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boltupbitches · 3 months

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Enemies to Lovers - Joe Burrow

Angst -> to fluff

Joe couldn’t put into words precisely why he felt the need to say something every time she entered the room. The new physical therapy assistant was the sweetest person - at least according to several guys on the team who joked with her and would talk endlessly during their sessions.

Joe? Well, he shot himself in the foot the first day they met when she had bumped into him coming out of the exam room he was walking past. He was having a bad day, his calf was still sore and acting up, and on top of that, he had just had a heated conversation with his parents over his ex-girlfriend.

He remembered snapping at the new girl, “Can you watch where the fuck you’re walking?”

He hadn’t stuck around to hear her response, but after that, she went out of her way to avoid him or just outright ignore his presence unless absolutely required to talk with him. If she did have to, it was short, monotone sentences with a blank expression.

It pissed Joe off to no end. What pissed him off worse though was that HE caused this odd tension between them with his outburst that day. He had attempted to track her down a few times afterward to apologize but each time he had approached she’d take off the other way.

Now, every time he saw her, he felt his face twist into a scowl and frustration take over. It pissed him off and he wasn’t sure why his face flushed and his heart rate sped up at the sight of her. He knew his attitude made her uncomfortable but he couldn’t figure out why he was feeling the way he was.

It was Sam of all people who brought it up one day during a post-workout. “I just think it’s odd how mad you get when you see her. I mean, what is the problem?”

“I don’t know..” Joe muttered as he took a swig of his water. “She just always acts like she’d rather be somewhere else than near me. It’s like I’m dirt beneath her shoes.”

“I think she probably looks at it in reverse,” Sam said after a moment.

Joe looked at him questioningly.

Sam raised his brows at him before smirking. “It was you after all who said you yelled at her the first day you met her. And I’ve seen how you act towards her when she’s in the same room as you. The girl thinks you hate her guts. It’s likely why she’s always trying to get away from you. You’ve been a dickhead to her, Joe.” Sam said, straight to the point.

Joe mulled over what Sam said after he bit down the immediate urge to debunk his words. He couldn’t deny it - it was true. He had been awful to her and he needed to make it right. In the few interactions they had, either direct or indirect, he had been the unpleasant asshole. This all stemmed from a misunderstanding on his part. Now she thought he hated her.

He knew he didn’t hate her. How could he? He barely knew her. Yet, his ire with her made no sense to him.

“Yeah.. you’re right.” He finally admitted. He looked over to an amused Sam, “What should I do to make this right?”

“Well,” Sam scratched his chin as he thought, “You could corner her and apologize. Explain that you’re not normally like that, but still, it was no excuse for being a dickhead to her. Don’t ask for forgiveness because that’s corny - she’ll decide when she forgives and it’s ok.” Sam went silent again before grinning suddenly to himself, “And stop glaring at every man who approaches her and talks with her. You’re way too obvious, dude.”

“What do you mean by ‘obvious’?” Joe demanded.

“You like her,” Sam answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You act all pissy when a guy talks to her, then you follow her around the room with your eyes, and I’m pretty sure you are one step away from marking her like a damn dog marks his spot. It is so obvious that you have a crush on her.”

“That’s - that’s… not true,” Joe sputtered out.

“It is,” Sam said.

The two sat quietly once more, one of them completely lost in thought over his feelings, and the other one amused that his good friend was so intelligent but couldn’t read the situation at hand to save his life.

“Fuck,” Joe groaned, putting his head in his hands. “I do.”

“What?” Sam goaded.

“I do like her. Fucking hell, man. Fuck, fuck, fuck. She thinks I’m an absolute asshole now though,” Joe mumbled with his face still in his hands.

Sam thankfully had some information to make his day, “I have an appointment with her at 2 pm. I’m going to show up late. You can go in and talk to her. She doesn’t have any clients from 1-2 pm and will likely be on desk duty for the head PT. Go get cleaned up and you’ll have time to catch her.” Sam nudged his shoulder roughly with his hand.

Joe didn’t think twice, nor did he need any convincing as he got off the weight bench he sat at and took off to the shower rooms.

He didn’t want to waste this opportunity.

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Joe breathed deeply as he stood outside the room she was working in. 205. He had double-checked twice to make sure it was the one Sam said she’d be working in.

He lifted his hand and knocked firmly.

A few moments passed and he heard footsteps approach from the other side of the door. The door opened and she appeared on the other side with a startled look on her face once she registered who was knocking.

She stared quietly for a moment and then cleared her voice, “umm… hi, Joe - er Mr. Burrow. How can I help you?”

Joe felt his heart skip a beat at the sound of her voice before responding, “Joe’s fine… um... do you have a few minutes? I was hoping we could talk really quick.” He smiled nervously.

She stared once more, visibly put off by the friendliness he was exuding. She glanced down the hallway and back, looking for some sign that he was playing a prank before coming to the conclusion that he was serious. “Uh - sure. Come on in.” She opened the door and moved out of the way so his large frame could pass through.

Joe shuffled awkwardly for a minute before taking a seat in front of the small desk in the corner of the room.

She came around to the other side where her laptop was facing and quietly shut it as she sat down.

It was awkwardly silent.

Joe cleared his voice and spoke up, “Listen... Rachel, I’m sorry for how much of an asshole I have been. Not just the first day we met, but also every time after that. I was going through a rough time when we collided that day but that was no excuse for how I spoke to you. I hope we can work together and that you’ll consider giving me a chance.” He smiled nervously.

Rachel nodded at him and remained quiet for a moment. “I appreciate the apology, Joe. I won’t lie - I’ve been really put off and uncomfortable with how you treated me. I don’t understand why you continued to be so unwelcoming to me after one instance in time.” She looked at him curiously.

Joe nodded with a serious expression on his face as he listened. “I was mostly mad at myself for feeling like I made things bad between us - and I did. It snowballed and I just kept feeling more frustrated - not at you but with myself and how I messed up that day. The truth is,” his cheeks flushed red, “I was jealous of how naturally you got along with others on the team but I somehow messed up any friendship we could have had from the get go. It was never you. It was all me and being in my head. I’m very sorry, Rachel, for making you feel unwelcome. It is not an excuse -”

“Just an explanation?” She finished for him.

He nodded.

They were quiet once more before she spoke once more. “Well, since we’ll be working together a lot,” She stuck her hand out to him, “My name is Rachel and I am one of the physical therapist assistants. It’s nice to be working with you, Joe.”

Joe grinned and shook her hand, “It’s nice to be working with you too, Rachel.” It took him a minute to realize he held her hand a little long before he quickly let go, his cheeks still flushed from earlier. “Sam said he was going to be late in getting here today - he needed to talk to the DC really quick. Did you want to get coffee together afterward at the cantina?” He asked nervously.

Rachel smiled and nodded, her own cheeks now flushed, “Sure. I would love to. It won’t be until 3 pm though.”

Joe nodded, “That’s fine. I need to go talk to Zac anyways. I’ll swing back around then.” He got up and stretched before heading for the door.

Joe paused and turned back to Rachel, a small smile on his face, “Thanks, Rachel… for giving me a chance.”

Rachel returned the smile, “Of course. We all have our days. Just don’t make a habit of it, Burrow.” She warned playfully.

He nodded and chuckled, “Right, right.” He looked back at her once more and said, “see you later.” And shut the door behind him.

He paused and released a heavy sigh of relief before fisting pumping and turning down the hallway only to encounter a grinning Sam.

“Went good, Shiesty? You look pretty stoked.”

Joe nodded a smile once more on his face, “She agreed to have coffee with me at 3 pm. So, don’t keep her waiting too long and holding it up, Hubbard.” He smacked his larger friend on the shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah. For that, you’ll have to wait for 3:30 pm.” Sam winced and pretended to limp towards the door.

“Dude,” Joe called, “Don’t you dare!”

Sam turned and winked at him, “She’ll be done by 3 pm, lover boy,” before knocking and walking on into the room.

Joe stood there in the hallway alone for a moment, staring at the door. He couldn’t wait to go back there at 3 pm.

#joe burrow fanfiction #joe burrow fanfic #joe burrow one shot #joe burrow imagines

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cosmicskittlez · 4 months

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Yknow as a joke I was thinking "man wouldn't it be funny if chujin and starlo ended up a couple instead and ceroba was just punching a pillow in her room" but then I started thinking how maybe Starlo would've ended up a bit more responsible being around Chujin, actually making the town not just something to role-play in but an actual home. They would've ended up settling in, having a child, keeping it safe. Chujin would've probably stayed the same though, and he would've ended up with the same fate. But when his messages go out to Starlo and not Ceroba, I don't think Starlo would have the guts to finish his work.

So he doesn't. He takes his time to grieve and continues to run the town. The tapes sit at the bottom of their house as he continues to raise their kid. Though of course, with the Wild East being a real town now and not just for play, it brings in real threats. And the sheriff gets called to the scene when it's too late, and his child falls down in front of his own eyes.

From there the story plays out like the rest, he sends their body to the lab in hopes it works but never hears back, meanwhile his time acting as sheriff wears you down little by little. By the time Clover comes around, Starlo doesn't have much hope left. But he knew one thing he hadn't tried yet, so he acts on Chujins plans and takes Clover in under his wing. From there he puts them through rigorous training, dangerous training. And at one point, he sets the rest of the Fiesty Five on you until you withstand their attacks, before shooting you down to 1 hp himself. Before Clover can do anything, they pass out.

They come to moments later, laying on the bed with the Fiesty Five around them asking if they're OK. They tell you then that they broke things off with Starlo for now, calling him reckless and crueler then he ever is. Before they can stop them Clover leaves and tries to find Starlo themself. From there the battle goes the same as it does before, with Ceroba rushing to stop Starlo at the last attack. He apologizes, and explains everything to Ceroba and Clover, telling them that he and Clover need to go to the Lab to find his child. He asks Ceroba to watch the town for now as he goes off to the Steamworks with Clover.

From there it's essentially the same, Starlo following Clover as they try to uncover more and more. But before they can make it to the lab, the posse come back to find you with Ceroba at the lead. They saw the tapes, and Starlo runs with Ceroba on his heels. Clover goes back and watches the tapes with Martlet and you both head out to find Starlo again.

At the cherry blossom tree Ceroba confronts Starlo, and Starlo can barely talk as he cries. He already failed Chujjn by not trying the first time, he failed his child by not being able to show up in time. He refuses to fail them again. He swears he'll bring their child back and after that he can carry out all of Chujin's plan once and for all. But when Martlet threatens to run away with Clover, he doesn't hold back. He shoots Martlet and Ceroba clean in the arm, not enough to kill but enough for them to pass out, and he confronts Clover one final time. A sense of flawed justice runs through him as he does, glowing with light as he taps into his powers and his magic strengthens. It's the Final Showdown, and Clover knows there's only so few ways it can end.

Should Clover spare, the story plays out the same. His friends come to and stay by his side, and Clover decides to give up their soul for monsterkind. However, should Clover kill Starlo, all that's left behind is his hat and badge. And as Ceroba comes to, she can only stand still as she watches his dust blow away. She slowly stands up and gathers Starlos things, silent as she heads to the exit before saying one last thing.

"You know, I don't think his plan could have worked despite everything. Someone like you was never pure in the first place."

#undertale yellow #uty starlo #yeah i apologise this came to my head this morning. anyways uh starlo in unconcievable pain anyone?#anyone want a grief stricken cowboy?

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redbird-tf · 7 months

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A fathers scent

Matt murdock x (platonic) teen reader

Summary: matt wanted nothing more but to get to know you better but didnt know his scent could hurt you so badly

Notes; short read

Warning;

Matt had taken you in almost a year ago, how could he not, you had the same abilities as him and he knew what it was like to be alone or worse, with Stick, he couldn’t let that happen. Matt did his best. He taught you how to let things in and keep things out, trained you, and most of all, fathered you.

Matt still didn't know your full story regarding your family, he knew your mom had passed tragically and that your dad was gone but he didn't know the details. He only ever brought it up once and when you declined to answer becoming upset he didn't pry. Matt trusted one day you’d feel comfortable enough to tell him yourself and if not that was alright.

Matt returned home after a long day at Nelson and Murdock, he had scoured the city trying to get information to help his new clients. “Mm that smells good” he announced walking through the door, placing down his stick. “Is that stake im smelling?” he asked cocking his head. “Matt!” You shouted enthusiastically walking into his embrace. Something went wrong though.

You inhaled his scent before sharply pushing yourself back from him. Matt could hear the sudden acceleration of your heart rate, and feel the sweat collecting on your face. “Y/n” what's wrong,” he asked holding his arm out “Where have you been!?” You asked holding your nose, trying to drain out the stench. “All over town. why? What's wrong-“You cut him off again. “Who have you been talking to!?” You shouted louder than before. “A lot of people, what going on?” He asked stepping towards you, but you darted towards the bathroom.

A few seconds passed before he heard the sounds of you puking your guts out, he walked toward the door cracking it open. Your heart rate had slowed but you shivered from the cold sweat coating your body. “Y/n..” he whispered. “Please leave me alone” you begged weakly, Matt was terrified but not wanting to make the situation worse he obliged. He sat at the table, listening to the clock tick and an hour later you emerged from the bathroom dashing into your room.

Matt went through the rest of his night routine alone, not leaving the house in case you decided to appear, but you never did. Matt couldn’t go to bed not knowing if you were ok. After his shower, he threw on his jacket and sweatpants and walked to your room. “May i come in?” He asked with a light knock. no reply followed, he let himself in and made his way to the edge of your bed where he sat. your body curled up on the opposite side.

“Y/n…are you alright?” He asked softly “i don't want to talk about it” your raspy voice replied. “Y/n I'm sorry if i did something to hurt you” he stated more worry in his voice. “You didn't-“ you paused before exhaling deeply “you smelled like my dad” you stated. Matt didn’t know how to reply but you continued “The half-drunken, concrete, musty smell. You were around him i could tell” you explained with a shake at the end of your sentence. “Y/n, i had no idea, im sorry” he apologized. “He's around, he’s back, he was near you!” you bit your lip. Matt climbed into the bed and turned you towards him. “Hey, you are safe here. He will never come near you” he explained in a stern tone.

your eyes watered and he wasted no time pulling you into his chest. Your hands went around his back as he engulfed you and you were finally able to inhale Matt's scents, the one you loved so much.“You’re my real dad, Matt” “your my daughter, nothing will ever change that”

#matt murdock imagine #matt murdock x you #matt murdock fanficion #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock #matt murdock fanfic #daredevil #dare devil imagine #daredevil x reader

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abravesoul03 · 2 months

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How did you guys meet & Who confessed first?

WayB Noze X Fem reader

Warnings: NONE

A/N: Hello there my dear luvvies ~ here's a little something for Noze~💓 it's been some time since I posted something due to being a little busy with classes. I'm currently in my last semester so yeah busier than usual 🙂 but anyways I hope you guys enjoy this.

P.S: I used my oc for this writing. Hope you guys love Riki 🥹💕.

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HOW THINGS STARTED

Let's just say that your a popular producer and Noze is a popular dancer/choreographer, both under SM ent.

And you being one of Kai's main producer while she's one of the main backup dancer.

It was funny how you guys met. You weren't really the type to talk to people, not that you were mean or rude it's just not your thing. You always try your best to mind your own business.

So one day when Noze was informed that there will be a group of trainees that she and Kai had to train, she was excited. She wanted the training session to be perfect.

As the session was about to start, Noze took the attendance of all of the trainees. Her brows furrowed realising that 1 more trainee had yet to show up.

At that exact given moment you on the other hand you peeked your head through the door, checking into see the power in the studio was on cus your recording studio had shut down suddenly.

"Ahh there you are!! You must be Jung Haerin. You know you should be on time for our next session." Noze said as she tugged you into the studio.

Mind you that you and Noze have never met before. And Kai wasn't present yet.

You were confused like literally confused. What was going on? Jung Haerin? But your Ishiriki?

"b-but I'm not-" "Ok everyone! Good evening. I'm Noze your trainer for today's session. Now everyone pair up! We're going to learn a duo routine yeah?"

All the trainees were paired up except for you, who was still deep in confusion.

"Hey, you don't have a partner?" Your only response was you tilted your head to the side like a lost puppy.

"I'm not a trainee-" "Come here you can be my partner~" Noze gave you no space for you to talk as she pulled you closer to her.

-"Ok everyone like this, 1- 2- 3- to the left and down up to right back front. Got it? Now try it with your partners!"

-Jihye turned her head to you. "Hey come on give it a try!"

-You could have danced, the moves were simple but, you weren't really built for dancing you know. As someone whose skilled in lyrics and beats dancing wasn't your thing.

-At that moment the door opened revealing another girl, she made her way to Noze and started to apologize for being late to the session.

-Now Jihye is the one in confusion.

-"So your Jung Haerin?" The girl noded. "Then who are you?!"

-Finally she gave time to reply. "Just like I have been trying to tell you I'm n-"

-Again you were interrupted, this time by Kai himself. But it was a relief seeing him as you were close with him.

-"Heyy guys I'm here, Omg Hey Riki what are you doing here? Didn't know you knew how to dance hahaha." Kai knew about your ability to dance and he was messing with you.

"Jeongin oppa~ ok let me explain I'm not a trainee here. God finally."

"Ok and? Your one of my producers? Why would you be a trainee?" Kai looked at you with knitted brows.

-Jihye's eyes opening in shock as she realises.

"W-wan so your not-" "Nope I'm not a trainee here, it's nice to meet you I'm Damian Ishiriki. One of SM.ent's and Kai's main producer."

Kai bursts out laughing his guts off realising what had happened before his presence.

You were so done, and just walked out without waiting for a reply.

Jihye was embarrassed. She than understood after Kai had explained. She felt bad for not having listened to you.

After the training session, all she could think about was you. Were you mad at her? Did she scare you?

She decided to pay you a visit the next day. With a piece of your favourite cake as a sign of her apology.

The next day she went to your studio, she's heard that your always in there. Arriving to the company at early in the morning and leaving late at night.

Jihye knocked gently on the door a few times waiting for a reply...a few seconds passed as she was about the knock again the door opened revealing you.

"Hi? How can I help you?" "Hey Ishiriki right? I'm Noze, uhm you know yesterday haha, I was wondering if we could talk? Just for awhile ~"

You couldn't say no to her, she looked somewhat kinda cute asking you like that.

"uh ok, sure come in." You opened the door wider for her. You closed the door behind her and let her sit at the empty chair besides yours Infront the P.A. system panel.

"Ok so first all I'm really really sorry for have listened to what you wanted to say yesterday. I really mistook you for a trainee. You just looked so young and cute I thought that you were a trainee. I'm so sorry please forgive me? Please accept this cake if your not mad at me anymore."

She did a little bowing gesture from her seat while offering you the cake. You just giggled while accepting the cake.

"No way! You got me a mango cream cheese cake? Hahaha no worries at all I'm not mad. It was a just a misunderstanding. And besides that you shouldn't be apologizing, it should be me. I should have knocked before entering. And Jeongin opah told me your a 97 liner? I'm a lot younger than you~"

Noze looked at you nodding, and took a few seconds admiring you. Then her head shifted to the screen Infront of you.

"ooh what's that?" She had questioned about your current song in progress for Taemin's comeback. You we're close with many artists from SM and Hybe.

"ah that's the song that I'm currently working on for Taemin opah's comeback. I shouldn't be really asking or telling this to anyone but would like to hear a snippet of it?" Jihye giggled and nodded.

"God I would be honoured ~"

And that's how your friendship with Jihye began. Both of you shared many things about eachother that day.

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WHO CONFESSED FIRST/HOW DID THEY CONFESS

-The one who confessed first was Noze obviously. Miss gurl was head over heels for you since day 1 but was afraid of getting rejected. So she decided to take things slow by befriending you.

-Would probably need a lot of coaxing from her friends to muster up the courage to confess her feelings for you.

-About 5 months into the relationship, Jihye invited you over her place. You thought it as a normal movie date between friends. But you were wrong.

-The moment you stepped in her apartment something felt off. You could feel the weird tension from Jihye.

-She had set out a selection of your favourite snacks and drinks on the table.

-The movie started to play but only you were paying attention. Not her. Her attention was all on you only you.

"Riki?" "Yes Ji?" She loved the nickname you gave her.

"there's something I wanna talk about." You took the remote from the armrest and paused the movie looking at her.

"look Riki, I like you. Like I love you. I wanna tell you that your such a nice girl who had won my heart from the first day itself. I don't know what else to say rather than ask. W-will be my girl?"

She looked down immediately on her lap as those words came out.

"oh Jihye..."

Your words were making her anxious.

"I would love to be your girlfriend." You threw yourself on top of her trapping her in a hug.

"I never knew you were the one who was gonna confess first."

Again you made her confused. 'confess first?' what does that mean?.

You leaned in and pecked her lips then got up, you quickly grab a letter from your back pocket handing it to her. Making your way to the door.

"well it's getting pretty late, I should be heading home now unnie. I'll text when I get back."

You left her, on the couch. She was still in massive shock. Did you just kiss her? She opened the letter and gave and read it. You were also confessing your feelings for her through the letter.

Noze got up running around her apartment in excitement shouting. It was a good thing her neighbours were away on vacation or else someone would have gotten a noise complaint filed.

-THE END-

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#abravesoul.txt #abravesoul thoughts #swf2 imagine #swf2 #swf2 x reader #noh jihye #noze smut #noze x readee #noze x reader #swf wayb #swf x reader

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aestheticpearl · 1 year

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— 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝

[𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫] avior

a/n: this fic does contain spoilers for sovereign state season one finale that literally just dropped so if you haven’t listened to it go listen and then come back

this strange unknown place is dark with red undertones with fire and smoke spreading across random areas and to be quite honest it’s really reminding you of the netherworld in minecraft. the thought alone somehow scares you more since you never got the guts to go to it in the game.

you hear a groan and look to find the source— a demon lays on the ground a few feet from you. all you can remember is him bumping into and apologizing profusely before you opened your eyes to find yourself in whatever place this is.

“what the actual fuck?” avior groans holding his head while sitting up, his head was throbbing in pain but he can’t remember if he hit his head on something. he looks up to take in his surroundings suddenly noticing that he is not in Arya, he doesn’t know where he is.

“this isn’t arya”

then his eyes lock with yours, startling you enough you unconsciously take a few steps back. avior doesn’t even think before he speaks.

“and where ever i am, you shouldn’t be here, not through my rift. who the hell are you?”

“i—i uh um” you try to think of the right words to form a response but you just end up blurting out your name.

“nice name” he scoffs. “now, care to explain why the fuck we are?”

you’re baffled at his very bold accusation.

“if i didn’t know any better it sounds like you think this is my fault” the statement comes out more angrily then you’d like, but he simply laughs at you.

“why shouldn’t i talk to you like this is your fault? i have no clue who you are and while i was trying to escape a particular sticky situation, you somehow ended up in my rift with me and instead of it taking me home and you to an early oblivion it takes us here. where ever the hell here is.” he says with an almost condescending tone.

he sighs before speaking again, something he likes to do apparently.

“while we’re at it, hell seems to be a fitting title.” he stands and walks to look over the edge to take in the view. “what is this?”

you’ve decided to keep your distance from this unknown demon, unsure if he’s the cause of this situation you find yourself in.

“so do i get to know your name or is this a situation where only one of us knows the others name?”

“avior, i’m an inchoate demon”

“in know it?” avior lets a out a frustrated sigh.

“inchoate. i-n-c-h-o-a-t-e, brush up on your vocabulary or your demon classifications, which ever you prefer”

before you’re able to ask what exactly an inchoate demon is he cuts you off with the definition.

“it means i’m the demonic equivalent to one of you humans freelancer, i’m fueled by any kind of energy from your kind, i’m not specialized.”

“you must like the sound of your own voice huh?” you mumble.

“excuse me?” he scoffs.

“i’m saying you talk a lot” you speak louder so he can hear you this time. “jeez it’s just like ‘me me me!’ let me at least introduce myself properly before you go on a tangent, you walking thesaurus.”

avior is a bit taken aback by you, he’s never had anyone—let alone a human, talk to him like this.

“you know i don’t exactly need the attitude from someone who caused this in the first place”

“caused this? you still think i did this?! what makes you think i did this?!” you don’t mean to come off so rude but you cannot believe that he still thinks this is your fault.

“well for starters you’re aura is different from other magic welders, your connection seems organic”

“organic? you trying to insult me or something? cause it’s working”

“god you’re toilsome”

“big words only make me more angry” avior lets out another frustrated sigh.

“you. are. difficult.”

“oh like you’re so easy to deal with” you huff and cross your arms across your chest. “why are we here anyway? i have to support my friends at the academy games today. how long do you think we’ll be stuck in here for?”

“do you always ask so many questions?”

“i don’t know, do you always sound so sarcastic?”

avior lets out another groan, he’s beyond frustrated that he’s trapped with what seems to be the human equivalent of a twenty questions game.

“let’s be civil with each other here, we don’t know how long we’ll be stuck for.”

“fine.” there’s a pregnant pause between the two of you before you speak again. “so what was the ‘sticky situation’ you were trying to escape from?”

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i heard this song and i was like this is literally made for starlight

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dudadragneel · 9 months

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Hey guys, it's me!

How are you?

Sooo...while I'm working on the new Sickfic...I saw something here on Tumblr yesterday that sparked a little idea for a short scenario real quick.

So, hear me out:

Chan going live, basically deciding to do a mukbang with STAYs watching, while interacting with them.

- The reason I'm eating all this right now it's because I was on a diet.

He said laughing the way he always do. But STAYs were already spamming the comment section worried about what he just said. So he quickly explained to calm them down

- Guys, I wasn't starving myself, don't worry. It was just a diet to manage my health so I couldn't eat such delicious food so I'm basically craving them right now. I already reached my goal so this is almost like a prize of some sort.

STAYs accepted his answer and encouraged him to enjoy his food while talking to him through the live.

He was craving those foods like there was no tomorrow. There was a lot of food in front of him, there was enough for two people, yet he ate all that himself.

There were some rather heavy food and drinks, and he was enjoying everything while talking to STAY about what he and the boys have been up to and some life advices as well, he put some music and even created a new one.

Everything was going well, until his body started to tell him he should've eaten less and slower. His stomach had gotten used to light, healthy food in certain times of the day so to eat all that at once messed everything up.

His stomach started gurgling and he felt an air bubble come up his throat, so he brought a hand to his mouth to muffle a burp and apologized to STAYs for it. He thought it was just that, but the feeling of being bloated didn't pass, in fact it was increasing.

He just tried to ignore it and carry on with the live, but it just kept getting worse. He could feel nausea building up quickly and the sight and smell of the food in front of him wasn't helping, so he excused himself to take that away and came back.

Again, he kept trying to focus on the live and interacting with STAYs but the nausea just kept getting stronger and stronger. Eventually he started to feel a burning sensation up his chest and cold sweat on his back.

He tried to shrug it off and decided to answer one of the comments, but that was the last straw. As he started talking, the nausea reached its peak and his stomach started to send its contents up. He managed to quickly say that the staff was calling him and excused himself. Once out of the camera, he brought a hand to his stomach and started swallowing convulsively trying his hardest not to throw up because STAYs would definitely hear it.

As he managed to swallow it down, he took deep breaths to calm himself down and the nausea as well and came back. He thought the crisis had been averted and continued to interact with stays. But his stomach decided it had enough.

He only lasted a few minutes before his body sent a final warning. His stomach contracted and sent hot liquid up his throat and he knew he wouldn't be able to swallow it down this time. Before the disaster unfolded he managed to give an excuse to end the live.

- STAYs, I'll have to end it here because the staff said there's something w-we need to do. A big hug.

Even in that state, moments from puking his guts out, he gave STAYs a big hug and ended the live. He barely had a chance to leave his studio as he felt hot liquid hitting the back of his throat, he quickly grabbed the bin under his desk and a thick wave gushed out of his mouth.

The chunky texture from having just eaten making him feel even more nauseous and sending an even stronger and more productive wave of undigested food, this time coming out of his nose as well and hitting the bin with a sickening sound.

He spat thick saliva and then lifted his head up to breathe before another wave came, more watery this time and arching his back. Another one splashed out before he even had time to breathe.

All of a sudden one of the managers entered his studio because he could hear a faint sound from the outside. He went to Chan's side and rubbed his back as another wave ripped through him.

He asked Chan what was wrong to which the boy answered it was because he ate too much. The manager decided to get him back to the dorms and let him rest, since they had no activities.

The rest of the went by with Chan throwing up from time to time, several trips to the bathroom and seven worried kids taking care of him. It was a long tiring day without him managing to eat much.

The next day he was feeling better and opened a live in the afternoon.

- Hello, STAYs! It's Chan! I'm sorry for ending the live so abruptly yesterday. I wasn't feeling well.

As the comments started to pop up asking what happened, he decided to explain to them.

- I think I ate a bit too much? Haha. The food was delicious so I ate without noticing that it was so much. And I ended up eating fast as well. Haha. I started to feel funny that's why I ended the live.

STAYs kept asking him if he was okay and noticed his voice sounded different.

- Oh? My voice? Yeah, I'm sorry if my voice is a little raspy right now haha. I ended up feeling sick and threw up everything haha, that's why my voice sounds funny now.

All of the comments told him to take care of himself and get well soon, to which he thanked from the bottom of his heart.

- I'll take care of myself. I'm sorry for worrying you! I'll eat moderately next time haha.

He was extremely happy to have such caring fans and members and to compensate the last live, this one was longer with lots of talking and music reaction and production.

There you have it! A surprise Chan Sickfic!

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puffpasstea · 2 years

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Satellite

A/N: Hi friends! Sorry about the delay. Here's the 3rd chapter of the sequel. I must admit, this is by far the hardest thing I've ever written yet. So, I hope you enjoy it. and please, please let me know what you think or if you have any thoughts, feedback, or suggestions!

Warnings: one kiss.

Chapter 3

Harry took one last glance at the card before setting it down and plucking a flower out of the bouquet to place in his hair, smiling widely. “From my ex-girlfriend.” He spoke, still grinning, “or…I guess she’s my girlfriend again? We haven’t really decided, like, explicitly, yet.” His cheeks grew red as he attempted to explain. “Anyway, yeah, she couldn’t be here tonight.”

Wait, you’ve got a girlfriend?! What was the whole hurt and wounded act for, then? You made me feel like shit, making it seem as though I kept you in limbo for ten months, holding your heart hostage, when you went and got back together with your ex?!! I felt like wrapping my hands around his neck and strangling him to death. But, instead, “oh, that’s nice that she sent you flowers. Shows she cares,” was all I had the guts to say to him.

“Yeah, anyway, so some of the cast and crew are in the audience tonight. Would you like to sit with them or would you prefer to be alone? know you don’t like big crowds, and I’m grateful that you came in spite of that. So, just say the word and I’ll have someone get you a different seat if you’d like.”

“Please, I’d love to sit with everyone else’’ Harry was right; huge crowds like this often drove my anxiety through the roof, but I figured being surrounded by familiar faces might be good for me, besides, I hadn’t seen any of them in so long.

Harry said he’d have someone escort me to my seat, and I gathered from that suggestion that he wanted some alone time for his pre-show rituals. A kind and chatty Forum staff member walked me to the bundle of seats that Harry had reserved for us. I immediately spotted Sienna and Christopher’s figures, among others familiar faces, and rushed in their direction with Christopher seeing me from a distance and greeting me with open arms.

“So good to see you!” He wrapped his tall, slender frame around me and squeezed me in a tight hug.

Greeting everyone in turn, I opted to sit in the middle seat between Sienna and Christopher. We spent the first few moments commenting on the vibrant atmosphere – and outfits– that the audience had already created; how good it was to see everyone again; how we all had gone backstage and said hello to Harry, and how weird it is to be seeing this side of him. At the first dip in conversation, Christopher leaned over and whispered in my ear.

“So, you cheated on me with Harry?” He kept his perfectly cordial tone and casual smile, his face still facing the stage as he spoke, and so did I despite my eyes widening and sweat immediately running down my back. I searched the depths of my mind for anything to say – any excuse at all– that would make sense to him, but I came up short no matter how hard I tried.

“Christopher, I- don’t know what to say…” I meant it. Really. I knew that what I had done to him was inexcusable, so apologizing to him felt insulting and meaningless. Explaining didn’t seem to be an option either. It would require me to understand why I did what I did first, and I’m not sure I knew the answer to that. When I got together with him, I didn’t set out to sleep with Harry at the same time. And when it did happen, I thought it was just a mistake that I wouldn’t make again. Every time it happened, I always told myself it would be the last time. Somehow, though, Harry and I kept finding ourselves back in the same cycle. No one ever sets out to be a “cheater.” Yet it would be unfair to deny that I’d cheated on Christopher.

“I never meant to hurt you, Christopher.” I finally mumbled, not even sure he could hear me over the crowd.

“Let’s not talk about it right now. Not here.” He placed a hand on my back.

“You’re not angry with me? How don’t you hate me right now?”

“Hate you? Dear, lord. No! Am I a little hurt? Sure. Disappointed? Of course. But, look, things like this are never black and white. I know you struggled connecting with me when we were together. Plus, as I told you before, I’ve seen the way Harry looks at you. I’ve noticed.”

Christopher had rendered me speechless in two very different ways within just a few minutes.

“You’re too good for this world, you know that?” I finally turned to look him in the eyes.

“Well, hold on. I’m not saying I forgive you just yet. I’ll get there, though. Soon.” He smiled playfully.

“Well, if it helps you get there faster, Harry’s moved on, so…”

I watched as Christopher processed this information with a look of shock on his face. Just as I was about to elaborate, I felt Sienna tap me on the shoulder and ask if I’d like to come with her and a couple of other friends to grab some drinks before the opening act came on.

“Go. Have fun. This conversation isn’t over, though.” Christopher gave me a nudge. I decided to join Sienna and others, getting a beer for Christopher as well, as a gesture of apology, or at least the beginnings of one.

***

The show was remarkable, to say the least. Harry’s presence was palpable throughout the venue and could be felt from the very first row of fans packed together in the pit, all the way to the very last row of seats. But, even though he was the main attraction of the evening, Harry was hardly single-handedly creating the unique atmosphere that we all witnessed. His band, the fans, his friends in attendance, and even his security team and his tour crew all felt bonded together by the same experience. Pride flags, feather boas, and fruit shaped apparel lit up and sparkled across the room. The audience’s emotional generosity and enthusiasm wrapped around him warmly from the moment that he popped up onstage until he took his very last bow. I learned a lot about him by watching him perform. As we all discussed among ourselves after the show, on-stage-Harry was very different from the calm, composed, and endearingly awkward guy that we’d come to know and love. Performing for thousands of adoring fans seemed as much a release for him as it is for people who come to see him. That’s not to suggest that he was anything but thoughtful and present throughout the performance. Harry has a gift for forging personal, seemingly intimate connections and personal interactions with people in a sea full of bodies. While one might imagine that all faces, kind of, blend together from where he’s standing, he actually manages to remember fans he’s seen before, whether it’s a moment he had with them on the street, or because he’s seen them at his other shows or previous tours. Be it a funny sign that a fan is holding up, or the golf shirt that their parent is wearing, he always managed to find a way to make it feel like, even though the show is about people coming together as a group, he was also there you personally, and he could see, feel, and love you specifically.

Watching him do all that with so much grace and openness made me fall in love with him all over again. Somehow, the fact that he is also a talented musician and singer felt like an afterthought. It was an all-consuming experience, watching friends make new memories as they swayed together to the melody of the music, or strangers collaborating together in getting a personalized gift across the stage to a member of the band, all while Harry danced, jirated, and thrusted around onstage. He, of course, gave us a special shoutout and thanked us for coming right before dedicating Matilda “to anyone who sees themselves reflected in the song.” Watching as people sobbed and smiled through tears at the song, I understood why he’d been so eager for me to hear it live. But it was even more touching to see that him simple standing there, his sweaty, ring-clad hands wrapped around the microphone, his eyes closed, his feet gently tapping against the floor of the stage as he sang every note so delicately was a gesture of support to anyone who identified with or related to the song. Well, even if Harry and I never manage to repair our relationship, at least the song’s existence will have made all of it worthwhile. In that moment, I was struck with the realization that I was standing amongst the only people in the world who know the inspiration behind the song, and I felt weirdly vulnerable. Christopher must have noticed because I soon felt him wrap an arm around me and plant a sweet kiss to my cheek, whispering in my ear, “So glad you’re here.”

Backstage after the show, Harry graciously accepted our congratulations and our glowing reviews of his performance before excusing himself to go shower and recover. We all decided to go out together and catch up, but despite our fervent urging, Harry apologized for not being able to tag along. He had a very strict schedule to keep on top of when he was performing. And he had two more shows to put on at the Forum before the gap in his schedule would be taken up with movie press. By the time that Harry’s driver dropped me off at his place late at night, Harry had already gone to bed. He was also gone early in the morning before I even woke up the next day. This meant that I didn’t get a chance to see or speak to him for a couple of days, despite me staying at his home.

***

The morning of the first round of press appearances, while Harry had a final meeting with his management to finalize some details for upcoming shows, Sienna and Christopher, both of whom were longtime LA residents, swung by to pick me up for breakfast and show me around town before we were due at the hotel for interviews. Both of my tour guides being veteran actors, I asked for as many details about film press tours as I could possibly get out of them, both to understand what I’d signed up for, and to quiet my anxiety about this completely new, and, in my opinion, slightly bizarre, experience. I quickly learned that we were going to spend all day, and all night in that hotel. First, in a hotel suite where journalists and TV interviewers would be walking in and out to ask us questions, then for a special, advance screening of the film specifically for critics and media outlets to review the film, finally ending the night with a party to celebrate the film release. There are, it turns out, many such parties, red carpet appearances, and afterparties in our future.

The entire enterprise felt forgein and unfathomable to me. My first instinct was to wonder if I could skip all that anxiety-inducing stuff, and just provide a written statement on behalf of the university, thanking the production and film team for choosing us as their set, and quickly hop on a plane back home to my quiet library job where my most studded event would be to put on a powerpoint presentation for a class of Academic Writing students who needed an intro to library resources. But, I was getting paid to do this, a rare opportunity for someone in my position. Besides, all the attention is likely to be focused on the actors who are actually in the film, maybe the director. Nobody is going to care about me. Which means I get to enjoy the event without the pressure of countless magazines, tv stations, and media outlets breathing down my neck, and, most importantly, Harry. I needed more time with him. I needed to pick up that conversation we still haven’t had a chance to finish. So, I was going to have to find a way to get through this whole press thing.

***

The living room of the hotel suite, which was transformed into a makeshift studio, complete with microphones, cameras, and lighting equipment was the first place I saw Harry since the night of his Forum show. We were all dressed up, in full makeup, sweating under the giant professional lights, ready for the camera people to attach microphones onto our expensive gowns and begin the first interview, so, there was hardly any room for personal conversations. All he did was wave at me awkwardly, a tight smile on his lips, and quickly asked me if I was finding everything alright at his home.

The first round of interviews went alright. Admittedly, I got the difficult questions –when I got them at all– while the cast gpt to play “never have I ever” or “how well do you know your co-star,” type of games. For the first three interviews, I stumbled through my answers about “the dark academia aesthetic of the college serving as the ideal backdrop of this film about poetry and intellectualism.” But, by midday I’d perfected the best sound bite friendly answer that I could just give the interviewer to make things easier on both of us. For the most part, though, journalists wanted to ignore my presence and pose “twitter questions from the fans” to one or two of the actors at a time. A deal I was not at all unhappy with.

The first window of opportunity for a conversation with Harry came when we broke for lunch. As soon as the professionals were out of the room, Christopher tapped me and whispered in my ear “go, that’s your chance. Talk to him!”

“And what exactly am I supposed to say to him? 'Hey, Harry, before you go back in there to tell journalists about the power of poetry in our society, I just wanna let you know real quick that I’m head over heels in love with you’?”

Christopher rolled his eyes. “Don’t overthink it. There isn’t really a right or wrong way to do this. The important thing is not to wait too long. I don’t need to tell you what happens when you wait too long. Tell him while you still can.”

Christopher was right. We were only in this mess because we’d failed to communicate the first time around. And I’m only here today because I miraculously got a second chance to make it right. I can’t let this pass me by without at least trying. Yet every time I thought about our relationship, and how much he’d done for me, how inconsiderate I’ve been, it all felt so fragile. I wanted the right words, and to say them in the right way. I was afraid that one misstep would cost us our friendship. And wouldn't it be better to remain friends than to risk it all?

Christopher noticed that Harry was finally alone, standing at the coffee machine with a half-eaten sandwich in his hand, refilling his coffee mug, and shoved me forward in Harry’s direction.

“Oh, hey, Matilda!” Harry’s eyebrows raised as he noticed me stumbled forth.”You want some?” He gestured to the coffee machine.

“S-sure. Why not…”

“The usual?”

I smiled at the knowledge that he still remembered how I like my coffee. “Yup.” I watched him fiddle with the coffee machine settings and start brewing. This is my chance. “Umm..listen, I know this isn’t the ideal place to talk about this, but, I’ve been trying to get a moment with you since I got to LA, and that hasn’t really been an option, so…”

“What’s the matter? He abandoned the coffee making and shifted his entire attention to me. “Is everything alright at the house? I know I’ve been gone a while, tour is just busy, but if you’re not happy staying at my place, or if you’re scared staying there alone I can-”

“N-no, no. Nothing like that. Are you kidding? With the security cameras and everything? Your home is probably the safest place I’ve ever been.” I gave him my best reassuring smile. His features relaxed and he went back to fixing my coffee immediately.

“Oh, well, good. I’m glad. What is it then?” He continued glancing back and forth between me and the coffee mug.

“So, I’ve been thinking about it, and-” just as I was about to utter the words, an overzealous young man interrupted us by tapping Harry on the shoulder. “Harry, I’m such a fan, I just wanted to say congrats on the movie!” Apparently, he’s someone’s assistant, working with us all day, and he’d been working up the courage to come talk to Harry all morning. While I was flustered and irritated by the interruption, I have to say that I sympathized with his nerves.

The rest of the afternoon ended up taking a similar shape. In the small moments of privacy between interviews, I was constantly either interrupted or distracted any time that I tried to talk to Harry. Even with Christopher attempting to run interference and keep an eye out, it was impossible to be completely secluded without someone always needing to touch up our makeup, or revise a quote with Harry before a journalist wrote it down to send off to their editor, or an informal colleague who’d interviewed Harry back in the day wanted to say a quick hello and film a quick video for their kid who’s a fan, or any number of other reasons for our conversation to be disrupted.

As I stood in the women’s restroom of the hotel lobby taking one last look at my appearance in the mirror, I was filled with a sense of defeat and hopelessness. If this isn’t a sign that Harry and I aren’t meant to be together, that his world is bigger than mine, that he belongs to so many people who require his time and attention, then I don’t know what is. This is what an average day at work is like for him. Even if we were to get into a relationship, could our relationship survive all this?

I walked down the hallway, my footsteps trembling as they echoed through the lobby. I was dreading the cameras and crowds waiting outside. Granted, they weren’t waiting for me, and I could probably survive the walk into the venue, but the sheer noise and size of the crowd made me uneasy. As I headed to the glass doors, doing my best to take deep breaths and control my nerves, I spotted Harry at the other end of the hallway, fixing his collar in the mirror. I turned around and noticed me, immediately rushing my way.

“Oh, wow.” He exhaled, his face instantly lighting up like a kid on Christmas day. “You- wow. I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but you looked absolutely beautiful. Movie premier life suits you.”

“You don’t look so bad yourself, Styles.”

This is it. This is my last chance. I scanned my surroundings quickly out of the corners of my eyes. Aside from a woman strutting down the hallways, and the hotel concierge, there was no one in sight that could potentially cause any interruptions. I could either speak now, or let this go.

“Harry, look, I know I’ve been trying to talk all day…”

I could already tell that I didn’t have his full attention. He was much too distracted by the photographers outside flashing their cameras through the transparent glass doors, attempting to capture him as he stood there. The flashing lights of their cameras seemed to irritate him as he blinked rapidly and frowned in their direction.

I was already losing him again.

“Harry, listen to me! I’m trying to tell you that I’m in love with you and I want us to be together!”

Harry’s eyes went wide and completely still, even as the flashing camera lights blared. I watched his eyebrows unknot and fly to the top of his face, his face and neck turning red instantly. For some reason, I always find it flattering whenever I manage to catch him off-guard. The fact that he can be so oblivious sometimes was weirdly charming.

He took a moment to swallow and remembered to stop holding his breath. He looked like he was getting ready to respond, but the only thing I saw next was a woman wrapping her arms around his shoulder and neck and leaning in to press her lips passionately to his.

By the time that her lips broke away from Harry’s, he was positively breathless. Her hand traveled down the side of his body to intertwine her fingers with his.

“There you are! I went up to your hotel room to look for you.” She spoke, caressing a strand of his hair that she’d disturbed when kissing him. I quickly realized that this was the same woman I’d noticed walking down the hall moments ago.

“Hi, I’m Emma.” She stuck her hand out to me with a warm smile. “Harry’s date.”

I could hardly see either of their faces as the camera flashes intensified behind us.

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cryunderthewillowtree · 1 year

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Coral Streaks – Chapter 3

Synopsis – In which she loves him, but he's utterly, painfully clueless. Awra always believed love should be easy – a beautiful gift from Eywa herself. But when she falls for the oldest Sully, it's a love filled with trial. A tale of coming apart and finding your way back.

Related Warnings: Eventual Smut (Aged Up Characters), Language, Descriptions of assault, Harassment

Characters – Neteyam x Fem Metkayina!reader

Related Tags: Major Angst, Slow-Burn, Friends-To-Lovers, Heartache, Tension, Hurt/Comfort

Notes: Posting this from my Ao3 account, please feel free to head over there to read this story as well! I realised only after being 14 chapters in that I spelt Omatikaya wrong this entire time – my apologies in advance. But please enjoy this story nonetheless!

[Do not interact with this story if you are underage.]

“He’s been moping, just so you know.” Kiri says nonchalantly. “All sad and quiet.”

Awra rolls her eyes, picking through a bush for medicinal ferns. She had decided to head down to the sea pools to forage for herbs at dawn, and Kiri had asked to tag along. She’d been hesitant to agree at first, because she’d been dying for some time alone. But the Ometicayan girl was persistent, and simply picked up her basket and followed Awra away from the village.

“He says he’s fine, but it’s so obvious he isn’t.” Kiri repeats following a beat of silence. “You should really go talk to him.”

“Kiri please. There’s nothing to talk about.” Awra finally relents, placing a bundle of herbs into her basket. Kiri snorts at that, shooting Awra a wry smile as she stuffs a handful of herbs into a pouch secured to her loincloth.

“Sure. And him moping around after talking to you on the beach yesterday has nothing to do with you.” Awra frowns at her, but the Ometicayan girl simply shrugs sarcastically.

“Pick your herbs.” Awra retorts, and Kiri stifles a cheeky laugh. “And how do you know about that?”

Kiri just sticks her tongue out with a playful scowl. “Real mature Kiri.” Awra scoffs, as she flicks her tail at the Ometicayan girl. Kiri snickers at Awra’s irritation, swatting her tail back at the Metkayina playfully.

“It doesn’t matter how I know. All that matters is that my brother is a moping mess, and it’s getting on everyone’s nerves. And seeing as it’s your doing, you should go talk to him.” Kiri explains.

“He’s your brother”, Awra mumbles, “why can’t you talk to him.” Kiri just sighs dramatically.

“I have to look after Tuk, and keep Lo’ak out of trouble.” Kiri answers smoothly, reaching over and plucking a handful of greens out of the bush. “Besides, like I said, it’s kinda your fault he’s moping.”

“My fault?” You shriek indignantly. “I only told him to leave me be. I didn’t do anything wrong.” You sulk, sitting back on your haunches as you glare at the Ometicayan girl.

Kiri giggles at that, still foraging through a bush for leaves. “C’mon Awra, you can’t seriously be that dense.”

Your scowl deepens at her words. “Dense?” Kiri nods, wiping off her hands as she turns to face Awra.

“Dense.”

“How am I dense?” You argue, pushing back the frustration already bubbling in your gut. “I really don’t see how this is related, or how any of this is even my concern to begin with!” You pinch your nosebridge in exasperation and Kiri giggles again. She scooches over to you, placing a hand on your forearm and dragging it away from your face.

“My brother may be a mighty warrior,” she starts gently, “but he is afterall still a man. He likes you, Awra, and I’m surprised you don’t see it.” Kiri taps Awra’s nose before saying: “See? Dense.”

Awra scrunches her nose in annoyance, but silently glad that she’s away from the village and her’s mother’s prying ears for once. “Neteyam only sees me as a sister. Nothing more.” Kiri opens her mouth to say something, but Awra cuts her off hastily. “Anyway, my mother has forbidden this. I’m not to spend extra time around him outside of teaching or healing, it’s not allowed.”

Kiri’s smile drops. “Besides, I have duties to fulfill. I shouldn’t be wasting my time chasing romance when I have better things to do.” The last part comes out more like a hushed whisper, and Awra remembers her mother’s words from their conversation in your marui. I know you will do the right thing, my beloved.

“Like weaving baskets?” Comes Kiri’s reply, tinged with sarcasm. Awra snorts at that, smacking her arm lighty as she laughs.

“Yes, and I’ll have you know I love weaving baskets. It’s what I do.” Awra giggles at that, and Kiri sends a playful shove her way before getting up.

“Whatever you say, future Tsahik.” Kiri retorts, satire dripping off her tone. Awra rolls your eyes again, grabbing her basket and getting on her feet. “Just, please talk to Neteyam. For me. He’s so upset, nothing I say gets through to him. But I know he’ll listen to you, sisterly feelings or not.”

Awra groans, already getting ready to protest. Kiri senses her reluctance, and grabs Awra’s hands with a pleading look. “Please Awra? Just once is all I ask. Just let him know you’re not upset with him, and then he’ll stop being such a crybaby.”

Awra sighs agai, but softens at the thought of Neteyam all curled up and miserable in the Sully’s marui. Mighty Ometicayan hunter and future Olo’ eyktan, heaped in a miserable pile in his family’s marui pod. It’s adorable, and Awra finds herself smiling at the thought. “Fine, I will.” Kiri’s eyes light up at that. “But just one conversation. And I’ll still tell him to leave me alone.”

She nods eagerly, and Awra can’t help but chuckle at her excitement. “I’m so tired of watching him mope at home, you have no idea.” Kiri jokes, dragging the Metkayina girl towards the village. Awra stifles a cackle at that, grabbing her full basket and following the Ometicayan out of the sea pools.

“Oh yeah? Maybe you should tell him that then.” Awra says, walking elbow-to-elbow with the Ometicayan girl. It’s a warm day today, and Awra can see the village buzzing with activity from the distance. Hunters are getting ready to leave for a day of fishing, towing bows and spears behind them as they leap onto their ilu. Her mother was probably preparing salves or potions in your marui, and her father was likely busying himself with the other Ometicayans.

“I did, believe me I did. But his ears don’t seem to be working, unless you’re the one talking. It’s the worst thing about him really.” She says with no real scorn. “Sometimes I forget he’s just…him. With all that golden child stuff that he parades around with, I really thought he’d be less socially awkward sometimes.”

Awra chuckles. “Golden child huh. Must be nice to be so adored by everyone.”

Kiri shrugs at that. “I don’t know about adored. He’s always been likeable, sure, but sometimes I catch him mumbling to himself and he says…” She trails off, glancing down at the sand they’re walking on.

“Says?” Awra asks.

“Sometimes I hear him talk about himself in a really unkind way. And it confuses me.” Kiri admits, looking at you. You raise a questioning eyebrow at that.

“What does he say?”

“I couldn’t really hear most of it, but I know he hates the fact that he always has to be the responsible one out of all of us. Like taking the heat for Lo’ak or getting Tuk out of trouble. I think he wishes he could have enjoyed his childhood more like a child.” Kiri’s words sink deeper than expected, and reminds Awra of all the times she’d stayed up late wishing the same thing.

Kiri just sighs, squeezing Awra’s elbow tighter. “Yeah, but don’t tell him I told you any of this! He’d kill me.”

Awra just nods quietly, mind thrumming with Kiri’s words. I didn’t know Neteyam felt that way. It makes you feel worse about ignoring him that day on the beach. It probably fuelled the other unkind things he says about himself.

“I’m gonna go Awra, I’ve gotta go get Tuk home lunch before my mom gets upset! Don’t tell Neteyam what I said when you go see him later!” With that, Kiri bids farewell, jogging off towards where the hunting party is to find her ilu. Awra barely has time to wave goodbye before the Ometicayan is darting off.

As Awra starts the slow walk back to her own marui, still carrying her basket full of herbs, Kiri’s words echo in her mind. Her heart twists uncomfortably, and all she can think about is how guilty she feels for brushing the Ometicayan boy off on the beach yesterday. It isn’t my fault. How should I have known he felt that way about himself, she reasoned. If I’d known, I would have asked him to leave me be in a better way. But what’s a better way? Mother would be furious if she caught me being nice to him. God, this is so difficult.

She arrives at her family’s marui pod, climbing up and setting her basket down beside the central fireplace. Her family won’t be home until eclipse, making it the perfect time to sit around and ruminate over Kiri’s words.

I promised Kiri I’d speak to him…maybe I’ll tell him what happened yesterday was just a misunderstanding? But then I gave mother my word to stay away from him. She collapses back against a pile of bedding with a bregrudging sigh. Rationalising her feelings away obviously wasn’t going to work this time, and the only way to make herself feel better was to go over to the Sully marui and clear up this misunderstanding with the Ometicayan boy. If mother finds out, she’ll literally flay the skin off my bones, she reminds herself. Caution was going to be absolutely crucial, and she figures that it’ll be another night of trying (and hopefully not failing) to sneak out to talk to Neteyam at eclipse.

Outside her pod, she could hear the comforting sound of village life. I wonder what he’s doing now. Surely he wouldn’t be spending a perfect day moping inside his marui pod. But then again, after talking to Kiri, she wasn’t so sure she really knew Neteyam at all. That thought made her heart sink. I never really knew him. I liked him, or I said I liked him, but did I really? Or did I just like the idea of him? Frustrated, she rubs a hand over her eyes. Awra couldn’t help but wonder how much more exactly of Neteyam she still had no idea about. All the more reason to talk to him I guess. So much for staying away, Awra. You really outdid yourself this time.

Awra sighed from where she lay on the ground, limbs spread out. She glanced over at the entrance of the marui, and began devising an escape plan for later tonight. Eywa, let this work.

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WILDEST FANTASIES (part 15)

⚫️A/N: i have decided to soon wrap this story up, so that means we have 2 more chapters left! i don't want to drag it too long for your and my sake as well, it was never gonna be a 50 parts fic so im pleased with 17, the upcoming parts will be longer than the usual 5k words so get ready! and now... part 15 is finally here!!

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“Harry? What are you doing here?”

Right in that moment Harry realizes that it wasn’t you who sent him your book, or maybe you’ve become a great actress in the time he hasn’t seen you. But you seem truly shocked to face him and now he regrets coming here, feeling like he is messing up a big moment for you.

“I, uhh… I just…” Harry stutters before he grabs the book from his bag and hands it over to you. You give him a wide-eyed look before staring down at the copy in her hands.

“Look, I can explain,” you start, because you’re convinced he came here because you totally just published a book about him without ever letting him know. But Harry shakes his head and reaching out he takes the book, opens it on the blank page and hands it back to you so you can read the handwriting. “Where did you get this?”

“I thought… I thought you sent it, but I guess you didn’t,” he chuckles awkwardly.

“I didn’t,” you confirm, rereading the message a few times, trying to figure out if the handwriting is familiar, but it’s not, so you have no clue who sent the copy to Harry.

“It would also be nice to have a chat about how you published a book about me. About us,” Harry then adds and suddenly, you feel like in that exact moment when he confronted you years ago for turning in your dirty writing as your assignment. Embarrassment and anxiety and you feel the urge to start apologizing but you bite it back.

“Y/N! Why are you… Oh shit!” Ramona and Dean walk up to you and you feel like a teenager that was caught doing something troublesome. Ramona’s eyes widen seeing Harry stand next to you and though Dean has never met him, he can tell the situation is serious.

“I’ll be right inside, okay? Derek is in there with Astrid,” you tell them nodding towards the shop.

“Alright, but—“

“It’s fine, I’ll be there in a sec,” you tell her, urging her to give you some time to solve the situation on hand. They walk in and you turn back to face Harry.

“Derek and Astrid?” he questions and you notice how tense he is. Could it be that… is he jealous? Your heart skips a beat at the thought of Harry possibly still having feelings for you, but then you remind yourself that you’re supposed to hate his guts.

“Yeah,” you nod shortly, biting the inside of your cheeks.

“Is she… is she your…?” It takes you a couple of seconds to realize what he is asking and your eyes widen when the picture becomes clear.

“Astrid is Ramona’s daughter,” you tell him and you see the relief washing over his features.

“Oh, that’s great! I mean, congrats to them, she is… she is cute,” he clears his throat, but you don’t give him much time to breathe.

“But Derek is my boyfriend,” you add and he freezes, his jaw clenching at the news before he washes any and all emotions off of his face nodding.

“That’s great too,” he says, but there’s no sincerity in his voice and that gives you a sense of victory, even though he has no idea what you’ve been going through with Derek lately and all because of him. No, you’ll not give him the satisfaction of knowing he completely ruined you.

“Look, I’m sorry about the book. I mean, that I didn’t ask you about it, but…”

“But you didn’t want to talk to me, I get it. A warning would have been nice though.”

“I genuinely never thought you’d ever come across it,” you admit.

“Well, someone wanted me to,” he chuckles, referring to the message in the book.

“Do you have any idea who sent it to you?” you ask as you hand him back the book.

“No,” he shakes his head, sliding it back into his bag. “But… I’m glad they did.”

“Why?”

“Because I got to see you again finally.”

The way he looks at you reminds you of the love you shared before everything went downhill and he completely broke you. It’s filled with admiration and warmth and only now you’re realizing how much you missed it, but you refuse to accept that he still has that effect on you.

“Well, I hope you had fun. I have to go now,” you say sucking it up, but before you could flee, he gently grabs your hand to keep you there and the moment his skin comes in contact with yours, you feel sparkles all over your body, a shiver running down your spine and you can’t help but gasp.

“Wait, don’t go just yet!” he pleads.

“I have to, the signing starts soon,” you say, though it’s the last thing on your mind now. You just know you need to get away from him before you could fall and hurt yourself.

“I want to talk. Is there any chance we can meet maybe?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” you answer folding your arms on your chest.

“I know that this is very sudden and weird, but I was hoping that we could… Y/N, I want to tell some things I couldn’t before. And you have the right not to want to hear it, but I can’t leave now without doing everything I can to tell you the truth. The whole truth.”

“Don’t you think it’s a little late for that? It’s been years, I moved on,” you say and almost cringe at how big of a lie that is. You’re so far away from moving on, poisoning your own relationship because of the bottled up feelings you still have about the whole Harry situation, but you’re stubborn to keep up the perfect picture so he doesn’t know how much he broke you.

“I-I know, but I owe you this. And I owe myself too. I’m not asking for your forgiveness, because I know how badly I messed up, I just want to tell you the truth because you deserve to know. And if you choose to never see me ever again, I’ll accept it without putting up a fight. I’m not trying to hurt you, Y/N, it was never my intention, but I believe that this is a sign.”

“A sign?” you huff. “Well, I think you’re just trying to ease the guilt, Harry, but that’s none of my business anymore.”

It feels wrong to be so spiteful, but you also believe that you’re definitely not overreacting. He made his choices and he has to live with them, no matter how wrong they turned out to be. He chose to leave you without telling you the truth and though you always knew there was more to the story, you will not do the favor for him and let him load it all out just to make him feel better. An evil part of you wants him to suffer for what he did to you even though your anger has definitely faded through the years, leaving you with just the sad emptiness you’re still fighting so hard to lose.

Harry clenches his jaw trying to keep himself under control as best as possible not wanting to say or do something he might regret. He is done acting

“I do feel guilty, but it’s not why I want to talk. Please, just give me this one last chance and I promise you’ll never see me again!” Harry begs, desperate to use this chance to do the right thing finally.

You stare back at him for the longest moment and your silence is paining his chest, he is just about to fall to his knees to beg you, but then you finally speak up.

“I don’t need your promises. I don’t need anything from you.”

And with that, you turn around and walk into the bookshop with shaking hands and teary eyes Harry misses because he can only see your back as you walk away. Just like he did three years ago.

“You did what?” Niall coughs, almost choking on his beer as he stares back at his best friend.

“I went to her signing and asked her, no, begged her to hear me out,” Harry repeats as he joins Niall at the kitchen island with a beer as well. They were just casually discussing how their day went when Harry simply whipped it out on Niall who is now shocked his best friend didn’t tell him about what he was planning.

“And… did she hear you out?”

“Not really,” Harry growls, taking a swig from his beer. She is still mad. But not in the way she was before.”

“What do you mean?”

“She was… mature about it but also very spiteful. It didn’t feel like she was about to punch me in the face, which I would have totally deserved, she was just shutting me out knowing that would hurt me the most.”

“Or she was just protecting herself. I don’t blame her for not wanting to have a chit-chat with you when you show up out of the blue after three years of absolutely no communication,” Niall shrugs.

“I think she would have really punched me in the face if I tried to talk to her after the breakup,” Harry mumbles under his breath, thinking back at all the times he was so close to giving up and running back to you to beg for forgiveness and tell you the truth.

But he knew he made a choice and had to live with it and in a way, once he realized how badly he fucked it up he kept himself away from you as a punishment. Because he did think about a version where he told you everything and sought a solution together with you, there was a time when he realized he should have been honest with you instead of making decisions without you, but by the time that happened, it was late. Your words rang in his head every time he thought about making it right.

“Just… leave. And never come back. You’re dead to me.”

He deserved to suffer, he deserved every bad thing in life that happened to him after what he did to you and nothing and no one could change his mind about that for a long time.

“So what happens now?” Niall asks.

“She made it clear she doesn’t want to see me, so I won’t bother her. She seems to be doing good, she has a boyfriend even,” he sighs, the thought of you being with another man is like a million tiny spikes underneath his skin, but there’s nothing he can do.

“A boyfriend?”

“Yeah, he was there too and there was this little girl, I completely thought she was Y/N’s, but she’s her friend’s daughter.”

“Man, I’m sorry. It must have been tough.”

“At least I tried,” he shrugs and tries to bury his disappointment deep inside him.

Later the next week he shares the news with his therapist as well. He talks his feelings and thoughts out with Dr. Jackson and though he feels slightly better, learning how not to bottle his problems up, he still can’t help but think about you every day. Meeting you again was like a train hit him, especially seeing you with another man, but it still brought him a sense of joy, just knowing that you’re doing well, living your life even if it’s without Harry.

An entire week passes by and Harry manages to fall back into his usual every days. Your book is now sitting on his bookshelf in his bedroom, his eyes scanning over the spine several times a day, but he would never hide it. Not yet. He likes the reminder that you still have a piece of him in your life.

He’s planning to spend the weekend with apartment hunting, he wouldn’t want to grow on Niall too much and though living together has been nice and fun, he knows he can’t stay there forever.

By the time Friday rolls around again, Harry feels like an entire year has passed since last week. Sitting in his office he is finishing up his last emails of the week while Denise is stacking the manuscripts he will have to check out next week.

“Any plans for the weekend?” Harry asks her, cracking his neck as he finally hits send on the last email.

“Gia’s parents are in the city, so we’re playing tourists,” Denise chuckles.

“Oh, they are from Nashville, right?”

“Yeah, you remembered!” she smirks as she finishes up with the paper mountains. “Do you want me to take over some of these?” she offers.

“Yeah, we can go over them on Monday and you can take whichever you’d like,” Harry nods.

“Alright, great. I’ll update the schedule tomorrow before leaving. Do you need help with anything else?” she asks, walking towards the door.

“No, I’ll just finish up in here. Thank you,” he nods with a small smile before Denise disappears as well to her desk.

Harry takes a few moments, staring out his window as he goes through everything he wants to get done this weekend. Niall has been trying to drag him to his party he was invited to, but he is not sure it’s gonna be his crowd, so he needs to make up an excuse to save himself. Rubbing his face he turns back to his desk to save everything on his computer before heading out, closing every tab and document, one after the other until Denise appears at his door again.

“Hey, someone is here to see you?!”

“Who? Did I forget about a meeting or something?” he sits up straight.

“No. She said she’s an old friend. Y/N? Y/N Y/LN? Does that ring a bell?”

Harry’s face falls, a shockwave washing over his body as he rises to his feet in an instant. Denise is taken aback by his reaction, completely sure it’s a serial killer that came to see him judging from the look on his face.

“S-She’s here?”

“Yeah, just outside. Do you… want me to send her away?”

“No!” he answers louder than he intended. “No, I’ll go see her.”

Harry quickly runs a hand through his hair and tries to fix his wrinkly shirt, though it definitely needs an ironing to look just as crispy as it did in the morning. Denise watches him frantically acting up as if the queen of England is waiting for him outside.

“Harry, everything alright?”

“Yes, everything is perfect. How do I look?” he asks, standing straight in front of his assistant.

“Like every day? I don’t know what’s going on,” she admits with a confused chuckle.

“But do I look bad?”

“No, you look fine. Who is the woman outside?”

“My ex who I’m still in love with,” he simply answers and with that, he rushes past her, heading out to the waiting area at the elevators where you must be.

He basically bursts through the door, whipping his head around before he finds you sitting on the bright yellow couch, your legs crossed as you’re curiously eyeing the various art pieces and framed articles about the publisher from different magazines and newspapers. Then you see him walk out and you stand up, looking a bit lost and out of place, but Harry’s heart skips a beat as he sees you again, especially because he was convinced he would never get another moment with you in this life.

“Hey,” you breathe out, pulling your bag’s strap higher on your shoulder as you both step closer to each other.

“Hi!” he greets you with a bright smile and you ignore the way it turns your insides as if you were some kind of nervous teenager.

“I’m sorry I came here unannounced.”

“No worries, but how did you know I work here?” he asks, hiding his hands in his pockets but only because he is afraid you might notice his nervous fumbling.

“You work at a publisher and I’m a published author. I have connections. Not many, but it was enough to find you,” you chuckle and it’s the most brilliant melody to him. He missed hearing it.

“Right. I’m still not used to that,” he admits with a smile. “So, what brought you here? You made it very clear you don’t want to see me again,” he says, reminding you of the conversation in front of the bookshop almost exactly a week ago.

“I’ve had some time to think about everything and I said those things in the heat of the moment. You were right, we do need to have a conversation, but strictly for closure. I also owe you an explanation for the book. After all, I put our whole relationship out there without your consent, so if nothing else, I definitely owe you an apology.”

“Alright, do you… I don’t know, would you maybe want to grab a drink or something?” he offers, desperate to hold onto this second chance to have with you and finally get everything off his chest.

“Yeah, that would be great,” you nod with a nervous smile.

You wait for him at the elevators as he runs back to grab his stuff, Denise watching her frantic boss with confusion but she doesn’t question him more so in just a few seconds Harry and you are heading down and out of the building.

There’s definitely some tension, awkwardness, but not too suffocating, it’s just that neither of you really know how to act around each other after all this time and with your past. You only keep up the silence until you get to the nearest bar at the next corner and settle at a secluded table so you can talk in peace. Needing some liquid courage to go through this conversation, you order a margarita while Harry chooses to have a beer. The waitress is quick to bring out your drinks and then you’re forced to face each other.

“How… How do you want to do this? Do you want to talk first or should I start?” Harry asks, nervously picking on the coaster underneath his beer and you push down the urge to reach out and cover his hands with yours just to get him to stop.

“Um, I’ll start,” you clear your throat and reaching into your bag you grab an envelope handing it to him. You speak up as he starts to open it. “It’s five percent of what I made on the book so far. I owe you this especially since I didn’t ask you for permission to publish the story.”

“What? No, I can’t take this,” Harry shakes his head seeing the check in the envelope and he slides it back to you right away.

“It’s not just to make up, I offered the same thing for Ramona and Kostas as well since they are in it too.”

“Did they take it?” Harry asks out of curiosity.

“Kostas only took one percentage. Ramona didn’t take it but I used most of it on stuff I bought for Astrid.”

“That’s very nice of you,” Harry hums with a familiar warmth in his chest.

“It’s the right thing. And I owe this to you as well, so please, take it. And my apology as well for not asking you.”

“I’ll take the apology, but not the money,” Harry insists and sighing you take the envelope back, stuffing it into your bag, already thinking of a way how to pay him the money in some kind of way. Your consciousness will not let you rest if you don’t try to give him his rightful part from the book. “How did you… How did the idea even come to publish the story?”

“Um… I finished writing it sometime around graduation. I honestly didn’t plan to ever use it, but Ramona and Kostas kept bugging me to just send it to a few publishers and see my options. They loved the manuscript and I guess next thing I knew was that I signed a deal,” you chuckle thinking back at how randomly it all happened. “It was great cash, needed the boost when I moved here, but it has definitely outdone my expectations.”

“I read a few articles, people seem to love it and I think it’s great too,” Harry smiles at you proudly and it’s the best validation you’ve ever gotten, it has the butterflies in your stomach completely go wild.

“Thank you. I guess I wrote it just to cope…” you add and Harry takes a deep breath, knowing this is his queue to come clean.

“Y/N, I’m sorry for how it all happened. You didn’t deserve any of it, but I want to tell you why I did it and maybe you’ll have a better understanding. I’m not saying I didn’t mess up, because I know I did, I’m not trying to find excuses, I just want you to know the whole truth.”

“Okay,” you nod, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip. “I’m listening.”

Harry tries to tell the story as coherently as possible, keeping his thoughts focused as he takes a trip down memory lane and relives the worst time of his life. He tells you about Nina, the way she threatened him, the photos she managed to get of the two of you and what was at risk if you decided to stay together. He tells you how he didn’t want you to make sacrifices, graduate later or move across the country just to finish your degree. He tells you how miserable he was and that he regretted his decision not to tell you almost instantly, but he didn’t think you’d even give him the chance to tell you what really happened.

When he is finished, you’re sitting in silence, your heart beating wildly, your head jammed with thoughts and emotions and you’re truly not sure how to react. You always suspected something else stood behind his decision to leave you, but you couldn’t know for sure so you were left with whatever you knew. Now, three years later your suspicion has been proven and you can’t tell if it’s a relief or just makes you even more miserable, knowing why everything happened.

“Niall was right. You should have told me, Harry,” you breathe out, your voice shaking a bit as you’re still trying to find emotional stability.

“I know. But what would have you done?”

“I don’t know, definitely would have tried to seek a solution.”

“Yes, but that meant we would have at least moved across the country. The semester already started, you couldn’t have transferred to another school that easily so you would have had to postpone your graduation as well. I couldn’t let you do that.”

“But it wasn’t just your choice to make! It was about my life so I should have had the chance to at least think about it!”

“I didn’t want you to give up everything you had. You barely had any stability without any family members close, at least you had your friends there with you, a life you were happy with. If you dropped all of that just to be with me…” Harry sighs leaning back in his chair. “I never thought I deserved that. I still don’t.”

“Deserve what?” you ask in confusion.

“You! All of you. You were… always too good to be true. I guess that’s why I subconsciously messed it up even if we had a chance to stay together.”

“So you decided you didn’t deserve me and hurt me to prove it to yourself? That’s… probably the stupidest thing you could do.”

“I know. I should have started therapy way earlier,” he chuckles bitterly and your eyebrows rise at his comment.

“You’re going to therapy?”

“Yeah, coping wasn’t easy to me either, Niall suggested a therapist to me, though I just started recently.”

“That’s… great. I’m glad you’re working on yourself,” you smile at him softly and you truly mean it.

As you look at him sitting across you, realization hits you how much you truly missed him. Not just as a lover, losing him that way was definitely the hardest, but he was your friend as well. You told him your deepest, darkest secrets and fears and you felt safe with him. You felt at home. And all of that was taken away from you so abruptly when he walked out of your life.

But now as he is right here with you, it brings back a fracture of the happiness you felt when you had him three years ago and it’s already growing onto you more than you probably allow it to.

“Look, I’m sorry for everything. For the hurt I caused you, it was the biggest mistake I’ve ever done and I understand if you can’t forgive me, but knowing that I’ve told you the truth will help me move on and I hope it will help you too,” Harry says and you can tell he genuinely means every word.

“I forgive you, but… I will never stop giving you shit for it,” you add chuckling just to lighten the mood and he cracks a smile too that makes your heart skip a beat.

Harry is the happiest he has been in years, hearing you say you forgive him, even though he knows that doesn’t mean things would go back to how they were. Three years have passed by and you have a whole new life, with a boyfriend too. He is just happy knowing you don’t hate him.

“That’s a fair deal,” Harry smiles and your eyes stay on each other just a moment longer than you intended, your chest tightening as you take in the man you loved the most right in front of you.

“Also, I fucking knew Professor Alvarez was after my man!” she growls and Harry gives you a stunned look, ignoring how his heart flutters upon hearing you call him your man. “What?” you huff. “I thought you read the book. There’s a reason I made her to be the bad guy and apparently, I was absolutely right about that,” you shrug, proud of yourself to see through the act she put up.

“I didn’t… I didn’t even realize that you wrote what actually happened,” Harry chuckles.

“I had a crippling feeling she had something to do with what happened, I couldn’t know for sure, but I had to find someone to blame, you know, besides you,” you chuckle. Actually, even when you hated Harry the most, there was a tiny part of you that didn’t believe he did it to you without an actual reason outside of that speech he gave you. This part refused to accept the man you loved didn’t love you back the way you thought and when you were lying in bed sleepless in the weeks after the breakup every night, you found yourself coming up with a version you could somehow live with. With the jealousy you always felt about Professor Alvarez, you had this idea that it had something to do with her. That she snooped way too much around Harry and found out about the two of you and got him to leave you. Thinking back at it now, you can’t believe you actually knew the truth in a weird, twisted way.

“It was a sixth sense,” you smile bitterly. “And you were always so eager to tell me she was just a friend!”

“Because that’s what she was to me!” he defends himself and you just shake your head laughing, since that’s all you can do at this point.

“So… what have you been up to?” you ask, hoping to divert your attention from your past feelings that are very much fighting their way back, but you’re desperate to keep the door shut.

You ease into a comfortable conversation over your drinks and when they empty out, you decide to take a walk as you catch up.

“What did actually happen with Professor Alvarez though? Are you still in touch with her?” you ask, folding your arms on your chest as you walk around the concrete jungle of the city side by side.

“That’s a funny story actually,” Harry chuckles. “When things ended between us she was convinced I would want to be with her, but I had to open her eyes that it wasn’t just the fact that I was dating you, I genuinely didn’t have a thing for her.”

“How did she take it?”

“Not too great, we had a massive fight in my office at the end of the semester, it made me realize she was really delusional. Her divorce messed her up way more than I thought. I convinced her to seek help and I guess she finally had a turning point. She apologized and we agreed to move on. It would have been all nice and dandy, but a bunch of IT students broke into the school’s servers that summer. It was meant to be just a prank, but they got their hands on the pictures Nina had of us.”

“Wait, what?” you ask in shock.

“She had copies on her work computer in a private folder on the server, so no one should have seen them originally, but these two guys somehow got access to those folders as well. When they were caught, the dean had to go over everything they saw on the server because of the police investigation and so he saw the pictures as well.”

“Holy shit, Harry!” you gasp, feeling like you’re watching some kind of movie unfold in front of your eyes.

“It was a mess,” he chuckles. “He called me in and confronted me about it.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?!”

“I wouldn’t have let you take any of the blame, Y/N,” he says, giving you a knowing look. “And I made a deal. It wouldn’t go to any of my records if I just left willingly. Of course, I accepted it and I worked at a magazine for a while as an editor, but I hated it. Luckily, I moved here soon after I met my ex, Jo. I’ve talked to Nina a few times since then, but haven’t heard of her in a while. As far as I know she left the school too, she is dating some new guy and moved to Seattle.”

“Wow, I can’t believe all of this went down and I didn’t know about it,” you huff.

“I mean, that’s exactly what I wanted,” he chuckles. “I wanted you to graduate in peace and move on with your life.”

“I guess you did some moving on yourself as well, huh? Your ex?” you ask, hoping to sound casual, but deep down you’re dying to know about the woman that came after you.

“We met at a bar, nothing crazy. She was in town for just a work project, because she lives here permanently. Since not much was keeping me there, I moved in with her here. Even proposed to her, but it didn’t work out, I already moved out,” he shrugs.

“You were engaged?!” you ask with wide eyes as Harry nods with an awkward chuckle.

“Yeah, though I definitely shouldn’t have gone that far, deep down I knew it wasn’t working out.”

“Why?” you ask curiously. Harry gives you a look and you understand him without words.

“I was… not ready for anyone else. I don’t think I still am.”

To know that he might still have feelings for you hits you hard even though part of you was hoping that would be the case. All this time, whenever you felt stupid for still thinking about him or battling your feelings for him, it turns out you weren’t the only one with this issue.

“And what about you? You’re… I mean, the guy you were at the signing?” Harry asks, ignoring the pain in his chest even just bringing it up, but he needs to know.

“Uh, yeah! His name is Derek, one of my co-workers brought us together on a blind date.”

“A blind date? I would have never thought you like those,” Harry chuckles, hiding the pain in his voice.

“I fucking hate them,” you admit laughing and Harry’s heart flutters at the sound. “I almost didn’t go, but I guess it was fine,” you add shrugging.

“And you guys are serious?”

“We live together,” you answer and hope that he won’t realize you’re trying to avoid to give him a real answer, because you’re afraid you don’t have one. The picture of the engagement ring pops up in your head and your anxiety cripples in an instant deep inside your guts.

Harry nods, chewing on your words before he looks at you.

“Are you happy?”

Sighing you try to word how you feel and give him an honest answer this time, but it’s harder than you think.

“I have good days. I love a lot of things about my life. But… I don’t think there is such a thing as being happy, in a permanent way.”

He doesn’t show it, but your answer breaks his heart. The Y/N he knew would have never said there’s no such thing as being happy. You were happy with him. Until he fucked it up and now here you are, not believing you can be happy for more than just the expand of days.

He takes your answer and boxes it up inside him, knowing well he will definitely discuss it with Dr. Jackson at his next session.

“What happened with your mother?” he asks, changing the topic. “Are you in touch with her?”

“Oh, um… I helped her out with a bit so she could move out from her ex. Then I gave her some money from the book as well and I actually made a legal agreement with her that she won’t ever contact me in return for a percentage from every edition there will be from the book. I was just… done having to face her every time she needed money, hopefully this will keep her away.”

“So you don’t want to ever make up with her?”

“She won’t just magically change, I’m not delusional. And I don’t like the way she is now, so it wouldn’t work. Maybe one day, if she finally grows up,” you chuckle shrugging your shoulders.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, it’s the best for everyone like this,” you shrug, but Harry shakes his head.

“No, not about your mom. I mean, I’m sorry about that too. But I’m sorry that I wasn’t there for you when you had to face her again. It must have been hard.”

All you can do is nod, so he knows you’ve acknowledged the apology, but it’s another thing you need time to get yourself over. That he didn’t leave you just as a lover but as a friend too and you needed him, but he wasn’t there.

You keep just walking and talking, catching up on everything you’ve missed about each other in the past years, avoiding topics that might be too painful to discuss. You both had enough of those for now. Hours fly by and you don’t even notice just when Harry suddenly comes to a stop at a building’s entrance.

“This is actually where I live now,” he chuckles nodding at the building.

“Here? How…?” you ask, trying not to be rude, but it’s hard to believe he can afford living here.

“Niall is hosting me for now. I’m hoping to find a place for myself soon.”

“Oh! Niall moved to the States? How is he doing?”

“Great! He is living his best life, honestly,” he chuckles. “He says he doesn’t mind having me live with him, but I want to get out of his space as soon as possible.”

“If you need help, Derek has a few friends in the real estate business. I’m sure he can hook you up with a few good places.”

“That would be amazing,” Harry nods and tries not to think about accepting help from the man that’s sleeping in your bed. He knows he’ll probably never be in that position ever, but having you back like this, as a friend is already so much more than what he thought he would get with you in this life. He will hold onto whatever little crumble of you he gets to have.

You give him your new number and promise to get back to him with the info on the apartments he could check out. You don’t want to part ways, it was so good to have him back for this afternoon, but you know you need to head home, back to your life.

“It was… nice seeing you, Harry,” you say and it’s the genuine truth.

“You as well. I’m glad we could talk everything out,” he chuckles shyly and you just want to hug him.

So you do that.

It takes him by surprise when you wrap your arms around his neck and he feels your body press against his, the feeling so familiar and warm, he suddenly feels like he is in his old house, holding you in his arms and you’re still his.

But you’re not. And though neither of you wants to end this moment, and Harry squeezes you tighter than ever, you have to let go of each other.

“Alright. I’ll… see you around, I guess,” you smile at him, hoping to hide the pain that’s ripping your chest open when you step away from him.

“Yeah. Take care, Y/N,” he smiles softly and you wave at him one last time before turning around and walking away. He stays in the same spot until you disappear from his view.

That night you lie in bed with Derek sleeping by your side, thinking about Harry, like you used to before you had him.

NEXT PART

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attemptinghaikyuu · 3 years

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Joking About Dating A Friend But They Take You Seriously

A/n: woohoo, we’re doing another one babbyyy! I’ll never get tired of these sorts of situations honestly <3

G/n reader

Team Captains (most of them~)

Kuroo Tetsurou

He was walking behind you, about to tap your shoulder, witty conversation starter at the tip of his tongue one he totally hadn’t prepared a day beforehand, only to be hit with you saying “Wow, look at you! A fantastic boyfriend i have indeed.”

Reals back, all thoughts flying out of his head

All internal excitement dissipates as panic and dread take its place

You had introduced Kuroo to the guy you were calling your boyfriend, saying you were only friends and yet…

How come he didn’t know? Him and you were close to each other, right? Had he been so deep into your smiles and pretty eyes that he had misread everything? Maybe he had made up the little signs that meant you felt the same

It was probably his feelings making him a lovesick fool

That thought stuck with him the most because that made him pretty delusional if he got everything this mixed up

He has so many questions rattling in his brain, pinning him down, that he doesn’t realize you’ve turned around and are staring at him

It takes your hand waving back and forth in front of him to startle him out of his trance

His panic doubles, voice strained

“Ahh, hey there kitten. What’s new?”

It’s missing his usual excitement and he sounds strangled, you notice right away that he’s also turned away from you

“Tets are you all good? Are you sick, I could get you some medicine if you aren’t feeling well?”

“What no, I’m not- you don’t have to do any of that, I’m better than I could ever be.” He chuckles and he knows he’s not being convincing in the slightest

“Huh, I’ll get the truth out of you in a sec, I’m gonna say bye to my friend and then we can go, okay?”

“Don’t you mean boyfriend.” It comes out before he can stop himself

The bitter tone is so obvious he’s tempted to bolt, maybe start over as a circus clown

He’s positive he could pull that wig off

Your voice is laced with laughter when you ask if he really does need to go see a doctor

“And what boyfriend?” You pause, smile growing. “Are you talking about yourself or what?”

Now he’s flustered and confused. It’s not like you didn’t talk like that with him but you had a boyfriend now didn’t you or was that..?

“WAIT EARLIER YOU-

He takes a deep breath, he could be wrong, he needs to stay calm

“We’re, we’re you just kidding around when you said your friend was, well ya know?”

You laugh again and explain, slightly embarrassed by the mishap, that yes you were kidding around

He feels all of his confidence come back and asks the question that leads to you two finally dating

“If that’s the case and the spot really isn’t taken, how about I become your boyfriend?”

Bokuto Koutaro

He. Is. Crushed.

Everyone around him can feel the tense atmosphere and looking at his face is like a punch to the gut with his heartbroken eyes, he’s staring at you like you’ve died instead of said you loved your girlfriend

All bokuto had wanted was to give you a quick hug before he headed off to practice

Instead he has to deal with the weight of knowing you’re with someone else, that and the realization that he needs to put away his own feelings so he doesn’t ruin your relationship with the person you love

He had known he liked you for quite awhile, it was hard figuring out a time he should confess or whether that would make you uncomfortable

He’s glad he never tried anything since it saved him from the possibility of making things hard for you, seeing as how you would’ve had to let your friend down

Bokuto looks at you closely, there’s a grin on your face as you stare at her and if you’re happy then he can live with this

That’s what he firmly thinks

And so pulling himself up with a smile, he walks over to you with a solidly convincing amount of energy

He talks excitedly and almost exactly like he would normally

What he’s saying doesn’t sit right with you though

His words are depressing and he looks like he’s forcing himself to talk like this

You stop him in the middle of a joke, that wasn’t all that funny with the sad way it was being told, and ask if he’s okay

His smile gets even bigger, and now you can see it’s clearly fake as he gives you some excuse about training being harder on him lately

You decide to wait and give him a little space, you assume he’ll walk off to volleyball practice, and later you’ll be able to talk with him about whatever’s going on

When he keeps talking and it becomes clear he’s not moving, stalling for time, you ask if you can talk alone with him

“Bo, is um, did something happen? You’re upset aren’t you?” You question him cautiously

“Nope! I’m just glad I get to talk with you, it’s not something I’ll be able to do as often since you have to spend time with your girlfriend and all!”

His smile finally slips as what he said hits you both

You’re quick in explaining the mistake now that you know what’s eating away at him

He can’t believe his luck when he hears you say it was just a joke, it’s too good to be true

But he doesn’t care, he’s just happy

Doesn’t even let himself process it all before he’s asking you to please, think about dating him

You’re both glad his smile is back to normal when you say you’d love to

Kita Shinsuke

Keeps it together like the seemingly impassive and parent friend that he is

Hurts so much more then he wants to admit

Doesn’t want to believe what he just heard but if you say that you have a partner, than those are the facts and he can’t change anything

But shit, does he wish he could

He’s standing right next to you, a step away and if he took it you would be pressed against his side

That’s an impossible reality, a fantasy he needs to put to rest now that he knows your feelings for someone else

That step however, is ungraciously closed when you trip backward from what appears to be your partner moving their foot as you had moved forward, resulting in you falling onto Kita

Instantly flustered by it and is feeling so betrayed by his body when he automatically puts an arm around you to keep you upright

He tries to be respectful as he removes himself from your side, it isn’t right for him to be that close to you, he’ll just have to push down the disappointment he feels from the lack of contact

“Kita-kun! I’m really sorry about that, my friend” you give a pointed glare towards the person of your affection. “accidentally knocked me into you.”

He gives a small smile at you, slightly unsure as to why you would address your partner as just your friend

If he’s being truthful, he doesn’t want to think about it anymore and that’s why he allows himself to shrug off the strange event

He acts like he always does in the next couple days, though the aggressive lilt in his voice that appears at any mistake he spots, gives away his frustration

His feelings are boiling over the surface and he realizes he needs to find a way to get over this

The best way to do that, he concludes, is to tell you his feelings so he can take the rejection and move on

A resolution that he puts into motion the next time he’s with you

He does it simply and tries to make it as small and meaningless as possible

“Thanks for listening to this, I know it must be difficult to deal with.”

You’re speechless and Kita wishes this could be easier but he steels himself for what’s about to come next

“I- Kita, I know you’re not and I apologize in advance, but are you a dumbass?” You’re expression is both mortified and happy and he really doesn’t know what’s happening

“I like you. I was messing around with my friend and I promise you, I will never be doing that again.”

Oh, Kita is so relieved and the first thing he does when you become official is pull you in for a hug

And he’s gonna keep pulling you in for hugs :3

Ushijima Wakatoshi

His surprise is on full display and he ends up staring at you so intensely you automatically come up to ask him what was wrong

Isn’t sure how to put into words how he feels at the moment

You are your own person, so he shouldn’t feel any right to being the one to call you his partner

Yet he can’t stop the disappointment from filling every part of him

Ushijima wants to be mature about this though, If you think that girl is good enough for you then he will live with the heartache

So he shakes his head and comes up with a small excuse for his behavior

He seems normal to most in the following week, quite and stoic, more silent around you than he’s probably ever been but nothing really out of place per say

However his annoyance with your girlfriend only grows when he sees that you are not being treated how most would in a romantic relationship

He’s had enough when he hears her tell you about this pretty girl she saw the other day

She’s all casual and smiles when she says it too

Walks over, taps your shoulder, and asks if you can talk in private

It wasn’t right and he was 100% calm when he explained why he thought you weren’t being treated right

And he definitely wasn’t a little jealous and using the way your girlfriend was acting as a way to see if he could prove he could treat you better

Okay, so maybe he wasn’t being completely rational when he was making his points as to why you should maybe, just possibly reconsider the whole dating your girlfriend thing

But the fact that she hadn’t held your hand was very important and he needed you to know that

He needed you to know that you shouldn’t have to listen to the one you cared for like that, speak of another person they found good looking, especially when the most attractive one was you

Ushijima doesn’t know how to take your silence when he finishes, and you seem… embarrassed?

Had he gone too far? Over stepped a boundary in his jealousy?

He was considering an apology for his rash behavior when you spoke up, though it was more appropriate to call it spoke down with the way you had your head lowered and voice quiet

“Toshi, did you mean all that?”

He’s not sure where this is going, he responds honestly regardless

“Yes, I meant it and I’m sorry if I insulted you.” He doesn’t apologize for insulting your girlfriend tho~

“Then you should probably know that I was only playing around when I said I was dating my friend. We’re not together.” You finally look into his eyes. “I’m pretty single and uh, if you really wanna help me in my dating problems you could date me, that’d fix them all.”

The slightest blush appears on his cheeks and when he reply’s with his yes, it’s almost like a happy sigh

He makes sure to show you how much he loves you everyday, he’s also still slightly bitter around your friend <3

Terushima Yuuji

Freaking out

He is having a hardcore internal screaming sesh

Walks away from you so he can pretend he didn’t just hear that

Also wants to make sure you don’t see him panicking

He finds a place where he’s alone, a field outside the gym he had been in, that is till he’d heard you talk to your boyfriend

Who was apparently, very entertaining if the way you had been laughing was any indication

Stands there, blank for a few seconds

Is so set on not crying over something like this because he knows that you’re amazing and shouldn’t be so surprised over you dating some other dude

He should go back inside and act like he always does, or maybe not since you are with your boyfriend

He’s being stupid, acting this overworked

It’s what he tells himself but he can feel a couple tears slip down his cheeks and there’s a sob bubbling up in his chest against his will

This didn’t feel fair

He wants to do something, he just doesn’t know what

Pretending he’s fine would be a good option if he could stop crying

It’s not looking feasible at the moment however

Takes a shaky breath and is coming to the decision he should leave you alone for now when he hears his name

Someone’s calling him, someone who absolutely cannot see him right now

He starts sprinting, but the thing about crying is that it’s pretty exhausting and before he knows it he’s gasping for breath, too slow to move out of your reach

“Terushima! Why would you-

You stare at his tear stained face, concern pulling your features into a deep frown and he desperately wishes he wasn’t the cause of it

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You ask the question softly, making it all hurt a little more

His eyes are closed when he replies. “Nothing you need to worry your pretty head with.”

“Whatever it is I won’t judge and if you want advice or someone to just listen I’m listening.”

“You, it’s really not..” he breaks. “Are you really with that guy?”

It’s none of his business, why’d he have to ask that?

Understanding lights up your face, and with the new information having connected the dots you move closer to him

“I’m not. He and I were joking, so please don’t cry.” He feels a hand wipe a stray tear from his face

“Would you maybe wanna go out sometime,” you laugh a little. “I hope I didn’t completely misread this, if I did I suppose we’d be matching.. and I wouldn’t mind so much if that was the case.”

He answers by grabbing your hand.

“That answer shouldn’t have been so cute, I’ll forgive you by taking you up on that date though.”

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heejojo · 2 years

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enhypen when their s/o takes ff their promise ring after a fight

a/n: this was brought out after a long time, sorry! it feels kind of rushed but i hope you enjoy it either way. have a great day!! also not proofread lol

members: sunoo and jungwon (jojo)

Sunoo

Fights with Sunoo can go from playful to very serious in less than a minute. It wouldn’t be something serious until one of you says something and the other person gets really upset and offended.

“Sunoo, are you even listening to me? I’m saying what you said really hurt me”

“What should I do? It has already happened. Get over it Y/N” he said and you felt really upset at what he said. He knew more than anyone how much you hated it when people told you to get over something without working through it first. How could he say something like that?

"How could you say something like that when you know now how much it hurts me?"

"You're just too sensitive, you need to get over yourself!"

That statement was what really got you upset and you tried to fight the angry tears that were already welling up in your eyes.

"In that case then Sunoo, you should find someone that can easily get over themselves because I'm done. When you find that person, you can give them this ring too because it seems to be very useless to you" you said and threw the ring to the floor.

Sunoo doesn't contact you for the next week probably wanting you to cool down and you get more upset than angry. Upset that you couldn't see him anymore because he had become such a vital part of your life.

It’s until Sunoo gets the guts to show up at your door and apologize that you finally forgive him.

"Sunoo, what are you doing here?" As much as you loved him, you couldn't deny that his statement hurt you very much.

"I'm so sorry Y/N, I really didn't mean that at all. I have no excuse and I just hope that you can forgive me" he apologized with his eyes downcasted.

"Oh, Sunoo!" you exclaimed and pulled him close. His arms automatically found their place around your body and you felt great again, complete even.

Jungwon

"You're there for everyone but when it comes to me you're suddenly busy."

"I'm just busy with work Y/N, don't be so childish," Jungwon said with a roll of his eyes.

"It's not fair, Won! When I need you, you're hardly ever there. It makes me feel like you don't care about me at all" you tried to explain but he just brushed your feelings to the side.

"It's nothing babe, I'm really busy now. I'll talk to you later when I'm done doing this thing"

"There's no need for you to say later when you won't even do it at all. I think we should just end things here, for the better. At least, you won't have to deal with someone so childish" you told him and got up to leave but he stopped you before you could get to the door.

"Hey, hey. I'm sorry for pushing you to the side. It's my fault, I won't do it again, just please don't leave. You're not childish; I was just annoyed and took all my anger out on you. I apologize" he said remorsefully with his head resting on yours. You could feel the sincerity in his words and decided it would be better to forgive him.

#enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen scenarios #enhypen reactions #enhypen imagines #enhypen sunoo #kim sunoo x reader #enhypen jungwon #yang jungwon x reader

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violettelueur · 3 years

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RYŌMEN SUKUNA || BONDED FOREVER

| featuring : ryōmen sukuna ft. itadori yuji and fushiguro megumi from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors and some graphic/violent actions

| form : imagine

| word count : 1749

| published : 03 december

| request : Can I a request a imagine where it’s super fluffy for Sukuna? I was wondering it can have a story of how he had a wife and she had reincarnated into someone who’s a powerful sorcerer? But she’s the soulmate for Sukuna..does this make sense at all? I hope you know what I mean😭😭

| barista’s notes : hey hey hey guys~ sorry for the really sort upfates, i’ve been having som difficulties writing some of these imagines due to a lack of ideas and writer’s block ʕ ᵒ ᴥ ᵒʔ but i hope you all had a good day today ʕ≧ᴥ≦ʔ but for me, other than coming home at around 5pm in the dark winter night, i had a decent day ʕ – ᴥ – ʔ also i don't think i answered this request properly, so i really do apologies ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ other than that, i hope you enjoy you cup of classic black coffee (jujutsu kaisen request!) and please come back soon!

The sweet aroma invaded your sense of smell, as you blissfully admired the array of flower petals that surround you in the warm water that you were sitting in right now. Gently, you glided your hand across the water, watching the petals also softly move with the direction of the current causing some of them to stick to your hand like a tattoo. However, before you could even move your hand again to keep you somewhat entertained, you felt an unexpectanted grip on your wrist, only for the same hand to be pulled up as the person behind you placed a kiss within your inner palm causing you to turn around to see what your husband was intending to do.

The man behind you, who still has his lips on your palm, opened his eyes to showcase his charming scarlet eyes as he looked down upon you only for him to smile softly at you - a rare smile that he only reserved for you and you only. Smiling softly back to him, you took the opportunity to caress his cheek as you admired the black markings that were permanently painting on his skin.

To him, at this current moment in time, you were at your most beautiful state as the water glistened beautifully on your bare skin with some of the petals stuck on to you, making you look like a painting made by the greatest artist with your hair stuck upon your neck due to it being soaked with the water that you and him were in right now.

“What’s going on in that little mind of yours?” Sukuna quietly asked as he leaned forward to place a heavy kiss upon your lips, leaving you no room to answer his question as you were so concentrated on the euphoric feeling to which then you felt his arms slowly wrap around your small figure, entrapping you in his embrace, leaving you no choice but to completely turn your body to face him as you then placed your leg on either side of him causing some of the water to overflow over the wooden bath, but that left no concern for you or the King of Curses.

“Nothing,” you answered him with a heavy breath once your both pulled apart, but still this little thought of yours was still plaguing your mind. “Don’t lie to me little one, you know better than not to lie to me ever,” Sukuna muttered, as his hand snaked from tracing your collarbone to having a light hold on your neck. However, it wasn’t the usual hold he would have against his opponent where his grip would tighten to disturb the airflow leading to the suffocation the unfortunate victim but rather a comforting gesture as his thumb moved up and down, expressing to you that you were able to open up to him about anything that was troubling your mind.

“When I pass, I came to the realisation that it won’t bother you at all,” you admitted to him with a soft smile, as you run your hand through his dampened hair. Although, the curse himself, exhibited the opposite reaction to what you were expressing right now making him wonder what caused you to question your importance to him.

“Little one, when you state that absurd comment, it does nothing but infuriate me,” Sukuna voiced out to you as he leaned forward towards you - to the point where you were chest to chest - before leaving a few kisses upon your jawline. “When you pass, I will have no idea how to control myself. I may be sadistic in nature but you have calmed me down to extreme lengths that sometimes I am scared to admit. When you pass, I have nothing left to hold, no other person can take your place. Ever.” Sukuna expressed to you as he then leaned back to look at you in the eye, only to see your surprised express to his admission, “don’t ever, let that ridiculous idea come to plague your mind again Y/N, you are mine for eternity as I am yours, there is no escape from it, we are bonded forever,”.

“Forever ha?” you repeated him in a light breath, only for him to pull you into another heated kiss as his hands began to wonder around your body as if he was tracing everything to memory. Your body, your heart and your soul was entirely bonded to him as the same goes for him to you. As he said, there was no escape from it.

ꕥ

“Sorry, but he’s not coming back”

Stood frozen, you didn’t have the strength to look back on who was behind you nor did you want to lose sight of Fushiguro, knowing out of the both of you, he was in the most danger.

“Don’t be so frightened, I’m in a good mood right now, since I get to physically see you again Y/N, so let’s chat for a bit” Sukuna cunningly commented, causing you to widen your eyes while the cold sweat behind your back began to intensify, fearful on what the King of Curses intended for you.

‘I need to quickly get Fushiguro to a safe place….but how? Damn it! How?’

However, before you could even move, the King of Curses decided that he would move for you to present himself to both of yours and Fushiguro’s view. “This is what he gets for trying to use me without any kind of pact, feels like he’s having some trouble switching back,” Sukuna stated as if he was explaining on why Itadori couldn’t gain control even after showcasing back in Sendai that he could.

“Still, though it’s a matter of time,” Sukuna continued to talk as he casually ripped off the top of Itadori’s uniform, showcasing the black markings on his body. On the other hand, what happened next caused you and Fushiguro to widen your eyes in terror as Sukuna suddenly viciously stabbed himself in the chest with his hand before slowly taking out the beating heart that was inhibiting Itadori’s body.

“I’m taking this brat hostage”

Finally having the guts to move your body, using the extremely little gap of time you had, you swiftly grabbed onto Fushiguro’s sleeve before speedily using your curse energy to form a protective sphere around his body leaving you alone in the open to any attacks the special grade curse could use on you now.

“Y/N!” Fushiguro shouted while beginning to violently bang his arms on the orb that you had manifested around him, trying to obtain a crack or a weak spot to let him out. “What are you doing you, idiot?!” Fushiguro then questioned you in a state of panic, trying to gain some understanding of what you were planning. However, you didn’t answer.

“Your goodwill stayed with you even after 1000 years, there’s nothing more than I expected from my little one, though I am frustrated at the fact that it isn’t reserved for me”

Still somewhat fearful but now confused, you quickly used your curse energy to construct a black katana out of thin air, before raising up to point the tip to Sukuna’s neck. “Oh?” Sukuna expressed before smiling at you with such pride expressed on his face, “it’s been such a long time since you have threatened me like that Y/N, you were powerful in words back then but now you gained powers of a sorcerer, what a magnificent discovery,”.

‘What can I do? I have a limit of summoning 20 weapons at the same time but is that even enough to even get a single scratch on him?’

“Do you not remember me? Little one, you look as beautiful as you did that night, your hair wet from the rain and your skin still beautiful glistens then the water hits your face” Sukuna playfully commented, as he took a step closer to you causing you to take one step back.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you finally spoke to the man in front of you, only for him to smirk even wider. However, before he could even get another single word in, you immediately summoned another 19 weapons - maximizing your limit - from spear, swords and axes behind him, only for all of then to immediately come down with a powerful strike causing a large explosion to erupt as dust from the ground suddenly flared up, blinded your view as well as Fushiguro’s causing his anxiety to heighten on what was going on and where you were.

“You always somehow impressed me, little one. There is never a day where I am disappointed,” a deep voice commented, causing you to widen your eyes once you saw Sukuna standing right in front of you with an uncharacteristic soft smile on his face - leaving you in an extreme state of confusion once a blurred image of a man smiling at you slowly constructed in your mind.

“Why?” you question yourself in a perplexed tone.

‘How?’

“Why do I suddenly feel like I've seen you smile at me like that before?” you quietly questioned, still engulfed in the dusty smoke that was surrounding the both of you. Slowly and gently gripping on to the wrist on your other hand, Sukuna slowly raised it up before placing a small kiss within the palm of your hands causing an almost unnoticeable tiny electric current to travel up your arm to the kissed palm - as if it was something that your body suddenly remembered.

“We are bonded forever, remember that little one” Sukuna declared to you in a softer tone than he had expressed earlier before the black markings slowly started to fade indicating to you that Itadori was steadily coming back, causing you to drop your katana and open your arms once you felt his heavy body fall upon yours.

“Itadori?” you quietly called, still hoping that he was alive somehow even without the use of the vital organ that was now out of his body.

“Y/N?” Itadori called out to you just in time as the dust around you began to fade, “I’m almost done for, but I guess I don’t have to worry you, Fushiguro, Kugisaki and Gojo-sensei anymore, live a long life,”, but before you could even get a single sound in to tell him that he was going to be okay, you felt his body slowly go limp indicating to you that he was now gone.

“Bonded forever?”

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kakubun · 3 years

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Hii, so I randomly get this idea where you first met Ran Haitani in the party of Roppongi.

" It was love. I knew it. The moment my eyes laid upon to your violet marbles, they shine so bright that no other people can see the twilight. It was love, really. Is this how it feels like? My heart kept pounding, I can't stop this feeling. I cried when it started to sink in the moment our bodies continue to grow closer. Is this how it feels like? From the moment I got to witness your beauty, I can't get enough of you. Is this our last meeting? How lucky am I to witness such an angel from above. A tall black and yellow braided man, how unique. Can you feel my heartbeat? Pounding over and over again like there's no tomorrow. I don't want to wake up from this ever, I have to see you again Ran. "

It could be a full fluff story or maybe from fluff to angst? Depends on you baby 🥺🌼

dear wallflower

pairing: prebonten!ran x gen!reader

a/n: i've changed some bits here and there, i hope it's alright !

warnings: none!

500 follower event

beady eyes eyeing the platters placed infront of them, were you deciding to pick one of them or were you trying to avoid any conversation?

ran's eyes turned to crescents, seeing you walk back to the same spot you kept yourself glued on for the rest of the night. he could look out for who was having the time of their lives and who looked like they never had alcohol in their systems ever. he recognized you of course, one of the lone florists he knew in your own little flowershop.

you would look up at him with your shining eyes, getting comfortable with him whenever he asks you about flowers reccomendations or if he were to try your flower pastries you had on the counter. he was a free soul who chatted up a storm, eyes crinkling and mouth tilting whenever you sat down just to listen to him.

you were a loner, a wallflower he could describe at the moment. why were you even here? rindou wasn't blind, he could see his brother eyeing you like a hawk who sees his next meal for supper and he went back to his own business, attending to the shy darling who was pouring him a drink as they both catch each other interests.

"instead of being a pussy, go up to them"

ran placed a hand over his heart, feigning his hurt when his brother didn't look him in the eye anymore but stare at the person filling his glass and ran smirked; leaving his brother alone with them. you swirled your drink in your hand and you nearly jumped out of your skin when a finger traced over your ear.

"what are you doing here darling?" he couldn't help but coo when you gave him a smile, a grateful one when you finally met a familiar face in a party filled with strangers and creeps. he pulled you close by the waist, talking near your ear because of the blaring music and suggested to go outside a bit because whoever had hosted the party had a flurry of flowers right behind their house.

he made sure to glare at anyone who dared look at you in any manner but they had no guts, to even look at somebody like ran haitani or somebody close he was holding.

he immediately felt you loosen up after being so darn tense and you rushed to the flowers to look at them and you looked at him like you're asking permission if you could touch them. he shrugged , not giving you an actual answer but you didn't push him for one when you start bringing your nose closer to one.

feeling comfort from the things you're close and working with was the best because your nervy self calmed down and countinue looking for any other flowers to look at. ran crouched down and called you over and made you identify the small patch of blue that was near the bushes, almost hidden but he pointed at it so you could see it.

"ah ! blue bells!" you poke at it, grinning when you remember what they truly mean and felt all warm and fuzzy inside. ran scoffed, he understands the excitement but you always look too happy for his taste.

he remembered when he asked why and you bit your tongue, not knowing what to answer and thought it was half assed for him, "it's the tiny joys of lives" would he understand that? would he?

before he could give his opinion, a small tsk was heard behind them and you both whip your heads to see that it was..

"ah mikey.." " mikey!"

ran now gawked at you, shocked you knew who his boss was and you ran to him and hugged him. mikey scolded you with his same old tired voice and you apologized, dragging you with him but you argued that ran needed an explanation which he smirked at his boss to start explaining and the exhaused man didn't have time for this.

"they're my step sibling, hurt them and the one bullet in my gun is going through your head" ran put up his hands in mock surrender and placed his hands in his pockets while watching both of you dissappear into the dark of the party.

he looked towards the bluebells both of you observed and smiled slyly to himself, he won't hurt you, why would he hurt the person he'll be courting?

extra!!:

"mikey.."

mikey shook his head, complaining with his mouth full and you slapped his forehead, exclaiming how ran won't eat you up or hurt you because you can defitenely take care of yourself. he stared at you, done that you're fighting back and you think you can defend yourself from a sleazy man that has the bloodcells of a haitani?

you threw a bottle at his chest, telling him not to make a face.

sure mikey might let you talk to ran,

in a million years, less if he considers.

he'll think about it, just not now.

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falcqns · 3 years

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Hey, hey it’s your loyal fan! ❤ I thought of this, maybe you’ll like to write about it. Angry sex with Henry, because the girl and he hated each other because their families are close and practically they grew up together. 😄

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Actress!Reader

Warnings: Infinity War spoilers, Bratty!Henry, swearing, smut, fluff, angst.

A/N: Thank you for the request! I absolutely love this idea, I hope you enjoy! I also *definitely* did not base the smut part off of a recent hook up ;)

You were really dreading going to your neighbors cook out with your parents. When they had told you about it, you almost said no, knowing Henry would be there. You didn’t hate his family, you just hated him.

The two of you actually used to be the best of friends. Up until the age of 18, the two of you were inseparable. Then, he started acting, and never had time for you anymore. While you understood that he was busy, it still hurt. The moment your friendship ended didn’t come until you were 24, when he had a break in filming and came back to Jersey for Christmas, and treated you like you didn’t even exist. All he did for two weeks straight was talk about his experience acting, and brag about how hot his new girlfriend was. Not a word to you about anything, and you knew that was it.

It was after that Christmas, that you decided if he could make it as an actor, you could as well. You auditioned for an agent the next week, and once you made it through that step, you started acting.

One of your more notable roles was in the Marvel series, playing the character Mockingbird. It was one of your first acting gigs, and everyone was surprised you got such a huge role right away, but you had more than proved yourself to everyone after the first Avengers movie. You had always wondered what Henry thought, but you never asked. Although you had started acting to get back at Henry, you found that you absolutely loved acting.

It was only a week ago that you had finished filming Infinity War, and had 2 weeks off before you started filming Endgame, so when your mom asked if you wanted to come home and visit for a little, you had said yes. You didn’t know at the time that that would entail you going to the Cavill’s house for a cookout. You were going to say no, but your mom insisted, and you agreed.

As you looked yourself in the mirror in your bedroom, you knew you weren’t prepared to see him. You had seen him a few times over the years, at award shows and such, and he had never taken a second look at you. If he did, he would instantly roll his eyes. You tried to ignore it, but it still stung a little.

You took a deep breath, and looked at your outfit for the cookout. It wasn’t anything special, just a yellow sundress with white flowers on it. It accentuated your body in the best way possible, and you weren’t complaining. You paired it with a pair of white Vans, and you were ready.

As you walked down the stairs, you felt the dread swirling in your stomach, but you pushed it out of your mind. If you made it through at least 3 hours, you could say you were tired, and head home. You grabbed the fruit platter your mom had prepared, and followed your family out of the house and over to the Cavill’s.

You instantly heard Henry laughing loudly, and had to mentally prepare yourself to face him. He was never verbally rude, it was only side glances and eye rolls, but it still took a toll on you.

You walked in, and greeted Marianne and Colin, while Henry played football with his nephews further down the yard. You spared him a glance at his back, but turned to help your mom set up the three lawn chairs she had brought.

As you got yourself a drink, you felt Henry’s eyes burning into your back, and moments later, his scent surrounded you. You rolled you eyes, before turning to face him. He rolled his eyes, and stepped to the side to allow you to get out of his way, which you gladly did. Your mom smirked at you as you rolled your eyes and walked away.

“Still not getting along?” She asked as you sat next to her. You scoffed. “Nope. I don’t even know what I did for him to hate me so much.” You said, and your mom brushed a piece of hair out of your eyes.

“I don’t know honey. Maybe you should ask him,” She suggested, and you almost scoffed again.

A few minutes later, you made your way into the house to use the bathroom, and your mom took that opportunity to brag about you. As you exited the house, you almost laughed at Henry. He was glaring at the grass in front of him, in a way that almost made you believe he had laser vision, while your mom talked about your career.

“She actually just booked a role in this new film coming out, called Knives Out! it had Chris Evans and Daniel Craig. It doesn’t start filming until next year, but it sounds exciting!” Your mom said, and everyone smiled, other than Henry.

“How was filming for Infinity War, Y/N?” Marianne asked, as you sat down.

“It was great. We filmed in Atlanta and Scotland, which was pretty cool. I can’t say a whole lot about it, but it was fun. Especially getting to work with every one again. A fair amount of the cast dies in this one, so I’m excited to see how Endgame is going to end,” You said, and everyone smiled. Henry scoffed quietly, but you chose to ignore it.

You continued talking to the people at the cookout, mainly your mom, until Marianne asked if you and Henry could go to the store and pick up a few things that she was out of. You said yes, and Henry rolled his eyes again, before reluctantly agreeing.

You grabbed your car keys and waited for him at the gate to the backyard. You noticed he pulled his car keys out of his pocket, and scoffed. “We’re taking my car,” He said, unlocking his Aston Martin.

You hit the start button of your Dodge Ram 1500, before turning to him. “No. We’re taking my truck. I refuse to be on of those ‘girls’ in your car that I see all over the news.” You said, and Henry sighed before locking his car and walking over to your truck. You got in the car and put your keys in the ignition. Your phone connected to the bluetooth, and just to annoy him even more, you decided to play ‘F-150′ by Robyn Ottolini.

“I can drive by your street and not feel a thing Play all of those songs you used to play me Get drunk with my friends and not think to call Could think of you a little, but I don’t think of you at all I’ve been growing up, getting strong, moving on…”

Henry groaned as you pulled out of the driveway. “Really? Country music?” He said. You chuckled.

“I thought you liked country music?” You asked, and he rolled his eyes once more. “Yeah, actual country music. Not whatever girly shit this is that you think it country music.”

You felt your frustration growing but attempted to push it back down. “Well, it’s my truck, and I want to listen to this.” You spat at him as you turned the corner.

“I’m just saying I hate it. I thought you’d have better taste in music considering who your friends are.” He muttered, looking out the window. You furrowed your brows.

“Whats that supposed to mean?” You demanded, and Henry laughed sarcastically before turning to you.

“It means that you can sit there all high and mighty thinking you’re better than everyone just because you’re a Marvel actor. You can brag about being friends with Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan all you want, but it doesn’t make you any better than me.” He grumbled, and you had had enough.

You slowed the car down at the red light before you spoke. “What the fuck did I ever do to you to make you hate me so much? We used to be best friends, and now you treat me like shit for no apparent reason. Why?” You demanded. Henry turned his body to face yours.

“You didn’t even congratulate me on my first acting job. You didn’t even pick up the phone, and at Christmas, you didn’t even talk to me. You shut me out for no reason, so I have a right to be mad about it,” He said, as the light turned green and the car began moving again. You scoffed.

“I wasn’t the one who shut you out. You came home and all you talked about was filming, and how ‘hot’ your girlfriend at the time was. Of course I didn’t want to sit there and listen to you brag, when you walked right by me, and didn’t even say hi.” “You didn’t even come to the airport with Mum and Dad to pick me up! You were clearly mad and jealous, and I didn’t want to cause a blowout!”

“I wasn’t at the airport because I had finals you dumb ass. If you’d have noticed, I arrived the same time you did. I waved at you, and you rolled your eyes at me, and started blabbering on and on about your life, without even asking me for an explanation. If you had asked, I would have explained and apologized.”

Henry turned to face you again, and the car turned down the road that would lead into town. “You didn’t even call me. You had my number.”

You pulled the car over abruptly on the dirt road. “NO YOU DIDN’T!” You screamed. “YOU SAID ‘CALL ME’ AND NEVER GAVE ME A NUMBER! AND WHEN YOUR MOM FOUND OUT AND GAVE IT TO ME, YOU NEVER PICKED UP! ALL I KEPT GETTING YOUR ASSISTANT, SO I STOPPED CALLING, AND SETTLED ON TALKING TO YOU AT CHRISTMAS!” You screamed again.

Henry jaw locked before opening his mouth again. “YOU COULD HAVE SAID THAT YOU DIDN’T HAVE IT! I WOULD HAVE GIVEN IT TO YOU! I WAS GOING TO ASK YOU TO BE MY DATE TO THE BAFTA’S AFTER YOU GOT NOMINATED FOR THE FIRST AVENGER’S MOVIE, BUT YOU DECIDED TO GO WITH SEBASTIAN, EVEN THOUGH HE WASN’T IN THE MOVIE! YOU WERE JUST TRYING TO MAKE ME JEALOUS!”

Your brow furrowed. “We were already filming Captain America The Winter Soldier then, and I asked him because he is like a big brother to me, and I could call you because you hated my guts. Chris had a girlfriend, and everyone else was busy, so Seb came with me. And if you’re going to sit here and just ‘assume’ Seb and I are dating because we went to an awards show together, you’re fucking insane. He has a girlfriend, so don’t even go there. For the record, if you had asked me to go with you. I would have said yes.” You said. Henry laughed again, and you wanted to hit him.

“Yeah sure you would have. Why did you even get into acting in the first place? Because I did, and you were jealous?” He questioned, crossing his arms over his chest.

You looked out the windshield. “That was a part of it, but mainly I did it because I was head over heels in love with you, and you abandoned me. Do you even know how much it hurt me to hear you talking about your girlfriend that year at Christmas? Do -” You started to say, before you were cut off by Henry undoing your seat belt, and attempting to pull you over the middle console.

It took a few tries, but he eventually got it, and you were straddling his waist. He looked at you angrily, before slamming his lips to yours. You yelped into the kiss, but melted into it seconds later. Henry ran his hands over your hips and under your dress. His fingers grazed over your covered mound, and moaned at the feeling of the soaked fabric. His hands traveled back up to your hips, and pressed you down onto his growing hard on.

His lips traveled from your mouth and down your neck. He sucked a hickey into where your neck connects with your shoulder. You gripped the back of his head, and moaned at the feeling of his stubble ticking your skin. His right hand traveled in between your legs, and pushed your underwear to the side.

His fingers traveled through your wetness, before he pulled his hand away. You whimpered at the loss of contact, but you swallowed it as you glanced down and saw him undoing his pants. He pulled his hard cock out seconds later. You barely got a glance at it, before he was pushing inside of you, slowly.

Once you were fully seated on his cock again, he tilted the seat all the way back before placing his hands behind your knees. You went to move, but squeaked when you felt a slap land on your right butt cheek.

“Don’t you fucking move,” Henry growled, and all you could do was nod. Henry adjusted slightly, before he started pounding into you right off the bat. He let go of your left knee, and pulled your shoulder until your shoulder crashed into his. He took both of your hips into his hands, as he quickened his pace. You let out a moan, but that earned you another swat on the butt.

“Shut the fuck up,” He grunted out, his hands moving from your hips to take two full handfuls of your ass. “Been pissing me off for years, and it seems the only way you’ll shut the fuck up is when a dick is in your fucking pussy. If you make a fucking sound, I'm going to stop, and leave you all wet and dripping for the rest of the day.” He threatened, and all you could do again was nod.

He slapped your ass again, and grunted, his hips snapping against yours quicker. Henry trailed his right hand over your hip, and in between your open legs. He traced his fingers over the skin of his cock that was quickly disappearing and reappearing inside of you, before trailing up and over your soaked pussy, his thumb finding your clit instantly. he rubbed quick circles, and you felt the pressure of your orgasm quickly approaching.

“You better fucking cum before I do or you’re not coming at all.” Henry spat, yet another slap landing on your butt cheek. You bit back a whimper, and nodded. He gripped your hips and pushed you up before his thumb returned to your clit. “I wanna see your face when you fucking cum. When you fall apart on my cock, ‘cuz I’m the only one who can fuck you this fucking good, right? Do Chris and Seb fuck you this good? Have you drunk off just my cock in less than 5 minutes? Bet they can't,” He grumbled, and your back arched and the pressure grew even more. You clawed at his chest to alert him about your orgasm, but that earned you a slap on the thigh.

“I’m about to cum, so you better hurry the fuck up and finish,” He growled, and you nodded pathetically. You felt your legs start to shake, you and you bit down on your lip as it washed over you, and you squeezed Henry’s cock in between your walls. He gripped your hips, and pulled you down on his cock as he came, and filled you with spurt after spurt of his cum.

You collapsed onto him moments later, and teared up when you felt him brushing hair out of your eyes and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. His thumb brushed away a stray tear that fell out of you eye, before tilting your chin up to look up at him. He gave you the sweet smile that you hadn't seen in over 10 years, before mending all the broken pieces of your heart with 4 words.

“I love you too,” He whispered, a tear falling from his eye, as he pressed a sweet and soft kiss to your lips. “I love you so much. I’m so sorry that I made you think that I hated you. I was conflicted. I was so in love with you and I didn't know how to handle it, so I went out of my way to hurt you, which is pathetic. I promise you I will never hurt you again,” he said, and smiled when you rested your hand on his jaw.

“I know. I think our issue was that we were so horny for each other but we didn't know it. I’m just glad we sorted it out,” You whispered and pressed a kiss to his jaw and he tightened his arms around you and smiled.

“Yeah, me too.”

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rumblelibrary · 3 years

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hii!! i saw your requests are open, if you’re not too busy could you write something about Laszlo falling in love with reader (she’s a friend of Sara’s and helping with the case) but he keeps trying to avoid his feelings and remain professional and friendly until then he gets jealous of Marcus (or maybe John whoever you think works best) and starts being mean and pushing her away and then John or Sara are like “really?? can you not see that she likes you?” and he apologizes and it’s all fluffy at the end??

that was a bit long sorry, i hope you’re having a great day💗💗

Worlds Apart [Dr Laszlo Kreizler x Reader]

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: Laszlo being his usual adorable dumbass

Author’s note: Thank you so much for giving me the chance to write your story, hope you’ll enjoy it 💗💗

The first time your presence graced him was on an infamous rainy day. He didn’t mind rain, but it was the kind of storm that forced kids inside the Institute and some of them really benefitted of the time spent outside. So when you appeared at his doorstep escorted by Cyrus, a little of wetness on your shoulders and your hat, arms tightly grasping a big bunch of paper folders, untouched by the heavy weather clearly at your expenses, you looked like a gift from the above.

“Sara Howard contacted me, My name is Y/N Y/L/N, I work for the Town Hall Archives” you introduced yourself, a polite smile softening him. “It is my pleasure to finally meet you, Dr Kreizler” you added.

He blinked realising he was staring while your words moved past him without affecting him.

“Please, Sara told me you are going to be vital in the unravelling of this case, call me Laszlo”

He opened his arm on side letting you in as Cyrus walked away closing the door behind himself. A sense of guilt creeping over him, he realised how low his mind went to appreciate your physical side first and your sweet smile next, if men were anything different from the beasts, then why indulge still in such raw details. From that moment on, he decided, he would not do you the same disrespect. Little he knew that once he forbid himself to take grace of the sight of you, he would be overwhelmed by your bright mind. As you exposed those files to him you two started working together, day after day, time after time, a little dance of turning pages, soft smile, excited discoveries. Your smile affecting him in unpredicted ways, your good heart weakening his mask, your calm demure forbidding his raging fits. Anything of you made him better, any part of you was loved and worshipped by him, your position quickly transitioning from helpful hand, to admirable being and now to an ideal. A sense of necessity creeping over him every time you closed the space between the two of you to show him something, every time he stared at you wrapped up some archive ladder to find this or that file. Another thing you earned from him with time, the hardest maybe, was the ability to make him chuckle. You weren’t a goofball but you knew when to break down his thought process to bring him back to a quieter state. He liked you, he was even considering to offer you to leave the Town Hall Archives to work as his secretary at the Institute. The benefits of your presence made his work better and your natural tendency to method blessing his day to day activities with balance. Laszlo didn’t like to admit it, but a sense of possessiveness was also growing on him, he knew what was going on in his mind, or to better say it in his heart, but he refused to acknowledge it. The case was on, after the case maybe.

Or maybe never.

That’s what he thought when, after an interview at the house of a potential future patient of the institute, he took a stroll on the main road, his eyes darting on the flower shop only to recognise you there. Your figure associated with the colourful gifts of nature made his heart skip a beat, a sense of joy filled him soon to disappear when Marcus Isaacson figure appeared beside you holding three or four different kind of flowers in large bouquets, all of them meaning something love related: attraction, desire, kinship.

Those meanings pestered his thoughts, your soft laugh hitting his ears like an angel choir. Your hand lifting up as Marcus bowed his head toward you, your bare fingers running through his curls pulling out some wild leaf that got tangled among them.

“Silly me” he chanted like a child that has zero guilt about earning something undeserved “Come on Y/N, pick your favourite, I can’t hold them all forever”.

Laszlo’s eyes narrowed on him, hating the urgency in his voice, before drifting on the big bouquets, the carnations attracting his gaze, the meaning: pure love, faithfulness, also motherly love.

“The carnations” you said without a doubt moving your arms among the flower to pick them, the closeness you shared rubbing Laszlo in the wrong way.

A sudden realisation hitting him, rage boiling as he turned on his heels to rush to the Institute. What a fool he was, mistaking your natural kindness for…what? Interest for a cripple? Tenderness for a lonely angry man? His jaw clenched, rage surging through him, on that day the door of his office slammed so hard nobody dared to call for him, not even for dinner. When the next day you came to bring some papers and revise some new information, he was keeping a two meters distance all the time, if not more. Anything you said was welcomed with sounds the usual good morning disappeared.

“Laszlo” you called him after more than one hour spent welcomed by only silence and grunts “Did something happen? Maybe, I could help..”

“What exactly gives the impression I need your help?” He shot back before you could even mutter another sentence or even conclude the one you just begun.

His eyes raising from the papers he was holding, his hand moved to his glasses taking them off “As far as my knowledge goes, you’re here to support the investigation with documents and research, not to interfere with my personal life or a job like mine that requires not only tact but also a severe respect of the patient’s privacy”

You closed your mouth suddenly as he never reacted in such a way toward you. Usually he seemed to like to engage with you, to hear your thoughts and opinions, now his hard glare was dooming over you like the Judgment Day.

“I apologise” you resumed to say, maybe it was a bad day, those bad days John teased him about so many times, but that you never encountered before.

So you moved back to your spot respecting the distance he wanted, he put his glasses back on the bridge of his nose.

Nothing more was said.

That evening when you were about to leave you thanked him and wished him a good night, as you always did. Silence again, only one hand to be lifted as he didn’t even turn to talk to you. His reaction gutted you and from that day on to visit him turned into the heaviest hours of the day. There was no room for chat, no room for accommodation. You even brought some sweets one day thinking he might like it and he handed those just as quickly to the kids. You even asked him if you wronged him and he said there was nothing wrong.

After two weeks like this, you sat behind your desk at the Town Hall resigned to live with his silence, you stared at a little note he wrote to you once to thank you of your help with some documents titles underneath.

I admire your dedication to the case. Your help is invaluable L.K.

You read, but that didn’t stand anymore, for some reason.

“What’s that long face for?”

Sara asked leaning against your desk as you slipped that piece of paper underneath your notebook. You already gave Laszlo all the documents requested, you could throw that away, but you didn’t.

“I think I upset Dr Kreizler”

Sara looked at you surprised by the way you resumed calling him by his title, like you were trying to gain distance from him. You looked at her incisive look as you quietly explained to her your fears and doubts, what was going on and how you probably should ask John a way to repair the situation, because you were clueless. After your conversation Sara didn’t think about it twice and after concluding her duties she stormed at Laszlo’s office only to find him engaged in the billionth argument with John.

“What have you told to Y/N?”

She asked, a proper mad mama bear as she stared at him mercilessly, she was aiming for the throat and John looked at him puzzled.

“What have you done Laszlo? Having a fine woman interested on you hits so differently?”

Laszlo was about to answer Sara when he suddenly felt attacked on too many fronts.

“Wait, I beg your pardon? I think you have got into some mistake, John”

John looked at him and then at Sara as she shook her head impatiently and already fed up with Laszlo’s ways.

“She does like you Laszlo, where is your problem about it?” She inquired more “Is she not a doctor enough for your likings? Do you want a duchess or something? Because I don’t understand, if you’re not interested to her at least be human”

By this moment Laszlo was still incredule and a chuckle almost left his lips

“I think you are mistaken Sara, Y/N is in a relationship with Marcus Isaacson, I stumbled upon them already”

“Marcus? I thought he was seeing that Esther girl, Lucius complained about his lack of focus more than once, how did you manage to erase her interest that quick Laszlo?” John said surprised and Sara had to hold onto her iron will not to slap the both of them in their faces.

“You two are worse than any little town blabbermouth” she snapped.

John frowned feeling accused and Laszlo was ready to give her a lecture that could last until the end of times when you walked inside in a rush.

“Excuse me” you said out of breath, mud stained your dress as you clearly run your way to her Institute handing them a file “This just came”.

You gulped down as Sara glared at Laszlo while she guided you to have a glass of water.Laszlo studied the document without even acknowledging your presence, another victim served on a plate.

That evening he went to see the body, the Isaacson’s giving a full display of the wounds and marks on the body to him and John. By the rules of the obituary, you and Sara weren’t welcomed inside as they were. You sat silently, slowly tracing the stain on your skirt thinking how bad Laszlo’s impression of you must be now that you even showed yourself in such an improper manner, such a gentleman like him witnessing you in such a state. When they came out of the obituary Sara stood up as you remained sat, the warm presence of Laszlo now hunting you like a ghost every time he is around.

“The murderer knows we re close” Laszlo stated as he sighed, ashamed that another life was lost “I think that this victim in particular..”

“Y/N!”

Marcus interrupted him rushing out of the obituary with his bloody apron still on, his less than sanitary clean hand on your shoulder as Laszlo was ready to reduce the both of you to dust for interrupting him.

“Excuse me Doctor” Marcus head shot up to him before looking back down at you “Thank you for helping with the gifts, Esther adored them, we are going out again tonight” he said excitedly to you and a big smile, the first of the day, blossomed on your lips.

“I told you, you should trust me more often” you said and he nodded vehemently “If things go this good, I will come to ask you to help me with the ring” he said completely hyped up, bouncing curls everywhere, as you crossed your fingers for him and he repeated the gesture before disappearing again called by his brother who was fed up with his love talks already.

Sara crossed her arms as John’s stare went up to Laszlo’s face, the sudden realisation of his mistake hit him like a bag of bricks. A mix of shame and happiness filling him up. And now the doubt: did he ruined his chances forever? The next morning you came into his office, you never stopped wishing him good morning and being polite, no matter his attitude.

“Y/N” he called you as you were placing your belongings aside. Your surprised look due to his softened tone was unmissable to him.

“Come here, I wish to talk to you”

You grew nervous as he didn’t say much else, so you walked to him sitting on the couch beside him, the one where you shared so many talks not too long before, even if now it felt like an eternity.

“I want to apologise to you” he blurted out all together, no need to move around the topic even though that only affirmation run over you harder than any other phrase.

You didn’t reply, allowing him to proceed.

“I apologise, because I have been selfish and foolish” he said, the fingers of his left hand touching nervously the armchair “I have been mistreating you only because my pride was hurt, I have acted like a man without means and courage.”

You parted your lips but he interrupted you before you could even begin.

“Please, let me finish, I have felt from the beginning a prominent fondness toward you. Your character and your kindness make you a remarkable person, you have the talent of bringing out the best out of most people, me included. But I have misread your ways and pointed your natural disposition to a form of romantic interest directed on me and our common friend Marcus Isaacson”

He was still excluding the possibility of you being attracted to him.

“I thought there was something behind it and I acted like a child instead of asking you directly, and I am ashamed for that”

You stared at him, a little smile creeping onto your lips.

“I think you misread only half of the situation Laszlo, as always you’re too unkind on yourself” you said gathering all the courage you had “because my interest toward you was honest while my relationship with Marcus is nothing by friendly”

Now it was Laszlo’s turn to be silenced, a new realisation creeping into his bones, a hope becoming a possibility.

“And is that honest interest still alive after my despicable ways?”

Your smile grew pulled by the redness spreading on your cheeks.

“Maybe” he interrupted. He didn’t want to wait for your answer, your smile spoke for you “maybe we can further bring this conversation to Delmonico’s, tonight, just the two of us”

Your smile grew bigger, his eyes shining for you.

“It will be my pleasure” you answered only, not knowing a bouquet of carnations was already being delivered at your house to welcome you once you’ll be back.

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