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delicate-cupcake · 3 months

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Love Letter From Your Future Spouse

Hello everybody 🌹

Here is another PAC for you guys enjoy it my beautiful people.

Close your eyes and take a deep breath then choose your pile intuitively:)

Pile 1 ---- Pile 2 ---- Pile 3 ----

Pile 4 ---- Pile 5 ---- Pile 6

Pile 1

Hello m'lady

I love you because you actually put effort into me I love you because nobody has ever given me the love that you have given me and you are the only one that would ever love me this way. I love you because you always make me feel that I am worth something I love you because you have a nurturing nature and you take care of me because you made me smile when I almost forgot how to. I love you because you have a huge and honest heart. I love you and every little thing about you. I love you because you are simply you.

If nothing else I hope you know that I love you with everyone ounce of my being I hope you realise your importance not only to me but to everyone who has been lucky enough to know you I hope you know that when you are feeling down I pray for your happiness I hope you remember that no matter what I am here for you and I always will be I won't leave you I am in your life forever I am not going anywhere I hope you recognise the fact that I appreciate and adore you and that this will never change I love you unconditionally

Pile 2

Mi amor,

I love you enough to fight for you, compromise for you enough to miss you deeply no matter the length of time or how far apart we are enough to believe in our relationship to stand by your side to hold your hand through the ups and downs to have faith and strength in our relationship to never give up on you I love you enough to spend forever with you each day I fall more in love with you making me realise no amount of time is ever enough and even one day forever will run out but I have decided that will be fine because getting to love you is worth it And no babes I am not going to lose feelings no I am not going to find someone better no I am not going to cheat on you and no I am not going to leave you I have already made up my mind I want you and only you No one else because to me you are my kind of perfect.

Pile 2 I think you require a lot of reassurance. Don't worry. this person will always be ready to hear you and give you reassurance

Pile 3

My Honeybee 🐝,

I am going to love you I am going to love you in our weakest moment to our strongest ones. I'm going to love you when you are happy and I am going to still love you the most when you are sad. Don't you understand? I am here and I am not going anywhere I want to love you each and every piece of you I want you with your imperfections as much as I want you for you and I am always going to want you and always going to be here loving you with my everything. Because I see it I see getting married , moving in together , cuddling on the couch , waking up to good morning kisses , having arguments , making up after , cooking our favourite food , smiling for no reason , annoying each other , when we are bored having the cutest little babies *not them trying to be funny*, watching them grow up and never leaving each other's side.

Pile 4

Love of my life ❤️,

My dreams came true when I met and fell in love with you what is even more amazing is that we are now building dreams together I cannot thank you enough for coming into my life and making it what it is today. We are perfectly in perfect I love how we are beautiful together and that we continue to help each other become stronger and better both as individuals and as a couple I learn everyday from you you are so genuine and courageous I admire and love so much about you and I can't wait to spend the rest of life with you. And trust me when I say that I did not just fall in love with your body yet your soul I fell in love with the way you look at me with your eyes full of joy the way you smile when you talk about animals that you adore the way that your hair flies in the wind like they have mind of their own the way that you walk the way you speak so politely and calmly the way you love unconditionally and without a request I fell in love with all your flaws so hard that no one could save me

Pile 5

Babes,

I wish I could explain in words how much I love you but I can't because there aren't any words to describe the love I feel for you I miss you also but I am not going to let the distance keep me from loving you even if it's from afar I want you to know that I will always be there for you I will be your shoulder to lean on your distraction when you want to escape and everything else in between I know we have got a long road ahead of us but I am willing to stick it through. And I hope you are as willing too no matter the bad that has happened or will happen always remember that you are so special to me and have a special place in my heart , in my mind I don't know how you see our future but I am going to share my vision with you

We will go out on our own little adventures going places you have always wanted to go but of course we will come back home to see our family and friends whenever you'd like. We will get married and have our first apartment together we will have all the adorable dogs and cats that you want under a reasonable number of course I will constantly be surprising you with gifts and love and I will promise you everyday the same thing. One word. Forever

Pile 6

Baby,

I want you to understand that love was never meant to be easy people fight people make mistakes people walk out and then run back but when it comes to love there is no limit to what you do for one another to protect to provide to profess it's a lot harder to stay together then to fall apart, but for our love for one another being unconditional will make it worth every second But I want you to know and understand that at the end of the day I want it to be you and me I want your early mornings I want your late night I want you on your good days even more on your bad it is like I am yours the way the sea belongs to the moon the way the moon belongs to the sky and even if the jealous stars break and shatter upon the Milky way I will still see heaven in your eyes. *This is a poem written by Mark Anthony*

Thank you so much for reading this PAC. Please remember that this is only for entertainment purposes.

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nanivinsmoke · 6 months

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Bestfriend’s Toy

Gojo x F!Reader

had to reupload because tumblr found my og picture nsfw. baby that’s what I write here! anyways, enjoy ~

summary ~ gojo uses you as his toy, whenever, where ever he wants. gojo x f!reader

warnings ~ dom, sub, dominate male, sub reader, cream pies, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, breeding, public sex, exhibitionism and more!

the sound of squelching and loud creaks of the bed vibrated throughout the room. their bodies moved in sync as they indulged in one another. her moans were muffled by her pink laced panties that the male had put into her mouth, as he pounded her cunt sloppy.

he was underneath her, supporting her from the top, as he jackhammered her hard; her wetness making a white slippery mess on his cock. her legs were weak and wobbly, yet she was taking his dick perfectly. “mmm. take my load. yeah?” she nodded her head quickly, feeling another orgasm approaching.

he pounded faster and harder, his mushroom tip kissing her spot each time. his warm thick load pooled inside of her as his stroke became sloppy. her eyes began to roll back and that feeling came in her stomach once again, but before she could enjoy it he pulled out of her immediately, making tears brim her eyes and whimpers muffling against the fabric.

he chuckled and pulled her panties out, letting her speak her mind, “gojo…..” she whined looking at him with sad eyes, wanting to feel complete. “what’s the matter, doll?” he teased as he grabbed his boxers, knowing exactly what she wanted. “please…please let me finish,” she begged and spread her thick thighs, which let his kids flow out of her.

“my toys don’t get to finish. now be a good cum dump and put those back on, you’re wasting it” he pointed at the pink garments lying next to her, before he continued to get dressed.

y/n and gojo were best friends. they met in college and did everything together, even working at the same job as each other. one night during a game of strip poker, y/n had the winning streak but the tables turned in gojo’s favor, which ended up having the game end up as a tie. as a tie breaker he suggested something different, something that changed their relationship forever. to make that long and lewd story short, they ended up being a six and a nine that night, seeing who could cum first. he was the loser that time, but seeing how well she could make him cum loads, he decided on making her his fuck toy and she obliged.

“your receipt is in the bag, enjoy your day. beautiful” the customers squealed and smiled as Gojo flirted with them, exiting the store while giggling and talking about how cute he was. while he was putting their cash into the drawer, he glanced over at the girl that was crouching next to him, shivering and whimpering as the toy that was inserted inside her went rampant inside her hole.

“you didn’t make any noise, good girl. as your reward, im going to turn the toy off for now. in the meantime, you can go stock the shelves” his blue eyes trailed over to the next customer walking into their convenience store and a smirk appeared on his face.

waddling over to an isle, y/n moved slow as she was still weak from being overstimulated a few minutes ago. her panties were soaked with her fluids, making it uncomfortable for her to move around, she had came so much she was sure he drained her. but, the thought of being caught, the thought of someone hearing the buzzing of the toy, the thought of someone finding out what she was doing; made her blush. gojo had brought out a side she didn’t know she had. she liked it.

the customer that entered the store looked around puzzled, not able to find what they were looking for, which made the white haired male smile. he knew exactly what to do, “you need help miss?” his smile seemed genuine, but it was hardly that. “oh im looking for this,” the woman pointed at her phone and that cause gojo’s smile to widen more. “ah yes, that’s down that aisle. there should be a woman down there that can help you,” his smile was bright and the woman nodded her head.

“miss? can you help me find something that im looking for?” the woman’s voice called out to y/n who turned around and nodded with a smile, slowly waddling over to her. “Oh, that’s over he—OH!” gojo had turned on the toy once again, putting it on the highest setting. “are yoh alright miss–oh my god!” y/n had dropped to her knees, as the orgasm came upon her. the orgasm she so desperately needed caused her legs to go weak. her breathing picked up and her mind went blank.

“oh my! sorry about her, she hadn’t slept much. here! this is on the house. Im going to take care of her for a bit. thanks for stopping at our store” gojo handed the woman the item she was looking for before picking y/n’s body up and making his way to the back room. when the two were finally alone, she was still in her daze as gojo stared at her with a smirk with the remote in hand. “how many times did you cum?”

her eyes fluttered up to his, “five times…” she replied weakly and he chuckled before turning off the toy with the remote. he swiftly pulled down his zipper and pushed his hard cock through the hole and with no hesitation he slipped y/n’s panties to the side; his pink tip at her slick entrance before he stopped. his blue crystal eyes met her’s for a brief moment, before she looked away and bucked her hips closer to him and pushed him inside. “shit! attagirl. taking me so well”

her wetness immediately coated his dick, creating a film of cream over it, “you came again didn’t you?” he already knew the answer as he felt her walls contract around him. she nodded weakly her eyes fixtated on the door behind them, her ears perked up when she heard the store’s door chime on the opposite side of the door. “oh? you got excited didn’t you? let’s make sure they can hear you take this dick”

he slammed his hips foreward, pushing himself deeper inside of her making her yelp out. He continued this action more, loving the noises she finally decided to let out. “mmm. so fucking sexy, I can do it inside?” he groaned softly, stroking in and out of her sopping wet cunt. she nodded frantically hearing the customers call out for them.

gojo’s strokes became sloppier and fast paced, and his dick twitched inside of her. y/n’s orgasm came crashing down on her hard, her body twitched and her back arched, “YES!” gojo let out his load inside of her, his thick white semen dripped out of her when he pulled out.

“you know I’m going to punish you later for cumming so much, right? now, let’s go see what they want”

#gojo x you #jujutsu gojo #gojo smut #jujutsu kaisen gojo #gojo x reader #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #gojou satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen satoru #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #gojo x y/n

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mirohlayo · 5 months

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ALWAYS | CL16

inspired by the song always - daniel caesar

( charles and you broke up 6 months ago. but no matter what, he'll still love you forever. )

warning : sad, angst, heartbreaking (i'm sorry for that 💔)

word count : 1.7k

!! english not my first language !!

it still hurts. time passes but the memories remains. they remain profoundly anchored in his heart, in his head, and every day he hopes these tender and precious memories will never fade away.

maybe he's wrong for thinking like that. maybe he's wrong for losing his head over you.

maybe if time elapses rapidly, maybe if enough time passes, he will see you again. and you both will laugh together, heart fulfills with joy, never forgetting how much you were made for each other.

and he knows deep inside that he can't deny it. that there'll always be, no matter what happens, a place for you by his side, this same place that you sorrowfully left six months ago. this place will always be reserved for you, because he promised it to you, because he finally knows nobody will never occupy it the way you did.

laboriously lying down on his bed, charles closes his eyes. the moon softly shines in the nocturnal sky, skimming his hollow cheekbones. the light dimly illuminates his dark circles under his eyes, as if it had been an eternity since he last tasted a peaceful sleep.

it's night. and for those last six months, he found comfort in nighttime. because there is this quiet atmosphere, not a single noise disturbs him, apart from the unremitting sounds of the cars' motors which turn around his monaco building. he feels alone there, and that perfectly contrasts with this sensation you caused him since your departure. he terribly feels abandoned, lost and alone. like the moon is neglected among the billions of stars behind her.

and he closes his eyes. he wants to sleep. he wants to dream. he wants to dream about her, maybe to forget or maybe to remember. but he definitely doesn't do it on purpose, sometimes he dreams about you. because maybe that's what the night is for : arrange to meet the ones we love.

because he truly loved you. genuinely and profoundly. he fell very hard for you. and that since he first laid eyes on you. his heart rose when he saw you, his cheeks became hot when you smiled to him. his eyes were full of love and affection. it was as if he laid eyes on the most beautiful thing. and it was you.

his heart, his soul never stopped to love you. his body burns of love and desire for you, and all his being beg you to come back to him, to tell him everything will settle. because his poor heart awfully suffers, and every day he dies a little more remembering why you're no longer his anymore.

he loves you infinitely. never no one has ever been able to fill him with so much passion. he knows he truly loves you, from deep inside. he loves you for a thousand and one reasons, but mainly for the one he doesn't understand.

pretty lady. he liked to call you like this, even though sometimes you thought it was silly. but he knew you actually loved this surname, so he never missed an occasion to make you feel special.

so with his pretty lady, he used to walk down the streets. hand in hand, maybe shared earphones, and above all your love for each other. you walked slowly in monaco's streets, until he begged you to let him buy you a gift. buying you anything, as long as you were happy, it was the main thing. even though his bank account was empty afterward. but it was okay.

and he still remembers the fussing, the fighting, the fucking and the lying. most of the time, it was you getting mad at him for buying expensive stuff for your simple person. but sometimes, it was more an underlying and painful reason. but you always ended up reconciled, because neither could stay apart for too long. it was like that.

except last time, there wasn't a reconciliation. you left each other, teared apart and frightfully hurt. none returned to the other. and that haunt charles for way too long now.

maybe he's wrong for thinking like that. maybe he's wrong for losing his head over you.

he's fed up. he opens his eyes, and in just a fraction of a second, he's already dressed in a coat and in a scarf. he needs to get some air, he needs to think about something else.

was it by going to the cafe you always went to that he would really think of something other than you? no, certainly not. but he needs it, it's stronger than him. he pushes the door and immediately orders a warm drink.

and then he takes a sit in a secluded corner. he doesn't want to be seen, but from his spot, he can catch sight of every person present. a waiter comes to bring him his drink. he thanks him with a fragile smile. it's been a long time since he smiled brightly, like he always did with only you.

he takes one sip. two sips. it's warm, and it comforts him. because it reminds him of the soothing warmth you gave him when you used to hold him tight. and it comforts him as much as it grieves him. and the deeper the sorrow digs into his being, the more joy he will be able to contain.

and maybe this joy finally weaves in his heart. this joy which suddenly explodes at the view in front of him. he can't believe it. you push the cafe's door, a silly smile on your lips as a deep laugh echoes in the air. soon, charles' happiness transforms in bitterness and pain.

he knows it. he knows it dawn well. you moved on. you're no longer his anymore. you don't belong with him anymore. but with this new man who seems to fill you with happiness like he did with you before. his heart squeezes when you take the hand of your new boyfriend, dragging him to a table not far from charles' one.

you look so happy. your big smile warms his heart, but it cools down instantly when he remembers your smile isn't meant for him. no, it will never be intended for him again. and it hurts him terribly.

the same waiter brings you your drink, which you obviously had to share with the man that charles already hates with all his being. but on the one hand, he couldn't stop your man being better than him. he must accept his fate, he must accept that this man is the new chapter of your life. and that he only remains as a page that you have difficultly turned.

but he doesn't want. he still wants to have hope. he still wants to hold onto you, because he tells himself maybe one day everything will return to the way it was before. he prays for this day to comes, whatever fate does.

so he just doesn't care. he doesn't care if you're with somebody else. because he'll give you time and space to hopefully bring you back. he still hopes every day, because he wants you to know he's just not a phase. and that he never was one.

so, it's selfish, but he disregards the man who is sitting in front of you and back to him. he has a perfect view on your face. and he imagines only you and him, on a date, face to face. he imagines that the smile glues to your face is addressed to him, that all the sentences that come out of your mouth give him the impression that he is your confidant again. even if it's not the reality.

because one of the hardest battles we fight in life is the fight between the mind that knows the truth and the heart that refuses to accept it.

the more he looks at you, the more you pleasantly disconcert him. the more he closed his eyes, the more he missed you. and it wasn't good. it became suffocating. so he had to leave. leave the café, but not you. even though he knows he'll never have a second chance, he'll continue to hold onto you and to love you.

you had left to the bathroom. so he took the opportunity to leave the place. and leaving something behind for you.

you come back to your table, excusing yourself to your boyfriend for taking too much time. you keep talking with him, but the waiter just now approaches you. he points to a table lost at the back of the cafe, a cup of coffee still left on it and, a gray scarf.

a scarf which you perfectly recognize. gray and soft. made by cotton. a scarf you offered to your first love, the one you loved dearly for one year, the one you haven't seen since six months now.

"the man who was sitting here left. but he said this scarf was for you." the waiter says to you before getting back to the counter. you gently thanks him, and you try to avoid the questioning look of your boyfriend.

you desperately look to see if he's still here, if he's still present in the cafe. or in the street. because either you can't deny it, a piece of your heart still beats for charles. but nothing, nobody's around.

and meanwhile, charles leaves the street corner where the cafe is located. he returns to his apartment, alone again and perhaps even more hurt than before.

he left his scarf - no scratch that - he left you his scarf. maybe he did it on purpose to abandon a part of you, to pass on to you what belongs to you. to start forgetting about you. or just merely for you to remember him for ever, that every time you'll see this scarf his face will appears in your mind, and you'll be able to smell his cologne.

he thinks about you once again. in your pretty coat, your pretty hairstyle, and of course this man by your side. peacefully drinking your hot drink. he curses himself for not being the one to share your hot chocolate. your favorite drink that he knows you ordered tonight.

but it's okay. he knows it, he deny it.

it's all fine, you'll always be his. forever and ever, always.

always, you can count on him sure as the stars in the sky. always, you can count on him as sure that the sun will rise. always, his love for you ain't going nowhere.

always, he will be here.

for you. forever.

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x you #cl16 x reader #cl16 #cl16 imagine #cl16 x you #charles leclerc fanfic

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luveline · 28 days

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omg! i love asf fred <3

what about Ghost getting flirted with by like a random guy, but it’s all respectful and sweet (not like that douche ex she had) and she’s super confused and Fred is jealous but he’s more of like happy that someone’s appreciating her so that she can see??? i have no clue if that makes sense but ily :)

thank you for your request I love you! fem!reader, 1.2k

cw mental health issues

Fred has no shame about watching you closely when you go places, and especially at Angie’s parties. You’re starting to come out of your shell, little by little, and tonight you’ve been swept away by Kate and Lee Jordan to attempt a game of beer pong. You don’t look very confident, but you do look beautiful.

“She’s having fun!” George says. “Shall I go steal her back before she realises you’re actually quite boring?”

“Fuck off. And if I ever lose her, you do too.”

“As if. Me and Ghost are best friends forever, Frederick. Not that you could understand our bond.”

They lean against the countertop in the kitchen less than twenty feet from your game. You’re in one of those dresses you’d been too afraid to wear a year ago, the blue one that falls in soft petals at your knees and fans out when you move. He has the urge to collect you and kiss the length of your arm, fingers to shoulder, to your baby length sleeve.

“Watch out,” George says, “It’s Parsons.”

Kelly Parsons is a nice enough guy. Fred and George used to call him The Smiler, because he would smile at anyone who so much as glanced at him like they’d made his day. He’s smiling now saying hello to Kate, who then, thankfully, introduces him to you.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you say. You sound both tired and completely genuine. If Fred wasn’t in love with you already, your smile would have him falling.

“I had to come and say hi to the prettiest girls in the room.”

Fred blinks, his lips parting as George begins to laugh.

“Don’t start,” Kate says.

“I’m serious, you both look beautiful. Is there room for another player? I’m a professional at beer pong.”

“We need another one!” Lee Jordan says. “You can be team Y/N.”

You look just over his shoulder at Fred. Fred has enough sense to look somewhere else before your eyes can meet. The last thing he wants to be is the overprotective loser boyfriend.

“How much can he flirt with her before it’s offensive?” he asks George eventually.

“She doesn’t even look like she gets it,” George says.

You’ve started to look like you’re begging to be saved, a strange smile on your face. Lee Jordan is sending Fred signals to move in and stake your relationship before Kelly gets any more bold, but Fred doesn’t want to. (Of course he wants to, he’d be quite happy to kick the legs out from under Parsons and sweep you into a princess carry). It’s nice seeing someone flirt with you, weirdly, because he knows that you think you aren’t that sort of girl.

But it’s awful and he needs to put a stop to it.

“You’ve got quite the arm on you,” Kelly says. “You have good coordination.”

“Fred says that sometimes, but I think he says it just to be nice,” you say.

Fred pumps his fist by his thigh. When he joins you at the table he’s calm and collected. “My ears are itching,” he says, “were you talking about me?”

You nod softly, slipping into sidestep beside him. “Kelly, this is Fred. You’ve met, right? I bet so.”

Fred has no qualms shaking Kelly’s hand. If his grip is a tad tighter than usual, it’s his business.

“We’ve met,” Fred says with a smile.

“Oh, good. Fred’s my boyfriend.”

He thinks it’s a little sad that you sound unsure about it. He knows you know that things between you both are rock solid, or at least that he loves you more than anything, but you sound embarrassed to admit to it. You used to be embarrassed to talk —taking up space doesn’t come easy for you. Fred would never be offended at your tone.

“Good to see you,” Kelly says.

To his credit, he doesn’t miss a beat. Like Fred thought, he’s nice enough.

Fred rubs your arm. He and Kelly share a look, both more casual than the situation calls for, like they’re trying too hard to pretend Kelly wasn’t just flirting with you. Or, Fred thinks so.

“Are you winning?” Fred asks.

You hold his gaze. “What do you think?”

“You’ve won already,” he says.

“I’ve had four shots,” you confess quietly. “I’m rubbish at this.”

“What?” he asks. Four shots? He looks over at the table and the beer pong cups, finds they’re shot glasses and he’d guessed the wrong drink or the wrong game or both. Each shot glass is filled to the brim with spirit, and you and Kelly had clearly been about to lose.

“That’s how the game works, right?” you ask.

“They haven’t hit you yet, then,” he says. “Maybe you should sit down before they do.”

“I’m trying to party.”

“You’re doing a good job,” he says. He gives a sorry smile to your small band of gathered maybe-friends. “I’ll bring her back, I promise.”

“Good! You better,” Kate says.

Fred sits you down at the island and makes you a big glass of water to hopefully lessen the force of your quick drinking. “I know you don’t drink much, Ghost, but you must know four shots at once is a lot. And when Lee pours them they’re like doubles, sweetheart, you’re,” —you pull on his arm— “crazy. What?”

“Kiss?”

“You know he was flirting with you?” he asks, ducking down to kiss you as you’ve asked. He speaks against your lips. “Parsons? He was laying it on thick.”

“Sort of. I didn’t notice at first. Sorry.”

“No, no,” he says, stroking your cheek with his knuckles. “I’d flirt with you too. Not your fault.”

“You do flirt with me.”

He kisses you again. You taste a bit sharp, but he couldn’t care less. “I do, don’t I?”

Fred wraps his arms around you for an impromptu hug. His jealousy aside, there isn’t much else he could want from the world than for you to be as you are, happy, getting better, and expressing yourself in your lovely dresses. He presses his cheek to your cheek and tries not to remember how despondent you used to be. It’s on his mind a lot, he’s a worrier, but you hug him back with gusto tonight. “Freddie,” you say, rubbing his back with the tips of your fingers, “are you okay?”

He presses a kiss to your shoulder. “Mm, I’m great. Got my girl, haven’t I?”

“Be serious,” you say.

Fred hugs you tighter. “I am.”

“Okay. I love you.”

“You don’t have to sound so shy,” he says. “I love you too, lovely. More than anything.”

“That’s very much too much for a public place.”

“Oh, you’re teasing me?” he asks.

You laugh into his neck, forcing your face down into the curve of it as you hug him back just as forcefully. Your hands feel a little lax compared to your hands. A moment later, you ask, “Is four shots gonna make me sick?”

“We are going to have a very good night,” he promises.

#a special friend universe #fred weasley x reader

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voidpetrova · 8 months

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marriage pact — stiles stilinski x reader

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content warnings and genre: unrequited love, heartbreak — angst

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synopsis: you and stiles had made a pack as kids to get married when the time came

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in a quaint garden bathed in soft afternoon sunlight, the air was abuzz with the melody of laughter and cheerful chatter. white chairs were neatly arranged in rows, leading to a flower-adorned altar where you stood, radiant in your wedding gown. beside you, your now-husband, smiled adoringly, his eyes filled with love and anticipation. as the ceremony began, your heart raced with excitement.

among the guests, your eyes found stiles stilinski, his usually animated face now tinged with a bittersweet mixture of joy and melancholy. memories of your childhood came flooding back: the days when you and stiles had made that whimsical pact, pinky-swearing that if you were both still single at 30, you would marry each other.

stiles watched you exchange vows with Isaac, his lips curling into a wistful smile. he remembered the day you two had concocted that pact, a mixture of innocent dreams and youthful naiveté. back then, it was a mere joke, a silly promise made by two best friends who thought they'd be inseparable forever. but life had its own plans, and now, he stood there witnessing the culmination of your journey with someone else.

as the ceremony continued, stiles couldn't help but steal glances at you. your happiness was palpable, your eyes sparkling with adoration for isaac. he couldn't deny the beauty of the love you shared, even if it meant his own heart was breaking in the process. he found solace in the memories of your adventures together, the late-night talks, and the unwavering support you'd given each other over the years.

the reception followed, a joyful celebration under the open sky. stiles watched from a distance as you danced with isaac, your laughter carried by the wind. he held a glass of champagne, toasting to your happiness with a mixture of genuine joy and masked sorrow. the guests around him chatted and laughed, unaware of the complex emotions that churned within him.

when the time came for toasts, stiles stood up, his voice steady but laced with emotion. he spoke of your unwavering friendship, the unbreakable bond you shared since childhood. he recounted tales of your misadventures and the countless moments that defined your relationship. amidst the smiles and chuckles, his gaze met yours, and for a fleeting moment, the weight of his unspoken feelings hung heavy in the air.

as the night waned, he found himself stealing away to a quiet corner of the garden. you eventually found him, a concerned look on your face. he managed a small smile, brushing off your worry with a lighthearted joke. but you knew him too well. the unshed tears glistened in his eyes, the cracks in his facade too obvious to ignore.

“stiles,” you said softly, reaching out to touch his arm. “are you okay?” he nodded, taking a deep breath. “yeah, i am. just reminiscing, you know?”

you leaned against the railing beside him, your gaze fixed on the stars above. “it's been quite a journey, hasn't it?” he chuckled, a touch of sadness in his voice. “yeah, from making that ridiculous pact to this. life works in mysterious ways.”

you bumped your shoulder gently against his, a fond smile on your lips. “i'm glad you're here, stiles. you've always been a constant in my life.” he turned to you, his eyes searching yours for a moment before he mustered a genuine smile. “and i always will be.”

in that moment, you both knew that while the nature of your relationship had evolved, the bond you shared remained unbreakable. as the night drew to a close, you held onto the memories of your shared history and looked forward to the future with isaac, carrying stiles' silent support with you, forever etched in your heart. if only you hadn't missed the tears that filled his eyes when you weren't looking.

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marie-swriting · 1 year

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I Really Care About You - Anthony Bridgerton

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Summary : When Anthony sees you in the arms of another man, he remembers how he sabotaged your relationship because of his feelings.

Warnings : set in 1807 so Anthony is 23, angst, sad ending, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word Count : 2.8k

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Song mentioned : Piano Concerto No.20, K466 by Mozart

Songs inspiration : When I Was Your Man by Bruno Mars and Decode by Sabrina Carpenter

Leaning on the wall, Anthony Bridgerton is looking at you from afar. As he sees you dancing, a smile on your face, he can’t help but do the same. He knows how much you love balls, how much you love dancing at the rhythm of the strings. When your dancing partner makes you sway, Anthony feels a memory coming back to him.

It was two years ago. Anthony had started courting you a few months before that. You knew him only by name but you had been intrigued by him. At first, he wasn’t opening up to you, only giving you a few moments of his times, but bit by bit, you had started to grow closer to each other. As you got to know each other, you had discovered a new side of the serious man who was crumbling under responsibilities. Even if you felt like he hadn’t shown you his whole self yet, you were already thrilled to see he had broken his shell a bit with you. Therefore, you had let your feelings take over, allowing yourself to fall in love with Anthony Bridgerton. Besides being a good catch, like your father wished, you felt deep down you’d be well with him. There was no doubt, you could picture yourself being with Anthony forever.

So, at every ball, you were dancing with him as much as you could. Of course, you would be dancing with other men as well. After all, you loved dancing with anyone, even if the Viscount was your favourite partner.

That night, Anthony had invited you for the first dance of the night. When the first notes of Mozart's Piano Concerto No.20, K466 could be heard, you had started to waltz, your eyes deep in his just like his were in yours. If a stranger could’ve seen you, they would’ve thought you were newly weds as your gazes were full of love. Anthony couldn’t stop admiring your beauty. Everytime he thought you couldn’t be prettier than the day before, you proved him wrong. As he was a bit more under your spell, he couldn’t help but share his thoughts with you.

“You are radiant, Miss Y/L/N.”

“Thank you, Lord Bridgerton. You are handsome as well.”

“Not as much as you. Your dress is beautiful. You truly are breathtaking.”

“Be careful, Mister Bridgerton, people could be mistaken and think you want to ask for my hand.” You laughed, trying to hide your discord.

“Would you say ‘yes’ ?” He genuinely asked you.

“First, you shall talk about it with my father, then I will give you my answer.” You answered with a smile.

“After our dance, I shall talk with him.”

“I really care about you, My Lord.” You admitted.

“As do I, My Lady.”

At that specific moment, you both had only one wish, kissing each other, but the presence of the good Londonian society prevented you from it. You only felt his lips on your right hand clothed with a white glove when the dance was over. His eyes hadn’t left yours when he softly kissed your hand.

But now, it’s Lord Egerton who is kissing your hand with as much tenderness as he did two years ago. Anthony looks away when he sees your face brighten at this touch. Anthony is too lost in his thoughts, he doesn’t notice the group of gentlemen coming toward him, Lord Egerton is among them. He only realises their presence when he hears your dance partner making an announcement with a proud smile.

“Lady Y/L/N has accepted my proposal yesterday.”

“Congratulations !”

“You two look happy together.” The men state.

“We are getting married in a few months and I cannot wait. I have never felt that way before.”

Anthony says something polite before his eyes land on you. From afar, he sees you talking to other women. You removed a glove to show your engagement ring. You’re deep in the description of your proposal when you feel a gaze on you. Quickly, you glance around and find Anthony. You see him observing you with a sad look. For a second, your heart feels heavy but you pull yourself together and put your attention back on your friends. You try to get Anthony out of your head, reminding yourself he’s the one to blame for this situation. He doesn’t have the right, with one look, to make you feel guilty because you’re moving on while he’s the one who ruined everything.

You had been engaged with Anthony for three months and still madly in love. Your wedding wasn’t planned for another six months. Your mind was always set on wedding planning. There were only a few moments during the week where you’d allow yourself to do other things. That day, you were doing needlepoint, you had forgotten about it since Anthony’s proposal. You were putting the needle back in the cloth when you got interrupted by one of your servants, telling you about Anthony’s arrival. You allowed him in. You put your embroidery on the table next to you and you stood up to greet your fiancé. When he arrived, your smile grew bigger like it always did when he was in the same room as you.

“Lord Bridgerton, I was not expecting you today.”

“I know, my apologies, but I had to talk to you.” He informed with a serious expression and your smile left your face.

“Of course, is something the matter ?”

“May we sit down ?”

“Please.”, you agreed as you showed the couch and sat down, “My Lord, you are worrying me, are you well ?” You questioned when he had sat down next to you.

“What I have to tell you is not easy, Lady Y/L/N. I… I wish to break our engagement.”

Following his announcement, you stayed silent for a second, wanting to be sure you understood correctly. When you realised you hadn’t mistaken, you opened your mouth several times, hesitating before succeeding to talk.

“What ?”

“I do not wish to marry anymore. I wish to wait a few more years. I am sorry.”

“I do not understand, Mister Bridgerton. Have I done something wrong ? If it’s the case, I apologise.”

“You haven’t done anything wrong.” Anthony reassured you quickly, making you frown.

“Then why did you change your mind ? I am sure we can find a solution. Lord Bridgerton, I care about you, I can wait a few years if it is what you really wish for.”

“I cannot ask you for this. I will not change my mind.” He affirmed, avoiding your gaze.

“Can you at least give me an explanation ?” You pleaded with teary eyes.

“I made myself a promise and if I marry you, I know I will betray it.”

“What promise ?”

“To not have a marriage of love.” Anthony stated, confusing you a bit more.

“I do not understand you.”

“I am the Viscount Bridgerton, I need to find a woman who can be the perfect Viscountess, like you, but I do not want feelings. But these last few weeks… I realised I loved you. I am sorry to hurt you this way.”

It took you a second to assimilate his words. Finally understanding what he said, you stood up from the couch, stunned. You put yourself in front of him, your confusion visible on your face.

“Are you really saying you love me so much you do not want to marry me ? What do you have against marriage of love ? Don't you think it is better to share your life with someone you love ?”

“I do not wish for this.”

You stopped talking, thinking about what this new information would mean for you. When it finally hit you, you stood up, your breath quickening.

“Do you have any idea of how humiliating it is ?”, you questioned rhetorically, a tear rolling down your cheek, “Everyone is expecting our wedding and no one will understand because I do not understand myself.”

“I will take care of the rumours, if that is your fear.”

“No matter what you will say, people will think something is wrong with me because you decided to break our engagement.” You exclaimed, emphasising on the pronoun ‘you’.

“I am deeply sorry, Lady Y/L/N.”

“I do not want your apologies. I want a clear explanation, Lord Bridgerton.”, you retorted, frustration growing bigger, “I would have never thought our feelings would be a valid reason to stop our courtship. Well, our feelings, I shall say my feelings. If you really loved me, you would not be doing that.”

“I assure you that I really care about you.”

“How do you want me to believe you ? You were only interested in me because you saw me as a young woman from a good family, matching the criterias that are expected from me as a wife. They always told me if I was polite, considerate and attentive, I would have no problems finding a husband and yet, even when I match those meaningless standards, I am not enough. What have I done to deserve that ?” You cried, looking up.

“Even if you do not want to, believe me when I say it is not your fault. You are good enough. More than enough, even. The real reason I refuse a marriage of love, it is because I do not want to be the cause of pain.” He clarifies.

“The more you explain, the more I am lost.”

“After my father’s death, my mother was devastated.”, he started to explain, standing up in front of you, “She was barely there for me and my siblings. I had to take care of everything instead of her. I do not want the woman I will marry to experience a similar situation. I do not want to be the reason for a future heartbreak.

“You cannot let your father’s death prevent you from loving.”, you said, losing a little bit more hope, “Even if I could never understand it, I know his death affected you but you cannot lock your heart away. Anthony Bridgerton, I am begging you to reconsider your promise.”

“I will not do it.” He repeated, sure of himself.

“Very well then.” You let your anger win over you and give him back his ring.

“I deeply apologise.”

“That is enough.”, you interrupted him, angry, “I do not want to hear anything anymore. Leave, Lord Bridgerton. Please, show him the door.” You ordered the servant closer to the entrance.

You didn’t make sure he heard your order, too shaken from your conversation. You left the room, trying not to cry even more. You went upstairs, wanting to close yourself in your bedroom. When you arrived, you heard Anthony walking through the doorstep. When you walked in your room, you collapsed on the floor, heartbroken. You couldn’t believe it was real. You hadn’t prepared yourself for this discussion when you had seen him entering. You thought back at his words and tried to find what you could have said to make him change his mind. Maybe you could have avoided this situation if you had found the right words.

Wanting to rest from your dance, you’re drinking some champagne while you’re talking to your fiancé. You had met Henry Egerton the year after your break up with Anthony. You had danced a few times and talked a bit but you still weren’t feeling ready to move on. You were still too busy to analyse your relationship with Anthony, trying to find a flaw to bring him back to you, but it was a lost cause. Only when you understood this, you had accepted to mourn the future you would never have before getting closer to Lord Egerton during this social season.

While you’re talking with your fiancé, you’re telling yourself how lucky you are to have found him. He is not and will never be Anthony but you know you can be happy with him. He proved to you that you deserve to be loved and you’ll forever be grateful to him for that. You’re laughing at one of his jokes, which he alone has the secret, when you look on your left, feeling someone getting closer. Anthony is in front of you with a neutral expression on his face.

“Lady Y/L/N, may I have this dance, please ?” He asks.

“I apologise, My Lord, but I am currently talking with-”

“There is no problem”, Henry interrupts you with a smile, “I need to talk with Lord Featherington anyway. Go dance, dearest.” He affirms walking away.

“Very well, it seems like I have no other reasons to turn you down, Lord Bridgerton.” You state as you put down your glass on a table nearby.

Anthony gives you his arm where you put your hand, like you used to. The familiar contact brings you back two years ago, but you try to stay focused. You bow before getting in position, waiting for the sound of the violins and pianoforte. When Piano Concerto No.20, K466 starts, you’re mentally cursing at the musicians. They really couldn’t have chosen another music ? But for Anthony, this song sounds like a sign. Even if it’s a reminder of a time where you were happy together, it still belongs to you, despite the distance.

Anthony and you start waltzing in silence at first. You don’t even dare to look at him, your eyes searching for your fiancé. You see him talking with the Featherington patriarch, like he said he would. While you’re swaying , you look for another distraction whilst Anthony keeps his eyes on you, appreciating the closeness of your body against his. Most likely for the last time before you’re officially married. However, Anthony doesn’t want this last exchange to be silent.

“We were dancing on this song when I told you I wanted to marry you.” Anthony reminds you.

“What do you want, Lord Bridgerton ?” You ask, dryly.

“I heard about your engagement. I am happy for you, congratulations. He seems to be a good man.” He says genuinely.

“He is, I can assure you. We talked a lot and we are sure we want the same things in our lives.”

“I am sorry I broke up our engagement. Sometimes, I think I should not have done it.”

“Stop it, please.”, you beg him, not wanting to hear anymore, “You cannot tell me this, especially not now. I spent the last couple of years of my life trying to find a solution to sort out our relationship. I spent my days over analysing it, hoping I’d find the signs that could have told me you never wanted a marriage of love, I also searched for a way to make you change your mind. I spent my nights awake trying to understand your sudden change of heart. Now, I wonder why I let your confusion keep me up at night. I’m so tired, Lord Bridgerton. All is done, there is nothing left here to decipher. There is nothing to change. Nothing could have changed what happened. I finally accepted it and walked away from it, something I learned from you. At least, our courtship was not totally vain. So please, do not tell me you regret your choice. It is too late.” You affirm, looking at him in his eyes.

“You are right. It was improper from me. I apologise.”, he states and you sigh with relief, “However, let me say I should not have acted that way. It was not honest on my behalf. I should not have let you hope. Even if, I admit it, I was first interested in you because I knew you would be a perfect Viscountess, my feelings for you were real. I did not show it properly during our courtship but I want you to know it. I would have been lucky to have you by my side. And I know Lord Egerton will be. But above all, I hope he will realise his luck. I hope he will treat you better than I did. I hope he will always be close to you, he will always dance with you, I hope he will give you all of his hours. All the things I could not do, but I should have done. I wish you the best, Y/N.” He says with a light smile.

You keep your eyes on him trying to assimilate his words. It takes you a few seconds before being able to speak with a tender look.

“Despite everything we went through, I hope you know I wish you the same. But above all this, I hope you will find the woman who would make you reevaluate yourself. The one who will make you realise you deserve a life full of love, no matter your fear of pain. I, unfortunately, could not be that woman, but I know she exists. I just hope you will find her before it is too late.

The musicians play the last note so you stop your movements. You both keep looking at each other with regret and remorse visible in your eyes. You bow without breaking eye contact, taking in this last moment in your mind.

“Goodbye, Anthony.” You murmur before walking away from his life.

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melon-cream-enmu · 11 months

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As much as I love non-con, how would Enmu (demon) react if female reader consciously and willingly wanted to have a baby with him? And what would he be like as a father?

If you've willingly been with him since the beginning I don't think he'd have the thought of forcing a pregnancy on you, so he hasn't thought of getting you pregnant at all. If Enmu is having to force it on you, it's because he's possessive, and wants both a way to tie you to him forever and to hurt you psychologically by making you love and nurture something for him that you never wanted. He does grow to want to have this baby with you,be it because he's delusional or its a physical representation of your 'love' or he wants to see you mother something or he genuinely wants something to care for. So if you love him him willingly, his possessiveness doesn't present itself that way.

If you say it in the heat of passion he'll play into it, always wanting to respond right and get you even wetter and hotter. If you tell him you want a baby any other time, he has to genuinely think about it. He doesn't know if that's possible. Or if he'd want to raise a child. But he finds himself absentmindedly stroking his thumb on your stomach, and his kisses and affection on your tummy when you have sex increases.

His opinion changes when you don't come home one night. It's mid morning when you do. He's frantically asking what was wrong and upset that you left him alone, but as he holds your face in his hands you just smile at him. There'd been a lost child in town, so you stayed with him while trying to find his parents. By the time you did, it was so late they insisted you stay the night, too dangerous to return home at this hour. When morning came, the boy wanted you to stay for breakfast, and his parents agreed, wanting to repay you. You mentioned how sweet the boy was and how worried you were. And he could see in your face when you talked about how nice it was to interact with a child like that despite the circumstances that it was real. Your happiness and your desire to care for someone was real.

He's the one to bring it up next. Laying on your lap with his arms wrapped around you, he rested his head on your belly, nuzzling it every so often. "My love?" He asked to which you hummed as you continued reading. The back of his fingers trailed gently up your arm and to your hand, feeling yours abandon your book and lace your fingers with his. He brought your hand down to his lips, kissing your before holding it to his cheek. "I think...we should try for a baby."

Your face held a look of surprise, then happiness that fell to worry. "Are you sure? I don't want you to do this if you don't want to." He pushes himself up, bringing his lips close to yours and touching your nose with his as he shakes his head. "I want everything with you." And he truly, wholeheartedly means it.

He's a bit of a very inexperienced father. He sometimes falls into a trance looking down at the baby in his arms. Beautiful with straight dark hair like his, and your pretty eyes and lovely nose. You have a very responsive baby, so at least he can tell when he's doing something right and when he's doing something the baby doesn't like. He's quiet with the baby, always so focused on doing things right.

Your baby goes down easy, but sometimes she doesn't want to go to sleep. Youve assured many times that it's ok if he uses his blood demon art to help, but he is reluctant to do so.

He's a bit sad that he can't go out with you and the baby during the day, and he sometimes feels that he's missing out on bonding with her. But he takes her out at night, whether just for walks, or to wander the town, or run errands for you.

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Hii I I'm back 😂

Okay so I would not have guessed English was not your first language 👀😳 you are doing amazingly well!

21 parts!! *fainting* I'm sooo happy to hear that haha Please please in your words - get over yourself and post that stupid (not stupid) chapter 4 😂 - I say this in the most loving and polite way possible 😁🥰 butttt obviously what I really mean is don't stress about it too much and post only when you're happy and comfortable with it (we'll be patiently waiting 😊). I'm glad to hear you're excited for the rest of it though!! 😁

On another note... My curiosity got the better of me 😆 Gentle Cottagecore Emoji Asks 🌱🥛🍯🐄🌳🐓🐇🌲🥞⛰️ answer as many as you like

(as always no pressure to respond) 😊

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Hi Aussie anon friend 🥰

Took me a while to get to your message (April is this crazy busy month for me every single year, but in a mostly positive way), but here we are.

Yeah, the writing thing is delicate and very fickle. But I've been writing for 15+ years at this point and it rarely stresses me out anymore. I just gotta do things in my own time and remind myself from time to time to trust the process. We'll get there, always do in the end. Patience is key.

Thanks for sending those emoji asks, I'll be answering them under the cut 💕

Hugs to you 💜🌻

🌱 Seedling: What is a scent you find relaxing?

Sandalwood & the scent of the air when you walk through the woods after heavy rain

🥛 Milk: What is a food you find comforting when you are sad?

I dealt with some stuff in the past, so I’m not an "eat my feelings away" person anymore these days, and I’m really trying to prevent finding comfort in food or spending money when I feel sad, so I don’t have a specific food. In fact, I really struggle with eating when I’m sad these days, a complete 180 from when I was younger.

🍯 Honey: What is one thing you like about yourself?

Personality wise - my kindness. A lot of people think I’m faking that or playing it up, but I’m genuinely not. I just don’t see the point in making anyone’s life harder or miserable when I can spend my time putting smiles on people’s faces and leave them with good memories instead. Physically - probably my eyes. I like the dark color of them and the way people tell me I have kind eyes. So that.

🐄 Cow: What is one other tumblr blog you really appreciate?

Picking one is impossible, really, cause we’re all here for different reasons and good at different thing and I’m just glad we get to share this space together and love the thing we love.

I’d like to shout out some of my dear friends though. Tay @taydaq for her incredible art and being an all around lovely person who’s always there for others.

Mahi @mahi-wayy / @bangazaii for being a complete sweetheart and our lovely fic writing sessions and idea spitballing sessions / rarepair shenanigans in our dms.

Shanie @shanie-the-komania-toyaddict for always being there when shit gets rough and calling me out on my bullshit, but never judging (& also writing the most beautiful kayfabe compliant steenerico fic + side stories).

Carla @samijey for providing me/us with the most beautiful gifs and the most gorgeous writing (and giving me a chance when it was easier not to).

And last but not least my dear friend E. @bremmommye who’s been my friend and comfort person in & out of the internet for many years by now and who I miss dearly cause we rarely ever get to see each other in "real life" (that's what living on opposite ends of the same country and being busy does).

I love all my moots and my followers and all the people I follow who don’t follow me back, but these people are the ones that have carved out that extra bit of space in my heart for themselves and made themselves a forever home in some shape or form. Sorry, didn’t mean to get that mushy, but I really love talking about my friends.

🌳 Tree: What is one thing in your future you are looking forward towards?

Honestly, it goes hand in hand with the answer above, I think. Being able to watch the people I adore, family, friends, acquaintances, strangers I have yet to meet, grow and evolve and live authentic lives that they’re feeling happy and fulfilled with. That’s what makes me happy - seeing the people around me happy.

🐓 Chicken: What is a comfort movie/show for you?

Sooo many. But one constant is The Princess Bride. Another one is The Breakfast Club. Grey’s Anatomy (very early seasons), Skam, Legally Blonde and more recently Heartstopper. I could go on and on, there’s a whole lot of them.

🐇 Bunny: What’s a song that you really like?

If you could see my music library - it’s WILD. And I love every single song. I listen to music basically every single minute I’m awake and able to. So picking one song - good god. I’ll give you my 5 most recent played ones.

Thoughts of a child - The Lathums

Dublin in Ecstasy - Inhaler

Dreams - The Snuts

I bet you look good on the Dancefloor - Arctic Monkey

Poundshop Kardashians - Sam Fender

🌲 Pine: Do you prefer the cold, or the heat?

The heat. Don’t love the heat, but I can stand it a lot better than being cold.

🥞 Pancake: What is your favorite breakfast food?

Not a big breakfast person, don’t have a sweet tooth either (not anymore I should say), so probably something savory. I had this yummy grilled veggie & hummus on rye bread breakfast sandwich when I was traveling the other day, that one came to mind. On a normal day, I’ll just have a cup of tea (no sugar, no milk alternative), a handful of almonds, and a banana or an apple to hold me over till lunch. But yeah, if I’m going for actual breakfast, I prefer savory over sweet.

⛰️ Mountains: Would you rather live in the mountains, city, beach, or the forest?

Grew up living near the forest and spending a lot of time playing in the woods as a kid, lived in a couple a large cities over the years, now living close to the mountains, but still in general vicinity of the city (albeit a smaller one), I’m really enjoying being able to go for a hike in the mountains if I need to catch a break. Reconnecting with nature and the quiet from time to time is real nice.

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here is the last one! i’m gonna miss writing these! thank you for the lovely event, @ginwiz !

Prompt: Based off your favourite Taylor song!

Gorgeous - Hinny

The music was close to deafening in the club which was specifically for wizards and witches alike. People were dancing, talking in corners, and drinking, and there was a band playing on the stage.

Drinks were floating around and every other person picked one. Harry and Ron were standing outside of the club, both with Fire whiskeys in their hands. They wanted to get away from all the drunk people in the place.

Surprisingly, Hermione was in the club, also drinking even though she isn't that fond of it. Harry thought it was good that she was enjoying it, considering she's usually very serious about that stuff.

“I wonder how Hermione’s doing in there,” Ron asked. “It’s been too long since she last scolded us about something.”

Harry chuckled. “I’m sure she’s fine, even better if she’s enjoying herself.”

“I suppose,” Ron sighed. He was way too overprotective about Hermione. Ever since they started dating - finally - Ron insisted on always being with Hermione no matter what.

Harry couldn’t explain his relief when they finally confessed their feelings for each other. He had been waiting for that moment forever.

“Wanna go back inside?” Harry asked.

Ron nodded and they walked back in to see that almost everyone was on the dance floor.

The smell of Fire whiskey, Butterbeer and other various drinks lingered in the air as Harry and Ron took a seat at a table in a far corner.

When they sat down and started scanning the place, Harry found Hermione and it was an understatement to say he was surprised.

She was dancing with one hand holding a drink and the other moving around freely. Harry couldn’t see who was dancing with her, but she genuinely looked carefree and happy.

“Wow,” Ron laughed. “I didn’t know she had that in her.” Ron’s eyes became fixed on Hermione after a while and Harry smirked at him.

After a while, Hermione made her way to their table followed by Ginny, both with rosy cheeks due to the alcohol. Harry felt his heart beat a little faster as he saw Ginny. She looked beautiful.

Hermione plopped down beside Ron and he immediately put his arm around her. Ginny took the seat beside Harry and he tried not to show the fact that he was blushing.

“Having fun?” Ron asked both of them.

“Oh, definitely!” Hermione said, smiling. “Honestly, I thought it would be stupid, but it’s amazing!” Ron smiled at her.

Harry turned to Ginny to see she was smiling her bright big smile that made her brown eyes shine in a way Harry never thought was possible.

“This is the most fun I’ve had in a while,” Ginny said, taking a sip of her Fire Whiskey. “I wanna go outside. Will you come with me, Harry?”

Harry was surprised she thought of asking him. He was sure she would just drag Hermione with her or Dean.

Dean, Harry remembered. He hated the fact that Ginny was taken by another bloke rather than him. But he took pride in the fact that Ginny asked him, no one else.

“Sure, yeah,” Harry replied and they left.

Once they were outside, the music became muffled along with the voices of people singing and shouting.

“It’s so nice outside,” Ginny whispered, gazing around absentmindedly.

“I know,” Harry muttered. He didn’t exactly know what to say to her, but all he wanted was to be near her.

“You know, I have never seen Hermione dance that much, it was so weird to see it, but she can be really fun if she allowed herself to be.” Ginny was talking in a way that very clearly stated she’d been drinking and Harry found it rather adorable.

“Yeah, I know. It was so unnatural to see it,” Harry chuckled.

Ginny turned around to face him. “You know, you talk funny.”

Harry froze. “What?”

“Like not in a bad way, but your voice is like deep and low and it makes you sound sad,” Ginny continued.

Harry didn’t know how to respond, but he felt a smile tugging on his lips. “Do you just wanna make fun of the way I talk or…” Harry said playfully.

“No!” Ginny laughed. “I’m not making fun of it. For the record, I find it sexy.”

Harry almost choked on air as he felt his breath hitch in his throat. He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks. He had never heard anyone say that to him.

“Well, uh…thanks,” He mumbled.

She took a step closer to him so that their arms were brushing together.

“Uh, where’s Dean?” Harry didn’t know what told him to ask it. Maybe it was because they were so close or maybe because he never wanted to kiss her more than at that moment.

Ginny rolled her eyes. “He’s in the club doing I don’t know what.” Harry thought the answer was strange, considering they’re always so close and they’re together all the time.

They stayed in silence for a while. Ginny gazed off into the distance while Harry stood frozen trying to comprehend what to do.

Ginny then suddenly turned to him, eyed him for a few seconds then started combing his hair with her fingers. Harry almost melted at the gesture.

“Your hair never stays in one place, does it?” She said, with a concentrated look on her face.

Harry smiled down at her and he caught her eye. For a moment, they just stared at each other Ginny took her hand out of his hair and Harry felt a pang of disappointment.

Ginny huffed, frustrated, and turned away from him with an angry look on her face.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked, confused.

“I can’t say anything to your face,” She said sort of angrily. Harry was very confused now.

“Why?” He asked amused.

“Cause look at your face!” She turned back around to face him with an adorable angry look on her face. Harry was a bit taken aback.

“You’re gorgeous,” She added quietly.

Harry felt his heart flutter and his speed up. He was sure he was dreaming because there was no possible way that Ginny Weasley, who he was been crushing on for so long, thought he was gorgeous!

Harry found himself laughing. “Well, thank you.” He felt confident for some reason. “I’m pretty sure you’re more gorgeous than me, though. Maybe even more than anyone in the world.”

She blushed and Harry felt proud of himself. “Harry,” She said in a high-pitched voice. “I’m so furious at you for making me feel this way! And making me blush around you like I’m eleven again!”

Harry laughed again. He always knew that he felt happier every time he was with Ginny. Whether she’s drunk or sober, she always knows how to make him feel better and brighter.

Then, Harry reached out and took her hand in his. He didn’t know what exactly possessed him, maybe it was just that Ginny’s magnetic field was a little too strong.

Ginny looked down at their hands and looked up at Harry and smiled. “Has anyone ever told you that you have such pretty forest-green eyes?” Harry didn’t know how much of her drunk talk he could take before he straight-up melted into a puddle of joy.

Harry’s attention was brought to her lips and he got the image of him kissing Ginny. The thought of it made him so happy, but he knew that it was wrong.

He realized that he shouldn’t touch her hand in the darkened sky, he shouldn’t be blushing this hard, and he shouldn’t be dreaming about kissing her.

He let go of her hand and sighed. “I- uh…should probably get back inside,” He stuttered lamely.

“Why?” She whined. “Stay with me.” She took his hand. Harry felt his whole body fill with butterflies.

His face broke out into a grin. He swore it was the Ginny effect that was getting to him.

She tugged him close to her. “Just because I’m angry at your gorgeousness doesn’t mean you can leave me,” She smirked.

They laughed. For the rest of the night they talked and walked and laughed together happily and the whole time Harry felt like he was in a dream. This felt right.

And please, Harry and Ginny are definitely the most gorgeous people you’ve ever met.

#hinny #severalsunlitdaylights #hinny fanfiction

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theycallme-thejackal · 1 year

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One MidgeLenny x TSwift Fic Per Day

178. Forever & Always

Night after night, Midge finds herself staring at the phone.

It makes her feel pathetic. She’s used to men pursuing her. She was easily the most beautiful girl in her class at Bryn Mawr. Joel pursued her even as she continuously rebuffed him. Benjamin was eventually unable to resist her. Declan Howell. Even the guy from the park whose name she can’t be bothered to remember recently sought her out.

Once upon a time, she would have put Lenny Bruce in that category. Because he did pursue her. He invited her out in Miami. He asked her to dance. He looked at her with those dark eyes and asked to see her show corset and told her on the most prestigious stage in the country that she had the ability to break his fucking heart.

And she hasn’t heard from him since.

What the hell happened? She thought something was finally happening. For so long, she was afraid that if she had sex with Lenny Bruce, that would be the end. She’d lose someone who became incredibly important to her, and all for one night.

Well, it was one incredible night, but she wonders now if it was worth the radio silence. If she had just slept on the couch or tried to brave the storm, would Lenny still be in her life?

Mama and Papa are upstate at a wedding Mama matched. The kids are with Joel and Mei. So tonight, Midge has a date with a bottle of wine and a quiet phone.

Which is already ringing when she walks into the apartment.

She drops her bag unceremoniously by the door and rushes to the living room. She feels ridiculous. The odds of it being him are slim to none. But if it is him, and she misses it...

“Hello?”

“Christ, is your elevator broken? Why are you out of breath?”

She laughs, a combination of genuine humor and sheer relief. Finally, after weeks, she’s hearing his voice. “I thought the call might be important, and it was already ringing when I got inside,” she answers.

“Nope. Just an old jailbird calling for a chat,” he quips.

“From which precinct?”

“Actually I’m calling from my mother’s house. If it weren’t for my kid being here, I’d actually prefer Varick.”

“Better than the eighth, I hear,” she replies with a grin.

“You haven’t had the pleasure yet?”

“Nope. I’ve been a very good girl since you last saw me.” She hears him chuckle and then says, “So your mother’s house? Bellmore?”

“Uh, no,” he answers. “She moved to Los Angeles a few years ago, so I’ve been hiding from the sun for the last six weeks.”

“Los Angeles,” she repeats, trying to hide her sadness. “That’s far.”

“It is,” he agrees. “But I’m headed back for the east coast in a few days, and I was thinking...”

Midge bites her lip as she smiles. “Yes?”

“If you’re not too angry with me for yelling at you and then disappearing...”

“Yes?” She repeats. Just say it already, she thinks.

“Maybe I could take you to dinner?” He finally asks.

Her smile grows wider. “I would love that. When do you get back?”

“If I don’t tell you, I can still surprise you with one of my patented sneak attacks,” he points out.

Midge purses her lips for a moment, debating whether or not to pull out the big guns. "Well, if you do tell me, I can be sure to wear a show corset in your favorite color.”

There’s a long pause, and he finally answers, “Friday. Sometime in the afternoon.”

She grins. “I have a gig Friday. I’m working again.”

“I heard. And I hear you’re very, very funny.”

Midge feels herself blush. “I’m on at eight. Dinner after?”

“It’s a date.”

She smiles again. She has the feeling it’s going to be a pretty permanent state for her for a while. “Yes, it is.”

#midgelenny #midge x lenny #midgexlenny #tmmm fanfic #marvelous mrs. maisel fanfic #otp: more important than god #jackal fics #mltswift

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aarcanegrimm · 1 year

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5. The Dragon Valkyrie

Masterlist

A funeral, tears and more. - Noelle finally begins to take up a sword.

Warnings: none, sad funeral scene

It was raining. Fitting for a day such as this one.

The Silva family and Black Bulls stood amongst the cold and wet staring at the freshly dug grave. It was final, it was done… Noelle had been buried. She would forever rest beside her mother as a brave woman, a magic knight, no- a Black Bull.

Yami had been the first to give a speech, as her Captain he felt obligated to be the one who spoke for her, for the squad.

“She was a bright kid. Always tried her hardest, always fought for others… fought for herself. I do wish, we wish we could have seen her genuinely happy because although she smiled it was never real. She would call us insects, bugs- which we all thought was funny- she had an immense amount of mana that she never was able to explore, and I honestly wish I had done more to help her with that.” Yami spoke, it was not an eloquent speech, nor had he prepared in any way, but it was a good enough effort for the Black Bulls. “She’ll be missed more than she could possible understand.”

His face was ashen as he walked towards the grave, dropping the pink Lily atop the dark patch of dirt.

Nozel stepped forward next, he was shaking, he looked a mess. He had not slept in days let alone eaten at all. Solid and Nebra didn’t dare disturb him even though neither really cared- or at least thought they didn’t. So, they all watched as a ragged looking Prince knelt on the wet ground, dirt marking his pants, grass staining the white fabric. He was facing the grave from the side, so that everyone could hear him.

“The moment I held you in my arms I knew I’d be wrapped around your finger.” He started, tears already welling in his eyes. “Your hand was so small and your eyes so wide and beautiful… you looked like a mirror image of our mother already. I treated you terribly after mother died and I never gave you a good enough reason as to why. You didn’t kill mother when you were born Noelle… she was murdered protecting you, by a devil who’s name I cannot say because I’m unsure if I was marked by its curse or not.”

Those present gasped, loud, and clearly very shocked at the revelation, but Nozel continued.

“I vowed to protect you, to keep you safe and instead of doing what I should have, loved you fully, cared for you, held you when you cried I… I turned away hoping that this behaviour would keep you away from the battlefield. I was wrong, I was so, so wrong and I wish I could do it all over again, I wish I could hold you in my arms as I once did, have your tiny hands wrap around my fingers. I wish I could have seen that sweet gummy smile you gave mother once more. Instead- no this is my punishment, and I will take it to my own grave. I will work to right wrongs, I will be a better brother to Nebra and Solid, I will tell the truth I will-” a sob ripped from his throat as he leant over the freshly covered grave. “I wish Cordelia were here too, I hope she and mother are with you, keeping you safe, making you feel loved and protected like I should have… I pray you to have a better next life, away from a brother like me.”

~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~

The Hissing Woods were a lot prettier in her dreams Noelle decided. There the trees were vibrant and there was music in the air… here now it’s dark, it felt bad.

She prayed she hadn’t been tricked by some beast now that she was here after four and a half months of travel. Slowly she pulled her wand from her pocket as a twig snapped behind her. She spun, long white hair whipping in her face as she came face to face with a familiar pair of turquoise eyes and short black hair.

“Nyx?” She breathes and the boy only grins.

“You made it.” He whispers excitedly. Noelle nodded slowly as she takes in the forest around them.

“Why’s it so…”

“Gloomy?” He finishes. “Our cousin… Illyria, Ashera really wanted you guys to meet but- Illyria’s missing, been missing for a few weeks now and we… the guards found part of her ear on the outskirts of the woods.”

“I’m so sorry.” Noelle says, grasping his hand into her own. “That must be terrible for all of you.”

“Uncle is terrified, he hasn’t slept at all this last month, he can barely lead like this.” Nyx was staring at their hands, tightening their grip slowly. “You would have liked Illyria; she would have been able to teach you how to use a sword as a conduit properly.”

Noelle didn’t know what to say, what to do. At current she was still just an eight-year-old, she couldn’t do much- granted she couldn’t do much at sixteen either. Nyx took in a deep breath and grinned.

“But I am glad to be able to take you to the village now, I’m glad we can see each other like this and not through Ashera’s dreams anymore.”

“Me too.” She said softly. “I’m happy to be here Nyx.”

~~*~~

These Elves were so different. So kind and warm. It was unlike the invasion that lay ahead… these Elves were not the same, they weren’t taking over human bodies they just were. Hair as black as night or the richest of browns, skin smoother than silk and voices as sweet as a lullaby, Noelle could understand why the stories made them so beautiful now.

“This is amazing.” She murmured as Nyx guided her through the village, hidden in treetops and buried within tree bark- it was… magical.

“Welcome to Mórilanta- or in the human tongue, welcome to Nightfall.” Nyx said, hand tightening in her own as they weaved through the townsfolk.

“Hello master Nyx.” Many greeted with bright smiles. They would offer nods and waves- very few looked on questioning why an eight-year-old human girl was being dragged towards what looked like a training field.

“Ashera!” Nyx yelled as they stepped onto the field. The woman turned, dressed in loose pants and thin blouse she looked equally as beautiful as usual.

“Nyx! Ella!” She greeted, jogging towards them to scoop them both into a hug. “How wonderful it is that you are finally here.”

Ella… that had become her new name in some form. During her last month and a half of travelling she would call herself Ella when asked, if asked, she could barely hide the head of silver-white hair but at least for now her name would do.

“I’m glad to be here. Mórilanta is beautiful.”

“Oh, you said it right!” Ashera said with glee. “Normally new folk go straight for Nightfall.”

“New folk?” Noelle asks.

“We get many beings come through here, Dragon folk, Humans, Dryads etcetera.” A new voice spoke, Noelle turned to face a grinning older Elven man. “You must be the Yule Forest.”

The silver haired girl turned to look at her friend whose face had turned an unusual shade of pink.

“Uncle…” He muttered. “I only called her that once.”

“Once is enough to use it to embarrass you. Ella yes? My name is Lydon- Ashera and Nyx’s uncle and the king of the Moon Elves.” The only hint of his age was the soft grey through his hair and crease around his eye, you wouldn’t be able to tell otherwise.

“King?” She found herself spluttering- though she was a princess (she was a runaway princess at that) … it was different, he was in charge of his people, ruled it with an iron fist, which was something she would never do.

“Ah yes sorry for not telling you.” Nyx says, offering a weak smile.

“It’s fine… I was just shocked.”

“Just think of me as anyone else, I prefer being seen as just a person rather than the king.” Lydon smiled. “My niece says you wish to learn the blade, though my daughter would have been better suited as your teacher please allow me to assume that role… tell me youngling why do you wish to learn sword fighting? You are young, you have plenty time to develop your magic.”

“I have no control. I can’t use my magic without a conduit, and I would rather still be able to defend myself if I were left powerless.” Noelle responds, a practiced answer if ever they’d heard. A heartbeat passed before anyone spoke again.

“But why a sword? You could use a dagger, a knife, a staff…” Lydon continued. Noelle paused, nose scrunching as she thought of an answer.

Yami, she wanted to be more like Yami, her Captain… her almost father figure.

“I… there’s a magic knight who uses a sword, it’s like he pours his mana into it. He saved me once and I guess it stuck, I know how to use a knife, but I think a sword would suit my mana better too.”

“A good answer.” The king smiled, passing her a small wooden sword. “Shall we begin?”

Noelle felt her lips quirk upward, a feral grin forming on her face. She was ready to learn, ready to grow into the woman she wanted to be… she was ready to be a Black Bull again.

#black clover #black clover fluff #black clover angst #Noelle Silva #the dragon Valkyrie

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hootersgirlrick · 2 years

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@drakepad-luv-2000 requested: How about Angel dust has a horrible memory of his past life and Charlie is there to help him.

cw for child abuse

i got kind of lazy at the end, i hope you like it.

dusk had finally fallen upon hell's pride ring after a goddamn long day stuck at work.

the sky was a blend of angry reds and dark purples. not as pretty as the evenings up top- but ya get what ya get when you spend your life up there doing nothing but killin' and drugs.

angel was sat on the roof of the hotel, leaning against the frames of the hotel sign with a quickly burning cigarette sat between his index and middle fingers.

it was peaceful up there, sometimes. when nobody was followin' you up there chitterin' on and on about some redemption bullshit.

there wasn't a damn soul around here that was worth redeeming.

especially not him.

not a fuck up like him.

can't do nothin' right.

and there it was. that same voice that paid no rent yet lived in his mind forever. that followed him all the way into the afterlife to remind him just what brand of shit he was.

he thought he was over it, many, many times in his life and afterlife he that he was over it and it didn't fuckin' matter. who ever cared about that old bastard anyway? not even ma stuck around in the end, and that was sayin' something.

she always put up with him. some days he was drunk enough to pass out on the couch and gift everyone with some silence. she'd clean him up anyway. even if he deserved to rot on the couch in his own piss.

most days he was drunk enough to throw punches at the kids. which she always took instead. always had to be the hero, ma.

she was a damn angel. beautiful. charming. gentle. compassionate.

let little anthony play in her makeup, jewelry, clothes and heels. she always told him he looked downright beautiful.

aw, fuck. keep it together anthony.

he wiped a teard from his eye and sniffled. he did his damn best to hold it in. pa was a downright bastard, and he missed his ma. wished she was still around somewhere to protect him like she used to. maybe that was selfish. but he missed the smell of her perfume, missed her voice and smile.

"Hey Angel, I thought you'd be up here! I just wanted to ask if- oh."

there was that princess again. always up his ass. sometimes he thought she should just crawl up there and get it the hell over with.

he dropped his cigarette and wiped his face with his sleeve.

"ah, goddamnit- whaddaya want?" angel didn't bother to hide the frustration is his tone.

"well i- i was gonna ask.. well, it doesn't matter anymore. are you okay, angel?"

angel felt a ping on guilt in his chest at the genuine worry in her voice.

"'m fine, princess. just... just leave me alone."

this time he couldn't hide the defeat in his tone, even if he wanted to.

"you don't seem fine..." she slowly walked up to him, as if she would scare him away if she made too much noise and sat down next to him. "do you wanna talk about it?"

"the fuck makes you think i wanna talk about it?" he snapped at her, feeling another sting of guilt right after the words left his mouth. he found that his mouth was full of venom these days.

she looked at him with big, sad, puppy dog eyes. he cursed to himself and rolled his eyes.

"just thinkin' about shit, alright? it doesn't concern ya. now, what did you want?"

"well, we don't have to talk about it if you dont want to! but i want you to know, if you need me, i'm here." she put her hand on his shoulder and smiled. a smile that reminded him of her.

angel didn't quite know how to respond to such genuine kindess. he hadn't experienced it in a long damn time.

"uh- yeah. thanks."

he cleared his throat awkwardly and turned to look at the now dark sky.

"well, this isn't what i was going to ask... and i uuusssuaalllyy wouldn't suggest such a thing to someone leaning towards redemption but..."

angel cocked an eyebrow and looked at her with pure confusion.

"...ya wanna play a prank on al?"

#hazbin hotel #angel dust #charlie magne #one shot

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noelleai · 1 year

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Storms and Stories

The rain pattered relentlessly against the windows of the cozy little house nestled in the outskirts of Hometown. Noelle and Susie, two friends who had grown closer over the past few months, found themselves confined indoors due to the gloomy weather. The rain had begun in the morning, and it showed no signs of stopping anytime soon.

"Ugh, I can't believe we're stuck in here," Susie groaned as she flopped onto the plush sofa, her wild purple hair splayed out around her. "We could be out doing something fun, but no, we're stuck inside because of this stupid rain."

Noelle, who was sitting on the other end of the sofa, chuckled softly. "Well, maybe it's a good opportunity to spend some time together and just relax. We're always so busy with school and everything else."

Susie rolled her eyes but grinned at Noelle. "I guess you're right. So, what do you want to do?"

Noelle thought for a moment, her fingers tapping gently on her chin. "Hmm, how about we tell each other stories about our childhood? We could learn more about each other, and it might be fun."

Susie shrugged, her expression softening. "Sure, why not? You start."

Noelle smiled and began, her voice warming as she recalled her past. "When I was little, I used to love exploring the forest near our house. I'd pretend I was a brave adventurer, searching for hidden treasures and battling imaginary monsters. One day, when I was about seven, I found a small cave hidden behind a waterfall. I was so excited that I spent the whole afternoon exploring it, convinced I'd discovered a secret hideout."

Susie listened, genuinely interested. "What happened then?"

"Well, I got lost," Noelle admitted, blushing. "It was getting dark, and I couldn't find my way out. I started to cry, thinking I'd be trapped in there forever. But then, my dad found me. He'd been searching for me the whole time, and he followed the sound of my crying. He held me tight and carried me home, telling me it was okay and that he was proud of my adventurous spirit."

Susie smiled, touched by the story. "Your dad sounds like a great guy."

Noelle nodded, a hint of sadness in her eyes. "He really was. I miss him."

There was a moment of silence, and then Susie took a deep breath, ready to share her story. "When I was around eight, my mom got really sick. We didn't have much money, and I wanted to do something to help her feel better. So, I decided to go out and find the best, most expensive gift I could for her."

Noelle leaned in, intrigued. "What did you find?"

Susie laughed, a little embarrassed. "I found this really cool-looking rock that I thought was a rare gemstone. I spent days polishing it and even made a little box to put it in. When I finally gave it to her, she looked at it and then at me, and just started laughing."

Noelle gasped, eyes wide. "She laughed?"

"Yeah," Susie said, grinning. "But it wasn't a mean laugh. She hugged me tight and told me it was the best gift she'd ever gotten. She said it was just a normal rock, but it meant the world to her because I'd put so much love into it. She kept it on her nightstand until the day she…" Susie's voice trailed off, and she looked away.

Noelle reached over and squeezed Susie's hand gently. "I'm sorry, Susie. That's a beautiful story, though. Your mom must have been a wonderful person."

Susie nodded, wiping away a tear that had escaped. "Yeah, she was."

The two friends sat in silence for a moment, their eyes glistening with unshed tears. The rain continued to patter against the windows, but the atmosphere in the room had become warm and comforting.

"Thanks for sharing that with me, Susie," Noelle whispered, her voice full of gratitude.

Susie offered a small smile. "Thank you for listening."

As the day wore on, the rain never ceased, but neither did the laughter and the stories that filled the cozy little house. Noelle and Susie discovered that sometimes, even when the world outside seemed cold and unforgiving, the warmth of friendship could be enough to make the stormiest days bright. They grew even closer, learning more about each other's joys and sorrows, dreams and fears. Through their stories, they found a deeper connection that only made their bond stronger.

As the evening approached, they decided to make hot cocoa and curl up on the sofa, wrapped in warm blankets, continuing to share tales of their pasts. Time seemed to fly by as they reveled in each other's company, the rain outside serving as a gentle reminder of the safe haven they had found within each other's friendship.

The storm eventually passed, and the clouds began to clear, allowing the first rays of moonlight to filter through the windows. Noelle and Susie, now tired from their day of emotional exploration, began to drift off to sleep, lulled by the comforting rhythm of the raindrops that still lingered on the roof.

As they drifted off, Noelle whispered, "Susie, thank you for today. I feel like I know you so much better now."

Susie smiled sleepily. "I feel the same way, Noelle. You're the best friend I could ever ask for."

With that, they closed their eyes and allowed sleep to carry them away, safe in the knowledge that they had found something precious in each other – a friendship that could weather any storm.

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octarinne · 2 years

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tangled

There she was again, at the very corner of the coffeeshop. Cross-legged as she faced the wooden window. Her sorrow face was illuminated by the dim light, her hazel eyes seemed to stare at nowhere. Buzzing voice at the restaurant or the strange gaze cast at her didn't seem to bother her. She sat still, paid attention to every people come by, as if she was waiting someone to come.

The sudden thunderstorms hit this old city, startling everyone in the coffeeshop, except for her. Nothing changed in her expression, not even a hint of shock visible. It's as if a sorrowful expression had been forever engraved in her face.

It was the third time she came here. Last time she came was also last Tuesday. Still sad, still gloomy, still alone.

Julia couldn't decide which was more bleak, that sad eyed woman's face or the rain at sunset.

Mr. Woodhouse was a place where Julia had worked for three years. The small and vintage coffeeshop only sold a pristine coffee with a secret recipe that belonged to Woodhouse family. Its owner was always known as Mr. Woodhouse—Julia wasn't sure whether it was his real name or only his alias—who run this coffeeshop as long as people could remember. His father, grandfather, great grandfather, and great great grandfather had sold the same coffee, but the taste remained intact and the recipe remained secret. One time, there was investor offered Mr. Woodhouse to expand his coffeeshop, saying that this coffeeshop had so many prospect and could gain a great amount of profit each year. He even promised that this coffeeshop would have many branches across the country, but no matter how promising this offer was, Mr. Woodhouse turned it down at once—no one knew why, but there was saying that Mr. Woodhouse said that it wasn't about money; it was matter of a heart.

Even though, honestly, Julia never understood what exactly he meant. As long as Julia knew, he never had any lover or wife. Maybe it was related to his family matters, Julia thought. Mr. Woodhouse was an elusive man. He wouldn't talk out of necessary and sometimes he was stubborn and short-tempered, but he paid her handsomely, so, she didn't protest. Sometimes she wondered, what would happen to this coffeeshop after Mr. Woodhouse died? He had no offspring to continue this business and he didn't seem to share his secret recipe anytime soon. It would be such a shame if this coffeeshop must come to an end.

Julia threw a glance at the sad eyed woman—Julia thought that she could understand her at certain level. She was like an outsider of this society—just like she was. World around her revolves, but she stays where she is. Sadness in her eye reminded her of something happened a long time ago. A painful wound she wished to bury. A past she wished she never experienced. A fate, Julia mused, wasn't thing that everyone could understand. It was beautiful, blind, and cruel. It was like a double edged sword. If you play with it nicely, it will become your greatest companion. But if you ever cheat on it, then surely it will be vengeance at your doom. It will stab you at your heart—torment you, to a slow and painful death.

"Excuse me, Miss, we are about to close soon. Is there anything you wish to order?"

She turned her head, looked at the voice, breaking her reverie. Julia asked expectantly. Her smile wide and her eyes wrinkled of happiness. She offered her most genuine smile, hoping that it could lift up her mood.

"No, thanks, I'll take my leaving soon. Can I book this table for the next Tuesday?"

Just like what I thought, Julia thought. In fact, she probably would be surprised if she didn't book the table when Julia asked her.

She could still remember the first time she came to this coffeeshop. It was almost the close time, Julia had already cleaned the tables and Mr. Woodhouse had counted the profit for today when she came all wet from rain. She, then, sat to the only table Julia hadn't cleaned yet—the one that faced the wooden window. Julia looked at Mr. Woodhouse, waiting for his reaction, but he was just standing there, frozen. Without saying a single word, Mr. Woodhouse put back those chairs to the floor and decided to stay open until that miserable woman finished pouring her heart out.

Since then, she always came at Tuesday. Sitting at the very corner of the coffeeshop, from its opening until its closing, with nobody came to talk to. She was just sitting there, haunting that place like a ghost. On earlier week, Julia thought that she was waiting for someone—judging from the longing look she threw at the people passing by—and that somebody would eventually come to talk to her, mending her broken pieces. But after some time, Julia had decided that she indeed waited for someone, yet someone in question wasn't aware that they were being waited all along.

Julia had just finished cleaning her table when she saw her form leaving this coffeeshop into the dark of night. Julia could never fathom; what kind of problem could trouble that woman so much? She couldn't possibly older than her, but her sad eyes screamed she has lived for centuries. One time, while cleaning the coffeeshop, she tried to make a small conversation with her boss who seemed to be sulking all day. Julia wasn't meant to be insulting at all, but when her boss threw a murderous glare at her, she knew she'd messed up. To her, it was really just a random topic. She was usually also joking about their customer, yet when she come up with a light joke that they should probably asking that sad eyed woman what happened, he snapped: mind your business, we are coffeeshop not a psychiatric, that she didn't wish anyone to interrupt her silent battle, that she needed time for herself—to heal. All while he slammed the door. Julia froze in her place, unable to move a single muscle.

That was when she knew she shouldn't have joked about costumers.

***

A week flew so fast. Tuesday again, meaning that sad eyed woman would come, assumedly. That morning when Mr. Woodhouse and Julia open the coffeeshop, the breeze air suddenly felt so eerie. The wind blew so cold and sinister, as if the Universe was cursing them that morning. Mr. Woodhouse, whom usually had a cryptic comments about everything, now seemed strangely quiet and somewhat nervous? Julia didn't ask him what happened as she herself felt a sudden melancholy flowing in her veins.

As usual, Julia would prepare her table and marked it as booked at the end of the table. But until midday, there was no sign of her. Mr. Woodhouse and Julia hadn't had a chance to talk or even think about her yet as the coffeeshop was quite busy today. It seemed that everyone was in high spirit. Except them.

That bleak evening, Julia realized, was the last time when Julia saw her, after she disappeared into the dark when rain had just stopped.

Weeks passed, yet there was still no sign of her. Julia stopped marked her table. However, Mr. Woodhouse still marked her table as booked. He even decided that Julia couldn't touch that table anymore when he knew Julia stopped marking that table. He seemed too attached to that sad eyed woman. Once in a time, Julia stole a glance at him and found him longingly gaze at the entrance, it was so painful to watch; silently Julia prayed that she would come again.

"Maybe she is finally having some peace."

Julia said one time after Mr. Woodhouse wouldn't stop worrying about her, his nervousness was clear as the day. It was the seventh week, Mr. Woodhouse seemed at the edge. The booked mark was still there and now thin dust slowly filled that corner table. After the coffeeshop closed, they decided to take a little walk. Looking around for tiny sign of her. It wasn't a big city, mind you. It was only an old town with a few people in it. Although Julia was just a newcomer in this town, if she were being honest, she had a feeling that the sad eyed woman wasn't from here. But for the sake of good old Mr. Woodhouse, Julia kept going. Maybe she was only a wanderer who happened to stop by at his coffeeshop—to heal, to disappear, and to remember whatever it was.

"Do you, by any chance, know her, Mr. Woodhouse?"

Julia asked curiously after miles of nothing. Long silence followed, Mr. Woodhouse didn't answer Julia's question. Julia looked at his face attentively. His face looked so tired and old. The wrinkles at the side of his eyes were clear as the day. His thin lips formed a small frown, his hair was now all grey—she didn't notice that Mr. Woodhouse was that old. Julia couldn't help but wonder, if he knew her all along, why didn't he make a conversation with her back then?

Under the willow tree, Julia heard silent sob escaped Mr. Woodhouse's mouth and Julia can't help but wondered, what was it all about? Many questions loaded her head, it was as if there were many things left unsaid, hidden truth left buried. She felt like she didn't know Mr. Woodhouse at all.

"We should probably get back."

#writing #fiction #short story #story #mad woman #prose #to be continued #I don't know if I will continue this #to be honest there is no plot in my mind #just a confusion

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break ups and break ins

a/n: i didn't have any motivation to continue writing so it stayed in my drafts for forever. it's a super messy fic im not super proud of tbh i wanted to scrap it but i got so far lol

genre: angst to fluff

pairing: hawks x reader

summary: you and hawks break up, but someone breaks in?

word count: 3.7k+

09.16.21

"come on, stop being so sensitive," hawks groans with an eye roll as you gawk at him. "you think i'm being sensitive because I'm hurt that you're out there flirting with other girls while we are in a relationship?"

you scoff in disbelief before tears form in your eyes, "i can't believe you right now, keigo."

hawks' brows knit as he stares at you bewildered, "i've already told you that it's just an act i have to out up because of the commission. i can't let them figure out i have a romantic relationship with someone. you don't know what they would do or could do."

"but that doesn't mean you can flirt around with no boundaries!" your voice comes out loud as your arms flail out in front of you, tears streaming down your face, "do you know how much it hurts to see you on television sweet-talking every girl out there when you're my boyfriend? i thought you would respect what we have..."

"(name), just admit you're just jealous of the fangirls and leave it at that," hawks closes his eyes, shaking his head in frustration, "honestly, they appreciate me so much more than you do."

your eyes widen in shock as you feel your heart shattering into tiny pieces so small you aren't sure if you could piece it back up.

"keigo, i love you for who you are—not because you're hawks," your voice now small and laced with hurt. "if you can't see the reason why i am so upset, i think it's best if we end it."

hawks' eyes quickly glance to yours before they look away just as quick, "i think that's what's best too," he whispers, causing your brows to furrow in sadness as you purse your lips tightly.

taking a step forward, you wrap your arms around your now ex-boyfriend, taking in his comforting arms and smell, "thanks for everything." a heavy sigh left from his lips before he nuzzled into you, "can i hold you in bed one last time?"

words died in your throat as you felt the tears sting your eyes once more. a nod was your only reply as hawks lifted the two of you up with his large wings, carrying you into the bedroom.

no words were exchanged as the two of you allowed your quiet breaths to mingle together in silence.

your heart was still achey from the fresh break-up as your cries and tears quietly filled the air. your nose and eyes red and raw from all the wiping you had done—the tissues around you as proof.

"hey, come on. you can't keep living like this and expect to get better," mirko says and she stands infront of you with a small smile. "how about we watch something to distract your mind?" she suggests as she turns around to pick up the controller to turn the television screen on.

"hawks, being the number two hero must be so taxing! how do you do it?"

hawks gives that big bright smile you've always loved, "my fans always give me motivation to do my best! i love you my babybirds!"

"oh shit-" mirko quickly turns the television screen off before she turns over to you, watching as your lips quiver before you break out in another crying session.

"rumi," you whine, muffled behind your tissues, "he doesn't care for me at all!" letting out a sigh, she walks over and places a comforting hand on your hair before running her hand through your locks, "hey, don't say that. hawks' cared for you a lot. break-ups happen, but don't let it keep you like this. let's go out and have some fun today, yeah?"

your teary eyes glance up at her before you let out sigh, "okay."

but to your surprise, a quick hour later here you were on a chair getting your makeup done professionally as mirko sat on the couch, munching away on a carrot. "rumi? why am i getting my makeup done professionally?"

"my makeup artist is good at what she does when she beats my face with makeup for those hero galas. i thought it would make you feel better getting your makeup done professionally before we go out and explore the city a bit," she finishes, taking another crunchy bite of her carrot.

a small, "oh" leaves your lips before your attention focuses back on the lipstick that gently glided across your lips. "there, all done. you look great!" the makeup artist cheers as she hands you a mirror.

your eyes sparkled once you saw your reflection—you had never felt so pretty before!

"are you ready to go out now?" mirko asks with a smile as she stands from her seat. you couldn't help the small, yet excited, smile, "yeah."

your words had been on repeat in hawks' mind.

you were upset because of how he was treating his fans—flirting with his fans as you put it. it was a constant argument the two of you had and frankly, he was getting tired of it. why you couldn't understand where he was coming from?

he didn't want to break up because of something so trivial, but it seemed like a break up was the only option. but it was fine, his fans kept him going; or that's what he thought was keeping him going.

"hawks! we love you!" his fans cried as he landed down in front of them, his handsome smile swooning everyone lucky enough to get their eye on him. "thanks birdies! i'm always happy to have your support!"

"can i have a picture?" "sign my shirt for me!" "you're the best hero!"

fans; something he enjoyed about being a hero. everywhere he went, they were there to offer him their love and support which he appreciated and loved!

but there often came days when he just wanted to stay cooped in his apartment. away from the world and away from the hero hawks. he simply wanted to escape and enjoy being keigo for a little while.

maintaining a facade took a lot away from him. it was tiring, exhausting even, trying to keep up with how fast his mind was going. a million different things happening at once and hawks had to be able to solve them. a little much for a single guy, don't 'cha think?

landing in at his balcony, hawks let out a heavy sigh as he was finally done with another tiring day of being the number two hero. thankfully, he had the next day off to do, well, nothing.

staring at the dark apartment with a an empty look, hawks let out a groan of exhaustion before unlocking the door and stepping in.

it was quiet, extra quiet these days. since he had gone to living by himself again.

after removing his hero gear, hawks walked into the kitchen and frowned at his lack of food in the fridge. usually, you were always there to greet him with a smile and a hearty dinner after a hard day at work.

well, that didn't matter anymore because you two had broken up, hawks mentally responded to his thoughts.

it seemed like tonight was one of those nights he really missed you.

you made this place feel like home and the more he thought about it, you were his home. he was safe with you and it was okay to let hawks go for the night and just be keigo. you loved him as he came, his flaws and everything. even the emotional baggage!

letting out an exhausted sigh, hawks closed his empty fridge before making his way towards his bed, plopping down with a grunt. "i'll just get a bigger breakfast tomorrow," he noted, pulling out his phone to catch up on his social media for the night.

hawks wasn't expecting to see much on his social media, he's too busy to be checking these sorts of things. today though, he was a little extra bored at home—until he saw a photo of you that mirko shared.

hawks quickly sat up in disbelief. hawks was genuinely confused. you had always been super pretty, but you were extra pretty in this picture. was it because you were no longer his? his eyes glanced over you in the photo for many long minutes as he took in your beauty. you looked so ethereal.

hawks was so thankful for mirko, he would have never stumbled across this photo of you.

the more he smiled at the photo, the more his heart ached. if only he just listened to you more and tried to find a solution to this problem, you would still be with him, in his arms. he was a fool to let you go because he didn't understand your pain. especially when you were always there for him when you couldn't understand his pain.

hawks found himself pulling up that photo of you whenever the days were tough. it never failed to bring a smile to his lips.

until mirko deleted the post.

he should've saved it when he had the chance, hawks thought as he let out a groan upon finding no picture. but, maybe mirko still had it on her phone? thankfully, there was a top five hero meeting that day which meant he could ask mirko about the picture.

hawks sat impatiently in his chair as he drummed his finger against his thigh, counting down the minutes until the meeting would conclude. it must've been distracting, because mirko approached him first after the meeting.

"hey birdbrain, what's up with you? you looked distracted during the meeting," mirko questioned walking up to the winged hero. hawks perked up slightly, before giving her a smile, "hmm? nah, just sick of meetings, wanted to get out." mirko eyed him curiously, "if you say so."

"i saw that picture you posted of (name)," he commented, "you two were hanging out?"

"huh? oh, this picture?" pulling up the picture on her phone, she showed him the photo before pulling away to hawks' dismay. "yeah, we went out. it was about time too! (name) seemed to be enjoying herself, so i'm glad i got to capture that."

hawks couldn't help the smile on his lips knowing that you were happy and could enjoy yourself. he really just wanted you to be happy, even if that wasn't with him.

"if you wanted the photo, you could've just asked," mirko smirks, causing hawks to duck his head down in embarrassment. "but even if you ask, im not giving it to you." Hawks turned his head brows furrowed and confused, slightly offended, "why would you even suggest it then?"

"not sure, maybe it'll be a way to encourage you to find a way to get it."

mirko had an interesting way of talking, hawks thought as he continued on with his patrol. it seemed like she was hinting at more than what she was saying, but he wasn't really interested in solving puzzles when he was busy being the number 2 hero.

and boy, was he busy busy.

it felt as if all the villains knew hawks would be out on patrol today, using that to their advatange by stiring up so much more trouble than on a typical day—not that he couldn't handle it, it was just more work that he would have hoped to do that day.

from the sky, he could see a crowd forming below on the streets as they cheered him on for another successful capture. hawks let out an exhausted sigh, but floated down to greet his fans nonetheless. there even happened to be press.

"hawks! you were amazing out there!" "great work! i can always count on you!" "you looked so attractive fighting those villains!"

hawks lifted up his visor and gave the fans a handsome grin, causing a chorus of squeals. hawks glanced at one of the fans near him lips curled in a smirk, mouth ready to open and say a few lines that would send arrows straight to the heart when he subconsciously stopped himself.

closing his mouth, he gave her a gentle smile before a soft reply came out, "thank you for supporting me."

it was weird of him to respond to fans in such fashion, but your words were stuck in the back of his head. he wished he could have acted this way before you two broke it off, it would have saved a lot of heartache.

hawks hoped you would notice his change. and unbeknownst to him, you had.

your eyes were glued to the television that aired the news that also happened to feature your ex-boyfriend, hawks. your heart felt fuzzy as you watched him, he seemed different...more down to earth?

"your eyes haven't left the tv since hawks appeared," mirko comments causing you to avert your eyes embarrassed. "i was just interested in the news for today, that's all," you tried but knew mirko wouldn't buy into your lie.

"yeah, okay. keep telling yourself that," she chuckles as she she sits down beside you. "so, whats going on in that head of yours now?"

"he's different now, rumi," you state, eyes drifting back to the screen. "he's talking to his fans like they're fans." your shoulders slump sadly, "i wish he was like this when we were together...i guess he really doesn't care about me after all."

mirko lets out a grunt as she listens to your moping. turning towards her, you notice her adjusting her purple thigh high socks to sit snugly against her upper thighs, "you have patrol this evening?"

"yep, my turn for an evening patrol. they're not that bad, more bad guys come out at night," she jokes with chuckle but you don't find it funny. "i know you can easily beat them, but that doesn't mean i worry any less for you," you sigh. "stay safe please."

"will do, cry baby," she jokes once more causing you to angrily pout, "i'm not a cry baby!" "says the one crying over hawks. bye!" and with that she quickly leaves out the door before you could throw a pillow at her.

rolling your eyes playfully, you walk over toward the bedroom you shared with mirko. you had a nice futon on the floor beside of her bed that surprisingly was very comfy. organizing her room a bit and folding her clothes she tossed around, you tried to busy yourself until she came back.

which was surprisingly short.

you heard the main door swing open before hearing her move around the living room and kitchen. she must've forgotten something, you thought to yourself as you made your way toward the bedroom door you had previously closed behind you.

"rumi? did you forget something?" you ask as you open the door, just to find yourself staring at the stranger in the apartment who donned a black ski mask with some sort of weapon in their hand. unfortunately your voice had caught their attention and their head quickly turned toward you before bolting it down the hallway for you.

screaming, you quickly shut the door and locked it before the thief could get in. the rattle of the doorknob causes you to let out another shriek as you looked around for a way to protect yourself and to escape.

the only solution that came to your mind was to block the door with whatever heavy furniture mirko had on her room which consisted of her bed, a desk and her clothes drawers. you did your best to block the door, but it was proving to be not enough.

"open the door and i won't hurt you miss," the voice called out and you felt your stomach twist from their words.

you scurried around to look for your phone and thankfully found it amongst this chaos and your body went on auto-pilot and dialed the first person that came to your mind whenever you were in danger.

your shaky hand brought your phone to your ear as you ran into the furthest corner of her room. your free hand covering your trembling lips. please pick up.

"hello? (name)?"

"keigo please help me," you cried quietly so the person on the other side couldn't hear you, but the desperation in your voice was clear as day for hawks. "(name)? whats happening? where are you?" his voice was now firm and laced with worry as you began to sob in through the phone.

"i'm at mirko's and she just left for patrol but someone broke in and i hid myself in her room. i'm so scared, please come quick." and right after he heard you squeak in fear from the unidentified noises through your phone.

"i'm coming right now," you could hear the power his wings had as he lift himself into the sky, "does she have any windows you can exit from?" glancing behind you, you took a mental note that her windows were large enough for you to escape through—the only problem was mirko lived on the tenth floor.

squeezing your eyes shut, you nodded even though hawks could not see you, "yeah, but she doesn't have any escape ladders and i'm on the tenth floor." hawks cursed under his breath on the other side, "just hold on, i'm almost there."

clutching onto your phone, you jumped when the barricade you made against the door was getting tossed around from the force of the stranger on the other side trying to break in. scrambling around, you quickly unlocked the window before opening it, allowing the wind to flow in.

with another jolt from the door all of your barricades flew from the door, leaving it vulnerable. you knew the door would fall with his next move, so with trembling hands, you maneuvered your body outside the window, letting your bottom sit on the window frame.

from a distance, you could hear someone calling out your name. when you narrowed your eyes to focus, all of the stress left your body as you watched them shoot towards you. hawks had come to your rescue!

but hawks wasn't close enough.

the door behind you broke allowing the stranger into the room and before they could grab a hold of you, you jumped.

"(name)!"

as your body free fell down towards the earth, hawks used his wings to give himself one strong push forward before folding his wings tightly behind his back to gain speed to reach you.

reaching his arms out, he caught you in time before shooting back up towards the sky, "that was so stupid of you!" you shouted loudly against the wind, "what if i wasn't there in time?"

glancing up at him, you gave him a small smile, "i just knew you'd get to me in time ."

"agh, more paperwork i have to fill out!" mirko groans as she walks around her messy apartment after hawks and her had caught the suspect and had cops take care of him. as she walked away into her bedroom with a line of curses, you quietly turned over towards hawks who had his back facing you. he was on call with the commission.

"yep, i'll get that finished tomorrow," ending his call and stuffing his phone in his pocket, he turns around to find you staring at him. his cheeks flush slightly from the sudden eye contact, but he managed to compose himself. "are you doing alright? that must've been quite the terrifying experience."

"yeah, thanks for picking up. you were the first person i thought to call," you confess and he perks up. "oh yeah?"

"you've always kept me safe and i just really needed you when i was in danger. so thanks," giving him a smile he mirrors you. "of course, anything for you."

your heart flutters from his words, but you slightly turn yourself away, glancing down. you two were no longer dating, so there was no need to get butterflies over him again. "well, thanks again. you must have a busy day tomorrow."

"do you buy any chance still have that photo of you when you were out with mirko?" hawks asks suddenly causing you to glance up at him. "you know, when you two went out a couple weeks ago? you were all dolled up and honestly, just super pretty?" hawks says boldly with a sheepish grin.

"why are you asking?"

"send it my way."

you gawked at him, "you want me to send you a picture of me? we're not dating anymore, that would be weird!" hawks could only shrug, "okay, that's simple then. let's go on a date." you gawked even further, "what is going on inside of that bird brain? all this for a photo?"

"i want to be the one who takes those photos of you. i want to be the reason you get all dolled up. i know i messed up, (name). i've been changing the way i talk to my fans because i understand how i hurt you. could you give me another chance to make it better? i promise i will treat you the way you deserve to be treated."

this was coming too suddenly, your wounds were just starting to heal.

"you...you don't mean that, hawks," you say dejectedly as you back up to sit on mirko's couch. "i'm scared."

"he means it you know?" mirko pops out of the hallway suddenly and stands with her arms crossed against her chest as she stares at the two of you. "he's been asking me for that picture nonstop since he saw it online."

"but he really does love you still, (name) and i know you still love him too. go ahead and give it another shot, i'll be here to kick him to the curb if he does anything bad to you." she encourages, making you glance back towards hawks.

"promise?" your eyes are sparkly from the tears that had glossed over your eyes and hawks gives you a confident nod, "promise. i'll pick you up at six tomorrow?"

you couldn't help your growing smile, "yeah, i'll be waiting."

- e x t r a -

as hawks flew off towards his apartment, the notification ding of his phone went off causing him to take a look. you had sent him a text!

opening the message his eyes widen from the photo you sent, it was the cute pic of you all dolled up!

"i'm so in love!" he shouts loudly in the sky.

#hawks #hawks x reader #hawks x you #mha x reader #my hero academia x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #keigo x reader #takami keigo x reader #keigo takami x reader

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