[love in the dark] levi ackerman x f!reader
cw + what to expect: angsty levi thinking heâs not good enough for you, self deprecation, talks of a family and kids, nudity (not sexual), brief mentions of battle scars, swearing, jealousy, alcohol consumption, eventual comfort
levi hated everything he loved about you. you were so loud and talkative and bubbly. always smiling, despite the chaos around you. always caring and laughing and mumbling made-up melodies.
he hated that other people loved those parts of you too. he hated the way erwin would light up when you entered the room, that he somehow found ways to spend more time than needed with you, that hange would tease him playfully about his crush on you, a simple cadet.
but what he hated the most was that he couldnât speak. he couldnât kick the living shit out of erwin and punch hangeâs stupid face, scream how much he loves you.
because you were a cadet. levi was a captain. it was so inappropriate, him breaking every possible rule and code of honour to be with you.
today was a very bad day. many scouts had lost their lives in an expedition to capture two titans for research. the remaining ones needed an uplift, erwin thought. and now squad leaders, captains, scouts and the fucking commander were sitting in a circle drinking wine.
you couldnât handle your alcohol. levi was the first person to introduce you to wine, and then whiskey. that was also the first time levi felt old. how young were you that you had never tasted alcohol before?
he smiled to himself at the memory, but the smile faltered when he looked up to see erwin helping you to a couch. you gracefully thanked your commander, slightly embarrassed at how dizzy you were. petra, your friend, looked between you and the commander, giving you a suggestive wiggle of the brows. that didnât go unnoticed by your captain, whose hand slipped as he poured wine in petraâs glass, turning her white pants a pale hue of red.
something snapped inside of levi as he drank glass after glass of sweet red wine. erwin had so much to offer to you. money, a home, a family. you were listening intently as erwin explained the rules of a card game to you, peering over his shoulder as you sat on the couch and he on the floor.
donât let your head fall on his shoulder. donât let your-
a gasp came from leviâs left. of course it was fucking hange.
âi must be boring you.â erwin chuckled when he realised you were falling asleep. âiâll take you to your dorm.â levi reached the couch with two big steps, protectively standing between you and erwin as you got up.
âiâll take her.â he was throwing daggers at erwin with his gray eyes, and erwin was surprisingly returning the gaze.
âyou donât have to, captain. take your rest today.â erwin was not giving it up. he gave levi a pleading look, as if saying let me have this, friend.
youâre not my fucking friend, replied levi.
âsheâs my soldier, erwin.â you pulled on leviâs jacket, after making sure no one saw. a silent please stop. âlead the way, cadet. you can walk, i assume.â he was cold. more than usual, barely letting you say your good nights to the room.
was he mad at you? you werenât the one making advances, it was erwin. you didnât know how to politely turn your commander down, nor did the alcohol running through your veins allow you to.
âyour room is that way, is it not?â levi stopped sharply, making you hit his back.
âlevi,â when had you ever slept in your room the last two years? âare you mad at me?â
he sighed and turned around, still alert for any guards, or even worse, erwin and hange showing up.
âyouâre drunk.â was all he said before walking again, signaling for you to follow. he was silent the rest of the way, silent as he stepped out of his clothes, silent as he grabbed a towel.
âcan we take a bath together?â you asked hopefully. deep down you had a feeling he would turn you down. levi was always sour after failed expeditions.
âi want to go to sleep tonight, you take too damn long in the bath.â he was right, but the way he said it made it sound like he was accusing you of being a serial killer.
âokay. you go then, i showered before.â you smiled softly and started taking your clothes off to lay on the clean linen sheets.
levi thought about tonight over and over as he sat in the hot water. he didnât mean to snap at you, or be so mean. he was pushing you away and into erwinâs arms.
erwin could give you the world. levi could not.
and you deserved the damn world.
he couldnât help but smile when he saw you taking up the entirety of the bed, stark naked, like you always did.
he loved everything about your body. every curve, every dip, every beauty mark. he loved the healed pink scars on your legs and back, he loved kissing them and caressing them every time you cried that they were ghastly.
he hated what he was about to do.
âdonât you dare.â your voice was quavering. you didnât dare look away from the ceiling.
âdare what?â levi put his boxers on and tried pushing you to the wall so he could lie down. why are you crying?
âdo what youâre about to do, levi.â you moved so he could sit next to you and you both rested your backs on the cold wall.
âif you know what iâm about to do, you also know why.â
âoh, eyebrows is flirting with my girlfriend. time to ruin a perfectly fine two-year relationship.â you were mocking him. he was almost mad at you, but you were trying so hard not to cry.
âthatâs not it.â he muttered. god, he hated talking about these things. âi canâtâŠâ
i canât give you enough.
âcanât what, levi? canât love me anymore?â
âi canât be what you need.â he sighed and turned away. why the fuck were his eyes burning and watering now?
âwhat are you talking about?â
âdo you want kids, y/n?â
you let out a surprised laugh.
âlevi-â
âdo you?â
âwell, yeah. not for like, ten years, but sure.â
âthere you have it.â
âwhat, are you impotent or something?â you tried making light of the situation, because truly, you had no idea how to approach this. so you resorted to humour, hoping levi would snap out of it too.
âno, iâm just not cut out for that family crap.â he was standing up and walking around the room now, and he was making you dizzy. âerwin is, though. erwin wants a family and three children, did you know?â
you did know. you still shook your head no.
âand he has money to raise them. hell, he has a house in the countryside, and servants.â
âwell, good for him. i hope he finds a wife soon.â
âare you fucking stupid, y/n?â you hated when he talked like that. âyouâre 22 years old, god damn it!â
âso?â
âother women your age are already married and have a second kid on the way. not wasting their days away fighting titans, risking their lives!â
âi didnât join the scouts to find a husband, levi!â you were crying. god, he hated it so much. what was he even doing. levi regretted ever opening his mouth.
âdonât you understand, erwin is your way out! youâre wasting your time with me. your life.â
âleviâŠâ now you finally understood. it wasnât that he was jealous of erwin flirting with you. well, that too, but he was jealous of the life erwin was living. âlevi, i love you.â
ây/n, i really donât know what youâre doing with me.â he was sitting down on the edge of the bed, his back to you. you shifted on the bed, until your legs were around his and your cheek resting on his back.
âi know you donât get it, but youâre giving me exactly what i need.â
âand what is that?â
your hand fell on top of his, and you intertwined your fingers before he could take it away.
âyou give me life, levi. and thatâs more than i could ask for. i know youâre scared that youâll die, or i will, but thatâs our purpose. i joined the scouts knowing the risks.â
âi just want you to live properly. peacefully.â
âso be my peace.â you whispered in his ear and got up, sitting down again on his lap. âand donât ever think youâre not good enough for me.â
âi know iâm not, y/n.â
âi donât care, then. i love you, i donât want to lose this, ever. i donât care that iâm too young, or at child-bearing age or whatever other stupid crap youâll come up with.â he smiled softly at you, letting his forehead fall against yours.
âpromise you wonât die, then?â you giggled and kissed the tip of his nose before replying.
âi promise.â
âi love you.â
âgood. donât ever do that shit again, levi.â
âdonât swear.â he muttered and guided you to lie down, still on top of him. you could feel your heartbeats turn to one as you lay in silence. âiâm sorry, y/n.â
âthatâs okay. just know i wouldnât trade you for anything. for anyone.â
âreally?â his arms tightened around you. a form of saying, me neither. youâre my everything.
âyeah, i like my men to have thin eyebrows.â
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will start repubing some recs! it rarely happens because I am very picky when it comes to the fics I read but tis the season to be in a very bellamy mood.
In the Mountains Shadow
summary: in which he comforts you.
tags: panic attacks. ptsd. hurt/comfort.
w/c: 1.1k.
a/n: no one will ever convince me that the 100 delinquents that were sent the earth, and the subsequent 48 of them that survived mount weather don't have serious ptsd. none of them are okay.
In the late afternoon hours, there was no peace to be foundânot for her.
The feeling had come from nowhere, starting so small that she hadn't even noticed it before it crashed against the shore of her emotions, where it shattered into a thousand pieces, and infected her blood. If she could, she'd pull the blood from her veins to stop the feeling.
She was breathing in shallow gasps as she stared at that mountain of deathâits shadow looming over her, blocking out the sun until she felt swallowed by darkness. She clutched the handle of the rover to ground herself; her fingers wound so tightly around it that they ached; and her legs wobbled and threatened to give out.
It was getting harder to breathe. It felt like someone had punched her in the chest, grabbed her heart, and squeezed the air from her lungs. Why had she agreed to come back? She never wanted to see this place again, not after...
She gasped loudly and suddenly.
The memories assaulted her all at once, without warning or mercy. The humming of the drill replayed in her ears, a haunting melody that accompanied her torment. Pain scored through her limbs, radiating from the scars on her thighs. Screams echoed around herâRaven's, Abby's, and her own. She could hear Marcus begging and pleading with Cage to stop, insisting that they would donate their bone marrow.
Her stomach twisted into knots, threatening to bring her breakfast up and dump it on the ground right there beside the rover. Waterfall tears fell from her eyes, streaking down her cheeks, leaving her vision blurred. Her body shuddered as a sob welled up in her chest.
"Bellamy..."
Her voice was impossibly soft, so full of fear as the memories of her time inside the mountain continued their relentless assault. She reached out blindly for him, needing something real and warm to hold ontoâsomeone to ground her in the storm that was threatening to undo her. "I don't think I can do this."
She hated this place; no, that was too kind of a word. She loathed this place with every fibre of her being and with every beat of her broken heart.
The mountain was filled with so much needless deathânot only the mountain men and grounders but their own as well. Another sob spewed from her trembling lipsâthe sound gut-wrenching, cutting the dark-haired man to the coreâas she remembered being trapped on level five while guards took her friends one by one. They had fought. They had screamed. They had run. None of it mattered in the end.
She remembered Fox's face when they'd found her after everything had been said and done. The blank look in her eyes, the blood dripping from her mouth, the expression etched upon her features, forever frozen in time.
"Oh god."
And then he was there.
Strong hands grabbed her shoulders and dragged her into the shelter of his body, where she buried her face against his chest, hiding from the world just as she'd done when he found her wandering the halls of the mountain. He felt her ball his shirt in her trembling hands, the material being pulled taunt across his back as her tears soaked the front. Bellamy held her tightly as the tears shuddered through her body. He wanted to cry with her, to break down and be weak, but he couldn't.
They had all been broken by the mountain, left tired and scared, but he couldn't break down. He had to be strong when the delinquents couldn't be; he'd bear it so that they didn't have to.
PTSD ran wild through the survivors of the one hundred, all forty-eight of them, and no amount of talking or time would help. Sure, their wounds would heal and scar, but the psychological traumaâthe tormentâwould remain with them every day until they died. None of them would be okay again.
"She doesn't have to go," Bellamy said, his voice gentle as he patted her head, running his fingers through her hair in a soothing gesture. She didn't have to do this, and he wouldn't make her; he wouldn't let anyone make her.
There was a very strong loyalty that Bellamy felt for the delinquents in particular. He had a great deal to make up for, and going into Mount Weather to save them barely covered it. He would go in again, alone; he could find the things that would make their lives on post-apocalyptic-and-current-apocalyptic earth more comfortable.
Her breath was wild and erratic, impossible to catch. Inside, her lungs were burning, desperate for air, as she sobbed and hyperventilated against his chest. She clung to him without shame, her arms wrapped around his torso. He was the only thing that kept her grounded when the trauma threatened to consume her. "I can't, Bell, I can't." She repeated the words, babbling mindlessly.
She remembered how peaceful the mountain had seemed and how utterly perfect it wasâa paradise found in a world trying to destroy them. She had loved being inside Mount Weather. All the history at her fingertips, real food, a soft bed, and books!
There had been so many books.
It was home.
Until Clarke pointed out the flaws and inconsistencies, and then the bubble burst. The mountain men's secrecy had come to light, and the superficial charm of Cage Wallace had peeled away like a snake's skin. She remembered Clarke escaping and how hopeless she'd felt while still trapped inside. But most of all, she remembered the feeling of the cuffs around her wrists and anklesâhow her skin had been rubbed raw, cut open, and her bones drilled into.
She had been left devastated. Even the whirring of a power tool at Camp Jaha would send her into a panic. There was no concern that she was appearing weak in front of Bellamy. There was only a fear that she might not escape the mountain alive this time.
Bellamy waved for the others to go on ahead, ignoring their concerned stares. When one of them took a tentative step forward, his arms tightened around her, iron bands of muscle pressing her into his body. Above her, he shook his head, silently telling them not to look or touch.
He knew her; he saw her.
And he knew that comfort from anyone else, especially one of the adults that had been responsible for sending one hundred children to earth, would only break the little resolve she was holding onto. So Bellamy held her as she cried; he let her bury her face against his chest and hide from the world. And when her legs gave out, he went to the ground with her, and he held her still.
"I promise you're not alone," he whispered, his lips pressed against the crown of her head, his own heart breaking. He pulled her closer, held her tighter. "You'll never be alone again."
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liking someone makes me absolutely miserable
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girl do you have a masterlist? Iâm dying to read all your work related to the sturnilio triplets. Itâs sooo goood!
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oh yuh, update. not much of my opinion changed tbh.
love the conrad angst within the last two episodes, but i feel like they were more entertaining than the whole season.
also steven listening to the diss was my fav scene.
omg, is it that boring? i havenât seen the new season yet but iâve seen a few clips and heard some people talking about it and such. damn, i love both fisher boys as i have two stories for the series. i heard tho that steven and taylor are a couple now, ig?
thereâs cute little moments within the season and some good angsty parts, but i feel it honestly gets no where and the season ending is just mid. last season was better. steven and taylor i think are so cute and the best part of the season.
i think it could just be a filler season type thing to just build up for next season. i also liked jeremiah better last season, this season i just canât stand him.
itâs all personal opinion though đŻđŻ anyways
EDIT: i also havenât watched the 7th episode yet, i thought #6 was the last episode đđ
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Can we get a smart Peter Pan on God and like the Peter Pan from2003 like can we get it in smut on God like I would love to see that where the reader loses her virginity Peter Pan
bro WHAT đ
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lorenzoâs luck.
pairings. mobster!slytherin boys x fem!reader
about. in which itâs been a rough couple of weeks and lorenzo is facing the heat of it all.
warnings. swearing, a beating,
ricky rocks. okay, new idea sense iâve been watching the sopranos lately and writing generic slytherin boys is getting boring for me rn⊠also iâve been seeing some stuff abt lorenzo on tiktok and even something on here and i think i characterized him totally wrong? but also not because i read the book (but not really) he originally came from and he didnât seem as sweet and innocent as people play him as. idk, iâll stick to what i have now but lmk what yâall think ig
everything and everyone was on edge.
for the past two weeks the feds had been down your neck, jeopardizing your whole lifestyle and way of work.
everyone was in a pissy mood because of itâbecause when the feds were on your ass, that meant having to be careful, and your job was hard thing to be careful about when every move you made was highly incriminating. so when being careful, you barely got to work, and no work meant no profit.
it was hard to specify exactly what you did.
you were a mobster.
there it is, in the simplest form.
there was a lot of pressure in being one, especially when law enforcement was there to make things ten times harder.
and it wasnât only affecting you, but entirety of your group;
âyouâre a fuckinâ idiot, lorenzo, you realize that? take a fuckinâ look at yourself in the mirror and stare at something that isnât just your face and realize youâre a fool,â mattheoâs voice erupts so suddenly through the air, startling all of you. âget your shit together.â
it was already starting. you, theodore, blaise, lorenzo, and mattheo had just barely taken a step into one of the many backrooms of the businesses mattheoâs father owned when the composure came fumbling down.
lorenzo had just barely sat his ass in one of the leather seats when the attention was pinned to him, âjesus, whatâs up youâre ass m?â he laughs, but you can tell itâs a nervous one. âjesus.â
you glance to theodore who winces at the response like it was his own. that was the worst possible thing to say, especially to mattheo, especially right now where his anger and frustration was at an all time high.
you can see that anger pulse through his skin in a spike as he finally seems to processes lorenzoâs antagonizing words.
oh boy.
âfuckinâ saved your ass, enzo. you know what my fathers saying? that youâre a loose fucking cannon and i need to let you go,â he has his hand raised, shaking it in his face. âand you know what? we donât let people go. thereâs no such thing as letting someone go in our business. thatâs a rare ever occurrence.â
letting someone go is disposing them. taking them out to the back and putting them down like a dog.
âget your head on straight and donât you forget that you wouldnât be here without me, because youâd be dead.â
âyou act like youâre so fucking clear minded,â he huffs, leaning his head against the palm of hand.
that was enough.
mattheo swings himself around, throwing his fist into the face of enzo as hard as he can. you flinch at the sound of enzoâs nose cracking beneath the contact of mattheo's knuckles. you feel yourself tense up at the noise not letting up, but rather playing over and over, filling the room with ugly sounds of punches fill the room.
âmattheo-â
your call out is cut off as theodore takes your shoulder, pulling you back, âdonât.â
âheâs going to kill him.â
âhe wonât,â he pulls you even closer and further away from the violent scene unfolding before you all, tightening his grip. âlorenzoâs too viable.â
he was right. even as enzo was a loose canon, he brought in a lot of profit and kept his end clean⊠for the most part.
lo was too salient for mattheo to kill, but his loud mouth was enough to tip mattheo over the edge.
it was a perfect way for him to blow off steam; beating in the face of his friend.
***
âdonât you look like a dime.â
itâs been a week since mattheo went on his little rampage, and you were now just seeing lorenzo in his healing state.
youâre smiling up at him, pinching his cheek as he rolls his eyes to your attention, âyeah, yeah, get off my back.â
he looked far from a dime; his nose was broken causing both his eyes to sport dark rings of bruising around them while the lining of his jaw was turning a dark purple and yellow.
âyou and mattheo civil now?â
âdefine your idea of civil.â
âwell, youâre not dead, so I assume you two are as civil as civil gets in mattheoâs terms.â
he scoffs, âyeah, well, letâs hope mattheo and his father are on the same page and I donât end up dead in the next week.â
over a month ago, some of lorenzoâs boys hijacked a truck everyone was told specifically not to mess with despite the fair amount of profit that could come from it. and unfortunately, they dug themselves an already deep hole, deeper by obtaining the truck through a casualty.
lorenzo had received the blame, despite it having nothing to do with him other than the men being under his supervision and responsibility. he had to pay for it, and he didâŠ
âyouâre on the higher end of things, he wonât kill you.â
âthatâd be the exact reason for him to kill me,â lorenzo corrects you. âIâm on the higher end for a reason, i canât fuck up.â
you press your lips into a thin line at the thought of his words. mattheoâs beating mustâve really enlightened lorenzo because there was rarely ever a moment you caught him in such a grave mood where he was so in touch with reality.
his attitude on life was light and so unserious; you were unsure on how mattheo even recruited him when that was the exact opposite that this job sought out for. but then again, the boy recruited all of you.
âthen donât fuck up,â he laughs lightly, but itâs caught in the back of his throat. âagain.â
âgreat advice, y/l/n,â he glances at you, âreally got that one on the nose.â
âdonât be a douche,â you slap him lightly. âI donât know what you want me to say, lo. youâre alive, youâll stay that way too as long as you donât press your luck.â
âhard to press my luck when I donât have any in the first place.â
you gaze at the side of his face, attempting to gage the general emotion or even thought process going through his head, but there was nothing. not even his usual perma-smile could be found.
***
âsomeone approached me awhile ago-â
âwho?â
âdoesnât matter whoâa clients girlfriend,â lorenzo is anxious, pacing back and forth before all of you in the backyard of mattheoâs home. âi was offered a deal.â
you wince immediately.
lorenzo had collected the whole lot of you; everyone except mattheo. you all sat on his back deck, fixating between the full beautiful greenery backyard of the riddle home and lorenzo, who hadn't spoken till now.
a deal.
he shouldâve stopped there.
âa deal?â blaise arched a brow, now leaning on his forearms that rest on his knees. âwhat kind of deal?â
you all knew exactly what type of deal it was.
enzoâs eyes donât reach any yours, but heâs stopped pacing, wondering whether he should really speak it now.
donât say it.
âimmunity,â he says it flat out, bringing truth to all of your thoughts. but he doesnât seem ashamed to this with the way he looks at each and every one of you in the eye finally. âshe said once we all get impounded, thereâs a way out for me.â
once. not if.
âi tell them everything. i rat every single one of you out and iâm given immunity.â
you all look up at him like heâs crazy. and he is; to be speaking like this to a bunch of mobstersâthreatening the entirety of their life and business is crazy.
âwe get thirty years plus. thereâs no doubt. they get us and weâre already laid in our graves before trial because what weâve done is absurd-â
âare you saying youâre a rat, berkshire?â
âno,â he shakes his head fast. âno, not at all.â
âthatâs not what iâm hearing,â draco shakes his head. âiâm hearing youâre getting nervous with all this recent snooping of the feds and youâre fuckinâ rat.â
âfuck off, malfoy. iâm just telling you what i was told. iâm not a goddamn rat. iâd have to be mental to give up all weâve done-â his hand finds his forehead and heâs pacing again. âfuck if i even remember half of it.â
youâre all back to silence, thinking about this. rat or not, this did not look good for him.
your eyes suddenly settle on the light and distant bruising under enzoâs eyes; finally healing. you think about mattheo beating in his face over and over, and then you think about what heâd do if he ever found out about lorenzoâs offer.
âthey have a lot of shit on mattheo.â
you all look back up to lorenzo now, a certain interest now crossing each of you again.
âwhat type of shit exactly?â
âtype of shit you donât get parole with⊠or out of jail for that matter,â he looks even more stressed than before. âshe said the rest of you could have chances of a life after serving. not him.â
this wasnât a surprise. mattheo always had a quality that none of you did when it came to getting things done; something sociopathic. he always took risk without question of consequence. he moved in silence, he didnât hesitate, didnât think, he always got things done faster than all of you combined.
so if mattheo did something beyond all of your usual tasks, you wouldnât be surprised.
âi mean that makes sense, mattyâs been at this longer than the rest of us,â you reasoned it out, only to be stopped immediately.
âno, you donât understand,â enzo shook his head.
âwhat exactly are we not understanding here, enzo? you seem to know something, so why donât you just spit it out,â theodore sits up, speaking for once. thereâs obvious annoyance and distaste in his mouth as he stares at the boy before you with a narrowed look.
lorenzo pauses, looking back at him with the same look. you can tell thereâs a thought process behind his eyes, and his anxiousness is slowly melting away.
âyou know, where do you guys think this is all going? genuinely. you think weâre going to spend the next couple of months running clubs, collecting money, and beating up the occasional person thatâs late on their payments for fun?â lorenzo has turned sour, looking at each of you almost as if he hates you all for your ignorance. âthis is for life, and weâre only at the beginning point.â
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If i knew you irl we would be besties âïž I love your fics sm !! â€ïžâ€ïž
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hell v heaven.
pairings. harry bingham x fem!reader
about. reader gets scolded by her friend only for harry to defend her
warnings. swearing
from ricky's mailbox to yours. I don't expect anything from this, I just wanted to post because I miss this damn show
west ham was always ordinarily boring and filled to the brim with people who had their pockets filled with more than enough money to know what to do with.
your life was a repetitive process and ran on a schedule that really never changed unless you chose to eat breakfast for once in your life, which you never really did--or take your mom up on the offer to go on walksâwhich you also really never did.
the day you got off that bus and found no parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, or even siblings was a day you couldnât help but sigh in relief with finding a loss of obligations and responsibilities. you felt a lift from your shoulders and a greatness fill your chest as you finally let go and fell from your schedule.
but it wasnât funny and you were no longer having any fun the moment you discovered your situation was permanent and a forest had overgrown all roads and tracks out of this new found nightmare of yours.
âyou think god's trying to teach us a lesson?â you looked up from your book seeing your friend maddie who had her lips pressed into a thin line, still trying to figure out this whole predicament.
even as this was a nightmare and you werenât used to change, you found yourself leaning away from getting caught up in caring so much or getting too emotional about it. you figured you could be in worse situations and at least you were still alive.
âi donât think itâs that deep,â you mumbled carelessly, flipping the page to your book, not sparing another glance to her till she stands up with a huff and grumble, clenching and unclenching her fists while exiting harryâs living room.
but then she felt herself flipping around, facing you and your slightly confused expression, âwhatâs your problem?â
you frowned a little deeper as she stood before you with her poised posture, seeming more angered than you had ever seen her, âwhat?-â you shared a look with harry who seemed just as lost as you did before she cut you off.
âbecause ever since we discovered weâre trapped here it seems like you couldnât give a damn and itâs really pissing me off,â she exhaled roughly with her chest puffing in and out with air, like she had been waiting a long time to say this. âyouâre not here for anyone and i havenât heard you cry once either, y/n.â
âyou want me.. you want me to cry?â you raised an eyebrow, slightly taken aback.
âyes, y/n, because iâm really close to thinking youâre a sociopath-â
âwoah, woah, woah, maddieâ harry shook his head with his lips deeply curved downwards, âshut up.â
âdonât tell me to âshut upâ harry.â
âdonât be a cunt, maddie,â he scoffs, looking at her as if she were a fool. his stare is harsh and she even slowly begins to feel like one with how hard and taunting his eyes are.
if harry had a skill in something, it'd be his way of looking down on people and making them feel his disgust and repulsion toward them. harry had to be one of the most arrogant people you had met, but at least his arrogance came in handy in situations where you needed defense.
"whatever, harry," she rolls her eyes at him, trying to push off the sickening feeling he pushed on to her. "you two deserve each other, especially if you're both enjoying this little vacation we were gifted."
harry sits in the grey chair maddie previously sat in, "you okay?"
"yeah, I'm good."
âyou sure?â
you look up to him, finally meeting his dialed in expression that was genuine and curious to your well being.
strange.
it was things like this that gave you somewhat joy that you no longer had a schedule, that kept you from hating your new reality.
west ham turning upside down revealed a lot about your fellow classmates and even best friendâs character, as seen seconds ago. you couldnât decipher whether or not you found joy in the fact of that, but right now, with harry sitting across from you and close to reach out to you, was something you knew you enjoyed.
before, in your tight knit schedule, harry didnât fit in it. he was only a family friend you saw at birthdays and conjoined vacations since the beginning of your memory, but nothing more.
âyeah, iâm sure,â you pressed your lips into a thin line.
âi donât think she understands people handle grief differently,â he looks sympathetic but drops any attempt to move closer with a reach of comfort upon realization that you were really fine.
âyou think iâm in grief?â
he pauses, doesnât look at you for a minute with silence as he narrows his eyebrows before looking up to meet your eyes, âi mean, arenât we all?â
arenât we all?
jesus, maybe you were a sociopath.
âi-uh-â
ây/n,â he stops you, shaking his hand. âwhen-when my father died, i didnât think it was real. all these people came up to me, your parents, all would walk up, apologize, offer their condolences, but i never really understood. what was the big deal?âjust a death, right?â
he offers an awkward smile with a glance through his eyelashes, before looking back to his carpet, âthing was, i didnât realize that that death, was my fathers deathâi mean i did, my body didnât. i was in denial.â
silence. you both think about his words.
the way he spoke was really smart--it surprised you that it was him that they were coming from. not only did you start to enjoy his company, but his words...
âi shouldnât have-â
âno,â you cut him from his potential regret in sharing. you knew that took a lot from him. âmaybe you're right⊠or maybe maddie is. maybe i really am a sociopath.â
"y/n, that's an insane thing to say," he shakes his head, still looking down, but now at his hands as he begins to rub them together. "everyone handles grief differently," he repeats, "especially something like this; especially something that feels nowhere near real."
you stare at harry, blinking, while he stares back at you with a thin-lipped smile. you felt your chest tighten to an extreme as you continued to watch, thinking about his words that tumble around in your head. you somehow couldn't grasp it; the reassurance. but rather... you were more hung up on the matter that it was him saying such kind words to you.
everyone knew harry was the biggest asshole in west ham and he had no shame in it. everyone would call you a liar is you ever exposed the conversation; harry didn't have a nice bone in his body, so how was it that he had just created one of the nicest convos you had ever had with anyone?
your chest pulls into a ball even more. you feel like you can't breathe.
what was happening to you?
you hadn't felt a pang of sadness till now.
"you okay?"
you hate that question.
"yeah, i'm okay."
"you sure?" he's leaning towards you, his eyes prying.
you feel the pressure intensify, but this time around your eyes as if something had the need to be forced out.
fuck, not now.
"y/n, woah," he's quick to come closer to you, now kneeling before you with his hands on your face.
âi shouldnât be crying-â
he shushes you as he tries his best to clear your face from the salty tears that begin to run down your cheeks like a hill. he smiles lightly to your embarrassment while shaking his head, âcrying is fine.â
âi feel bad.â
âfor what?â
âharry, i donât even feel bad about them being gone,â you sniff, wiping your face from the wetness quickly. âi feel bad about you and your father and everything.â
âoh?â he seems caught off guard about this, taking a step back from your distraught stare. âwhy?â
you stare over at him with wide doe eyes, something that looks like fear for the matter of having to provide an explanation. you glance to the side, also leaning away from him, bracing yourself to answer. you feel even more choked up, like your throat had been clogged and stuffed with toilet paper--or whatever it was to help you not speak.
"my parents-" you sniff, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. "god, I hated my parents--so I'm not sorry that I'm not sad about something that is ultimately a blessing... but I am sorry that this has happened to you... all of you."
he stares. he feels as if he's about to explode.
"I'm sorry, harry--that you had to lose your father and your mother as fast as you did," you shake your head, "I'm sorry that you think that that's how I feel about my own parents."
why does he feel like this?
his hand is mid air, reaching to clasp his chest as if consoling his heart, but it doesn't goes as far to make contact.
he feels strange. he doesn't know how to cope with someone he has known for so long revealing what must have been the biggest burden on their shoulders, hidden in plain sight from him, as well as gushing about sympathy for him--he hates that.
as for the other thing; harry had known you since the beginning of time, he knew your parents since the beginning of time. you were both absorbed within the same lifestyle but the two of you were never anything more than acquaintances.
he found it strange that he could see your life so clearly like it was his own, but it seemed that was only the surface of a glass window that only you and your family allowed people to see.
"y/n, you're not a sociopath," he finally says, "sociopaths don't feel sympathy for other people. you're just in a difficult situation that no kid will understand because their parents are their heroes."
he pinches the bridge of his nose, finally looking up to you, "you also shouldn't feel bad for me."
you looked at him confused, urging him to explain.
"none of us are saints, y/n. somehow i think we all deserve this," he runs a hand down the front of his face. "you... you're just somehow better than the rest of us, this is a vacation god has granted you."
you stifle a laugh, shaking your head.
he smiles in return before dropping his face into a softer expression, reaching for your hand, "you good?"
"yeah, i'm good," you nod.
"good," he squeezes your hand. "enjoy heaven while you have it."
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i need more george mackay content
i am all for it!! just need inspo/requests/little ideas if any of you have any đđ
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omg, is it that boring? i havenât seen the new season yet but iâve seen a few clips and heard some people talking about it and such. damn, i love both fisher boys as i have two stories for the series. i heard tho that steven and taylor are a couple now, ig?
thereâs cute little moments within the season and some good angsty parts, but i feel it honestly gets no where and the season ending is just mid. last season was better. steven and taylor i think are so cute and the best part of the season.
i think it could just be a filler season type thing to just build up for next season. i also liked jeremiah better last season, this season i just canât stand him.
itâs all personal opinion though đŻđŻ anyways
EDIT: i also havenât watched the 7th episode yet, i thought #6 was the last episode đđ
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we need more conrad fisher pls
bro i want to write more for him, but also was it just me or was this season kind of boring? like i was more entertained by steven and whatâs her face than belly and her boy issues.
anyways iâll think of something :)
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I randomly stumbled upon all the mighty ducks Adam banks fics youâve made and they are so cute, didnât know I needed to read mighty ducks fics till now!
thank you!! theyâre so fun to write, iâm glad you also enjoy them
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your fics are too damn good đ im obsessed
thank you đđđ
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babe youâve gotta start writing for blaise:((!!! ur writing is so good
omg, i will!! i have like a single draft on him though so if any of you have requests/ideas, hit me with them
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just binged through all of your slytherin boys stuff after rediscovering your account and it really had me giggling and twirling my hair
i just be like that. got myself like that sometimes when writing:
and thank you đ
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