewhere, Carol fought so hard for me to stay here but the police refused and moved me to a foster carer. Terry. He wasn’t any better than my dad.”

Agatha pulled you into her embrace and you felt her own tears spilling down your back, her hands ran up and down your back and you tensed, not liking the feeling. You lightly pulled away, and Agatha looked at you, concerned.

“Y/N?” She asked questioningly and before you could tell yourself to get up and leave, you placed a kiss on her lips, the first time you had ever kissed her first.

When you both pulled away, you kissed Agatha’s hand before standing. “I- Uh, I’m going to go smoke, I’ll meet you for breakfast in 10?” You asked and Agatha smiled slightly nodding.

The days had gone by so quick, and it was now your fifth day in Salem. You and Agatha had gone to visit multiple landmarks and although things were more open than before, Agatha could tell something was amiss. You still refused to take of your shirt when you were being intimate with each other, and Agatha had assumed that it was due to an insecurity you refused to tell her about. However, she knew not to push because the times she had before, you had ultimately shut her out from that topic. Agatha had decided to open to you about how her mother had disowned from her family when she was 18 and you had hugged her that night, stroking her hair and whispering words of comfort in her ear.

The night had fallen, and you and Agatha had decided to go to a bar that was a 5-minute walk away from the motel. You knew of this place well; you had visited it a lot when you were staying with Carol.

When you had entered, Agatha had decided to find a table while you went to order your drinks. As you approached the bar, A young bar woman smiled at you, and you recognized her as Stacy, a girl who was just a few years older than you.

Stacy had worked at this bar for 5 years and she used to always serve you, even though you didn’t look 21 and even though you never used to have ID.

As you stepped closer, Stacy stepped out from behind the bar and pulled you into a hug.

“Y/N! It’s been so long.” She grinned and you smiled in return, grateful for all the times that she had served you. You let go and threw a quick glance to Agatha who was eyeing you both, you smiled at her lightly but Agatha had a light scowl on her face. You turned away, now focusing on Stacy.

“Hi, Stacy! How are you?” You asked and Stacy grinned before stepping back behind the bar.

“I’ve been good, Y/N. Better now I’ve seen you. Let me guess? A vodka and coke?” Stacy asked and you laughed, remembering the number of times you had drunk that combination. Stacy laughed along with you, before moving towards the selection of drinks.

“Nah, I think I’ve slightly matured beyond that. Could I get two glasses of the house red please?” You asked and Stacy’s eyes sparkled mischievously before playfully pushing your arm.

“Oh my god! You have matured!” She exclaimed loudly and you threw a quick glance to Agatha, who did not look happy in the slightest. Stacy’s eyes followed your and she smiled. “Is that your girlfriend?”

“Oh er, we haven’t labelled anything yet, but I guess she is yeah.” You smiled, Stacy grabbed two wine glasses and filled them up while glancing up and smiling at you.

“I’m so happy for you, Y/N. You deserve someone who makes you happy.” Stacy said while handing you your glasses and you grinned.

“Thank you.” You smiled, before walking to the table that Agatha was now sat.

Agatha’s expression was one of annoyance as you placed the glass down in front of her, and you moved to sit beside her.

“Who was that?” Agatha questioned before you had the chance to speak, and you raised an eyebrow to her.

“Stacy, she’s a friend. She knows me from way back.” You stated, taking a sip of your wine. Agatha scoffed in disbelief, shaking her head.

“A friend? She seems a lot closer than a friend.” Agatha’s tone was accusatory, and you raised your eyebrows, moving your hands to you lap and fidgeting.

“Can we please not do this now?” You pleaded, remembering the last time that Agatha had gotten jealous. Agatha scoffed and shook her head once again before taking a gulp of her wine. You remained quiet, watching her anger grow, unsure of what to do because you were in public.

“You know what really gets me, Y/N?” Agatha seethed, and you did not dare respond. “No? Well, I’ll tell you. It’s watching you so willingly giving away the affection that I had to earn. I mean, I can understand with Carol. She was there for you during your worst times but thus girl? Who you’ve never even mentioned? What’s your excuse here?” Agatha demanded and you closed your eyes and shook your head lightly.

“Agatha…” You pled. You opened your eyes again and Agatha took another gulp of her wine, throwing a glance to Stacy, who smiled at you both cluelessly.

“Tell me something, Y/N.” Agatha started, her expression now pure anger and jealousy. It was not a something you liked to see, and it pained you so much that Agatha still did not trust you. You knew that this was only going to escalate but before you had time to say anything else, Agatha spoke again. “When you fuck her, do you take your shirt off for her? Do you let her see you in ways I don’t?”

Your eyes widened and you realized that Agatha had gone to far, you tried to move to stand but Agatha grabbed your hand and held it to the table. To anyone else, it would look romantic, except to the two of you.

“Agatha. Stop. This is enough.” You protested and her eyes met yours, seeing the tears beginning to form.

But Agatha was too jealous to see sense. To angry to stop. And so, she continued to poke.

“What? I am asking a question, Y/N. Are you really that disgusted by me that you refuse to let me see all of you or is it that you’re disgusted by yourself?” Agatha demanded and you shook your head, you didn’t see this leading to anything other than a full blown fight. So instead of giving in, you decided to push her away in a way you had never done before.

“I think we should stop seeing each other.” You Sniffed. Agatha’s face froze and you got up, leaving before she could say anything else.

You jogged back to the motel before Agatha even had the chance to follow you and as soon as you entered, you saw Carol at reception and tears were freely falling as you approached her.

“Y/N?” She asked and took you into her arms. You sobbed lightly before pulling back to look at her.

“I need another room please Carol. We fought and she said some things and—I just can’t.” You cried and Carol hugged you, shushing.

“That’s okay my darling. I always have a room for you.” Carol soothed.

The trip had ended early. As soon as Agatha had gotten back to the motel and realized you had switched rooms, she didn’t think there was any use in trying to convince you or to apologize. So she had found Carol, asked her to tell you that you would both be leaving the next day and that was it.

Agatha didn’t attempt to speak to you on the drive back. She had regretted what she had said but she didn’t understand. She didn’t understand. No matter how much she wanted to, she didn’t understand.

Agatha cared for you so much and yet she managed to push you away just as you were finally beginning to open up. She knew that it would be a regret she would carry for a very long time.

When you both came back early, her colleagues had asked why and Agatha had just stated that you had visited everywhere on a tight schedule and didn’t feel the need to stay any longer.

Agatha watched you in her class, she saw your tired eyes and sad expressions. She even heard of her colleague’s concern for you. Her guilt was immeasurable, and she had never felt anything like it.

You had both been back two weeks before she had received a message from an unknown number.

‘Hi Agatha,

It’s Carol. We met in Salem. I got your number from your reservation, and I thought I would try to explain what has happened, because I know Y/N is too hurt to.

I’m not very sure how much Y/N explained of her childhood and even I don’t know the full story. But Y/N’s mother left when she was very young, and her father was a drug addict who would beat her compulsively. She has lots of scars on her back. I’m quite sure you would have noticed how she doesn’t take off her shirt. When her father died, Y/N went into a foster placement and the person who was supposed to look after her did the same thing as her father.

I tried so hard to protect her and it took me years to get her to trust me.

I would appreciate it if you didn’t mention I reached out, but I just thought you ought to know some of the story.

Kindest Regards, Carol.”

Agatha cried when she had read it. It made so much sense. The way you always tried to avoid conflict when she was intentionally seeking it out, and it also explained the way you looked at her so scared she when she pinned you against the wall.

Agatha still decided to keep her distance from you, deciding that you would be better off without her hurting you.

Four weeks had now gone by since you and Agatha had come back, and you missed her in ways you had never missed anyone. It was different to the way you missed Carol and you felt a need to explain everything to her.

Although her words had hurt you so much, you felt you were also partly to blame for what had happened.

That is why you found yourself, right now, with tears in your eyes, on Agatha’s doorstep. You knew it was late but you didn’t want to talk yourself out of it again. You needed her and you hoped so much that she still wanted you.

You rang the doorbell before you could hesitate any longer. You felt your heart pounding in your chest, both from the nervousness for the situation and the hope you had for this working out.

After a few moments, the door opened, and Agatha stood in front of you, she was in her pajamas, and she looked like she had been crying. You sucked in a breath and Agatha stilled in shock.

“Y/N.” She breathed, and you stepped closer to her. “Come in, darling. Come in.” She beckoned you in and Agatha was acting in a way you had never seen her act. She seemed worried, scared even. Agatha led you to her living room and you both sat opposite each other in and awkward silence before you spoke.

“I- I’m sorry for coming so late-“You began before Agatha had cut you off with an urgency you had never heard from her

“You’re always welcome. Always.” Were her words before she almost forced herself to calm. “I’m sorry. You can carry on, Y/N. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

You cleared your throat before speaking. “I needed to see you, I needed to speak to you. I didn’t want to back out this time.” You spoke and just like the first time you had opened up to her, Agatha remained patient and listened to your every word. But this time, her hand was not resting on yours.

So instead of waiting, you moved you hand to hers and brought it into your lap before speaking again. “Agatha, I have- “Your voice broke, and Agatha moved her other hand to your cheek, just like before. You cleared your throat again and looked her in the eyes. You wanted her to see you, fully.

“I have pushed so many people away in my life because I was scared. But- I don’t want to lose you. I’m sorry I pushed you, I’m sorry I wasn’t honest. But I didn’t want you to see me as broken and for you to decide you didn’t want me.” You were crying, your eyes spilling with tears. Agatha wiped some away before pulling you into her embrace.

“Y/N, I am so sorry for treating you the way I treated you. You did not deserve it. I swear to you, I will never ever hurt you again. I love you, Y/N.” Agatha stated sincerely and you pulled away from her, raising your own hand to her cheek and wiping the tears if hers that had begun to fall.

“I love you too Agatha. I swear to you, I will always try to be open with you.” You smiled lightly at her before pulling her into a kiss.

You both melted into eachother and now finally felt at ease. Once you both finally pulled away, Agatha smiled at you and you smiled at her before resting your forehead against hers.

Right now, you didn’t feel so breakable while you were in her embrace.

Fin.

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A Daring Prefect (Amit Thakkar x Reader) - Part Two

Summary: Amit and Reader are in an established relationship. Together they venture into the Forbidden Forest because they are on a mission. Danger awaits, a Centaur shares his wisdom, and a relationship is put to the test as it is confronted with double standards.

This story can be read as a continuation of the headcanons with Amit I wrote. Read the first part, please, if you haven't already.

This is probably the last part of the story.

Reader's gender, house, and appearance are not specified.

A/N: Hello everyone! Please enjoy! Also, I have received a request for a Twilight fanfiction that I am working on. It will take some time, however, until I post it. I just wanted to say that I did not forget about the request. I want to mention again, though, that I don't feel comfortable about writing sexual stuff about characters that are minors. For anyone interested, the requests are still open!

“Are you sure this is safe?” whispered Amit, following you along a winding and dark path in the Forbidden Forest.

You looked over your shoulder, noticing his trembling form. “The Forbidden Forest is never safe.” Staring stubbornly ahead, you added indifferently, “Besides, there is no need for whispering. Whatever presides in the forest and wants to hear you will hear you regardless of the volume of your voice.”

“Wow. Now, you are being very reassuring.” Amit scoffed, crossing his arms.

“If it helps you,” you said matter-of-factly, “the best way to survive the Forest is to be realistic about its perils.”

“No. That does not help at all!” Amit rushed forward to catch up with you as a little spider glided past his feet and out of sight. Scared, he clung to the arm you held aloft to cast light with a simple Lumos. “So, where exactly are we going to meet Dorran?”

At his question, you perked up, your eyes locking on his face and gazing at him with a warmth only reserved for him. “Oh, we did not agree on a location to meet up. Dorran said he would find us as soon as we were inside the Forest. After all, he knows when extraneous forces enter.”

“Right,” Amit nodded. “Usually, the Centaurs don’t interfere with extraneous forces and keep to themselves.”

“Exactly.”

You and Amit passed a prodigious statue that depicted a wizened magician. His arms were stretched to his sides, and his robe, although carved from stone, looked like it would flutter in the breeze at any moment.

“Oh, look, the statue!” Amit pointed excitedly at the artistic stone construction. However, he was surprised by the grim glint in your eyes.

“I know.” Your words were pregnant with meaning, but you chose not to elaborate.

“Hey, what’s that look for?” Amit disentangled himself from you, stopped walking abruptly, and stemmed his hands on his hips. “It’s just a statue, or is it not?” Curiously, he walked over to the stone wizard.

“Amit, stop!” You tried to run towards him to grab his robe. Anything to stop him from his impending doom. But you tripped over a root and twisted your ankle, falling to the ground. “Shit!”

“Language.” Amit chided. His Ravenclaw brain was so occupied and enthralled with his observation that he hadn’t noticed your ungraceful fall. Instead, he continued walking steadily towards the statue. “I wonder who built it?” Amit brought his hand to his chin, his dark complexion glowing beautifully in the moonlight; even now, you were gushing over him. “And what for? No one would come to the Forbidden Forest voluntarily to appreciate this piece of architectural beauty.”

“Amit!” Hastily, you tried to get up from the ground. But your injured ankle betrayed you. As you made to rise, your foot could not hold your weight, and you tumbled down again, landing on your knees and holding yourself up with your hands. You should have never brought your dashing, innocent Ravenclaw boyfriend with an unquenchable thirst for knowledge to the perilous and unforgiving Forbidden Forrest.

When Amit raised his hand to touch the statue, it seemed to happen in slow motion. The unawareness on his face. The horror on yours. Right before his hand came into contact with the wizened stone wizard, an arrow shot past your line of vision. Moving skillfully and precisely, it flew towards Amit and cut through the empty space between his thumb and index finger of his raised hand.

Shocked, Amit screeched and pulled his hand back, looking aghast at the monument. At the place where the arrow should have hit its mark and be sticking out from the stone. However, it seemed to have disappeared in it. It was just gone.

“Great,” you mumbled, heaving yourself up with great effort. “Hopefully, all the Dark Wizards in the Arena won’t see nor be alarmed by the arrow.” Gratefully, you turned towards Dorran, who nodded at you as a way of greeting. He slung his bow over his shoulder and walked calmly towards Amit, who was holding his chest and breathing unevenly, his back still facing Dorran.

“Little man, you shall not interfere with danger you cannot begin to fathom.” Dorran halted and stared down at Amit, who slowly turned around.

Your Ravenclaw boyfriend looked like he was about to faint. His expression was crestfallen, and he tilted his head to look at you for help.

“Little man, do not let your curiosity mislead you.” Dorran continued. “Be glad the stars called me. They do not foresee your end yet. Don’t go too soon.”

“I’m trying,” Amit swallowed.

As Amit became aware of your distraught state, and how you limped towards him, his brain pieced together everything that had transpired in the past seconds. His fear dissolved. Reverently, he looked at Dorran. “So, you are Dorran. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” However, his greeting was only a formality to not appear rude. Immediately after these words had left his mouth, he sprinted towards you, slung your arm over his shoulder, and supported your weight. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I am so sorry.”

“It’s alright, Amit.” You smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “You couldn’t have foreseen my fall.”

“But I could have paid more attention.” Shamefully, he glanced at his feet. “So, what is the mystery behind this statue?"

“It is the secret entrance to the Dark Arts Arena,” you explained. “Trust me, you don’t want to go in there unprepared. All the Dark Wizards throw around the Unforgivables as if they were selling sweets at Honey Dukes.”

“So, you have been inside the Arena?” Panic-stricken he glanced at you. For the first time, Amit looked distrustfully at you. His morals were waging a war as he doubted you righteously so. “Did you use the Unforgivable Curses?”

You bit your lip and avoided his intense gaze. Expertly, you refused to answer his question directly. “We said no more lies, remember?”

Amit gasped. He was unsure of what to do. Surprisingly though, he held you tighter. However, he refused to meet your eyes. Doubt was feasting on his emotions, destroying his body and mind. Maybe he didn’t want a criminal to flee right after they have confessed to their crimes. “Then that makes you a Dark Wizard, too.”

You swallowed. Knowing very well that he was right.

Dorran intervened. “Your friend, little man, has no malice at heart. There is a difference between being a Dark Wizard with true intent and using the Curses to protect your loved ones.”

“It’s all the same to me.” Amit shook his head. “I love you, Y/N… but you have to mean the curses to cast them.”

“Thank you, Dorran,” you said sadly, “but Amit is right. Even if I meant to protect the people I love, I also meant to control, torture, and…”

“Kill,” Amit finished coldly, looking anywhere but at you.

You sighed heavily, your chest heaving up and down. “Yes, kill my enemies. Seeking comfort in a double standard would be ridiculous.”

“I see,” Dorran began in his usual sonorous voice, “but you Wizards and Witches are a paradoxical society. That is what allows your kind to strive. I do not mean to say that I agree with your ways. But don’t you think it is paradoxical that it is considered appropriate to use certain spells and jinxes to hurt others? To use them for battle and label other spells as unforgivable? At any rate, using any kind of magic to hurt is unforgivable. You sully the true purpose of magic.”

“I see where you are coming from,” Amit nodded thoughtfully, a dark shadow clouding his features. “But the three Unforgivable Curses are categorized as such because they are immediate in their effects. There is barely any recuperation for the victims. Last of all with the Killing Curse. Physical and psychological damage will follow the victims for the rest of their lives.”

“I see we have reached an impasse. Maybe we should discuss this matter at another time.” Dorran looked at the tree crowns above him. They rustled quietly and forebodingly, sending shivers down your and Amit’s spines. “The Forrest is getting restless. Danger abounds. Awaits the careless. Here, my friends.” From the leather pouch around his waist, Dorran extricated the healing herbs that Pippins had requested from you. “I believe you came for this. Why don’t we see whether they really work? My little magician,” he turned to you, handing you one leaf. “Put this on your ankle and test the theory of that potion maker.”

“Thank you.” You took the leaf and sat on the ground. Amit helped you. He placed a hand on your lower back as you pulled off your shoe and sock to let the healing herb rest on the bare skin of your ankle.

“If the leaf heals your injury without having to squeeze out its juices, then this herb is truly powerful. Imagine what it could do if used as an ingredient for a potion.” Amit said quietly, brushing hair back from your face.

Soon enough, a green light enveloped your ankle, and you felt the pain subside.

After you had put on your sock and shoe again, you and Amit thanked Dorran. You waved and headed back to the castle, hearing Dorran’s voice ringing through the Forrest after his body was long gone from sight.

“That is the true purpose of magic. To nurture life. Not to destroy.”

Needless to say, you and Amit were left with a lot of stuff on your minds. You were not only thinking about the double standards of the magical community, but also about what would become of your relationship. Could Amit still trust you? Would he turn you in? And if not, could you trust that he would definitely not do it? What if he changed his mind?

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