#and I just.... can't be fucked to even get my notebook out and jot anything down. not even the broad strokes. like. nothing.

[imwritesometimes]

looking at the dono.linc a03 tag like 'hmmm wish there was new stuff to read here' yet being completely unable to make any new stuff

[anangelinthepit]

Bruise my Bones, but Leave my Heart Alone

Hello, my angels, I'm so sorry it took me forever to get this up. I've been going through a lot lately, but part 6 shouldn't be too far behind. Please enjoy and, as always, I love you all so very much - Magenta 🌹

Warning ⚠️ very sensitive topics, please be advised ⚠️

Part 5

“I’m not sure why they call it heartbreak. My entire body feels like its broken”

Part 5

Delilah’s POV

“What do you mean there's nothing you can do? Y/N wouldn't run off like this! I told you guys what was said during our call. You're not even gonna check it out? Look at this picture. Does this look like a girl who is fucking joking with you?” I said while showing the picture that Y/N sent me. There’s no fucking way they’re blowing me off, this is a girl who’s been kidnapped. Why aren’t they taking me seriously?

“Ma’am I'm sorry, but she's over the age of 18, and you clearly showed a message from her stating that she is alright. The only thing I can recommend is trying to check in with her in a week. If you don't hear from them, then we can do a wellness check, but at this time, it's completely out of our hands.” the officer said, jotting down his notebook

“Yes, but there's a chance the text could also be fake, and what about the phone call? Who jokes like that ?” I said with tears starting to weld up in my eyes

“Hey you know how many times I get the joke “Is your fridge running?” on these lines. It's not uncommon Miss. Again, I'm sorry but there isn't anything we can do for you.” The cop said

“Yeah well, thanks for nothing,” I said turning away from him and Malibu

I stormed out of the police station and sat on the steps with my face on my knees. My best friend is out there, probably hurt and scared. I can't fucking sit here and do nothing, I need to find her, and if the police won't help me then ill take matters into my own hands. It's already bad enough that Jason was hurting her. Now, there is a 90% chance that she was kidnapped by these assholes.

“What's the next step, babe?” Malibu said while sitting down next to me.

“I don't know. She probably thinks I never even tried to look for her, and that's what bothers me the most. I wanted her first concert experience to be something that was out of this world.” I said in between sobs

“Baby maybe she was just joking and it’s a sick prank she and Jason were playing,” Malibu said trying to comfort me.

“You don’t understand booboo look at this picture.”

I pulled up the picture on my phone that Y/N took. You can see someone behind her and she is fucking scared and unaware of what the hell is going on. Her lip is busted with a black eye to go with it.

“I even brightened up the picture to show it's the lead singer standing behind her,” I said, showing boo boo

He looked at the phone and shook his head. The picture itself was disturbing, and the fact that the coos ignored gave me such a strong feeling of rage.

“God I think I’m gonna be sick,” I said, leaning over. My anxiety was making me dryheave from the sight of the picture. It looked like it came straight from a fucking slasher film.

“Y/N has an iPhone right?” Malibu questioned

“Yeah, why?.” I said. “What the hell does it matter what kind of phone she has?”

“Find my iPhone. Even if her phone is damaged or dead we might still have a chance to find her. That's if those fuckers didn't take out her sim card. It's risky but it's the best chance we got right now, Baby.” Boo said

We got up and went back to our hotel to pack and start our search. The police were as useless as they come so taking matters into our own hands was the only option we had to find Y/N. Those fuckers messed with the wrong girl and boy do I have a surprise for them when I find them. If there's one scratch on my sister, there will be trouble. My best friend has been through enough. Those ashsoles don't need her world upside down any more than what it already is. “Y/N stay strong. I'm on my way”

Y/N POV

The water stung my cigarette burns and scratches but felt so relaxing at the same time. I had no effort for ways my body but pushed through, I may be held captive, but I don't need to stink in the process.

*knock knock*

“Y/N I don't mean to rush you doll, but Noah is on his way back. He told me to make sure we were out of the shower by the time he got here.” Nick said through the closed door.”

What kind of controlling shit? Whatever, the last thing I need is for him to rip me out of here. I washed off the remaining soap and got out. Wrapping my towel around my body, I wiped away the fog on the mirror only to be met with a reminder that again I let a man use me as a fucking punching bag. I dried my body and then put on the clothes that Nick left me. The smell of cologne made me weak in the knees, it was the same smell that filled my head when Noah had me over his shoulder. The image came back to my mind, my breast pushed up against the sweat-dripping artwork that colored his beautiful skin or the way he held me so close I could feel his lips near my neck. I can feel myself starting to fall for him and two seconds away from giving in to that angel face who has evil intentions.

I began to feel an ache between my legs that it seemed like only Josh would be able to cure. One gentle kiss on my-

***KNOCK KNOCK******

“Y/N! lets go. You've been in there long enough.” Noah shouted, breaking from my luscious daydream

I'm not sure what it is, but this man being an asshole makes me as dry as the Sahara desert. I put on the clothes that Nick gave me and walked out into the room. I was met with the boys and some. Two random dudes and a cute puppy ran up to me, showering me with kisses I bent and gave her some pets. It's probably the most pleasant experience I've had these last two days, so I wasn't complaining.

“Oh so you're the girl who's got my buddies nuts in a vice,” said the guy sitting next to Noah. Pulling my attention away from the dog, I stood up and stared at the guy.

“I beg your pardon?” I said

“I'm just kidding. I'm Matt, and it's finally nice to meet you. Noah has told me so much about you. I can't believe the stud himself did it.” Matt said jokingly.

“Um did what?” I asked. Am I missing something?

“You know, got himself a very pretty lady. I kept telling him he needed to settle down and get a good girl.”

I stared at him in disbelief. What the hell does he mean to settle down? I'm not this asshole's girlfriend, but then it dawned on me.

“Oh my god, he has no clue they fucking kidnapped me,” I thought to myself

I looked over and saw Noah looking at me with eyes that said “I fucking dare you.”

Hm. It's like we’re already a couple, he kn he exactly what I'm thinking.

I gave Noah a snarky smirk. It's time I start playing the fucking game. Let's see how long you last. I walked over to Noah, sat down on his lap, and threw my arms around his neck, giving him the biggest kiss on those pretty lips of his.

“Oh, angel face shame on you for not introducing me to your friends,” I said

Noah's face turned bright red with disbelief that I had just made that move. He wrapped his arms around my waist and gave me the most devilish grin I've ever seen.

“Hey guys, Y/N forgot something on the bus. We’ll be right back,” he said, grabbing my hand. No one was even bothered by the fact that we ran out the door like thieves on a heist. Finally, after running through the hotel we got out the front to the tour bus. I felt this rush, I couldn't tell if it was adrenaline or a rush of my sexual tension building up. Hell, it could even be both. My mind tried to remind me that this was my captor and that I was supposed to be escaping. Yet my heart yearned for this man to fix the ache I had in my heart. It was more than just lust and more than just trying to get back at them for “ruining my life.”

“I'm falling for him, and there's no stopping it.” I thought to myself.

Noah yanked my arm, ripping me from my thoughts, and slammed me up against the bus door with his hand around my throat. This time was different because even though he did that, I was still able to breathe.

“What the hell are we doing Y/N ?” Noah asked quietly,

“Mmmkay, that was a little aggressive.” I thought to myself.

“I'm sorry, did I do something wrong?” I said, confused

“This game that you and I keep playing can't keep happening. One minute you hate me the next minute you want me. Please make up your mind because I'm going insane” he said, frustrated

“Oh, you're going insane? Dude, you twisted my life upside down in the last two days and traumatized me.

How is it okay for you to do this, but when I play along, I'm the bad guy?” I said, feeling annoyed

“You're fucking crazy you know that? I saved you from an abusive situation and want to give you the world yet you deny me and try to run away from me. Traumatized you? Seriously Y/N, that man did way worse to you before I even came in the picture.” He said crossing his arms

“Are you fucking kidding me? I never fucking asked you to save me, Noah. You took that opportunity upon yourself while dragging me down with you. You were the one who slit his throat.”

In a quick, Noah covered my mouth and whispered in my ear

“Shut the fuck up before someone hears you,” he said taking his hand off my mouth

There was a moment of awkward silence between the both of us. I’m so angry at him right now yet all I want him to do is hold me. What the actual fuck is wrong with me, this whole thing is confusing. Noah finally decided that he had one more thing to say and broke our silence

“You know what?”

“I could only imagine,” I said sarcastically

“There are million women out there who would be happy to have me save them, yet I saved and wasted time on your sorry pathetic ass. What kind of woman lets a man beat on her? If I didn’t know any better, I bet you liked when he did it so you could fucking play the victim.” He said while glaring at me

I’ve been through a lot of hurt in my life, but for some reason, that is just downright killed me. My lust and love that was here for this man now turned into pure rage. I couldn't control my thoughts or my actions because the next thing I knew, my hand went across Noah's face.

“If you fucking truly feel that way then maybe you should just fucking kill me.”

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Sorry, it's short lovies, but here we go. Te amo todo all of you ❤️

@reyadawn @bloodylullaby @thisbicc @fadingintothegrey @hurricanesfollowyou @dreamstyles

[winchester-girl67]

Wild Hearts (Part 7) - Ten Years After Dean Came Back

Summary: Dean and Y/N attend a session of couples' counselling with Dr. Garth Fitzgerald. They struggle with Y/N's infertility and make a final decision about the future of their family together.

Masterlist

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader 

Word Count: 2,668 

Warnings: age gap (reader is 32, Dean is 37), infertility, couples' therapy, adoption, relationship angst, mentions of physical abuse by a parent, language, angst, fluff 

A/N: After many rewrites and some creative differences with the characters in this series, we’ve come to the last part. 

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Ten years after Dean came back. 

"And how does that make you feel, Y/N?" The skinny man asked from his chair placed next to the couch. 

He wore a tweed suit and you thought he looked more like a college professor than a couples' therapist. He had a notebook in his hands and jotted down notes every time either of you spoke. 

"I don't know, not good." You shrugged. 

"Mhm," he jotted down more notes, "I see." 

It was your first appointment and Dean had yet to speak up for any of the questions. He told you there was no point in going since he still loved you and you still loved him. He made it sound so simple, but it was more complicated than that. And he knew you needed to talk it through, so here he was supporting you and holding your hand; you couldn't ask for more. 

"And, Dean, how do you feel about it?" Mr. Fitzgerald asked. 

Dean scrubbed his free hand over his mouth and chin as he side eyed you. Mr. Fitzgerald, or Garth as he told you to call him, hadn't directed any questions towards Dean until now. Dean didn't seem too happy about it, but refused to let that show in the way he looked at you. All you saw was love. 

"I'm okay with it," Dean said, still looking at you. 

"How can you be okay with it?" You asked, scrunching your forehead. 

"Because I love you, this doesn't change anything between us." He said with a shake of his head. "It doesn't change the way I feel about you or the fact that I still want to spend the rest of my life with you. I need you here with me. I can't do any of it without you."

"Yes, you can." You said. 

"I don't want to." 

Garth stayed silent while he listened and jotted down notes. He was a nice guy but hadn't said anything helpful yet. Maybe couples therapy was about opening the conversation more than actual advice or guidance. Maybe he just worked as a buffer and had you guys find your own way through. 

"Everything's different now, Dean." 

"No."

"You're the one that had our future planned out; two kids, one boy, one girl, a white picket fence, a big yard, and a dog. You even hung a tire swing and started building a treehouse, for fuck's sake." Your chin started to tremble and you took a breath. "Dean, you want kids and I want you to have them but it's not going to happen with me. I'm broken, my body's broken." 

After four years of trying to get pregnant and the endless testing and trials, you were spent. Your body was spent and you couldn't remember the last time sex felt like it was supposed to. It felt clinical now like you were running through a maze for a piece of cheese. You tried almost everything, there were calendars and ovulation sticks, hormone injections, temperature readings, wedge pillows, and you were sick of it all. 

You couldn't imagine it felt any different for Dean either. Your sex life was present but unaccounted for. 

"I love you." Said Dean. 

He wiped your cheeks dry from the tears streaming down them and kissed your forehead. It didn't matter how many times you'd snapped at him over the past four years with your hormones in overdrive, you couldn't push him away if you tried. And you had tried. 

That was one reason why you wanted to go to therapy, you wanted to come to terms with your infertility and let it go. You wanted to stop the hormone treatments and stop feeling the way you were. You wanted to feel like yourself again. 

"Y/N, did you hear what Dean just said?" Garth asked when he saw you had calmed down. Dean clutched your hand in his and gave it a squeeze. You shook your head. "He said, he loves you, do you believe that?" 

"Yes," you knew he did. 

That was something you never had to worry about with Dean. He let you know in more ways than one and you never questioned it. Hell, he supported you through the trials for this long because he knew it was what you wanted. He saw the toll it took on you and wanted to stop a long time ago, but you weren't ready to make your peace with it, with your body. Until now, you hoped. 

"So then why are you pushing him away?" Garth asked, resting his pen on his notebook and giving you his full attention. "Do you think that's what he wants? That it'll make him happy to find someone else who can bear his children?" 

"Maybe," you shrugged and refused to meet Dean's hurt stare. 

Dean shook his head. "Y/N, I love you." He whispered, he had been saying that a lot lately. Like he knew it wasn't sinking in. 

"And, Dean, when you tell Y/N that you love her, is that what you mean? Or are you trying to tell her something else that you can't find the words to say?" Garth asked and Dean cleared his throat and nodded. "What are you trying to tell her?" 

Dean thought for a long moment, "The future I planned for us, I don't want that with anyone else." 

"But we won't have it either," you said. 

"I've made my peace with that and we're here so you can too." He rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb. His green eyes pleading with you like he still tried to convince you of everything he felt and hadn't been able to communicate. 

"It's not fair, I wanted a family too. I never thought I would this badly, but I do. With you, I do." You sniffled, "It's not fair. The one thing I'm supposed to be able to do and I can't." 

"We still can." 

"How? I can't get pregnant, Dean, and I can't keep taking those hormones. My mood swings are all over the map with them and it's not working."

"We stop trying." 

"What?" You frowned, "I don't understand, how can we have a family if I can't get pregnant? We can't afford a surrogate, Dean." 

"Making a baby doesn't make you its parent, Y/N, trust me I know. My father might've played a very short hand in creating me but he was never a dad, he was never there for me, he never cared, he never loved me or Sammy." 

"Speaking of unfair, how can a man like that make two kids and I can't even begin to form one? Ugh!" You sighed exasperatedly and fell back against the couch feeling defeated. 

Dean smiled at your little tantrum and you wondered how he was able to do that. Find levity in the difficult parts of life. But that was his motto, something like: if you don't laugh, you cry. And for a moment, you saw him with a younger face, a bruised eye and a split lip. Smiling at you under the streetlamp with ice cream on his nose. That was almost seventeen years ago now. 

You were finally voicing your disappointment at the cards you had been dealt and that was a step at healing. You tried for so long to be strong and composed but Dean always saw right through it. He hated seeing you hurt, but it was hard to come to terms with the fact that your body could never do what you wanted it to, it was less hard for him; even if the struggle was the same. 

You had to live in your mind and listen to the little voice that called you broken. Dean just had to watch. Although, now that you thought about it, watching someone in pain could be just as painful. Especially when they refused your help and pushed you away. 

You silently promised him you would never do that again. 

"I love you, Dean." You squeezed his hand. 

You were endlessly thankful to have him around to pull you out of your funk. You tried to smile back at him as you sat up. 

"Can I interject here," Garth smiled, "I think Dean's talking about adoption. Sometimes a family you choose has stronger bonds than ones you make. You run that youth group, right, Y/N? So you of all people should know that there are many children out there that wish they could have parents that want them as badly as you and Dean want a child. At least look into it, if that's something you'd be willing to do." 

"Do you want to adopt?" You asked Dean, he'd never mentioned it before. 

"I looked into it after we found out conceiving would be difficult and again after your last round of hormone therapy. I kind of put our names on this list because it can take a long time to be selected." He confessed and quickly added, "I wanted us to have options and I'm completely fine with not having kids either. We could just be the cool Aunt and Uncle to Sammy and Jess' twins. I'd be alright with that as long as you're the one I'm growing old with. I want you in that rocking chair beside me on the porch and I'll tear down that white picket fence when we get home." 

“No, don’t do that... maybe we could paint it though.” You shrugged. 

"I like the way you think, sweetheart." Dean chuckled with a little smirk. 

Garth looked at the clock on the wall and clapped his hands together, "Well, I think that was an excellent session and I've got a bit of homework for you. Y/N, I think it would be healthy for you to look into adoption with Dean, exhaust all of your options together before you commit to a decision about your future. And, Dean, I want you to try talking about how you’re feeling to Y/N rather than just declaring your undying love for her." You laughed and Dean blushed, "I think she gets it, but she's not a mind reader. Everyone benefits from open communication and all I'm asking is that you try, you don't even have to be good at it, just put words together until you get a sentence and keep doing that. The best relationships I see are the ones where each partner refuses to give up on the other. It's about equal give and take and allowing each other to be happy and loved." 

"So, on a scale of one to ten. How did we do, Doc?" Dean asked and it was Garth's turn to laugh. 

"I can't answer that, but I will say that you guys have a great foundation. We just want to open the lines of communication as a safety net for when times are a little tougher to see through the fog. When your love is hidden behind the walls you use to protect yourselves. You don't need to protect yourselves from each other; I can see that as much as you both can feel it." Garth said, buttoning his tweed jacket as he stood up. "We all need a little help sometimes and that's why you're here, you can't be expected to get through this without it. Whether I be the one to help you both, or you turn to friends, or family, it doesn't matter as long as you find your way back to each other in the end. Never forget that you are going through this together and the best thing you can do is communicate that. Sometimes one partner may feel like they're hurting more or they are more to blame and that's not true, we need to communicate to know." 

"I got it, Doc, next session you want me to talk more." Dean quipped as he stood up with you and added, "I gotta know, what the hell is that?" He pointed to the sock puppet on Garth's desk in the corner. It had yarn for hair, blue button eyes and red lips. 

"That is Mr. Frizzles," Garth laughed with a hand on his stomach, "Sometimes couples bring their kids to the session and the kids respond better to him than me. He insists it's his sense of humour but I think it's his uncanny ability to sense when someone is being a liar." Dean just stared at him and Garth laughed again, "I'm kidding, Dean." 

"I like him," Dean said as you walked to the car together. "That's something I never thought I'd say." 

Dean opened your door, "Me, too." You said, sliding into your seat. When Dean joined you in the Impala moments later you added, "So, you'd be open to going to another session?" 

"I'm open to anything you want, sweetheart. We're in this together." Dean revved up Baby and headed towards home. 

"Dean, I don't want you to keep things from me anymore." Dean side eyed you with a curious look, "The adoption thing... If that's something you're interested in, I want to be included. Maybe it's the right direction for us. I just don't want you to ever feel like you have to hide things from me, especially things you want." 

"I wasn't hiding it, I was always planning on telling you about it but, I dunno, the longer I waited the more awkward it was to bring it up." Dean said and you grabbed his hand from the seat next to you. You gave his fingers a squeeze and he smiled. "The people I consider my family -aside from Sammy- that's you, Bobby and Jody, Cas and Benny, you're all people I found; people I choose to keep around through thick and thin. And I love you all, some more than others," he gave you a flirty wink and smirked, "But my point is when it comes to kids, biological or adopted, I don’t care as long as they’re ours. Family wouldn’t mean the same thing to me without you... So please stop pushing me away.” 

You nodded and vowed, “I promise,” then leaned over to peck a kiss on his cheek, his stubble prickling your lips. “Maybe we can go over what you learned on adoption tomorrow?” 

“Of course, Y/N, I’d love to.” He beamed and planted a kiss to the back of your hand. 

“You’re all kinds of awesome, you know that?” You squeezed his fingers again until he squeezed back. 

“Whatever happened to ‘strange and kinda wonderful’?” He teased and chuckled with you. 

“I love you... my strange and kinda wonderful man.” 

“I love you more, don’t forget that.” Dean smirked and bit his lip like he always used to when you were younger. 

You glared at him a moment as he grinned sideways at you. He knew you hated it when he said things like that. Your love for him was just as strong, arguably stronger according to you. 

“Pfft, hardly.” You declared with an eye roll. “Exactly what makes you think that you love me more? I was willing to see you with another woman just so you could have a chance at happiness and you wouldn’t even consider it.” 

“Isn’t that proof right there?” He laughed at you. 

“But it would make me happy to see you happy so-” 

Dean stopped laughing and cut you off, “I’m happy with you and only you.” He glanced over at you a couple times before he asked, “Are you still happy with me?” 

“You know I am.” 

“Good, then I’m yours and your mine and our future will be what we make of it.” He slid his rough fingers between yours and cleared his throat. “You tamed my heart a long time ago, it would be cruel to throw me back into the wild now. Got it?” 

You smiled, feeling whole for the first time in a while, “You’re right. I think I’ll keep you after all.” 

Dean chuckled. 

Whatever happened next you were in it together. 

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This series is complete.

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[enbysiriusblack]

dorlene july event, day 7- books

"I don't think I can read."

Lily turned to Marlene with a frown, "I think you can read, I think you would just rather be tearing up the pages of the book and squashing them into little paper balls to then see how far across the library you can throw them."

Marlene stared at the pages of the charms textbook in front of her, resisting the urge to to exactly what Lily had said.

"Yeah", Marlene sighed, flopping her head onto the table, "But I still don't understand it anyway... You know you're so smart, Lily. And you can concentrate so well, and get all your work done days ahead of time and you really understand all the concepts and theories, especially in charms, and you'd be able to explain it all so well."

Lily glanced up from her own work, "Do you want me to help you?"

Marlene grinned, passing her textbook to Lily.

Lily skimmed through the page Marlene was already on, jotting down key points onto a piece of paper before turning the page and pausing, eyes stuck on the bottom right corner.

Marlene leaned over, "What's wrong?"

"Is this your textbook?"

"Course it is- what did I spill pumpkin juice on it again or something? I totally ruined my potions book last term and my parents made me buy another one with my pocket money but I had spent all my money on that new guitar like a day beforehand and so I stole Meadowes' book and she found out and pushed me in the lake. But I didn't really mind, other than the fact I had my defence homework in my pocket and it got totally soaked, because the water made my shirt see-through and Meadowes fucking blushed and ran away and it was like the best day ever."

Lily slowly looked up, "What are on about? No- look, someone's wrote something in it for you."

"Really?" Marlene snorted, climbing over the table to see.

Marlene read the small, scratchy writing.

You're the most irritating person I have ever met and I'm definitely in love with you

"Well, shit."

Lily smiled, clutching Lily's shoulders, "Someone likes you!"

"Yeah, well", Marlene huffed, sliding back into her seat, "Maybe I don't like them."

"I wonder who it is?" Lily hummed, glancing around the room in thought.

Marlene folded her arms, "I mean they called me irritating, what sort of love confession includes insults!"

"It's in your charms notebook so it'll be someone from our class", Lily ignored Marlene, "A Gryffindor or Slytherin in our year then."

"And- And they vandalised my property!" Marlene continued, ignoring Lily in turn.

Lily tapped the table in thought, "It's not one of the boys or Mary or Em, I know all of their handwriting. Which means it's got to be a Slytherin, discluding Severus it's not his handwriting either."

"And what do they even mean by 'definitely', you can't be definitely sure about anything! I mean I'm pretty sure I'm a witch named Marlene but you know what? I'm not definite. I could be wrong, I don't know!"

"I don't think it's a boy, I mean you're pretty out as a lesbian so they should know they don't have a chance, and you've never really talked to any of them for them to know that you're irritating or to be in love with you."

"And why can't they just say that to my face? I mean it's not that hard, you just open your mouth and talk, I do it constantly!"

"But it's the same with the slytherin girls really, you don't really talk to any of them. I mean other than-"

"Whoever this person is, they're probably such an arsehole-"

Lily and Marlene both glanced to each other, realisation clear on their faces.

"It's Dorcas Meadowes."

[zafirosreverie]

You ask, I deliver 😊❤

Part 2 of this

a/n: this gif is the one that inspired this. This is what i imagine Agatha looks like in this.

"Okay okay, I have one" you said cheerfully "Your favorite food?"

The woman sitting across from you just laughed and shook her head, crossing her arms.

"I already told you that I don't have a favorite food" she replied

"Oh come on, everyone has one!!" you said, pouting

"Well, not everyone has lived for more than three hundred years, doll" she defended herself "When you live that long, food just becomes food. There is no room for favoritism."

You sighed, dropping yourself on the other side of the couch, away from her.

It had been almost two weeks since you went to Westview to find your soulmate. Almost two weeks since you rescued Agatha, since you said goodbye to Agnes. Almost two weeks since you brought her to your home.

And you still didn't know anything about her.

Well, you knew that she was a witch, that she had tried to steal Wanda Maximoff's powers, that maybe she wasn't quite good, that her moral compass was a fucking pinwheel, and that she was the most fucking beautiful person you've ever met (also the more annoying, but you let it pass because she was cute when she wanted to be).

But you didn’t know anything else.

Agatha looked at you curiously, trying to understand you. When she'd written her words on her forearm, a part of her had assumed you wouldn't go looking for her, not after all the times she ignored you.

When you freed her, she had been so grateful that she had hugged you as if her life depended on it. You'd froze for a moment, but returned the gesture almost immediately, giving the older woman a comfort she didn't know she was looking for.

Then, instead of demanding answers or bombarding her with questions right away, you had simply asked her if she was okay. It had surprised her, but not as much as when you offered her to stay at your place. You didn't even know her, you had no ties other than the one fate had given you, and yet she could see in your eyes that you would do anything of her, just because she was breathing. As simple as that.

For all her mistakes and flaws, Agatha was a woman who did not take this kind of loyalty lightly. She had cared about you since before she met you, so she hadn't dragged you into her world, but maybe, she should have asked you first. You were connected after all, and it was selfish of her not to even try to get close to you to give you a chance to decide if you wanted to fall into the abyss with her. From the look you gave her when she confirmed to you that she was a witch, she knew that you would probably throw yourself headfirst without her asking.

That was why she had shared with you what she thought was important for you to know. From her morally gray antecedents, to her failures and successes as a witch. But, even though you were a bit upset when she told you that she had killed Sparky, you really weren't scared like she thought you would.

What confused her the most, however, was that you didn't seem interested in the whole black magic thing or how she tried to manipulate an unstable girl. No, ever since you got to your house (and in fact, all the way by bus to your city) you had been asking her about small and common things, like her favorite food. She just didn't understand it, she didn't understand you.

"Your turn" you said, snapping the witch out of her thoughts.

Agatha smiled a little and she rolled her eyes fondly. She couldn't deny that, if you two were going to spend the rest of your life together, she had to get to know you a little more (at least that was the lie she was telling to herself).

"Your favorite food?" she said, imitating your tone of voice

"Hey! You can't copy me!" you said, crossing your arms "You have to ask your own questions, what you really want to know about me"

"And what if I really want to know your favorite food?" she smiled amused by your pouts. Okay, you were cute, she would give you that.

"... you really suck at this" you muttered "And just so you know, I don't speak like that" you said, slightly offended.

The older woman giggled when you tossed the notebook and pen that you had been using to jot down her answers on the coffee table. You put your legs up on the couch and stuck your tongue out at her before hiding your face on your knees.

God, you were adorable.

"You could at least pretend that you are interested in knowing me" you murmured.

That wiped the smile off the older woman's face. She looked at you for a moment, still not sure how to read you. One moment, you were the cutest and sweetest person she'd ever met, the next, you could be incredibly competitive, and the next one, you seemed like a little child, trying to get approval from your elders. You really were a mystery to her, but what she was sure of was that she wanted to see your smile again.

"How old are you?" she asked suddenly. You raised your head to frown at her

"What?"

"How old are you?" she asked again

"I don't see why that matters" you murmured.

Agatha looked at you for another moment before sighing and getting up from the couch. For a moment, you thought that she would leave the room, but she surprised you when she knelt in front of you and carefully removed your arms from your face, lowering your legs so that she could accommodate between them. You were both surprised by how well she fit in there.

"It matters, because I want to know you" she told you, lifting your chin with one hand while she rested the other on your knee "I really want to"

You looked at her for a moment, searching for any trace of lies in her eyes, but you didn't find any.

"Then why are you refusing to talk to me?" you asked.

Agatha frowned for a moment as she thought. She supposed that walking away hadn't worked, nor did closing in on you to evaluate you from afar. Perhaps the straightforward truth would work better for you.

"Because I don't understand" she said "I don't understand why you went for me after I ignored you. I don't understand why you trusted me and made the potion without question. I don't understand why you didn't run away when I told you what I've done. I don't understand why you ask me such simple questions. Why did you let me stay here. Especially, I don't understand why you make me feel so vulnerable and so afraid of hurting you. I don't understand how you do to steal my heart a little more every day. I don't understand you. And I don't like not understanding. "

You blinked and saw how her gaze asked you all the questions her mouth couldn't. You were facing a lost woman, and she needed your help.

"I went because I wanted to find you" you said "I trusted you because you are a part of me. I didn't run away because I am not afraid of you. I ask you simple questions because it is the little things that make us ourselves, and I want to know you, the real you. I let you stay because I want to be your home. And I'm also afraid of losing you. You also steal my heart every day. You don't have to understand everything, you just have to feel it."

Agatha looked at you in amazement and love. How were you so vulnerable and yet so wise? Another thing she didn't understand about you. You took her hand and pressed it to your cherst.

“Close your eyes” you said. She frowned but obeyed “Do you feel my heart beating?” you asked and she nodded “Do you understand?”

She did. Your heart was beating at the same rate as hers. You belonged to her and she belonged to you. She nodded again. You brought your face close to hers and caressed her cheek, smiling when she leaned into her touch.

"I don't know if I deserve you as a soulmate" she admitted, opening her eyes.

"Try to get rid of me" you joked lightly, making her chuckle.

The older woman wanted to kiss you, she really wanted to, but she didn't know if the gesture would be welcome or it would be too soon. You must have seen the trouble in her eyes, because it was you who brought her face closer to hers slowly.

"It's funny isn't it?" you murmured

"What?" she asked confused

"You are a woman from the 17th century, I am from the 20th century ..." you said "We are soulmates born three centuries apart ... Time collides with us, Agatha Harkness".

The witch smiled again before finally sealing her lips with yours. A young mouth against an old one, light with darkness, love and fear, present with past, with the promise of the future.

Indeed, time collides with you.

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A few days later, you smiled when you found your notebook scrawled in Agatha's fine handwriting:

Favorite color: purple Y/N'S eye color

Favorite food taste: Y/N's lips

Favorite sound: Y/N's voice

Favorite moment: yet to discover.

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Random BNHA Headcanons

(This is my first time doing this 😭)

Summary: A bunch of random BNHA headcanons. So, basically the title. The only reason I’m adding a read more is because I want it to be easier to navigate my page, lol

Bakugo is oddly nice when he first wakes up, but he's not exactly a morning person. He's less "I hate the world, why am I awake???" And more like "I'm extremely comfortable and the only thing that can ruin my mood is becoming less comfortable." He likes hovering between awake and asleep, y'know? Which is why if he's sleepy, his guard drops. When leaving the dorms, if he hasn't fully woken up, he goes from "outta my way, shitty-hair," to "mornin' Eijirou," and by the time he's actually aware of what he said, Kiri's already freaking out. If he's in bed all day for any reason other than being sick, he's probably soft for at least a few hours.

Kaminari's the type to wake up at 2 AM with an idea, go to jot it down, and then realize that he wrote a ten chapter book and now he's late for class. He'll probably put it into a google doc or something, so he can continue to add onto it throughout the day. I also feel like he probably will also randomly get a question and then spend hours researching it and any surrounding topics, before rambling to Kiri about "bro, if I went to the beach, I could make a bunch of glass! Probably! Maybe!" And then have to try and convince his friends that he can just make windows if anyone needs them.

Sero had added moves to his skill set, and practiced particular actions, with the sole intention of mimicking Spiderman. When Kirishima questions him on it, he compares Spiderman to Crimson Riot. They have a conversation that's essentially fanboying, both of them saying "we are not bringing All Might into this," and then more fanboying.

Jirou has an extremely eclectic music taste. If you can name a song, she probably knows it. She can memorize full melodies and all the lyrics within two or three listens, because she's just that good. Some people call her the human Shazam, because if you play the first five seconds of a song she likes, she'll immediately know what it is. She's also called out artists if they made a clear rip-off of a much better song. Her music taste is all over the place, which therefore makes it superior. However. This does not stop her from listening to the same six songs on repeat for a week. The six change a lot, though.

Koda has trouble with bugs, especially big ones. They scare him. But he has pretty much no issues with tigers, lions, horses, or even wolves. He loves animals, he really does. If you just showed up at his doorstep and shoved a bear cub in his arms, he wouldn't really question it, because he'd be happy to have a cute animal to play with.

Todoroki believes himself to be the opposite of moody. His definition of moody is switching emotions for no reason. He, personally, doesn't feel any emotion until something happens that day, be it a thought or an event, and his emotions stay fixed like that until something else happens. He could be having a great day, and then suddenly, it's a horrible day, and he can't figure out how people just "get over it." He does, however, find that unless something REALLY bad or REALLY good happens, his brain does a little emotional reset when he goes to sleep. Like, go to sleep feeling down, wake up feeling kinda meh.

Kirishima has considered re-dying his hair. Come on, hot pink is so manly! How could he not consider it? But he eventually resigns himself, because red just is his color now. Also, I feel like once, before dorms, he was really out of it, so he went to class with his hair down, and this was the first time anyone had seen him like that, and everyone was just confused as hell. Especially Bakugo. "Your hair's less shitty today. What the fuck."

Uraraka takes part in stupid bets all the time. Partially for the fun, and partially for the profit. She once floated Bakugo to the ceiling for 26 minutes before she had to put him down, because Kiri said that if she survived, he'd give her a dollar per minute. She ended up having to go to the recovery girl's office, but at least she got her money.

Mina is one of the few people who can understand and keep up with Deku's mumbling. This is not because she specifically tries to, (like Uraraka) or because she's known him long enough, (like Bakugo.) She's just used to gossipping with Hagakure at 4 AM, and therefore can understand high-speed low-volume speech. She's called him out on things before, but only when she's interested. She completely tunes out things about All Might and heroes and whatnot, but if he ever has anything to say about his classmates, specifically about Uraraka, Todoroki, and Bakugo, (because she, Hagakure, and Denki placed bets,) she hears every word.

Iida secretly loves to break the rules. He acts strict in front of anyone who he respects, or wants respect from, but after he thinks everyone's asleep, he relaxes, doing things that he considers rule-breaking without any remorse. Denki heard someone walking around outside while on one of his late-night internet searches. After finally willing himself to break away from an article about pandas, he popped his head out of the door to find Iida sneaking around. After some silent observation, Denki realized that not only did Iida just get back from breaking curfew, but he casually stole Hot Cheetos from Bakugo's room on the way back to his dorm. He said nothing the next day, at least not directly, but he sorta shoved Sero and Iida in the same room so that they could be bad influences on each other.

Despite it being a major part of her quirk, Hagakure almost never feels invisible. She has a lot of friends to talk to, she can wear cool outfits to stand out, and she is always talking. The only time she's not talking is during stealth training, and when she's using said stealth training to spy on people.

Tsu's little "ribbit" thing is actually just for fun. It feels right to do it, so she does it. Nothing wrong with that. However, pretty much everyone else assumed it was a part of her quirk. It took an insane amount of convincing to get that idea out of their heads. Deku was proud to be one of the few who never actually associated it with her quirk. He could prove it if he wanted to, actually, but that would require showing someone his notebook, which would open a whole other can of worms.

Oh yeah, speaking of Deku's notebook, he has multiple. Six to be exact. One is on his fellow classmates, one is on most pros, one is on the LOV, one is specifically on All Might, one is on his own quirk development, and the last one is a narrative of what's happening in his life, which is why he's constantly thinking as if he's telling a story. He mentally narrates everything that happens in his life, although he sometimes wonders if he's dramatizing things because of that. His internal monologue is constantly running its mouth, and sometimes he ends up speaking over it.

Tokoyami really likes plague doctors. He just does. He wants a plague doctor mask so he can walk around with less judgement, or maybe more, who knows? He just loved the concept. He claims that they're just really cool, which most people agree with, but he's never told any of them that he likes them because he saw a plague doctor mask for the first time at the age of six, and immediately thought bird man.

Sato likes baking, but he can't cook normally to save his life. Well, he can, but he can't. He hasn't burned water, and he knows how to do the very basics, but he can't function without a recipe, not to mention the fact that he's googled how to saute mushrooms three times and still doesn't get it. Baking comes pretty naturally. Exact measurements, precise times and temperatures. Cooking does not. Eyeballing ingredient amounts, guessing if the flame is high enough, trying to figure out how often 'stir occasionally' is. He actually once asked Bakugo if he had advice, to which he responded, "Why the hell are you asking me?!"