#and my brain went ‘WAIT DIDN��T WE DO THIS ALREADY’

[the-travelling-witch]

The change of time

summary: getting ready for a very special kind of dinner with xiao

pairing: xiao x gn!reader (feat. a bunch of genshin characters)

warnings: modern! au, very fluffy, kinda crack at the end?

a/n: this is just a little warm-up drabble to get back into writing before i tackle my requests again but i thought i´d share it anyways; i just sat down and wrote this in a single go, so not a lot of planning went into this, just my brain running wild; i might turn this idea into a longer fic if i feel like it or if you guys like the idea; i had lots of headcanons for this and i touched on some here but only briefly, do with that what you will

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“Don´t you look handsome, love,” you cooed at the amber-eyed man stepping out of your shared bedroom.

“It´s better than those ridiculous hats you used to put me in,” Xiao huffed as he fiddled with the collar of the black button-up he was wearing. “But I still don´t understand why I have to wear this for dinner. We´re only meeting people we´ve seen plenty of times already.”

“Oh, come on, the hats were a fashion staple back then,” you chuckled. “Anyway, we should honour their hospitality regardless of how long we´ve known each other for. Besides when was the last time all of us have come together like this? A chance like this is rather rare, don´t you think?”

Xiao remained silent but nodded in agreement and while he was acting like he didn´t care about this dinner you knew he was looking forward to it more than he let on. Some things would never change. As a knowing smile found its way to your lips, your lover picked up an envelope lying on the dinner table.

“What´s this?” Curiously he turned the fancy letter between his nimble fingers.

“Do you remember that girl two stories down who could see magic and used to play with Dusky Ming? I kept in contact with her and she invited us to her diamond wedding… Crazy how time flies, right?” You felt Xiao´s presence next to you before he even lifted his arm to wrap around your shoulders as he joined you in front of the large window front spanning the west side of your apartment. The sinking sun coloured the sky in a variety of vibrant reds, yellows and oranges as it slowly vanished behind the city´s skyline. “Liyue sure has changed. What do you think? How many diamond weddings would you say we have already had?”

“Too many to count. I don´t think mortals have an adequate title for the time we´ve spent together.” He intertwined your hands and lifted them to his lips to place a tender kiss on your knuckles which -even after all this time- never failed to make you giggle. “I´m happy you have been by my side through the change of times, (y/n). It was easier to accept these changes with you here.”

“And I´m happy you let me be by your side. Having you there gave me strength and reassurance.” You returned his gesture by softly sealing your lips with his, your free hand running through the hair in his nape while his found your waist. When you parted again, you couldn´t help but admire how Xiao seemed to glow in the golden light of the sun. It was a sight which amazed you no matter how often you had already seen it. “As much as I´d love to stay like this forever, we should get going though. The others are probably waiting already.”

“Hmm, I hoped you had forgotten.” His thumb traced over your cheek as a small, loving smile graced his features. “Are you ready, love?”

At your nod, the familiar feeling of weightlessness enveloped you and made you cling to Xiao´s arms tighter. When you opened your eyes again, the scenery around you had completely changed as you stood in front of a lavish house.

“Airplanes still can´t hold a candle to you, can they?” A comment which earned you an affectionate forehead flick but also a slightly smug expression. You didn´t even have to ring the doorbell before it swung open, revealing the hosts of tonight´s dinner.

“(Y/n)! I´m so glad you could make it and look! You even brought Xiao, isn´t this amazing?”

“Miko, Ei, thank you so much for inviting us!” As you greeted Yae Miko, Xiao handed you the gift you had prepared for the two of them as he exchanged a curt nod with Ei. “Both of you look stunning as always. I take it everyone is already here?”

“That´s correct. Even the bard made it here before you.” Miko´s eyes glinted mischievously as she let her gaze wander between you. “My, whatever could you two have been doing to have you running this late, I wonder?”

“Miko, don´t torment our guests before they have even stepped inside, please.” The pink-haired woman only laughed at that before inviting you in.

As you arrived in the dining room, you were met with a sight that long ago would´ve been unthinkable. At the table sat the most curious assembly of guests: Venti was talking Zhongli´s ear off about how he riled up a group of conspiracy theorists, who were absolutely convinced people with superpowers exist, with some subtle anemo gusts; Ganyu and Lumine were helping Qiqi open another bottle of coconut water; Aether held back Paimon from diving right into the food and Scaramouche looked like a teen who was dragged there by his mom.

At your arrival, all eyes turned to you as you greeted your old friends. Sure, the Teyvat you saw before you might not be the same as the one all those years back, but traces of it could still be found here and there. You just had to look a little closer.

[euphoricimagination]

International Love-Haikyuu! x foreigner reader

My father got a huge opportunity at his job, having the chance to move from our country in South America to Hyōgo, Japan. He decided to take us with him as well, so we could enjoy another culture, since his job allow him to that. They told us the news two months before the date of the trip, so my family put me and my little brother into Japanese classes so we could at least be able to say hi properly and ultimately, prepare ourselves as much as we could for our classes there. Obviously, two months is absolutely nothing when it comes to learn a new language, especially since Japanese was so different from my country´s language. But luckily, I am quite good at English, so at least that could help us a little in the beginning.

Since my father´s job was quite important they did all the preparations, like the house we will stay in, the tickets, the Japanese classes here and the ones we will be having on Japan, our school, everything that you could probably think of. Apparently, I´m joining the first year of high school in Inarizaki High, a really prestigious school of that prefecture, on April 7th. I didn’t know how true that statement was, and frankly, I didn’t research anything either. I was already stressed enough with all the information that I had, and I didn’t feel the need to add more into my brain.

In Japan school starts on April, and since in my country classes start on March, we went to my old school for the month that we had left in the country. Honestly, I wasn’t that sad of having to leave my school, I didn´t have many friends in there anyway. I am a shy person; I don’t like talking to people. I barely even like people. While my relationship with my classmates wasn’t bad, it wasn’t amazing either. We had good conversations with each other, but it was just that. I remember their faces when our head teacher told them that I was going to leave the country, it was a mixture of confusion and a bit of sadness, even if we weren’t that close to each other we were together every day. All of them were super supportive of me, saying that I should write more in our class group chat to tell them everything “weird” about Japan, maybe even do some videos about how my daily life will be in there and upload it to YouTube.

That was part of the reason I decided to document everything that I could about this trip. Not for my classmates, I didn’t care about them that much, but mostly I decided to do it because this was an out-of-the-ordinary thing to do and because I didn’t know how long this amazing opportunity will last. One of the things they told us was that it wasn’t a definitive change, we won´t be living in Hyōgo forever, we didn’t even know if we were going to be in Japan for more than a year. So, in case it was a short period, I wanted to keep those memories forever.

Between my normal classes and my Japanese classes those two months went by like nothing. The date of the trip came closer and closer, and before I knew it was already April 2nd , the day of my flight. So there I was, in my country´s airport, waiting to get into the plane. I couldn’t deny it, I was excited, after all it was my first time traveling so far, and obviously my first time living in another country. But over my excitement there was fear and nervousness. Like I said, I don’t like talking to people in my own language, the pure thought of having to do that in my third one had me shaking. When entering the airport, I filmed a bit and then did the same while walking to the plane. My idea was to film a few seconds of everything and then put it all in a video with some background music, I didn’t really want to do some daily vlog and talk to a camera. I wanted something more in the chill side.

Anxiousness was all over me once we arrived at Japan´s airport on Sunday´s afternoon. Suddenly everything felt too real. I really was in the other side of the world, about to go to classes in a country when I wasn’t even fluent in the language. The bag that I had with me throughout the flight started to feel a hundred times heavier than it actually was. My hands were shaking slightly while filming a little on the way out of the plane into the actual airport. But quickly after entering the place all those feelings disappeared, and I was left in awe. The airport itself was so different from the one in my country, it was much bigger, the technology looked more advanced, and somehow way more inviting. It made me think that maybe, just maybe, it wasn´t that bad.

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Part 2

[hockeywhhores]

arrangements- q. hughes

Quinn Hughes x f!Reader

warnings~ smut, alcohol, male receiving, vaginal sex twice, swearing 

summary~ You and Quinn had an arrangement, put in one night everything fell apart. 

genre~ smut, friends with benefits to lovers

word count~ 2.7k 

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This is NSFW please do not read if it makes you uncomfortable. 

Jake Virtian was your best friend growing up, and that is how you ended up best friends with the whole Canucks roster, especially Quinn Hughes. Quinn and you just clicked. Within days of meeting you, he was smitten. You grabbed his attention, and would not let it go.

One night you both got way to drunk, and things ended up with you two together in Quinn’s bedroom. After that incident, you both agreed to be friends with benefits. You enjoyed the sex, and he enjoyed having you around. Even if this wasn’t how he had planned to get you, it would have to work for now. Quinn had even invited you to come back to Orlando with him, during the offseason. You had said no, not wanting to intrude on his family time, but he insisted. You both left it maybe. The offseason is coming in two weeks, so he gave you time to think about it.

Wanting to forget about college, and getting a job, you asked the guys if they wanted to go out. Quinn always said yes, and then most of the other guys agreed to a night out. You picked the bar, and everyone agreed to meet there. Before you had finished getting ready, Quinn had called you.

“Hey!” you said as you put your phone on speaker, so you could finish with your hair.

“Hey y/n! I was wondering if you wanted me to pick you up tonight?” Quinn asked, sounding unsure of himself.

“Sure! that would be great! You don’t even know how many Ubers i’ve called this week!” You exaggerated.

“Perfect pick you up in twenty minutes.” He ended the call quickly after you both said your ‘goodbyes’ and you went back to curling your hair. finishing with minutes to spare you did a little bit of pregaming with some random alcohol you found in your apartment. When you heard a knock on your door, you were surprised to say the least. Quinn usually just texted you when he was here. You shrugged it off, and answered the door. There was Quinn a little early, and standing in your doorway. He was holding a bottle of vodka, and when he saw you he held it up higher for you to see.

“I brought you something to pregame with,” He explained, “I was going to pregame with you, but I realized that I stupidly told you I would drive.” He finished with a little smile, and you couldn’t help a laugh a little at how forgetful he was.

“Oh, I already drink some tequila, but I will be perfectly happy taking that beautiful bottle of vodka off your hands.” You were playing with him, but weren’t surprised when he handed you the bottle. You set it on the kitchen table, and left for his car.

The car ride was perfectly fine, with you and Quinn never missing a beat while you talked. You told him all about how you were needing to start internering, but your school work load was so big, that you didn’t know when you were going to be able to level time in between them. He told you about how he was stressed out with hockey, and just wanted to go home for the offseason, and take a small break from hockey. Quinn’s left hand never left your upper thigh, and your hand never left from its place; resting on top of his. Nothing ever felt awkward between the two of you. You swear if anyone asked you, you would say you had gotten closer to Quinn than you were with Jake, and that was really saying something.

When you pulled up to the club, you jumped out of the car. You couldn’t wait to see all the guys before they left for their last away game stretch. They were going to be all the way in Montreal playing the Candians. You were sad to see them go, but you knew that that was their jobs. Shaking everything off, you entered the club with Quinn by your side. Everyone that was already there greeted you right as you set through the doors. You waved to everyone, but went to the bar before you went to sit down with them. You didn’t know that Quinn had followed you, until after you finished ordering your drink and was planning on opening a tab, but then you felt his arm lightly touch the back of your upper arm and saw him slide his card to the bartender.

“You can put all her drinks on my tab.” Quinn told the guy. the guy nodded and started to get to work with making your drink.

“Quinn! You didn't have to do that!” You protested. Quinn just looked at you as if he was bored, and not wanting to engage in this debate. Quinn bought you a lot of things, he always put up the argument, that he was a hockey player, and he wanted to help you while you go through college. You just wanted to prove that you could pay for yourself, but telling him this was like beating a dead horse. The bartender gave you your drink, and Quinn a beer, you knew he was just going to nurse it all night. you and Quinn walked over to the table of hockey players and their wifes/girlfriends. You were happy just sitting at the table in between Quinn and Brock, but when one of your favorite dance songs came on; you just had to get on the dance floor.

“Oh my god, I love this song! Someone come dance with!” You exclaimed as you jumped out of your seat. You looked back and noticed no one had followed you.

“Ok losers…” you frowned at them, “Quinn please come dance with me!” you gave him your best puppy dog eyes, and lightly tugged on his arm. He huffed but came with you to the dance floor.

“Thank you!” You smiled brightly at him as you started swaying your hips to the beat. Quinn awkwardly dances with you. He did not know where to put his hands, or even how to move his body. You giggled at him, and grabbed his hands and placed them on your hips. Then you gently hand him rock side to side with you. He was still stiff and looked like he was doing something wrong.

You smiled in reassurance, “You are doing great, Romeo” you whispered into his ear.

“I’m sorry, but you know I hate dancing.” Quinn huffed back into your ear. “But did I tell you how good you look tonight.” You did look good in your short black dress, and perfectly styled makeup and hair.

“Oh stop.” You were blushing, “But to answer your question, no you did not.” the blush was still there but you tried to hide it with a confident-ish smirk.

“My bad then. What kind of gentleman am I? Can’t even remember to tell the prettiest girl I have ever seen, how beautiful she looks.” He was messing with you, but that didn’t stop your blush from growing.

“Want to go back to your car?” you asked after a couple songs have ended. You were surprised when Quinn didn’t leave after the song you originally wanted to dance to was over.

“You have your things?” He quested you, looking deep into your eyes.

“Yes, why?” you looked back into his eyes. He knew you saw the hungriness he had for you in his eyes, and he even saw the same in your eyes.

“Because when I’m finished with you, you are not going to be able to come back in here.” he spelt out for you.

“Oh, well do you think if anyone would notice if we just left?” now it's your turn to question him.

“Not if we're careful.” Quinn quiered. Looking back at the table you noticed some have already left, and the ones that were still there were all wrapped up in their own conversations.

“I think we are in the clear.” you testified. Quinn took your hand and you both rushed out of the club and to his black car. He quickly got into the driver's seat, while you got into the passenger’s seat. Without telling you where he was driving to, he started the car and left the parking lot. You ended up in a dark street that was far enough away from everything. Quickly both of you unbuckled your seat belts, and you were strpped your dress off, and took off your shoes. Quinn climbed into the backseat, and you went after him.

“Everything off, baby girl.” he reminded you.

“I just thought you would like to do the honors.” you joked, and before you knew it your bra was in his lap.

“consider me honored,” Quinn joked back. You quickly got to work unbuttoning his pants, and pulled them down to his knees. Before going any further with undressing him you gave his growing erection a soft, little kiss. Quinn let out a strong huff of air.

“Don’t play with me.” he warned. You responded by pulling down his boxers, and grabbing his now fully-erect penis with your small hands. Pumping it up and down, while you sucked on the tip. He was a sighing mess, you knew you weren’t giving him fully what he wanted. Quinn applied some pressure down on the top of your head, in a warning type of way. You pushed him into your mouth as far as you could take him, pumping everything you couldn’t fit. As you looked up into his eyes, you saw that he was already looking at you with hooded eyes. With one hand you messaged his balls, while your other hand was pumping the bit you couldn’t fit into your mouth. He had made a makeshift ponytail with his hand, trying to see as much of you as he could. You continued like this for a couple of minutes, until you felt sticky ropes of cum cover your mouth. You set back up, and whipped your lips, while staring at him in the eyes.

Quinn kissed you deeply, and pasionalty. You knew he could taste himself on your mouth, but he didn’t care. He accidentally ripped your underwear, while trying to get it off of you as fast as he could. No one cared. Both of you know if you asked from him to buy you new ones, you would get several new pairs in return. The car was getting steamy, but you didn;t care. Climbing on top of Quinn, you sat down on top of his already reerected dick. He slid in easily, with how wet you were. His shirt buttons there undid proved the perfect amount of room for you hand to feel his chest up, and down. Quinn helped guide your hips, helping set a pace you were both happy with. Everything was overriding your brain, and you only seemed to know his name; chanting it as if it was a prayer. All that you could hear was his panting, your moans, and skin slapping skin. When you felt his pace slow, and his thrust get sloppy, you knew he was close. you were too. You matched your hips to his, and came with him. You didn’t get off of him, until you stopped feeling aftershocks from your orgasm. Quinn happily let you stay connected with him. Both of your faces were plastered with dumb- looking smiles.

Needing his help you got off of him, and used your ripped pantys to clean yourself up a bit. Sitting back next to him in his backseat, made you feel happy. You don’t know if it was the orgasm or you genuinely liked him, but you felt like you were on cloud nine. Quinn buttoned up his pants, and helped you get your dress on, before he helped you get back into the front seat, so he could take you home.

When you were safely in you apartment you asked him something you never had before, “Do you want to stay?” your eyes looked tired, but your body felt too wired to sleep.

“Sure, If you want me too.” Quinn tried to seem as nonchalant as he could. He did not need you knowing about how he has always wanted you to ask him this.

“There is a pair of your sweat pants in the top drawer. I am going to clean myself up.” you said as you walked to your bathroom. Quinn made his way to your bedroom, and looked into your draw. There was a pair of his gray sweatpants that he had lent to you, after your pants had ripped. He knew he had been in your bedroom before, but  whenever he had there were more pressing matters to deal with. So while you were in the bathroom he took the time to look around your room. Your bed was in the far corner, and there were pictures of you and the team. One picture was of you and Quinn when he had scored, in overtime,  after a tough game. The other pictures were of you and Jake, or your family.

When you came back from the bathroom you found Quinn already changed into his sweatpants, and was laying in your bed. He playfully whistled when you started changing, and you just sent him a playful glare. He held up the blanket as you climbed into your bed, and you noticed he decided to go without a shirt.

“Wow aren’t I one lucky girl.” you teased him as you ran your hand up and down his bare chest.

“You know I like to think of myself as one lucky guy. I mean I have the cutest girl feeling me up right now!” Quinn laughed into your ear and then kissed your cheek. You don’t why but all of this just felt right. Having him here in your bed, felt like it was always supposed to happen. You talked  about everything under the sun as you cuddled. his hand was rubbing, soft, light-feathered circles on your back. You felt so loved. No one has ever made you feel the way Quinn does.

“Quinn?” you whispered into the darkness.

“Yes darling?” he answered back.

“I love you.” you professed. You felt his breathing and hand falter. At that moment you were sure that you stopped breathing as well. The world even felt as if it had stopped spinning.

“I love you too.” Quinn whispered as if you would break if he talked louder than that.  

“I have since I met you.”  He confessed as he looked down at you. You could barely see him in the dark, but you shot yourself up to give him a kiss. The kiss was passionate, not the passionate like when you were just fucking around, but passionate in the way that told you how much he loved you.

You reached down and pulled his sweatpants down, he wasn’t wearing any boxers. Quinn pushed your shorts, along with your panties, to the ground. You managed to get everything off your legs. Before pushing you down onto the bed, you discarded your shirt. When you both were completely nude Quinn took charge. With him holding your arms on top of your head, he ground his hips into yours. Then when he felt you were wet enough he slipped his hard, throbbing dick into you. Quinn took his time, pushing in and out of you. You were a moaning mess. Nothing was fast about this. It was all slow and loving. Hidden emotions were coming out. Hidden emotions of love and pining. Quinn and you come together.

After Quinn got out of bed he came back with a damp rag, and gently cleaned you up. Crawling back into bed with you he never let go of your hands. You both slept with a new sense of purpose. And when you woke up the next morning you told him how much you would love to go back to Orlando and stay with him and his family. You fell in love with Quinn Hughes and wasn’t going to let him go anytime soon.

finished.

[httpdabi]

His property

Word count: 6.0k

Genre: SMUT, maybe angst, romantic ? Lots of Dabi lol not sure if it’s yandere... yeah

Warnings: 18+, kidnapping I guess, fire play. Not sure how old Melissa actually is, so if she’s underage in anime, here she’s at least 21 y/I and allowed to drink

Qurikless OC being "saved" from not so hero person. :)

Being quirkless didn’t bother me that much. Sure, i was jealous when my friends started developing their own quirks, showing of. When they used to make a little show, competition which quirk is better, all I could do is sit in the side and adore them.

My parent were telling me almost every day to try to stay out of trouble. If there is a hero fighting a villain, I should just walk away. Because even their power can harm me. I learnt that I can just be at the wrong place In the wrong time and I could be in trouble. They always taught me to be extra careful.

When I was a kid, I used to depend on my parents too much. Today it was kinda different, I was giving my best to be independent as much as I can. Working at a small coffee shop, living in my small apartment. Trying to live as quiet as possible.

,,One caramel macchiato and one chocolate cappuchino” my co-worker said loudly for me to hear. Even tho it could be stressing, I loved my job. I loved making different drinks and talk with people.

I made a little ok sign and started making the ordered drinks.

The shift was passing real fast since there was a lot of work, there wasn’t even time for break. Of course, I could catch a minute and smoke one real fast. Being honest, I was fine with that.

After long ass night I changed into my dress and finally went home. Home wasn’t far from my working place, so if the weather is nice, I would take a walk instead of going home with bus.

,, Great” I hissed after trying to lit my cigarette. Perfect timing for my lighter to die. Little piece of shit gave up on me after such a hard time at work.

I sat down on the end of the bench, trying to find another one while the cigarette was still between my lips. There was nothing worse then forgetting your lighter or when it stops working.

,, Need a little help?” a man asked. I knew that few of them were sitting on the bench, but I didn’t pay attention that much. Before I could turn my head around to face him and take his lighter, his hand was in front of me, and he was lightning my cigarette up with his finger. Small blue fire coming from his finger, looking hella familiar. The purple skin with silver patches didn’t make a klick in my head either.

,,Thanks” I said fast, curious who it is, since my brain was telling me that I know this person. But once I looked at him, his head was already turned to another direction. Not wanting to bothering him or his friends, I just left believing it was someone I saw on my work. After all, we have a lot of costumers.

Time after work was my favorite, especially if I didn’t have to wake up early next day. A glass of wine, face mask, and phone in my hand. I couldn’t force myself to spend rest of the night locked up watching TV, so I enjoyed the beautiful weather on my balcony. I could see the little group of friends from my balcony. So I was lowkey stalking them a little, sad I couldn’t hear shit they were talking about. My little stalking was interrupted by a small vibration coming from my phone.

Of course it was Melissa. My one and only friend, quirkless bitch just like me. Usually I am not a person to use apps for meeting new people, but when I saw that there is an app for us quirkless sad motherfuckers, I had to instal it. And that’s how I met my soulmate Melissa.

Melissa: ,, What are you doing? I am on my way to your place´´

To Melissa: Chilling on the balcony and sipping on my wine. I´ll be on my way to buy us another bottle and strawberries.

I couldn’t even place my phone on the table and another message was already there.

Melissa: AMAZING!!! Can´t wait to get wasted with you. See ya in a bit loveeee u

Since The shop is near café and my home, there was no need for me to change. I was already in my pajama shorts and shirt, so all I did was wear my baggy hoodie over it. Taking my wallet, I sprinted fast to the shop.

The very next day, I had to work with a worst hangover ever. Melissa left my place around 10AM, groaning in frustration she had to wake up so early. But at least she didn’t have to work.

My shift began at 13PM, so I had some time to rest and let the painkillers work their wonder on me. Sadly the time before my shift started passed faster then I could imagine, and once again I found myself at my work.

From 13 to 16PM there isn´t much work. There are some people passing by after the end of their shifts, our usual costumers coming at the same time. But the exactly at 17PM is where the hell starts.

That was the very reason I liked morning shifts more, even tho I had to wake up so early. It was still less work then in late shift.

More and more orders were coming. Usually I would somehow manage to keep my shit together somehow, but this time I was real mad my boss didn’t get more workers. It could be much easier if there was 3 of us in the shift, instead of two of us.

Like we didn’t have enough stress already, there was a huge explosion near the café. Not paying much attention to it I continued making the drinks.

,, Get down!´´ my co-worker screamed and pulled me under the desk with her. I tried to peek and see what´s happening but in the very moment I did it there was another explosion, blowing me almost away.

In that moment I didn’t know if the explosion was beside our café again, or in it. But I could hear people screaming.

My co-worker started crying, telling me how my face is all bloody. Which was pretty weird, since I felt good. She was pulling me to the back side of the café telling me to use the back door and wait for her.

I did as she told me, seeing the mix of the red and blue flames freaked me out. It was the first time in my life to end up in situation like this, so a wave of panic took over me. Sobbing loudly, I sat down, hugging my knees. I was waiting for my co-worker, too scared to try and get help on my own, since I could still hear screams and people fighting.

Another explosion, probably in the café, since once again I was blown away. I could hear Ryuku and Kamui Woods asking if someone is here. But I couldn’t say a word, as much as I wanted to. I wanted to scream, but even a whisper was heavy at that moment.

Their voices were like echo, and the buildings around me started to get blurry.

I could feel my forehead being touched. My hair being placed behind my ear and someone telling me to wake up. Once I opened my eyes, I saw arm resting beside my head on the street. The same purple skin I saw last night.

I forced myself to look up, and the moment I saw that face, I felt embarrassed I didn’t recognize it before. Of course it was Leauge´s villain Dabi. Maybe the fact that I was trying to ignore the news around as much as possible, thinking if I stay in my safe zone I´ll protect myself. But of course I knew the League of Villains. Of course I knew Himiko Toga, Kurogiri, Shigaraki, Dabi and the rest of them. As much as I wanted to ignore everything happening in the city, I simply knew about them. Everyone does.

,, No´´ I whispered, not being able to feel pain or fear. My eyes looking beside him hoping hero or my co-worker will come and save me.

Dabi lowered himself trying to get my focus on him.

,, They are all gone. ´´ He said looking me directly in the eyes. Whit those words all the hope I had died. I closed my eyes while tears started to roll down my cheeks. This was it, I thought. Either way I´ll die from bleeding out or he´ll kill me.

,, Don´t worry babe, I won´t hurt you´´ He whispered, still playing with my hair. I had no power to say anything, all I could do is wait to fall into unconsciousness again.

His hands tried to pull me up, but somehow in that very moment everything started to feel heavy and I felt like I was about to vomit.

,,Fine, if you want to die, then die´´ He said, and once again everything else was black.

I woke up with sudden urge to vomit again. Being in dark unfamiliar room didn´t help either. The only thing that helped was the fact that I was alive. Before I could stand up and find bathroom, I vomited all over the floor. Maybe it´s weird, but I started crying, not only because I had no idea where I was, but also because I vomited. It´s a nightmare for me.

The door suddenly opened and at my surprise Dabi got inside. Which followed with me vomiting once more and crying again. Didn´t he let me die ?

,,Goddammit, I even prepared a bucket for you, can´t you use it ?´´ He said calmly. Grabbing my arm harshly, he pulled me up and forced me to walk out of the room.

,, I´m sorry´´ I sobbed, not wanting to make any problems. I didn´t want to do anything to provoke the villain.

,, Wait here´´ he said, forcing me to sit in the kitchen. Then he went back in the room I slept in.

The kitchen wasn’t big, but it wasn´t small either. There was a counter with drinks, and two tall uncomfortable chairs. On the other side were cabinets, sink, dishwasher, stove and freezer. Everything was in light and dark shade of gray.

,, Well, you can vomit like world champion´´ Dabi´s voice echoed thru the room. I could hear the toilet flush and his steps coming closer. It took him a second and there he was, standing in front of me. He went to the other side of the counter, took one glass and filled it with cold water.

,, So babe, what happened back there?´´ he asked, placing the glass in front of me. I was scared and confused, and I didn’t have any courage to look the man in the eyes or say anything.

,, I don´t know´´ I said quietly. He sighed and took a small box of cigarettes out of his pocket. Lighting his cigarette up with his quirk, just like he did yesterday.

,, You are lucky I noticed you trying to hide back there, since your little friend left without thinking twice´´ he said, as he puffed on his cigarette.

I wasn´t sure if I should feel sad, betrayed or mad. From all of the people back there, a villain saved my life. But I did feel thankful to him.

,,Thank you´´ I said, looking at him. His cigarette between his lips, eyes half closed.

,, What should I do with you´´ he said, finishing the cigarette and taking another one from the box. He placed the box in front of me.

When he realized that I won´t take one, he stood up and made his way toward me. Standing behind me, he placed his hands on my shoulders, slowly massaging them. His one hand pulled my hair back lightly, and other one placed his already lit cigarette in front of my lips.

,, Come on love, I know you smoke´´ he said, placing the cigarette between my lips with a little force. In a moment, his face was inches away from mine. I could feel his breath on my neck, making me freeze in the place.

,, Maybe I should keep you for myself here´´ he whispered, breathing deeply on my ear. ,,After all, I can protect your quirkless little body´´ he addes slowly.

There were many things going thru my mind at that moment. What did he mean ? How did he know I don´t have a quirk?

Days and weeks passed and there I was still at Dabi´s place. First few days I was left alone, either way he was really busy or just wanted to give me some time. Dabi let me sleep in his room, since I couldn´t force myself to sleep in the one I vomited. Maybe it was my imagination, but I could still smell the vomit.

His room was decorated in dark shades. One black king sized bed in the middle, dark green walls and black furniture. On the right side were huge windows and balcony. Since I was alone, I gave myself a little bit of freedom. After all, he didn´t seem that dangerous as everyone said.

At the beginning he didn´t let me cook or do anything that could be dangerous in his opinion. He didn´t trust me at all, being sceptic that I might poison him. He did try to keep me entertained, giving me Nintendo Switch with some games like Pokemon, Super Mario, etc. He also didn´t have any problem with Netflix or whatever I wanted. I know those are small things, but being with him, I expected less.

After some weeks passed, I was seeing him more often. He would casually get inside his room, since there was the balcony. Without knocking or any sign. Well, it was his room after all. Sometimes he would just bring us some fast food, ice cream and force me to eat with him. At least he thought so. I didn´t have any problem with it.

After 3 weeks passed, I started to realize that I was pretty much attracted to this man. I wasn´t someone who falls easily for a man, but his attitude, his cold personality, the way he moves, the way he talks, the way I could catch him look at me, it was all extremely attractive to me. It probably all started the day I caught him sitting beside me, thinking I was asleep. It was around 3AM when I heard him coming inside his room. He sat beside me, and started caressing my cheek softly.

In that moment all I could do was just pretend that I was still asleep.

After that night, he would come at night and just sit there with me, thinking I was asleep.

I opened the window and sat on the balcony, admiring the sight of the buildings and colorful lights coming form the streets, and cars.

,, I don´t remember allowing you to go outside.´´

He was standing to my left side, looking at the street.

,, Planning how to run away?´´ He added, not paying attention to me. He was wearing black pants, with dark grey oversized sweater. His presence was too much for me, it wasn’t that I was scared of him, but I was too shy, I couldn´t look him in the eye without thinking about him sitting next to my ´´sleeping´´ form and looking at me, playing with my hair.

,, You know what will happen if you even try´´ he said getting closer to me. I could feel his hands on my hips, holding them firmly. I could smell his strong cologne mixed with smoke. He told me if I even think about running away, he would burn me down even my ashes will disappear. Somehow he knew who my parents are, who my friends are and he said he would kill every single one of them.

At first I didn’t believe him, somehow I thought he isn´t capable of something like that. But I changed my mind once I saw him on the news, where it was talk about his victims.

His thumb was going in circles, making a small pressure on my hip. I didn´t think of running away. First of all I wasn´t brave enough, second of all, I was so unimportant to this world that I didn´t hear shit about me on the news.

,, Can I have my phone ?´´ I asked him, not thinking about his reaction or anything. I just wanted to contact my parents and Melissa.

,,Wha..?´´ he laughed out. His hold getting stronger, keeping me in my place.

,, Babe, do you think I´m that stupid ?´´ he laughed, turning me around to face him. If I wasn´t in a situation like this, I would probably feel the urge to touch his scars, being so close to me.

,, I just want to contact my family and my friend. I won´t do anything that might harm you´´ I said, not breaking the eye contact.

,, Harm me ? ´´ he laughed, his face inches from mine. This man was indeed driving me crazy.

,, Please, you can control me if you want. I won´t delete any message, I´ll do whatever´´ I managed to say somehow. His lips being so close, it was a wonder I could speak at all.

The moment his lips brushed against mine, I felt all possible feeling I could in my stomach. ,, You´ll do whatever?´´ he said, his head still tilled to the side, and lips brushing over mine. I could feel a small smirk forming on his lips.

,,I´ll think about it´´

After that day, he didn´t hold himself at all. Doesn´t matter what I was doing, if he felt like being close to me, he would just do it. If I was cleaning, making myself a snack, playing some games, he would just casually slip his hands around my waist.

Laying down on the couch, legs up on the wall, while playing Super Mario. There was one level I couldn´t pass as hard as I tried to. It was just too troublesome. Dabi was sitting in the kitchen, smoking and watching the gameplay. I could hear him mumbling something to himself, before he made his way and sat beside me, taking the controllers out of my hand.

I was surprised when he started passing the level without any trouble, defeating Iggy Koopa so easily.

,, YAAASSS´´ I screamed grabbing the sleeve of his hoodie and shaking it happily. I was dealing with that level probably two days in a row.

In the moment when I was about to ask him how did he do it so easily, he threw the controllers to the side, grabbing my right leg with his left hand, and my hip with his right hand. Pulling my body to his direction. I couldn´t even understand what was exactly happening in that moment, since it happened so fast. He placed my legs around him, and hovered over me.

,, Don´t I need a little present for this win?´´ he said looking at me, placing small kisses over my face. This time, I couldn´t suppress the need to touch his scars. The curiosity took over me, and suddenly I found myself, placing my index finger beside his lip. Moving my finger lightly to the left side of his face. The moment I did that he froze in the place, not kissing me, or doing anything. His body twitched once my finger was under his eye, touching the scars and the small patches.

He grabbed my jaw, and kissed me forcefully, forcing his tongue inside, not giving me a chance to breath. His other hand was under focused on pulling my shirt up, just enough for my bra to be visible.

,, You are driving me crazy´´ he said, his lips now on my neck, one hand still on my jaw and other grabbing my left breast making me moan suddenly. I could feel him smirk while leaving wet love marks over my neck.

Having Dabi around was something I hoped for now. I was hoping for those unexpected touches and waiting for him to come at night like he always did.

What surprised me was the fact that he actually gave me my phone. Telling me that he will control my messages and that if he notices I´m deleting them, things won´t be smooth as they are now.

Somehow, I didn´t even feel the urge to write something bad, to ask for help or anything ? I found myself wanting to be in his presence, I wanted him to be close to me.

He already contacted my parents and Melissa before, telling them that I´m alright. He ignored the rest of the messages they sent me. They wanted to see me, they were worried. Melissa thought she did something wrong, since I was ignoring her.

The moment I contacted her, my phone started buzzing with all the messages she started sending me. Where am I? Why did I ignore her ? What happened ? Am I ok ? What happened to my work?

To my parents I simply wrote that I’m fine and safe.

At my surprise, they told me they know where I am, and that we can work it out. They told me that he waited for them home one night. Telling them he felt they need to know where you are, and telling them if they try contacting a hero or police what will happen to me.

I told them that there is no need for me to go anywhere and that I feel safer then I ever was.

After I found out that my parents know, I felt the need to tell everything to Melissa too. She was my best friend after all and I knew she would understand me.

I explained everything what happened that night. Explained how he saved me, how he’s taking care of me and trying to give me everything I need. At first she was really surprised once I mentioned his name. I mean, who wouldn’t be surprised ? But if I’m happy, then she’s happy too. She never judged me even once.

Dabi wasn’t home, so out of boredom I decided to make some food. Maybe he’ll eat it too once he comes home. I decided to make Spaghetti with Quattro formaggi sauce. I noticed that he really likes cheese, so maybe he will give it a try.

After having dinner on my own, I decided to watch some movie on Netfix before I go to bed and once again wait for him. The movie wasn’t anything special, but I still forced myself to finish it. My mind was away all the time, not being focused on the movie at all. All I could think of was Dabi. If someone told me that I would be so desperate for LOV’s villain Dabi, I wouldn’t believe them. But there I was, waiting for him like a lost puppy.

Placing my phone on the Kitchen counter, I made my way to his bedroom. For some reason he was still sleeping in the other room. Making me wonder how does it feel to sleep next to him, and why he let me sleep in his room for such a long time.

I slowly lain down on the right side of the bed, focusing on the lights coming from the outside. Covering my lower part with the blanket. The soft lace pajama that was hugging my body, gave me some comfort in some weird way. I lain on my stomach and placed my left arm under my pillow. Closing my eyes, I inhaled a deep breath trying to keep myself awake.

It was around 2AM when I heard the door slowly open. I could hear his steps, I could hear how he’s in the kitchen, taking my phone, and shortly after placing it back again. I could hear the shower and his soft humming.

Not shortly after that, I could hear him coming. Slowly opening the door and making his way toward me. Sitting to my left side, he took a deep breath, placed his long lags next to mine, and slowly caressing my head. His fingers slowly found their way to my neck, moving left and right.

,,I know you’re awake’’ he said, as his finger slowly brushed the lace on my right shoulder down. In one moment, he was pacing a kiss on my shoulder, and in the next one he was hovering over me. I could feel him on my back. His face inches from mine. When our eyes met, I wasn’t sure if I felt embarrassed or glad.

He took a deep breath once more, and started placing kisses down my back, while his fingers were on my hips. With every kiss, I was going more and more insane.

Dabi got off me, and pulled me to lie to the side, once again facing my back.

,, Such a good girl for me’’ he said pushing my pajama slowly up, and touching my right breast slowly, while biting my neck. All I could do was move my head in the right direction, giving him more access to my neck.

,, Move your legs a bit for me babe’’ he said, placing his hand under my shorts. He didn’t give me a chance to do it on my own tho, forcefully moving my tights and slipping his hand under my panties. My head fall back onto his chest, moan slipping out of my mouth once I felt his touch.

,, Are you my good girl?’’ he asked, stopping his fingers form any movement. Feeling his hot breath on my neck, I forgot how to speak properly.

,, Y-yes’’ I managed to say somehow. Every kiss, breath, word, move from him, made me crazy wanting for more. I could lie to myself and say it’s only because it’s such a long time since I went in bed with someone. But I there’s no need for lies, I’m attracted to this man.

His fingers started moving in circles, massaging my clit just as I wanted. Placing his knee between my legs, giving himself more space for movements. I closed my eyes and moaned, once his finger enter me. Without any word his fingers started to move in and out, so slowly that it was painful. Loving every second of it.

Once again, he pulled me over, making me lie on my back, placing himself between my legs, pinning my hands over my head. No words could describe how I felt in that moment. This time I moved my head foreword and kissed him. I wanted more. He returned the kiss, and started grinding his lower part of body against me, making me feel his erection.

Whit every move he made, I wanted more and more.

When he let go of my hands, I immediately started touching his body, I wanted to feel his skin, his scars. The moan escaped his lips once I started kissing his neck. Not wasting any time, he pulled his whit shirt over his head and threw it across the room, giving me access to his well build chest. Without thinking twice, I started kissing his chest, the purple scars he had. His head was hanging low, breathing deeply.

His hand found it’s way to my throat, grabbing it harshly and pulling me up a little. ,, Time to undress you love’’ he said, his hand like a neckless around my throat.

Moving my ass up a bit, Dabi pulled my shorts and panties down, throwing them on the floor. When I was about to take my top off, he pushed me down smirking a little. Slowly playing with the lace on my right shoulder, he did something I didn’t expect. The blue flame appeared on his fingers, destroying the lace. First the right one, then the left one. His lit index finger went down over the material of my top, from my chest to my stomach, flaming it up just enough to destroy the material.

Once it was destroyed, Dabi pulled the rest of my top that was under me and also threw it across the room. Taking a good look of my naked body, he slowly went down, placing soft kisses over my stomach. The fact that I could feel his burnt skin too was taking me over the edge.

,,What if’’ he breathed out, still leaving wet kisses over my stomach and chest. ,, What if everyone knows to who you belong’’ he said, eyes looking up on me, trailing his finger around my stomach. His left hand holding my hip, making sure no movements were possible.

,,What do you mean?’’ I asked confused, not able to understand anything clearly anymore. There was no need for me to even think about it, because Dabi already made his decision to mark me as his. A loud scream escaped my mouth the moment I felt my skin getting burned.

His hand was still holding me firmly, but he immediately stopped what he was doing, and placed his hand over my mouth.

,,Relax, it will be over just in a minute’’ he said, kissing me deeply. He took the destroyed top and placed it between my lips. Making sure I was biting the destroyed piece of cloth, he slowly went down to finish what he started.

Making sure I won’t interrupt his work, he held my hands together firmly, while holding my legs with his weight down. Every move of his finger, burning my skin, was sending a wave of pain through my body. Closing my eyes, tears rolled down my cheek. Back aching up, screaming into the cloth in my mouth, nothing of it helped me calm down. But he was correct, it took him around minute to finish. Pulling the cloth out of my mouth, he kissed me.

,, Such a good girl’’ he said in between the kisses. Pulling my head up, I saw his name on my stomach. ,,Now everyone knows who you belong to’’ he added, leaving wet love bites all over my neck. From all the pain I felt when he was burning my skin down, everything after that felt like aftercare.

Dabi stood up, taking off his shorts and boxers before he climbed on top of me again. He kissed me once mere before he started rubbing his hard dick over my clit. He knew that I wanted more, but the he liked the fact that I was so desperate for him.

,, Dabi please’’ I moaned out, wanting him inside me already. Without any word or sign, he entered me roughly, not giving me any time do adjust to his size.

,,Of course I’ll give my good girl what she needs. You are too good tonight’’ He said kissing my nose, while my hands were grabbing the covers of his sheets to find my comfort in them.

He didn’t move for some minutes, leaving wet love marks over my chest. But once he was done, he slowly pulled his dick out so only his tip was inside of me. Then again, slammed it back inside. The harsh move, made me place my hands over his back, finding comfort there instead of the cold sheets.

He moved few times with the same method. Every time he would slam his dick back inside I wanted to dig my fingers inside his skin. But I was too afraid I would hurt his already burnt skin. I didn’t want to hurt him.

After he slammed too hard inside me, I accidentally dug my nails into his skin. It was probably not to hard, but still I caressed the place I thought I hurt and apologized to him.

,,You don’t have to worry about it love’’ he said stopping his movements. ,, My skin is already bruised, few new scars won’t hurt me’’ he added, giving me the permission to do what I want. Whit those words his movements started to speed up, making me throw my head back into the pillow and wrap my legs around him.

Dabi bit my shoulder, groaning into it, while he was getting faster and deeper with every move he made. Even tho I was still worried about his skin, I couldn’t help it, my nails were scratching it and digging into it enough to keep up with his moves.

,,I’m close’’ I moaned, while every thrust was bringing me closer to my orgasm. I didn’t have to repeat myself or wait, his hand found it’s way to my clit, rubbing it fast into circles. Which was enough for me to cum all over his dick while moaning his name out.

Without any word, Dabi turned me around on my stomach and entered me form behind once again. Holding my hips strongly while thrusting deep in and out of me. Being sensitive form my orgasm, with every thrust he did, my moans were louder.

,, Ass up’’ he said suddenly stopping his moves. Once I did what he told me, he grabbed my head and pushed it deep into the soft pillow and started to fuck me like there was no tomorrow. The sound of his skin slapping my own, the image of what was happening almost drove me close to my second orgasm.

My moans were huffed by the pillow, while Dabi was fucking me into the mattress.

,, Yess babe, cum for me again’’ He groaned into my ear, fucking me even harder.

,,So close’’ he moaned, touching my clit again and moving even faster and deeper if it was even possible. He didn’t have to touch me much, another orgasm was already hitting me hard.

,, Yess baby, so good’’ he moaned, while his dick started twitching inside of me. I felt his hot cum inside, closing my eyes, trying to catch my breath. Dabi didn’t stop, he tried to fuck his seed deep into me, until he thought it was enough.

Falling beside me, his arm over my back, breathing deeply into my neck. I wanted this moment to last forever.

His fingers trailing up and down my back slowly, while smoking a cigarette. The cold air coming form the opened balcony was a contrast to his hot fingers going up and down.

Once I noticed the cum that started to leak out, I stood up covering my body with the blanket, making my way to the bathroom to clean myself and wear another pajama.

When I finished, and changed. I found Dabi standing in the kitchen, already in his white shirt and his shorts for sleeping. Half of his cigarette was finished.

,, You coming back?’’ I asked.

,, Don’t you want to sleep alone ?’’ he asked turning taking one last smoke before placing the end of the cigarette under the water and throwing it away. I shook my head slowly, and made my way toward his room, hoping it’s enough for him to come back.

Once I buried my head into his pillow, I waited for him to follow me. But the steps were going to another direction, making me sigh deeply.

Shortly after that, at my surprise, Dabi appeared again. Holding some lotion in his hands. He sat beside me pulling the sheet down and my pajama dress up. Small smirk appearing over his lips at the sight of his name on my stomach.

Banding down, he kissed it few times before he applied the cold lotion all over it. Laying down beside me, he placed his arms around me and pulled me closer to him and hiding his face into my neck breathing my scent in.

With his presence and arms around me, it was the first night I could fall asleep peacefully not feeling scared of anything in this world.

Hope you liked it, too lazy to correct all the mistakes.

Also credit to the owner of the photo :)

Much loveeee

[amindofstone]

Starry night

a/n: Guys! Listen to me! Smoking is bad! It is bad and I simply hate it. Like how are so many people okay with that smell?! My head hurts so damn much whenever I smell it and my nose starts to burn. But that’s not the point. It´s just that I want to make clear that smoking is bad not only for the smoker but also for the people around them. Oh and: Smoking is not cool! (For the little kids that think its "SOOO COOOOL". Shut up. It´s not!) Anyways, enjoy the little work of me that was made out of a little daydream of mine.

Genre: anime imagine?

Words: 1291

Character(s): Sanji x Reader (Rose)

Spoiler(s): None

Info: Please keep in mind that the words in italic are the train of thoughts of Rose (reader).

!!! Please do not steal my idea or work. Credit me if this is shared or published in any other platform or any other way. Please respect me as the writer and my work. Picture is not mine. Credits to: @yn.xx.l (can be seen in the pic) !!!

A calm night with a clear sky surrounded the sunny. A starry night worth to be seen and spent on deck. A comfortable warm weather spread around the area of the New World in which the Sunny sailed since a few hours and made the crew relax and sleep in peace. Usually the Strawhats would use a night like this to celebrate and be as loud and energetic as they are and would only stop when no one is able to stand anymore. Sometimes they are even so loud that Rose couldn´t help but feel bad for their ally Trafalgar Law, who was a naturally calm and introverted person. The thought of him locking himself up in the girls cabin still manages to make her laugh each time. Even Nami who didn’t like any boy be in the cabin felt bad for him and let him stay there. But the money loving woman she is, she wanted him to pay for his stay and if Robin, Chopper and her didn´t interfere the poor man would have paid as frustrated as he was.

Rose took a deep breath and closed her eyes while she enjoyed the calm silence that was accompanied by the waves crashing onto the sunny. A soft cool breeze made the brunette shiver what caused her to wonder if she should go and grab a blanket or at least a jacket if she planned to stay on deck but that thought quickly left her mind when she felt a jacket being placed on her shoulders. “Hello my dear. What are you doing all alone this late?”, Rose turned around and was surprised to see the blond cook behind her. A bit startled she looked him in the eyes “How come I didn´t hear you coming?”, she asked surprised what made the tall man next to her smile. “It seems like you were lost in thoughts. Is everything alright?”, he asked and leant against the railing. Rose gave him a tender smile and shook her head. “No worries. Everything is fine. I just thought that the night was really beautiful and needed to be seen.”

She gave him one last smile and looked back up to the sky when she heard a little click that made her look back to the man beside her. With a new cigar between his lips the man beside her loosened his tie and tried to put his lighter to work. But his lighter to his luck was working against his will. “Even your lighter is tired of lighting up your cigars.”, Rose said with a sad smile while she put on the jacket her crew mate put over her shoulder. A bit confused the cook looked up at her. “10 minute is the longest time you did not have a cigarette between your lips. 10 minutes was what I counted. Don´t you think your smoking habit is a bit too much?”, overwhelmed but also surprised by her words Sanji stopped in his tracks with the lighter still lingering close to his cigarette that wanted to be light up. “I´m sorry I didn´t wanted to put you in any uncomfortable situation. I´m sure that you have a reason for the constant smoking but I just can´t help but be worried. It´s detrimental for you after all.” Another click could be heard and Rose spotted a small source of light out of the corner of her eyes. First puff, …. second puff, …. thrid puff, …. fourth puff. Rose counted silently in her head before she saw him flick the spent ashes over the railing. Fifth puff. “I know.”

“If you already know this why don´t you try to smoke less?”, the cigarette was put between his pink lips when he rolled up his sleeves. Little smoke clouds were dancing around the somehow majestic looking man while he rolled up his left sleeve then the right sleeve. With his cigar still in his mouth he put his hands in his pockets. Rose followed each of his movements with a sad but tender and loving gaze. “Smoking is a part of me. It belongs to me just like cooking. I mean, I do know that smoking is not healthy, partly also because Chopper tells me that on a daily basis, but going honest I never cared. Smoking was a way for me to grow one way or another. It… well… I´m really sorry, dear. But I just don´t know how to explain it. Just know that it´s a part of me and can not be taken from me that easily.”

Rose looked down at the railing and focused on her hands but kept talking to the man that managed to take her heart. “Did you know that one cigarette shortens your life up to 10 minutes? This might not sound a lot but just think about what you can do in 10 minutes. And think about the fact that one package of cigarettes has 21 cigars. That makes 3 hours and 30 minutes you threw away and . I.. I mean… I´m sorry. I should keep quiet. Please forgive me if I hurt you. I didn´t mean that.”

Sanji was confused and didn´t know how to react to her words of concern, what was unusual for someone that is constantly flirting with every woman passing him. “Rose, please. You don´t have to apologize. You didn´t do anything wrong. It´s okay, because you´re just worried and going honest that´s actually really sweet of you.”, a little blush spread across the young pirates cheeks and made her close her eyes. No matter what he says or does. Even if it´s just a tiny compliment or a smile he is able to make my heart race. But it´s fine because we are dating, right? “Rose, how come you always tell me that? I mean, tell me that I should stop smoking?”, Sanji slowly came closer and stood right beside her with one hand of his taking hers in his to intertwine them. “I might sound annoying but I´m just saying this because I care for you, a lot.”

Simple words but with a heavy and deep meaning left her mouth that made the blond man’s heart race like crazy. He tried his best to keep a calm and controlled facet but failed when Rose slightly turned towards him to look him in the eyes. “I care for you Sanji, more than anyone in the planet.”, Rose hesitated for a second but decided to follow her heart and mind that screamed for his warmth. She placed her hand that was not intertwined with his and placed it on his cheek just to caress it slowly and make him close his eyes and whimper. “I am not sure if I´m allowed to do this since we went on just one date, but it´s something I wanted for a long time.”

She released her hand that laid in his and used it to take his cigarette. She didn´t take it out of his mouth instantly but rather waited for a reaction of his. But he didn´t do anything. He stood still and let her do whatever she wanted. Rose gave him a genuine smile and took his cigarette from him and threw it over board. “Rose…”, Sanji was confused and wanted to ask what she wanted but never had the chance to do it because everything was long forgotten when she placed a soft kiss at the corner of his lips. A quiet moan could be heard that came from the cook. He wanted to hold her closer and ask for more but before his brain could process everything she placed a short kiss on his cheek and wished him a good night.

[nowimyurdaisy]

Girlfriend

pairing: tom holland x reader

summary: based off of Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne.

warnings: swearing, panic attack

a/n: this idea just popped into my head and I just sat down and wrote it. There are probably some spelling errors. Not my best work, but I felt like writing angst but there is a fluffy ending cause I couldn't help myself. ☺️

Hey, hey, you, you

I don't like your girlfriend

No way, no way

I think you need a new one

Hey, hey, you, you

I could be your girlfriend

The lyrics of your boyfriend´s ex-girlfriend, sarah's song rang through your ears as you walked around your flat. Tom was out, at the store with harrison getting some food. As the song continued your heart pounded louder and louder.

Hey, hey, you, you

I know that you like me

No way, no way

No, it's not a secret

Hey, hey, you, you

I want to be your girlfriend

By the time the song finished tears were brimming your eyes. You knew that sarah was gorgeous, she had that model body and the voice of an angel not to mention the fact that everyone thought they were the 'it' couple. They broke up almost a year ago and you and tom had only been together for 4 months and he had just asked you to move in, it was fast and unexpected but you happily agreed it just felt right. Of course tom was sort of a package deal, moving in with him also meant moving in with, harrison, harry, and tuawaine. Tomś friends were so supportive of you guys, with you all the way. You quickly paused the song, wiping the small tears that started to form form your eyes, as you heard the front door open and the yammer of the boys talking.

¨Hey babe!¨ tom said as he walked in.

¨Hi, did you get everything i told you to get for dinner?¨ giving tom a a peck on the lips, ¨caus you tend to forget things¨ you tease.

¨We got everything¨ harrison says sighing, rolling his eyes. You stick your tongue out at him. everything was back to normal you almost forgot about the song and puched all remanding bits of it to the back of your brain.

¨Guess what?¨ tom says excitedly, with a dopey smileon his face.

¨What?¨ you guess back, with the same ridiculously dopey smile.

¨I ran into sarah¨ he begins, your eyes widen, ¨yeah i know it has been a while, we are gonna meet for coffee tomorrow, that cool?¨ he asks you. Your smile dropps a tad bit but you replace it with a fake smile quickly.

¨Yeah, totally cool” you reply. You continue to chat with the boys a fake smile pressed on your face as you cooked dinner.

The next couple days after that you avoided tom especially after the next day when he told you all about what such a great time he had with sarah. It felt like he forgot that you were his girlfriend even though he cuddled you and pulled you into his side and pressed a kiss to your lips.

After a few days of you avoiding tom and only seeing him when you went to bed and even then you went to sleep earlier just so you missed tom and dinner, you even got up early for breakfast and a run as soon as tom had got up. After all of this, tom was finally catching on. And he was going to confront you.

He got off from filming early, just so he could catch you. He was sitting on the couch flipping through his phone when the door knob jingled open and you walked in. You looked up and were shocked to see tom sitting on the couch on his phone looking up expectantly at you.

¨Uh, t-tom, wh-what are you doing here?¨ you stuttered out in schock.

¨we need to talk.¨ he said getting up from the couch looking worryingly at you.

You felt your heart pound this is the the conversation you had been dreading the one where he would break up with you for sarah. You knew what he did during the day, you knew that he had been hanging out with sarah more. The lyrics of her song rang through your head,

She's like, so whatever

You can do so much better

I think we should get together now

And that's what everyone's talking about

He guided you to the couch you sat down, he clasped your hands. ¨y/n, why have you been avoiding me?” sstated warrily.

¨what?¨you ask trying to sound shocked, ¨i am not avoiding you.¨ you state.

¨really? He asked, ¨cause i haven't really, no, i haven't seen you around at all recently, only when we go to sleep and even then you are already asleep.¨ he exclaim, get more frustrated by the second.

¨Why would you care?” you huff, ¨your always ot with sarah¨ you add, dramafiing the word sarah.

¨well how would you know, we don't talk anymore¨ he snapped back. You chuckle, of course he would have no idea what is going on, he can be so oblivious sometimes. Tom continued his little rant, ¨one second everything is all happy and we are in love and next minute you are ignoring me. Did you know that this is the first time i've had a real conversation with you in almost a week.”you open your mouth to respond but are cut off again, huffing you settle back down. ¨I mean what the fuck, what the actual fuck y/n!¨

This time when you open your mouth to speak you aren't cut off, surprised you decide to talk. ¨yes thomas i knew that and have you ever thought about what happened the last day we talked?”you question him snarkily. He opened his mouth to speak but this time you cut him off, you were both standing there next the couch yelling at this point. ¨no you haven't have you? Cause there was some big news the day before i stopped talking to you”you point at him. ¨a new song released maybe?”you question already knowing the answer.

There is a moment of silence as tom ponders what the fuck you are talking about then he realises that sarah had just dropped a song that day, you had heard it but ddin really pay attention to it, since it didn really concern him anymore. ¨god, y/n you are so stupid, you know? I mean it was just a song beside its not like it concerns us, i love you and that all that matters”he says moving to take your hand in his but you quickly move them away. Cause as soon as he called you stupid your mind went back to that dreadfull song.

There's no other, so when's it gonna sink in

She´s so stupid, what the hell were you thinking?

Your heart was pounding by now, you stumbled back and started breathing heavily. You could hear tom alling you name as a handin was rubbing your arm and to hands grasped your body, tom´s hands, you thought.

¨Shhh, shh, love listen to me, breath in, and out.¨ tom said soothingly and you were brought back into reality. You had had a panic attack, tom was there but wait, you got up quickly form tom´s lap. ¨love?¨

¨no, no, no”you say, shaking your head. ¨you can't do this to me tom, i, i”you stuttered. He tilts his head in confusion. ¨the song, this, us¨ you motion between the two of you, ¨we shouldn't¨

¨but love¨, he starts and you want to just melt into his touch as he stands up next to you, ¨i love you¨ you just look down. Tom swears his heart just shattered there and then. He looks at you questioningly like why you were doing this.

¨tom,¨you sigh, ¨you should be with someone like sarah, not me, iḿ a nobody¨ you say with a deep breath being careful not to let the tears pile up¨

¨wh-what?¨ tom asks stunned, ¨i don like sarah, she doesn't like me we decided that we should be friends.¨ he states still clearly confused.

¨ha¨ you laugh at this, ¨just friends? Really?¨ he nods, ¨then why the hell on earth did she write a song about you and i?¨ you ask him.

Clearly puzzled he says, ¨she did not write a song about us.¨

¨oh really? Then who is this about?¨ you say grabbing your phone and turning on girlfriend. The song plays and over the course of it you can see tom´s expression changing from confusion to anger to guilt. And when she sings

I can see the way, the way you look at me

And even when you look away, i know you think of me

So come over here and tell me what i wanna hear

Better yet, make your girlfriend disappear

It hits you in the gut. As soon as the song ended tom says, ¨love i am so sorry, i had no idea, and if it helps we won be friends¨ you just nod.

¨that would make me feel better about myself¨ you reply.

¨darling you have nothing to worry about, just remember that i love you just the way you are all you imperfections make you who you are an i love them all.¨

And with that you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him, in a long passionate kiss. As you break away tom mumbles, ¨i love you y/n¨

And you mumble an, ¨i love you too, tom¨ and witht that you reconnect your lips and all your worries wash away like a long forgotten memory.

[laceymorganwrites]

Shallow love

Word count: 2,128

Pairing: Nacht x reader

Warnings: SPOILER ALERT, swearing, teeny bit of gore, insecurities, I probaby butchered his character >.< I´m so sorry, baby

A/N: NACHT APPEARS IN TODAY´S EPISODE SO OMG I HAD TO POST THIS!!!!

okay so

Nacht is my second favorite Black Clover character and yes, I am currently: freaking out. also he has Dabi´s VA so: perfection. 

I will definitely post more about him in the future! I just wanted to get this out today since it just fit so well <333 I´ll be back to regular posting in April

You didn´t think that you would ever be able to feel peace again and go back to your normal life after the attack of the Diamond kingdom.

And yet here you were, in the calm after the storm.

It was weird. Everything was in chaos, the villages and overall buildings were even more destroyed than when the eye of the midnight sun attacked.

Everything was as per usual at the Black Bull´s base, nothing out of the ordinary except for Yami forcing Nacht to stay now.

You´ve known him for a long time now, being the first member of the squad, and you never could read him. He always intrigued you.

And yet he also always made you distance yourself from him.

Nacht was the type of guy who was too blunt for his own good. You appreciated honesty, but he just always made it hurt.

You knew full well that you weren´t an innocent little lamb, but who was?

What irked you most about him was how badly he thought and spoke about his own squad, to this day you asked yourself why he even joined in the first place, he could´ve just as easily denied Yami´s order.

Sure, Yami could be persistent, but that wouldn´t stop someone like Nacht.

There had to be more to the two of them but over the years you learned that you just didn´t want to know.

Every time you approached Nacht about it he just shut you off and reminded you of all your flaws again.

Like he always did. With everyone.

Except for Asta, like everyone, he took a liking to the little guy.

Though, you had to admit Nacht seemed more open and approachable after the war. And yet you didn´t.

Instead you watched him at first reluctantly, over time without any hesitation, becoming rather friendly, talking to the rest of the squad.

In all those years you have known him you always asked yourself whether you really did. You highly doubted it.

You just couldn´t figure him out. Did he just wear a mask? Were all of his infuriating smiles for show? Was it all a game to him? What were his goals?

And why…

No. You didn´t want to think about that.

What was the point anyway? Anyone got a crush at some point, the only difference was that crushes usually didn´t last this long.

Especially if said person didn´t pay you any mind unless they were insulting you.

Nacht mostly stayed to himself, making it known he didn´t want anything to do with the rest of the squad.

Though like anyone else who stayed with them for a long amount of time, he warmed up to everyone. Still, he had his moments and didn´t exactly change his opinion. Because in his world people couldn´t change, they just didn´t.

And that made you sad.

Because deep down you just wanted him to acknowledge you, to tell you that you weren´t as bad as he thought, that you were a good person.

But at one point being around him just hurt. You cared too much, thought too much about him, it kept you awake at night.

If only you went out of your room into the kitchen where he would stay because of the same problem.

Especially since that day…

You were surrounded. Everywhere you looked you saw black, greedy eyes. The devils were everywhere and all hope seemed lost. You couldn´t rely on Asta only anymore, he already went through enough. He shouldn´t fight your battles for you just because he had strong powers, he was just a little boy.

And yet there he was, fighting ferociously, once again defeating the devil that came to slay everyone that day all those centuries ago.

It was hard to keep at least somewhat of an overview, everything seemed in shambles and the screams and cries of everyone were deafening.

You really shouldn´t be focusing on Nacht right now, now was not the time. Not that there ever was an appropriate time for that anyway.

But of course you just couldn´t help yourself, your eyes wandered to him frequently even as you told them to stop.

Though in this instance it might have not been that bad. Your eyes went wide as you realized what he was about to do, everything around you faded away, you felt numb and your body moved on its own to prevent him from going through with his plan.

“Please die with me” were the last things that left his lips that shut your brain off and made you move automatically. They weren´t uttered to you, Nacht didn´t even look in your direction, it was none of your business.

Even still you couldn´t just stand by idly and watch him die, watch one of the only chances you had at winning die, watch the man you hated to love die.

The little devil on his shoulder looked scared as your gaze met him and honestly, you could understand it all too well.

You were scared too but now wasn´t a time for fear, you needed to stop him at all costs.

“That´s the stupidest thing you ever said!” you screamed out as you were still running towards him.

Finally his head turned to you, he still had that infuriating smile on his lips, though it was so sad this time.

“It´s the only way…” he replied.

“You don´t know that! You can´t know that! You can´t just throw you life away like that, it won´t change anything! In fact it will… we will lose. We will lose so much more than just the fight, don´t you understand that? You´re not more or less important than the rest of us and you´re our vice captain, so it´s my duty to stop you from sacrificing yourself!” you said, grabbing his shoulders and frantically panting, you looked at him aghast, shocked, eyes wide and searching for something...anything in his eyes that wasn´t dull.

“Then we´re all going to die, but it´s so typical of you to be so selfish” he told you, his tone as entitled as always.

“You´re selfish too, you know that?” you whispered, averting your eyes.

“You can´t just run away from your responsibilities. It isn´t right” you stood your ground, balling your fists in anger and frustration.

“It´s the only way, why do you even try to stop me?” he sighed, looking at you. He was feeling quite frustrated now too, what were you trying to achieve? If he didn´t make this sacrifice so many more people would die, didn´t you care about them? Wasn´t it your job to protect everyone? So why were you trying to desperately to save him out of all people?

“Because I care. A lot. We all do. And yes it´s selfish, you´re right about that. We´re all selfish losers and assholes but you know what? We do it best and we´re goddamn proud not to be as picture perfect as all the others. That´s what defines us. And you don´t have to agree with that, but I´m fucking stubborn so don´t think for even a second that I´ll let you go through with your stupid plan!” you looked at him with such emotion, such passion, it made his heart ache with a foreign familiarity.

Nacht never paid you any more mind than he did the others, just thinking all of you were useless. That was why he was so surprised that someone would voluntarily want to save him.

He treated you like shit, sure it was more out of a defense mechanism cause he couldn´t bear leaving people behind, having people worry about him, he already had enough guilt to carry.

But hearing your words was like a revelation to him.

Maybe he still had a role to play in life, maybe his story wasn´t over yet and just maybe could he live his life without having to fulfill anything, but solely for himself and the ones he cared about.

Maybe it was finally time to start caring more than he was ready to admit, to take a step into the unknown and discover it with…

You.

It had always been you, he realized as he saw your desperate face, your hands on his shoulders, all dirty from fighting and yet feeling warmer than any fire ever could.

“Yes, maybe living might not be that bad” he tilted his head, smiling at you.

You felt an intense amount of relief wash over you as you gave him an exhausted smile back.

That was the first time you ever smiled at him, Nacht would never forget that moment, the moment in which you broke down his walls without even knowing it.

He would have to thank you later for that, when he fully comprehended what that meant.

Asta and you were training together again outside while the others were inside going on about their daily ruckus. Some were on missions already but some, like Asta, who were wounded and exhausted still needed to rest properly.

Though it was no use. Asta would never rest like he should unless he was knocked out.

And you tried that the first week, you each took turns but eventually you just couldn´t keep up anymore and let him train like he wanted.

Nacht also kept training with him, though he himself was new to everything going on and needed time to properly accommodate to things.

You stretched a bit, sitting down to just enjoy the sun for a moment.

“I can´t wait to go on missions again! I´m as good as new, I´m ready, I promise!” Asta beamed and showed off a bit but you only sighed.

“It´s not my call, kid” you apologized.

Asta pouted and kept training.

“You got a mission” Yami announced as he joined you outside and Asta practically jumped up and down with excitement and energy.

“Just the usual, rebuilding a town and fighting some magic beasts that escaped” he explained and Nacht slowly appeared behind him.

Asta´s eyes were beaming right now, he was excited to learn even more about the devil´s powers although he got quite the hang of it and even made a new friend.

Nacht smiled and waved at you, you just looked away as always and stood up to go back inside.

Nothing had changed anyway.

Until Yami stopped you in your tracks.

“If you get going now you´re gonna return by nightfall” he said and you nodded.

Asta sighed in frustration.

“I wanna go on a mission too!” he cried out.

“Not happening” all three of you said at the same time, shutting him up for a bit.

Both you and Nacht didn´t say anything as you made your way to the town in question.

Nacht because he didn´t know how to approach you and you because you thought there was no point in it, he wouldn´t think of you any differently.

And so you started your mission, once again fighting alongside each other and even though the task was dull Nacht´s presence gave you an energy that was unmatched, you just couldn´t help but smile.

When you were done you went deeper into the town to help the people rebuild it.

“Do you wanna go on a date with me?” he said out of the blue, making you turn around in confusion.

“Why would I go on a date with a guy who hates my guts?” you asked, making him sigh sadly.

“I´m sorry if I left that impression on you. I really don´t hate you… it´s quite the opposite actually” he explained.

“Did you just… I swear I never heard you apologize in all those years I´ve known you” you chuckled, not quite processing the second half of his statement.

“I never saw the point in it. All my life I always watched from afar, I always wanted to save people but you know, I´m just operating in the shadows. I´m good at spying and gaining information, saving people. Not so much making friends with them. I never saw it as my role. After all I lived my life for the kingdom and its people and not for myself. Why would I care if anyone liked me? In fact it would be the worst thing that could happen… death was always part of the job description and I was always willing to take that risk if it meant you could live longer. But now… ever since that day, I just want to live with you” he confessed, leaving you at a loss for words, so you did the only logical thing to you in this moment: hug him tightly.

“Of course I´d like to go on a date with you, Nacht. And I will keep protecting you” you smiled.

[old-hyper-super-clover]

"I like you the way you are."

Mammon × Camy (MC) short story

Here's the first request story for my summer event! (Or at least kinda, actually I was the one to ask for permission to write this... xD)

The MC Camy belongs to my dear friend @sketch-guardian. I really hope I did this fluffy duo justice, it's a lot of fun to write those cuties (*´▽`*)

(links to: summer story Masterlist/ request rules)

Have fun~!

„We´re going to the beach?“

“Ya bet we do!”

Mammon was standing in Camy´s room, grinning all wide and excited as he told his human the news. “We annoyed Lucifer until he´d let us go, so now we´re having a vacation in the human world!”

The human girl gave a hesitant nod. She wasn´t the biggest fan of the beach, but seeing her favourite demon this happy was already enough to go along with the plan regardless.

As the words kept bubbling out of Mammon like a waterfall, he noticed Camy wasn´t really sharing his enthusiasm, so he took a step closer to the girl sitting on her bed, making sure to lock eyes with her.

“Whatever ya worry about, don´t. I´ll make sure you have the time of your life, okay? It´ll just be you, me, swimming hand in hand to our heart´s content… Alright?”

He beamed a smile at her, through which he missed the subtle flash of fright that went through her expression. Then, Camy curled her lips in a reserved smile as well.

“Alright. As long as you´re with me, I´m sure it will be great.”

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The inhabitants of the House of Lamentation are known for causing a ruckus. That didn´t change, even in the human world. Lucifer had his hands full with keeping his brothers out of trouble whilst not arousing too much suspicion with all those humans hanging out at the beach themselves.

As much as Mammon wanted to partake in this ruckus, he wanted to spend this time with Camy even more. He was waiting for her to come out of the summer cottage they have rented, feeling more nervous by the second.

The reason? Well…

Camy was known to wear hoodies, like, all the time. Mammon wasn´t one to complain about that, the hoodies made cuddling even cosier, after all. However, now that they were at the beach, the sun shining down strongly and the ocean waiting for them to take a swim, Camy would come out of the hotel in swimwear for sure.

Hence, the boy was nervous as frick. N-Not in a creepy way! But, ya know… Mammon had fallen for Camy big time, so obviously it would be a big deal to see her like this. Then again, he did not want to appear creepy, so he tried staying calm, but oh man, was it difficult to stay calm when he was so excited to hang out with her for the whole day, also his mind keeps switching back to the swimwear issue and his weak heart can honestly not cope with-

“Mammon? Are you okay?”

I would have loved to write out the kind of noise Mammon made when he heard Camy´s voice behind him, but this level of “Aaasdfdssdh” is not part of my vocabulary sadly. But what I CAN describe is the jump Mammon did while pressing out said noise.

“C-Camy! You´re finally done!” He laughed immediately after to distract her from his flushed red face – which lost its colour again when he turned to look at her.

“Uhm… Is something wrong?” Camy tilted her head, seeing Mammon´s almost shocked expression.

“N… No…” The demon mumbled as he was looking at her outfit: a shirt with sleeves all the way to her elbows, paired with some long jeans. “But, uhm… Isn´t it kinda warm in those clothes?”

The girl gave a shrug. “It´s fine. I´m not really planning of staying in the sun for too long anyway. Also I´m used to hot days from my homeland, so there´s no need to worry.”

“Oh, okay” Mammon replied, trying to ignore this tiny sting in his chest. Instead, he tried to focus on the cute smile on Camy´s face as she asked him to go search for a sun lounger together.

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As Camy didn´t want to go swimming, the two took a stroll along the seashore instead. At some point, however, Mammon had to take a little dip into the cold ocean water as his demon body wasn´t really used to the summer heat.

“Aaaaah… That´s way better…!” The boy was grinning from ear to ear as he floated in the water. “Oi, human, you sure you don´t wanna join me?” He peeked over to Camy.

She had rolled up her pants to at least put her feet into the water and was bending down to inspect the sand. “Yeah, I´m good” she answered, then turned around stretched out her arm. “Look! This seashell is super shiny on the inside.”

A little grumpy over her stubbornness, Mammon's face was forming a pout as he started to inspect the shell in Camy's hands.

"You're seriously interested in some crap that's swimming in the-" he stopped, eyes going wide as he saw the shell's shininess. "Woah. It's pretty."

A smile spread on Camy's face as she mustered Mammon's sparkling expression. "Right? And the outside has this cool, purple gradient. I've never seen one like this before..."

"There are different kinds of shells?" Mammon asked, to which Camy gave a nod. She explained as much as she could about them -- and suddenly, Mammon was digging in the sand, too.

The girl gave a little laugh. "What was that about 'some crap' earlier?"

A small tsundere blush showed on Mammon's cheeks.

"Well, I've never looked at them this closely before..." he pouted. "But everything sounds so interesting when you're the one talking about it..."

Now the blush had jumped onto Camy's face. Being a bit too flustered to respond anything coherent, Camy continued her search after mumbling a tiny "I see".

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The pair was really successful in finding a fair share of various beautiful shells in all forms and sizes. Mammon had mentioned wanting to show them off in some way, so Camy suggested they could make cute jewelry out of them.

The second Mammon's brain comprehended that would mean matching accessories with his human, he was sold. The demon had dashed back to the vacation home almost immediately to grab his phone so they could do a bit of research on the topic.

So Camy was waiting at the beach... Waiting for a weirdly long time. The scorching summer heat made it almost painful for her, even under an umbrella. Grumbling, the girl looked at her clothes, then over to the sparkly, refreshing sea. She didn't tell Mammon, but Camy was actually wearing swimwear under those clothes...

The girl let out a big sigh. She ached to dive into the cool water, but her stomach turned at the mere thought of undressing herself in front of all these people that looked so much... better... than her...

The intrusive thoughts kept nagging at her for quite a while, only being disrupted when Leviathan approached the girl.

"Camy! You're waiting for Mammon, right? It seems Lucifer told him to go get something from the store. Mammon urged me to tell you before leaving."

"Oh okay. Thank you, Levi! I'll just... keep waiting, then" she replied, eyes already drifting over to the water again...

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Mammon was pretty pissed. He couldn't even remember doing that thing Lucifer had scolded him for, so why did HE have to go out to buy groceries that BEEL ate?!

He knew Camy would be waiting for him to come back, so he grabbed those onions and whatnot in the speed of light and hurried back to the beach. Panting from almost running home, he frantically scanned the sun lounger area for Camy... but couldn't find her. Also looking over the rest of the beach, there was no sight of her, either. So instead Mammon went up to Satan and annoyed him until he'd spill the information he needed.

... But Satan also didn't know? And after running back to the cottage to search there, there was still no Camy?? And she wouldn't pick up the thirty calls he'd already left her?!

Mammon's panic mode activated. He went to look everywhere all over again, from one end of the beach to the other. Just so holding himself back from literally turning around stones to search underneath them, he was about to go crazy as he reached the other end of the beach.

But then, as he passed a large boulder, he locked eyes with a girl in swimwear, half of her body submerged in the water...

The second he realised he was staring at Camy, Mammon let out a panicked scream. And simultaneously, once Camy understood Mammon had just found her as she was taking a swim, she was screaming, too. So while one was stumbling backwards into the sand and the other yeeted herself into the ocean, they were squealing out their panic from the top of their lungs.

It took a moment for both to somewhat recover again, but Mammon was the first one to look back at her.

"C-c-camy...! I was... You were..." His brain was running with way too much speed for his mouth to form the right words. Meanwhile Camy had emerged from the water just enough to breathe out of her nose again. She glanced at the demon in great embarrassment.

"You're... Swimming" Mammon then said.

Camy frowned. "... It was too warm, so I thought I'd manage to take a quick dip before you come back, but..." She mumbled as a response. "You were faster than I thought..."

A little silence came over them, with Camy trying to figure out how to save herself out of the water and Mammon trying to understand why she wouldn't swimming together with him earlier.

"Uhm..." The human spoke up after a while. "Y-you can go back to the loungers, I'll dry myself off and meet you there."

Mammon's response was a confused blink. "But if you're already in the water, I might as well join ya and we'll-"

"N-no!" Camy blurted out with a bit too much force. She immediately gained a worried stare.

"Camy...?"

So she grew sick of hiding those painful feelings. "Look, Mammon, I'm... not confident about my body. I don't like showing much of my body, especially since all you demons seem to be naturally good-looking... It's not that I didn't want to swim with you, it's just... I don't want to torture you with, well, the sight of me."

Her hands were cramped around her waist, and the more Camy spoke, the more she wished to submerge into the water again and never come back. It got even worse when Mammon wouldn't answer for what felt like eternity.

So eventually, Camy turned her narrowed gaze to look at him, only to find an expression of pure disbelief on his face.

"Camy" he finally called out.

"... Yes?"

Then Mammon stretched out his hand. "Come out of the water" he prompted, a sad ring to his tone. "Please" he added when Camy wouldn't react.

"B-but I don't want you to dislike m-"

"Trust me."

Slowly, Camy reached for his hand and got pulled out of the water softly.

She immediately had to endure Mammon's gaze, pressing her own eyes shut to not having to see his disappointment. The next thing she felt, however, was how Mammon's arms wrapped around her.

"S-stupid human" the demon mumbled against her head. His face was painted in the brightest blush as he tried to squeeze all his adoration for her into this hug.

"Mammon..." Camy blinked in surprise. "Y-you shouldn't hug me, I'm-"

"I don't care" he interrupted her. "Whatever it is, cut it. Actually, I should keep hugging ya as a punishment for saying such stupid crap."

The girl felt her eyes tearing up, but as Mammon really did not seem like loosening his embrace any time soon, she sheepishly wrapped her arms around him, too.

They listened to the mellow crashing of the waves, calming down more with every breath.

At some point, Camy felt Mammon shake his head.

"Really now..." He huffed. "I felt something was botherin' ya n' started thinkin' I hurt ya by accident..."

"What? No!" Camy gave him a little squeeze. "You're not the problem. It's just that I feared that you would... you know... be disappointed..."

"Camy" Mammon pulled back to hold her by her shoulders. "I like you the way you are."

They stared at each other until Mammon had to hide his rising embarrassment over his own words. "L-like, I... I think you're beautiful" he mumbled. "A-and...! As long as ya are healthy and happy, th-that's really all that matters, right?"

They hugged once more, partly because Mammon had to hide his face once again. But finally, Camy understood he was meaning it.

"Thank you, Mammon."

He gave a nod. "Make sure ya always remember that! And now... It's time to take another swim!"

With that, he tackled her into the water.

The girl was squealing, all puzzled, but Mammon wouldn't let her escape.

"I promised ya, it would be just us two and the water, right? And the Great Mammon is one to keep his promises!"

And as he grinned at her, Camy looked back with sparkling eyes.

"Yeah" she mused. "That's why you're so great."

[mae-gi-writes]

Somebody Loves You | Kevin Moon (The Boyz Imagine)

Bandmates au! in which Kevin finally realizes that the love he’s looking for is standing right here beside him. 

Genre: angst, fluff at the end, friends to lovers au, bandmates au.

Words: 1.6k-ish? 

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All she could remember were the tears on his face. 

And then, then came the heartbreak. Along with that, the sad songs bouncing off his piano keys like soulful siren singing melodies about the dead and haunting her in her sleep. The floor was always littered with crumbled paper and when Y/N had enough courage to smooth one out, realized that they were nothing more than lyrics singing of a broken heart. 

The break up had come unexpectedly. A quick slap in the face, as she liked to call it. But after that day, Kevin was never the same. Oh he tried, tried his best to fake it behind a cracked mask that always managed to crumble half-way throughout the day, but Y/N knew him like the back of her hand, knew exactly the slightest microscopic expressions that shifted in his face, which made her even more aware of his countenance every single time. 

One time, she found him curled up on the corner of the couch in their small practice room -- tucked away in one of the school’s back buildings that nobody ever ventured to -- with tears cascading down his face in crystal translucent jewels, carving paths along his cheeks and dripping off his jaw as he kept his eyes averted from her own. 

“Kevin,” Y/N sighed, before plopping herself down next to him, “did you eat?” 

The young man shook his head. Of course he hadn’t. Nothing much interested him these days. 

She made a frustrated sound, “you can’t keep doing this to yourself, you know.” 

“It hurts,” came his murmur, words choked with tears. 

“I know it does Kev, but--” Y/N’s hand landed on his shoulder in a soft, warm caress, “you have to move on. She has.” 

He sniffled for a few minutes more. Then, he wiped his nose with his shirt sleeve, gladly accepting the tissue she provided him upon noticing his struggle, “thanks,” he merely mumbled, a breath of words so quiet and weak she feared he might break in two.

“Come on,” Y/N’s hands went to cup his face before pulling up the corner of his lips with her thumbs. She grinned at him, “smile. Come on, it’s not the end of the world. You have me.” 

A tear-filled chuckle escaped his chest, “yeah,” the corners of his lips tugged up slightly, “yeah I know.” 

The next few weeks were swamped in a constant routine of practice and attending lectures whenever they weren’t too wiped out afterwards, which Kevin accepted the distractions with open arms. Slowly but surely, Y/N watched his expressions clear, his eyes getting lighter and lighter, chuckles coming a little easier to him now, and smiles gracing his face more often times than not. It was relieving, to say the least. Y/N’s heart couldn’t help but jump up in happiness whenever she remembered how far he’d come from the broken mess Kevin once was, though these facts were things she kept hidden like a secret she would carry to her grave.

She’d never tell him; how he’d stolen her heart, and that now she was his entirely if he wanted. No. She couldn’t, never had even before he even started dating his ex back then.

So imagine her shock when Kevin bounded up to her after her Marketing class to tell her:

“Miha texted me.” 

Y/N blinked for a few seconds. The name was enough to make her stomach drop. 

“What?” a frown fell like a dark shadow over her face, “What did she say? What did she want?” 

He shuffled from one feet to another, clearly sensing the unfriendliness emanating from the girl before him, "well, she said a lot of stuff...about how she misses me. And how she wants to talk to me, clear things up because they way we left it was--" his words stopped short upon noticing the scowl spreading over Y/N's face faster than he could utter Miha's name. Instead, he asked, "what? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You're not going to meet her, are you?" Were the only words that she managed to splutter out of the multitudes of protests ringing through her mind.

"Well," he scratched the back of his head, looking strangely embarrassed, "I don't know, I thought maybe I should go, we didn't have any closure and--"

"Are you insane?"

Kevin blinked, "no, I just thought--"

"She broke your heart," Y/N shook her head and her fists impulsively clenched at her sides in hopes that she wouldn't sock him one. Frustration flared through her, "she broke up with you and left you in this mess by yourself. You-- You were terrible Kev, you weren't eating and you barely slept. Why would you want to go back to that?" She searched his eyes, attempted to seek out what was going on inside his brain, "why would you?"

"Look Y/N," she watched as Kevin's expression hardened, "I'm really grateful for you, I am. But it's no big deal, okay? It's just a lunch to talk things over."

"Just a lunch?" She laughed, though it sounded empty, "there's no such thing as 'just a lunch'. "

"Why do you even hate her so much? She didn"t do anything to you--"

"You know what? No." Y/n threw her hands in mock surrender, "you do what you want. I'm done. I want no part in this."

"What's wrong with you?" Kevin's voice rose with his anger. It was clear that he was just as rattled as she was, "why are you acting like it's such a big deal?"

How dare he say that.

Anger vibrated through her chest. Invaded her lungs.

Suddenly, it gelt all too hard to breathe.

How dare he, when all she had done was be there for him? When she had vaught him with open arms and nursed his bruised heart back to life.

How dare he.

"How dare you," her voice shook with restrained anger, "how dare you say that when all I've done was for your sake?"

"Y/N I didn't mean--"

"Yes you did!" She cut him off with a yell as tears pooled from the corner of her eyes, "you meant every single word and I'm not having any more of it! You--" she let out a slow, shaky breath through her mouth, body practically vibrating with rage, "you don't even see me, not in the way that I do.”

"What do you mean--"

"I love you, alright?" Her hand tugged at her hair, "I always did, Kev. And seeing you so broken, I hated myself for it. It hurt me as much as it did for you. I'm not going to stick around just to see it happen again."

And before waiting for Kevin to answer back Y/N swivelled on her heel and marched away with her head held high, even as tears wlowly dropped down her cheeks and her heart shook every step along the way.

For the next few weeks, Y/N aboided Kevin at all costs.

Not only was she swimming in huge embarrassment at the prospect of having confessed her somewhat undying love for him, but it did not help matters that she couldn't erase the image of his closed-off, hardened expression as they argued back and forth.

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It was obvious whom he'd chosen to side with. Y/N wasn't supposed to feel bitter -- actually hated herself for being so petty -- but she couldn't help it. It was like his presence was a ghost that haunted her every day life, a constant reminder that he wasn't here anymore.

So Y/N avoided the band practice room like the plague, skipped classes they shared, so much so that their drummer -- a cute quirky freshmen who went by the name of Eric -- decided to confront her right as she was about to exit her statistics course.

"Why aren't you coming to band practice lately?" Eric asked as he followed Y/N's footsteps echoing down the hall, "something's wrong. You wouldn't be acting this way otherwise. Tell me."

"Nothing's wrong," she muttered while dragging her feet, attempting not to scowl at the wall before her.

"Sure, of course nothing's wrong," Eric rolled his eyes, "that"s why you're sulking like a five year old child."

"Just leave me alone."

"Is this about Kevin?"

She stayed quiet. Reacting to his statement would just confirm his suspicions.

"It is, isn't it?" Eric continued while the girl struggled to keep her face void of emotion, "he's been acting all weird too. Hasn't been practicing as much, and apparently he's still talking to that ex of his-- which, by the way, I do not approve of -- but he looks off, Y/N. Like he doesn't even want to hang out anymore."

"Not my problem."

"Y/N," a hand fell upon her shoulder then. Eric squeezed her softly, "I'm not stupid. I know you guys fought for whatever reason. But for my sake, please come back. Come and and talk to him," he paused, then added a soft, "please."

Usually, a few prods from Eric here and there would prompt Y/N to make the first move. But not this time. She wasn't about to apologize to Kevin for having done nothing wrong. If anything, she was the one who should be apologized to!

Instead, Y/N took this chance to call up her mother who laid just a few hours away in the suburbs, asking if there was any possibility for a visit. A break would do her some good and by the older woman's delighted tone on the other side of the line, Y/N guessed that it would please her mother just as much. The older woman didn't hesitate to gush at the many dishes she would prepare for her only daughter, prompting Y/N to smile despite all the circumstances.

Trust her mother to make her feel loved when nobody else could.

And so, it was a few days later when Y/N packed her things for the weekend. She ambled out into the shared common room, bid a casual goodbye to her flatmates, before starting towards the train station, her heart already lifting with hope with every step that brought her closer to home.

Only for that hope to shatter when a familiar alto burst through the air.

"Y/N!"

Turning towards the sound, the said girl's eyebrows stitched into a frown upon noticing Kevin's figure running up to her as if he was the one about to his miss train.

"What do you want--" she didn't even have time to finish her sentence when Kevin's arms snatched her over to his chest, one of his hands weaving into her hair before he tilted his head and crashed his mouth down onto hers.

"Wha--" the words choked up in the back of her throat as Kevin moved his lips onto her own in the most sensual dance with a desperate, almost aggressive need. His hand at her waist tightened, slipping underneath her shirt and causing her to gasp, electric tingles shooting up her spine.

He kissed her with ardour, with a passion she didn't know he possessed. He kissed her until her knees felt weak and until her head spun deliciously from his attacks; mouth suckling onto her bottom one, nibbling at the skin and -- impulsively -- Y/N couldn't help but kiss back.

A growl vibrated through his chest at her response and she almost fell, pliant in his arms. His tongue pushed at her mouth, delving in without warning and eliciting a soft whimper from the said girl as her own arms slithered their way up his shoulders and into his hair. 

He was everywhere. His scent. His taste. He tasted so familiar and warm and just--just Kevin. 

She hadn't realized that they'd been moving until her back collided with the cold, cemented wall of her apartment building, the contrast of its iciness and Kevin's warmth sending another surge of hot desire through her chest.

"Don't leave me," Kevin breathed through multiple kisses, his voice hoarse and rough from their kiss, "don't leave. I'm sorry."

It took ever ounce of Y/N's brain cells to figure out what he was sorry for.

"For what?" She mumbled against his mouth.

He drew back with a soft sigh and a whine almost crawled up her throat at the loss of heat. Pressing their foreheads together, noses touching, he murmured, "for everything. For not listening to you, for not seeing you, I-- I was so stupid for taking you for granted and it's only when you walked out on me that I realized--" he exhaled shakily, "that I realized how much...how much I loved you."

Closing her eyes to let his words wash over her wounds, she felt like pinching herself.

It didn't seem real.

Kevin didn't seem real.

And as though she yearned for that clarification herself, her hand reached up to press her palm against his cheek. 

The man's eyes closed, taking in the feel of her skin, her warmth, against him.

And when he opened them once more to find her brown orbs swimming with flecks of sudden affection, he couldn’t help but lean forward again.

"I'm sorry," he pecked her mouth chastely, "I'm sorry," his kisses trailed over her jaw, up her cheek while he kept on muttering a string of apologies that caused a troop of butterflies to flutter through her stomach. Her hands fisted through his shirt unconsciously as Kevin continued showering her face in a rain of kisses that left her heart cartwheeling in her chest, heat springing through her cheeks at the way their bodies practically molded into each other. 

His firmness pressed against her curves. Sensual heat pooled at the bottom of her stomach. 

“Please just--” Kevin’s alto broke at the last word, “just don’t leave.” 

To be fair, she wasn’t actually leaving for good. But it seemed like Kevin had understood it all upside down, for he thus nuzzled his nose into the crook of her neck and hugged her close as though fearing that she might disappear at any given moment.

She took a deep, shaky breath. Let it out slowly through her teeth, “I’m not going anywhere, Kev.” 

She felt him pause, “why are you all packed then?” 

“I’m just going to visit my mom for the weekend.” 

Another pause. Then: 

“Oh.” 

Silence. 

“Oh. Fuck.” 

Laughter bubbled straight out of Y/N’s lips the moment Kevin lurched back to gaze at her with wide-eyed panic reminiscent to that of a young deer in the headlights. He was just too adorable for his own good and while she pitied the fact that Eric had merely dramatized the situation of her leaving, she was grateful. Kevin would never have acted so impulsively if he wasn’t desperate.

And now, she knew that these feelings were actually reciprocated.

“Stop,” Kevin brought her back, pecking at a spot right underneath her jaw as she kept on laughing, “stop laughing. It’s not funny!” 

“Oh my-- Oh my god. You thought I was leaving for good, weren’t you?” Y/N tried, and failed, numerous times to force the laughter down though it was proving to be quite difficult. 

Her heart felt so much lighter than just a few minutes ago. It was soaring through clouds, literally floating up to the heavens in happiness.

“I got scared okay?!” Kevin prodded at her tummy, face dropping into a pout, “I thought you were never going to come back because of--because of what happened.” 

“I’m not that dramatic.” 

“I know, I’m usually the drama queen.” 

“So,” a teasing smile lifted at the corners of Y/N’s lips. Her eyes narrowed towards his, mischief dancing in her eyes, “you love me, do you?” 

“You’re never going to let me hear the end of it, are you?” 

“Nope,” she singsonged, “it’s too adorable to forget.” 

“Hmph,” Kevin groaned slightly and she shivered at the contact of his lips against her collarbone. He lifted his head to kiss her cheek softly, mouth traveling over to land on her lips then, “as long as I get a girlfriend out of it, I’m okay with that.” 

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Special thanks and much love to my beta readers @energievie @thebiggestnaturaldisaster @god-of-narcissism @haniawritesthings they were a Delight to work with and my story was very much improved 💕💕💕💕💕

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Warnings: Trichotillomania, emotional hurt/comfort (please let me know if I should tag anything else)

It was still unbelievable. It had been four months and Andy still couldn't believe Quynh was back with her. Most of the time when she had to remind herself this was real, that she wasn't only dreaming, she would have to find Quynh and tell her again how much she loved her. This time, as she mulled over the miracle of Quynh's return in her mind, she only needed to whisper it in her ear.

"I love you." Andy murmured, stroking Quynh's hair.

Quynh was already half-asleep but she still smiled and managed to mumble it back.

Quynh was still getting used to the twenty-first century. She loved the modern conveniences and how simple many things had become, her favorites being a toss-up between showers and how easy it can be to make food, but everything was so new and different it was still a lot to process, still a lot she needed to catch up on. She would excuse herself from the group frequently, still feeling the need to rest a lot. This meant ample time for cuddles and Andy was not complaining.

Andy continued to stroke her hair as the two of them drifted off. She was surprised when her hand ran across a smooth patch on the back of her head. She ran her hand over it again, wondering what it could be. It was covered by the rest of her long hair. She tried to look but couldn't with how Quynh was laying on top of her. She shrugged it off, since it hadn't been bothering Quynh enough to mention it and quickly joined her love in slumber.

Quynh woke up early that morning to make coffee and brought it back to Andy. She sat quietly, waiting for Andy to open her eyes, letting the smell slowly wake her up. Of course if you asked Andy she would argue that with all the sugar and cream Quynh added it couldn't even be called coffee.

Andy looked up at her and smiled a half smile letting her eyes drift closed for a few more moments before she stretched and sat up. She took her cup, taking in a long slow breath to smell the wonderful aroma and then let it out in a contented sigh. "Did you sleep well?" It had become something of a habit to ask Quynh how she'd slept. Andy tried everyday to ease the pain in Quynh's heart, but she couldn't chase away all of her nightmares. It was her way of gauging what pace to set for the day.

Quynh took a sip of her coffee. "It was alright. I slept most of the night and this time it actually feels like I did." She gave Andy a soft smile.

Andy smiled back. "I'm glad to hear it." She then set her cup down. "Can I fix your hair for you?" She never tired of brushing and fixing Quynh's hair, but she was also thinking about the spot she'd found last night.

Quynh didn't need to be asked twice, nodding happily and moving to the edge of the bed so it would be easier to sit without putting her drink down.

Andy grabbed a brush and an elastic and started gently working the knots out.

"Will you tell me a story?" Quynh asked sweetly. She loved hearing about all the things Andy had done while she was gone and Andy had a way of making her feel almost as if she was there too.

"Anything in particular?"

"Something nice."

Andy racked her brain for something light and smiled when she thought of just the right story to tell.

"I was the first person to introduce Joe and Nicky to skydiving. It's an amazing rush and I've been hooked since the first time I did it, I'll have to take you one of these days. I did it often enough that I got some training and became certified to jump with someone strapped to me. Naturally, I picked Joe to go with me and Nicky was strapped to another dive instructor. They weren't really scared, I mean, with everything we've been through we've all jumped from things under worse circumstances but the first time is always intimidating. I told him I would jump on three and the noise that came out of his mouth when I jumped on one is going to be something I cherish forever. Thought he might kill me when we landed because I pretended the chute was broken and only pulled it at the last second. Told him to come up with a cover story while we plummeted for why we weren't dead and everything. I don't think he fully believed me but he was still mad." Andy was laughing too hard at the memory to keep fixing Quynh's hair and had to take several deep breaths before she could continue.

Quynh was laughing too, how could she not when Andy's was so contagious?

That was another thing that surprised Andy. Her laugh came so much easier now that Quynh was back. Sure, she had laughed and joked with the guys plenty of times but she felt so free now, so unburdened and her laughter showed it.

Andy began fixing her hair once more and rediscovered the spot, parting her hair to get a good look at it. She frowned, slightly when she saw that it was actually two spots, both about the size of a dime, though not perfectly round. "Does this hurt?" Andy asked, gently running her fingers over the spots.

Quynh seemed surprised. "No, I don't feel anything. Why?" She reached her own hand back to feel where Andy had touched.

"There's just some hair missing but it's small and if it doesn't hurt I'm sure it's nothing."

Quynh shrugged. "Yeah, it's probably nothing."

Andy finished braiding her hair, giving it a playful tug to signal she was done.

*****

A few days had passed and Andy was still thinking about the spots on Quynh's head. She didn't know how concerned she should be since Quynh didn't seem concerned herself and she didn't want to overreact to nothing, so she didn't bring it up again.

It was a quiet day around the house. Joe and Nicky had gone for a hike, Nile and Booker were checking out the farmers' market and she and Quynh were relaxing at the safehouse.

Quynh had the TV on, watching some murder mystery show. Andy had missed the whole beginning despite Quynh's attempts to wait for her, so instead she was working on fixing the wobbly side table.

At a particularly intense scene she looked over to see Quynh's reaction and noticed she was messing with her hair right where she had seen the bald spot. "Does it itch?"

"Hmm?" Quynh put her hand in her lap and looked at Andy, confusion written on her face. "Does what itch?"

"It looked like you were scratching the spot I found the other night." Andy gestured to her own hair as a reminder.

"Oh no, it doesn't itch."

Quynh got sucked back into her show and didn't say anything else about it, so Andy went back to fixing the table.

*****

The next time Andy noticed Quynh messing with her hair was when she took her to a very busy mall. Sometimes she still struggled with the hustle and bustle of twenty-first century life. Andy had made sure she actually wanted to come and wasn't just doing it for her sake and Quynh had insisted she would be alright.

Quynh was not alright, though, it was too loud, there were too many smells and too many people. She should have taken up Andy's other offer to go for a bike ride instead.

Andy was holding her hand, taking great care not to get separated and add more unnecessary stress on top of what her love was already experiencing. She knew Quynh was trying to put herself out there, being the fearless spirit that she was but Andy also knew it was overwhelming and she was still healing emotionally and mentally from being isolated for so long. Andy tried to get her to take things easy but Quynh refused. She wanted to feel like she fit into these times now, not in a few months or even worse, years. Andy both admired her for it and worried about her. Most days she wasn't sure which emotion was stronger. In the end, she always let Quynh set her own pace.

"We can leave anytime you want." Andy reassured her, pulling her in close and linking their arms together, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

Quynh smiled gratefully but ultimately shook her head. "I want to try that ice cream you've been talking about."

Andy chuckled at her undying love of sweets. "Alright, it's right this way."

Andy noticed when Quynh was trying to pick a flavor that her hand went to the back of her head again. She found herself wondering why that spot in particular if it didn't hurt or itch? She made a mental note to check on it again.

They enjoyed their ice cream and bought some new clothes, then went back to the safehouse. Booker and Nile had dinner ready for everyone and they all had a good time catching up on everyone's day.

When they retired to their room after helping with dishes, Andy asked. "Can I braid your hair before bed?"

Quynh looked about ready to fall asleep as soon as where head hit the pillow but it had been a while since Andy had done her hair and after such a long day it was an offer she couldn't refuse. She hummed her agreement and they both sat cross-legged on the bed.

Andy carefully brushed her hair but before she began braiding it she checked the spots again. To her dismay they were bigger and there were a few more spots near them. She looked more closely and could see that some of the hair was starting to grow back but it was so short you couldn't even grasp it yet.

Quynh was too tired to notice Andy had stopped, so she finished braiding her hair, wondering the whole time what was going on. She knew Quynh was still healing, she had watched a paper cut heal just this afternoon.

After Quynh had fallen asleep, her head resting comfortably on Andy's shoulder and one of her legs thrown over her, Andy decided to see if the Internet had any suggestions for the hair loss. She hated using her phone for anything other than talking into it but it was a practical way of getting information.

She saw plenty of reasons why someone could be losing their hair and it was a little tricky factoring in their healing abilities. Trichotillomania kept coming up and it seemed to fit. Usually caused by stress, PTSD or anxiety. Andy knew just how much Quynh was suffering from all three of those despite trying to hide it. She decided she would keep a closer eye on her to see if she could tell whether or not Quynh was doing this to herself.

*****

A few days after that night Quynh wanted to go with Nile and help with the grocery shopping.

Andy double-checked that Quynh was sure about going out again but she insisted it would be fun, even telling Andy she could stay home and relax if she wanted.

Of course, that was the last thing Andy wanted to do.

Driving there Andy watched Quynh out of the corner of her eye and noticed her hand going back to that spot. Andy felt her heart break a little when she saw that Quynh had plucked a piece of hair from her head. In that moment she desperately wished she could take all of her troubles away with just the sweep of her hand or a gentle word but healing always takes time. Andy decided to simply place her hand on Quynh's knee and give it a gentle squeeze. She smiled when Quynh used both of her hands to cover Andy's.

*****

Andy continued watching Quynh. She was waiting for the right moment to sit down and talk to her about what she thought was going on but she was also trying to figure out if there were specific times Quynh was pulling so that she could find a kind way to distract her. She was worried it would only stress Quynh out more if she talked about it.

"Can I fix your hair before bed?" Andy asked one night. She felt like they could both use a little help with unwinding.

"That's ok, I can do it." Quynh answered.

Andy nearly got whiplash from turning to look at Quynh so fast. "What?"

Quynh shrugged like it was nothing. "I can do it."

Andy just stared at her. Of course there were plenty of nights when Quynh would braid her own hair, even a handful of nights when Quynh had told her no, for one reason or another but Andy instantly knew this was different.

Still it had been a long day, so she kept her voice light and teasing as she said. "I know you can do it but don't you want me to?"

"Tonight I'll do it."

Andy didn't miss the guilty look that passed over Quynh's face, and Quynh knew it. She looked anywhere but in Andy's eyes and quickly started braiding her own hair.

Andy walked over to her, gently covering Quynh's hands with her own to still them. "Quynh, what's going on?" She asked softly.

Quynh still wouldn't meet her eyes, instead looking down at the carpet. "Nothi... Wha-?" She tried to say Nothing, silly, to ask her Whatever do you mean? But she couldn't lie to Andy, she wouldn't, but she also didn't have the heart to tell Andy what was going on, she didn't want her to worry. Instead she squeezed her eyes shut and just stood there.

Andy tugged lightly on her hand, leading her to their bed and Quynh followed, she would always follow Andy.

"Hey, hey it's alright, Quynh. You can relax, I've got you." Andy murmured as they sat down and Andy gathered her into her arms, laying Quynh's head over her heart, kissing the top of her head and then resting her cheek on it.

"Please, Quynh. Please talk to me." Andy pleaded as the silence stretched between them. She couldn't stand the thought of Quynh feeling like she couldn't talk to her, like she needed to hide anything from her.

Quynh couldn't refuse, not when Andy held her like she was scared of losing her again. "I..." She trailed off with a shuddering breath and then started again. "I don't want you to see how much hair I've lost. Because... It's me. I'm the one causing it. I... I keep pulling out my own hair and I don't know why and I don't know why I can't stop."

Andy felt Quynh's tear land on her arm and realized she had waited too long before talking about this. She hadn't thought Quynh would feel the need to hide this and carry it on her own. "Oh my heart, I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry, I should have talked to you earlier about this. I think you have something called Trichotillomania and it's when people pull their hair because of stress and anxiety. It's compulsive, you'll hardly realize you're doing it, but a lot of people have it, you're not the first."

"There are other people who do this? So many it has a name?"

"Yes and considering everything you've been through..." Andy's arms tightened protectively around her. "Well, I count myself the luckiest person alive just for having you back with me."

Quynh pondered her words and when she spoke it was barely a whisper. "But what if I pull it all out? I know how much you love my long hair, how much you enjoy braiding it."

Now it was Andy who had to squeeze her eyes shut to keep the tears at bay so they could keep talking. "Oh, Quynh, I hope you know that nothing will ever stop me from loving you and wanting to take care of you."

"I know, Andy, I do."

Andy believed what she said, but she had to make sure there wasn't a shred of doubt in Quynh's mind. She tilted Quynh's head back and kissed her soft lips, tasting the salty tears. She kissed her long and slow and Quynh kissed her right back.

"I love you, Quynh. You could have no hair, no limbs, your face scarred beyond recognition and I would still love you because those things don't define you, those are not what I fell in love with a millennia ago."

Andy saw her eyes relax some but not completely, so she kept talking. "I fell in love with your brave spirit that never puts up with cruelty, I fell in love with the way you laugh at every bad joke you've ever heard, I fell in love with the way you fight for what you believe in. Everything that makes you you, Quynh, that's what I'm in love with."

Now Quynh was crying even harder. She wrapped her arms around Andy's neck and sobbed into her shoulder.

Andy held her tight, slowly rubbing Quynh's back just the way she liked and she cried too.

They stayed like that for a long time, until both of them felt like they had cried out every tear they had.

"Hey, how about I get us some water? Are you as parched as I am?" Andy asked, placing a kiss to Quynh's neck.

Quynh nodded her head and squeezed Andy's hand, returning a kiss to Andy's temple.

She came back with two cups of water and they both drank them down quickly. "More?" She asked, taking the cup from Quynh.

Quynh shook her head. "No, thank you."

Andy put the cups on the floor and crawled back in bed, gathering Quynh close to her once more. They were both completely exhausted.

"I love you." Quynh whispered.

Andy nuzzled her neck. "I love you too."

*****

Quynh was up before Andy and went to make coffee and start the day.

Andy was awake when she came back into their room. "How are you feeling?"

Quynh shrugged. "Tired. Worn out." She handed Andy her coffee.

"You could have stayed in bed with me." Andy tugged playfully on her pajama shirt.

"I like bringing you coffee in bed, it makes your eyes light up."

"Oh, it's not the coffee that makes my eyes light up." Andy leaned forward and gave Quynh a kiss.

They fell silent drinking their coffee and staring out the window at nothing in particular.

Quynh cleared her throat, breaking the silence. "I got up early to look into Trichotillomania." She said it quietly, as if she almost sounded guilty about it.

Andy's eyes softened. She moved so they were sitting side by side and took her hand. "You are not alone in this, my heart. Please don't forget that."

Quynh laid her head on Andy's shoulder and stroked the back of her hand with her thumb. "I know, I know you're here for me. I just wanted to look for myself while the house was still quiet and everyone was asleep."

"And?" Andy felt like she wanted to continue.

"While I'm getting used to everything." She vaguely gestured." To being back, to adjusting to the twenty first century, I... I think I would like to shave my head. I can't stand the thought of pulling it all out, and even if I start to pull from somewhere else it should be better than this." She paused, tracing the rim of her mug with her thumb. "Then when I'm more adjusted to this new world I can try growing it out and work on getting help." She held her breath, waiting to see what Andy would say.

Andy kissed her forehead. "I have clippers with me, whenever you're ready. May I do the honors?"

Quynh let out the air she'd been holding. "Thank you, my love. Thank you for understanding, of course I'll let you do it."

"There's nothing to understand. I've been wondering what you would look like with a new do anyway. I think it will look incredibly chic and sexy."

Quynh actually laughed at the way Andy wiggled her eyebrows when she said that and it warmed Andy's heart so much she thought she might burst.

"I'm ready now, let's do it this morning." Quynh said with confidence.

Andy jumped up and grabbed the clippers from the drawer she kept them in. "How short do you want to go? Do you want to see skin? No skin?"

Quynh cocked her head to the side. "You pick, just make it short."

Andy placed a hand dramatically to her heart. "Your trust in me is touching."

Quynh grinned. "Drama queen."

They headed out to the kitchen and Andy began to set up just as Nile and Joe emerged from their rooms looking barely awake. Nicky was already in the kitchen making omelets for everyone.

"What's going on?" Nile asked, looking skeptically between the two of them.

"Quynh's getting a haircut." Andy flicked the clippers on and off once for emphasis.

"She's letting you do it?" Nile asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Hey, I can cut hair."

"Hmm, I'll have to see it to believe it."

"She's cut all of our hair before but she's not allowed to touch Joe's anymore." Nicky chimed in.

"Why can't she cut Joe's?" Quynh asked.

"She gave him a terrible mohawk and then hid the clippers so we had to wait days before we could fix it." Nicky explained. "I haven't let her touch his curls since."

Andy threw her head back and laughed. "He deserved it."

"I did not!" Joe interjected.

"He ate my baklava and didn't even buy me more." Andy explained.

"It wasn't me, that was Booker!"

"Booker didn't do it. I knew instantly you were lying."

Joe grumbled something about her having no proof.

Nile looked around. "Is he still in bed?"

"Most likely, I think he stayed up late watching movies." Nicky said.

"Sorry, my heart, for the delay, I'm ready now." Andy patted the chair and Quynh sat down.

"Hmm, I don't know, I think they've changed my mind about letting you do it." Quynh teased.

"Turning my own wife against me." Andy shook her head.

Nile rolled her eyes. "As if."

Quynh only laughed.

Andy studied her assortment of clips before selecting the number two. "It's gonna be short." She warned Quynh.

"I'm ready."

"A buzz? Oooh, that's exciting, Quynh!" Nile moved chairs so she could easily watch Andy work.

Andy turned the clippers on, took a breath and made the first cut. She worked the clippers around Quynh's head and made sure it was perfectly even before turning them off and admiring her handy work.

"I love it." Andy said, running her hand over the top of Quynh's head feeling how different it was compared to what she was used to. She had to resist the urge to kiss it until after Quynh could wash it and make sure all the little hairs were gone.

Quynh ran her hands over it. "It feels so weird."

"Good weird or bad weird?" Andy asked.

"It's good." Quynh reassured her.

"Wow, Quynh, you pull it off so well! It makes you look very elegant." Nile said.

Joe and Nicky chimed in with their love for the new look.

"I'm gonna go look at it." Quynh said.

"Wait." Andy said, causing her to pause. "You said you trust me?"

Quynh eyed her, trying to figure out what she had up her sleeve but answered immediately. "Yes."

"I'm gonna add something, alright? A finishing touch I think you'll like."

Quynh nodded and settled back in the chair.

Andy picked up the trimmers and got to work.

Nile came up behind her to watch what she was making. "Aww." She exclaimed once she realized what Andy was doing.

Quynh smiled but didn't say anything, waiting patiently.

"Done. This time for real. Go look, my love." Andy kissed Quynh's cheek.

Quynh ran to the mirror to see and was surprised by how much she liked the shaved look. Then she turned her head so she could see what Andy did to the side and saw she had shaved a heart just above her ear.

She ran back out to the kitchen, flinging her arms around Andy to give her a crushing and urgent kiss.

Quynh knew she had a lot of healing left to do, that none of it would be easy but if her heart remained by her side, she knew they could face anything.

[obx-writings]

That Night - Pt 1

Request: Hey can I request a jj fic where y/n doesn’t want to do sex/touching stuff with jj because of a past she has. When she gets uncomfortable around it multiple times he thinks she’s not really in love with him or that she’s cheating. At a kegger, topper comes up to y/n when she’s alone and flirts with her and touches her arm. He tries to get her to go some place else but she doesn’t want to. Jj comes in and punches topper and they fight. Topper exposes y/n and says that they already had sex before, but it wasn’t just sex it was rape. Y/n doesn’t want to talk to anyone again, but jj comforts her and says it doesn’t define her.

AN: So I decided to make this into two parts, since it was just going to be wayyy too long as one. I also understand how heavy this topic is, so I am trying to deal with it with as much care as I can. Please let me know what you all think of this one! Part 2 will either be posted tonight or tomorrow, I have a 14 page paper due today so I gotta focus on that haha!

Warnings: Sexual Assault, Anxiety, Self Doubt, Angst

WC: 1.6K

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You were incredibly happy. You were curled into JJ’s side, head on his chest listening to his heartbeat and feeling the vibrations of his low voice when he spoke. His arm was around your back, playing with the hem of your shirt aimlessly while he talked about the future with you. Ever since you were little, you had been best friends with Sarah Cameron, and when she dumped Topper and started dating John B, you were pulled into the friend group, finally evening the boys and girls ratio. Ugh...Topper. Even the thought of his name left a bitter taste in your mouth. But none of that mattered, that is, until JJ started trailing his fingers down. Your heart started beating faster and your breathing hitched. It was like this everytime. JJ made an advance into the sexual, and you started freaking. He looked down at you, eyes dark and began placing soft kisses to your neck, oblivious to the sudden shift in the air.

“You look so beautiful, Y/N” He breathed in your ear, voice husky with desire. The mere sound of it brought you back to that night and your stomach twisted. It didn’t matter that it was JJ, it didn’t matter that he made you feel safe or loved, you couldn’t differentiate it anymore. You pushed him away and sat up, discomfort evident on your face, but you tried to play it off like you just weren’t in the mood right now.

“Sorry, J, I’m just not feeling well right now.” You ran a hand through your hair and down your face, turning your head to look back at him, his face stoic but hurt in his eyes. HIs lips formed a straight line and he gave you a curt nod of the head before moving to get up. “Where are you going?” Your voice almost broke, shocked he would just get up, but in his defense, this was the sixth time something like this happened.

“I just need to clear my head, but I’ll pick you up tonight for the kegger, kay?” His voice sounded rough, not at all like the sweet tones he was using with you earlier that day. You just nodded your head, and he slipped out of the room. Slowly, the tears began to well up in your eyes and down your cheeks. You laid back down and curled into a ball under the covers, letting the horrid memories of that night flash behind your eyes.

That’s exactly how Kie found you two hours later. She came over to start getting ready with you for the kegger, and walked into the absolute mess that was your brain. You hadn’t moved since JJ left, and your chest felt like it was collapsing.

“Y/N? Y/N, what’s wrong?” Her voice was filled with concern as she sat on the bed and began to stroke your hair.

“Just feeling a little off, JJ left a few hours ago and I don’t know, he seemed mad at me that i didn;t want to have sex with him.” You attempted to play it off as if you hadn’t been crying yourself into oblivion, but your voice broke on every other word. She gave you a look of confusion.

“That doesn;t sound like JJ at all, he adores you, Y/N! I’m sure it’s nothing.” She tried to comfort you but you knew that it was just Kie being Kie.

“It’s just…” You began, but stopped yourself, never wanting anyone to find out what Topper had done 7 months ago. “It’s just, I’ve never had sex before, I’m just nervous, I mean, he’s slept with the entire island, what if I dont live up to his insane expectations.” This was true. You actually had never willingly had sex, and these were fears of yours, which is why it was so easy to lie and say this is why you were upset.

“Y/N, he loves you. Like loves you. Like won’t share a door while freezing to death in the ocean loves you. It’ll be okay, I promise, and it’ll happen when you’re ready. Please don’t let JJ being a slut a year ago ruin how amazing you two are for each other now. He hasn;t even looked at another girl since he met you.” Kie smiled your way, and you actually felt a little better, laughing at her slut comment about your boyfriend. You nodded, and slowly sat up, wiping the tears away. Kie brushed her hand on your face to help you. “Okay, now let’s get ready, we have a party to get to!” She got up and dragged you from bed, pulling you into the bathroom so you could change.

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“She’s fucking someone bro, I know it!” JJ screamed at John B, pulling his hair out in different directions. He had immediately gone to the beach where he knew his best friend would be setting up the keg after leaving the Chateau.

“Bro, Y/N is literally head over heels for you, there’s no way.” John B scoffed at his friend, but gave him a look of sympathy. For JJ to be saying anything like this about you, he had to have been really hurting.

“Then please explain to me the second I touch her, kiss her, try and do anything other than fucking cuddle her she get’s all squirmy and pulls away. She gets so distant dude, it’s like she can’t even look at me.” JJ’s voice broke at the end, and he collapsed in the sand, head in his hands, trying not to let the tears fall. John B walked over to him and put his hand behind his back, rubbing comfortingly.

“Maybe she’s just nervous, I mean she is still a virgin, and you have a pretty extensive list of girls you’ve...y’know?” John B laughed a little, but JJ stayed serious.

“I don’t know bro, but I have to confront her tonight about it. I’m fucking in love with this girl and if she’s with someone else...I just can’t do it dude.” JJ let a tear fall from his eye. That was the first time he’d expressed to anyone that he was in love with you, and the look on John B’s face made that evident.

“Wow...JJ, I really fucking hope you’re wrong dude.” That was all he could say.

“Me too, man...me too.” He trailed off, looking at the water and realizing that the sun was beginning to drop below the horizon. “Shit, it’s getting late, I gotta go and pick her up.” He stood up and held his hand out to John B, silently asking him for the keys to the van. John B tossed them over, and watched as his best friend walked away silently. God he really hoped he was wrong.

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After JJ picked you and Kie up from the Chateau, everyone could instantly feel the tension on the way to the beach. JJ, usually so full of life in the car, sat silently, not even tapping his finger to the radio. Kie just sat in the back, scrolling on her phone and trying to act as normal as possible, while you sat there anxiously. You kept feeling his eyes darting over to you every now again, but you stared out the window, avoiding his gaze. When you finally parked, JJ looked at Kie, silently asking her for a minute alone. SHe looked at the both of you and held her hands up in defense.

“Wasn’t trying to be in the middle of it anyways” She mumbled as she opened the door, slamming it shut behind her as she went to find the guys.

“I’m sorry, about earlier. Really, I just needed some time to think.” JJ said after you both sat in silence for what felt like an hour, but was probably only a few minutes. “I need to ask you something, and it’s not going to be pretty, and you might hate me after even suggesting it, but I need to know, Y/N.” His voice was shaky and your heart broke. “Are you…” His face twisted and he grimaced, the words tasting bitter on his tongue. “Are you...sleeping with anyone else.” He kept his gaze straightforward, not bearing to see the hurt flash in your eyes.

“How could you even think that, J? Of course not!” You were completely taken aback, not expecting his brain to ever go to that place.

“I’m sorry, it’s just, you barely let me touch you, sometimes, I just worry that maybe someone else is doing that for me.” His voice was flat, unrecognizable. You grabbed his hand and squeezed.

“Baby, I've just...never done anything with anyone, I’m scared I wont be good enough for you. I promise that’s it.” You grabbed his face and kissed him softly. He kissed you back, and when you pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry, I just...my head, it just…” You shushed him, telling him it was okay.

“Let’s just go have fun.” You forced a smile, and went to open the door, but he grabbed your arm and you turned to face him.

“I’ll wait, whenever, however long it takes. I’ll wait baby. And you will be more than good enough for me, because...well it’ll be a first for me too.” You looked at him confused, his eyes were unreadable, expressing something you’ve never seen in him before. “I’ve never had sex...with someone I’m in love with before.” You had never smiled so big in your life.

“I’m in love with you too, J.” you breathed, and kissed him hard. She both stayed in the moment, sharing kisses and loving looks, before you decided it was time to make an appearance at the party.

[albino-whumpee]

Mareland 5

Back on my bullshit with the self indulgent series.

CW// Stockholm syndrome, manipulation, creepy whumper, slightly implied dubcon, dub con touch, captivity, non human whumpee, slavery, magic whump, death mention, grief. Ask to tag.

Salarien opened the theater with the ease of mechanical work. Learnt to the point there were no thoughts needed to grab the key, pull down the lever, check the doors, go to the front and unlock the glass door.

Usual mornings outside were crisp and gray, and today was no different. With some people already roaming the streets at the slightest light leaking through the thick roof of clouds. Everything was supposed to be the same when he found that in the other side of the street, maybe fifteen long steps wide, there were people finishing up mounting a box with red paint and golden lettering that said “Adviser for the unfortunate” in swirly, mockingly elegant strokes.

Salarien stayed still watching the box for a while.

As the actual sunlight finally bathed the narrow space to let him see clearly the person sitting inside the box. Salarien backed in a flinch. “It´s a doll” his brain provided spotting the cracks between it´s mouth and the glassy eyes below the thick curly black hair.

Salarien was still staring at it when his Master´s voice ringed on his head.

“There´s a client coming”

The white haired boy´s black ribbon jumped as he turned his hazel eyes from the doll to greet the customer, guiding them inside.

During the day, he found himself staring at the doll everytime he went to the entrance to receive customers. Sometimes waiting for the couples or groups that had asked for a reservation ahead of time.

That was the best moment to see the doll on action.

It moved slightly, elegantly to the people passing by. Trying to invite them to put a coin on the narrow entrance below. Some of them simply ignoring it and some even jumping at the sudden movement and kicking the machine before storming away in curses. The doll seemed unbothered. It was a doll inside a box after all. The box protected it from all the pain.

Sitting still, with a smile forever plastered on its face when nobody used it.

It took until past 3 o´clock to catch it on action.

Beautiful purple light forming as smoke inside the glass box. Wood hands moving around the glass sphere with enticing delicacy and mystery. The third eye on the doll´s face flickering slightly before it puffed it´s chest, inflating non existing lungs before it began explaining something to the person before the box.

Most of them seemed pensive, reflecting and even grateful for whatever words the doll told them before walking away putting the doll back into its unresponsive state of stillness. Others simply began shaking the machine in fury, before the owner ran back to the front to stop them.

Salarien saw the curly brown hair jump as the man who had done that to the doll screamed curses at him, running away from the broom on the man´s hands. Brown eyes nailed on them before he turned to the box and fixed the slight scratches on the sides with a flick of their hand, before looking at him.

Salarien had always been there.

He didn´t remember a time he didn´t wear his tuxedo with a ribbon on his hair. Or a time he hadn´t been his Master´s property. Everyday doing the exact same had allowed him to see the young couple move across the street. Have their children and grow old together as he welcomed customers. The cozy house quickly walled up with buildings and other kind of businesses. By the time the couple´s kid brought home her husband and their “The miscellaneous Artom´s magic shop” had gained enough popularity, it was the founder´s great-great-grandchildren who managed the shop.

Or more easily explained, the man´s parents.

Salarien had seen them all grow and wither, and he certainly didn´t expect that to change anytime soon, but it certainly brought him some joy to see them grow and sometimes even have the children wave at him with a smile. Salarien always waved back below his waist. Terrified his Master would pick up on him doing things that weren´t his duties. But after a little incident in which he had gotten distracted and waved at the black haired owner that time, and saw nothing happened, he knew his Master didn´t care.

In all those generations, the man with the white apron and curly brown hair was the only one who had trotted to talk with him.

Some of them were terrified. Hearing stories of the white haired in tuxedo who never aged and their grandparents talked about too. Immortality was rarely achieved between mages, and the receiver of a theater didn´t make it seem like he was a high exponent of magic. Or so Salarien thought.

“It´s your face” the young man had said once, biting on a peach Salarien couldn´t eat, but kept on his pocket to give his Master later. It kind of pained him as Arlo had been excited to bring two for him to eat. Proud he had grown them himself with magic. “Grannie never stopped saying your face was similar to a ancient magician. He never made anything important anyways, but he wrote a lot of books we run out of stock every week. Probably just her being senile tho´. Don´t mind it”

“What is that magician´s name, Arlo?” he had insisted. Arlo eyeing him from the wall he was leaning on before looking back at the shop.

“Merlin Atkins” The young man whispered. “Rings a bell?”

Salarien shook his head, touching the tender peach´s skin. Feeling it under his fingerprints and looking at it with something close with hunger, but he knew better than that. He heard Arlo groan.

“Man it would´ve been so great if you knew him! So spooky! I would have an great story to scare my kids with! Just would have to start at night and then walk them here with you on full costume so on my signal you would just “BAH!” them you know?” He ranted, making the white haired smile. Genuinely a smile his Master didn´t force to get clients. Talking of which…

“Be welcomed to Mare Land, shall we get started on your adventure?” Salarien said in that refined bow Arlo wondered all the time how he wouldn´t crack his back after he did it that much. He pulled away from the brick wall and walked back to his store.

“See you around, Salarien!” he howled before a woman emerged from the window, his mother, and began shouting he didn´t get close to the theatre before he entered the store with a sigh.

Salarien on his part smiled to himself as he saw the delight on his Master´s face as he ate the peach. Even earned him a night sleeping next to him on the bed for bringing a present.

Back to the present, Salarien had then greeted Arlo the way a friend would. Not further thoughts as Arlo´s attention had shifted to pulling up his one year old toddler who ran out of the store. A mess of cherry blond curls and brown eyes babbling on her blue little dress for her father to hold her. The mother had been a precious client before sickness took her and Salarien had had to hold himself of doing something stupid like trying to walk out of the store when he didn´t see Arlo coming out in months.

He seemed to be recovering as he waved at him and pointed at the box with the doll with a frown. Waiting for him to shrug before pulling his lips up. Tired eyes with bags underneath, showing wrinkles on the sides. Slowly walking inside with the toddler on his arms facing Salarien before disappearing behind the chime of a bell.

It would be another generation he would see grow in front of him.

He stared at the doll for a moment. Longer than he had done in the whole day. Seeing the sunset tainting it on pretty colors as the lights inside flickered slightly when they were switched on.

The way it was only responsive until someone came, the way it went still and silent when there was nobody to please…it vaguely reminded him of himself.

The doll his Master had kept on a much larger box.

Forever a smile on his face whether he was being used or not. Only able to rest when he slept dreamless nights. To wake up and continue doing the routine he was made to perform.

That night, he closed the front doors to a bag of peaches and a note. From Arlo and Sally, his daughter. He couldn´t cry so he had limited himself to say thank you like a broken record, when the mother told him what her name would be.

He kept the note inside the bag and when he was carefully giving it to his Master Rogue allowed him to keep it. He had bowed and given a kiss on their fingertips as a thank you for such kindness before he slipped off the bed and folded the note to put it below his mat on the floor. Next to other little letters Arlo had sent him, right next to the little real presents his Master gave him sometimes. Like the pretty seashell and the tiger rocks he kept on a wood carved chest.

When his Master pulled him next to them and Salarien found his way to lay his head over their chest, he didn´t expect them to pull a coat over his shoulders.

“For you” Salarien heard them purr on their ear, their breath carrying the sweet smell of peach as they felt the soft fabric against his skin. He hadn´t been allowed to smile, so he simply snuggled closer. Putting their leg between his Master´s like they liked so much. A hand over their waist as he felt them rub little circles over his shoulder.

He might be a doll inside a box that pleases its Master, but the difference was the doll in the box outside of Arlo´s store didn´t feel joy for pleasing him. It couldn´t feel the warmth of his Master´s present when it slept on the mat on the floor, chained to the wall again. Or how good it felt to be touched and praised for never daring stepping out of its cage.

Doing what its owner dutifully had trusted him with, no questions asked, was Salarien´s one and only goal.

[adaodinson]

Would she?

Here´s the fourth and final part of this story, it’s a bit shorter that the others but I think it’s okay. I´m sorry it took me a bit longer to upload it, I was having exams and didn´t have time. I´m happy about this ending.

In the story there is a song that´s in Spanish, but I put it in English directly, it is still beautiful. If you speak Spanish I recommend it, it´s called La cosa más bella by Eros Ramazzotti.

Relationship: Marcus Moreno x Fem Mexican reader (it is in English and most of the dialogues are too, her being Mexican is more about the story).

Summary: Missy is tired, even Miracle Guy is tired, so instead of waiting, they take matters into their own hands.

Warnings: Age gap, reader is Mexican, a bit of swearing.

Part 4

Today, today was the day you would ask Marcus on a date. After all, he liked you enough to have kissed you, you knew that. Then, why the hell were you so freaking nervous? You had been trying for a week to ask him out and you were always either interrupted, or you chickened out. You had also been waiting for him to take that step, but he was just as nervous as you were. The both of you had been feeling like teenagers since you met each other, but it all grew after the kiss you shared.

Missy had been in the middle of everything. She was really getting tired of your bullshit. She had seen both her father and neighbor practice in front of the mirror how to ask the other out, and it was getting more and more frustrating.

The girl reached her limit one day that you went to pick her up at the Heroics building, you were taking her home because Marcus had to go to a mission. As the fool he was, her father insisted on waiting for you with Missy, and she actually thought he was finally gonna say something, but what happened made her scream to her pillow the second she got home.

It was a pretty hot day, so you were wearing a short-sleeve shirt and a couple of loose pants that happened to highlight your ass amazingly (of course this Missy didn´t notice like her father did). As you walked from your car to the pair, you dropped your keys and bent over to pick them up. On that second Marcus´ words disappeared. He wasn´t the type to care at all about the physical aspect of the people he felt attracted to, of course there were things that drove him crazy, but they were never “necessary” for him to be with someone. The thing with you was, that you had everything he had ever dreamed of, physically, spiritually, mentally, just everything, and that happened to include your ass.

You genuinely didn´t notice his reaction, you were too busy looking at his own ass. He was standing next to Missy, she was facing you but he was facing his side, as if he wanted to look at you and make sure his daughter wouldn´t notice. The pair of black jeans he was wearing fit him perfectly and you wanted time to freeze just so that you could stare for as long as you wanted to.

Both of you tried to erase those thoughts, but it was impossible. The thing that upset Missy so much was that, the whole time you two were together you were occasionally looking into each other´s eyes, immediately looked away, blushed like crazy and repeated. Not one word was said by either of you and the romantic tension between you was so big, even a lady that was walking by started laughing at the scene. The lady and Miracle Guy.

He had met you before, he liked you. He really thought you would be great for Marcus and so did the rest of the Heroics, but they also knew how weird Marcus was when it came to this type of things, so after that particular scene, him and Missy created a plan to get you two together.

You woke up from your afternoon nap by the sound of your ringing phone. You quickly stood up and felt yourself get dizzy by the action. You walked over to where your phone was and checked it, it was Missy.

-Hey, listen, I need your help- she said with a worried tone. All the sleepiness you had disappeared.

-What happened? Are you okay?- you asked worried.

-Yes, yes, I´m fine, I just have a small problem. My period just started and I forgot to pack pads so my jeans are stained. Do you think you could go to my house and bring me a new pair? I´m in the Heroics´ building in the bathrooms next to the main training room-

-Yes, of course, don´t worry, I´m on my way- You said and hung up. You questioned if the Heroics would have extra jeans, you thought they would, but if Missy felt uncomfortable asking someone from there knowing she would have to explain why she needed them, you weren´t one to question her.

You drove fast, not wanting to leave her waiting for too long stuck in the bathroom. The moment you arrived you went looking for the training room. Some of the guards there knew you from the other times you went to pick Missy up, so there was no problem.

You bumped into Miracle Guy, and after saying hi you asked him where that specific room was, saying you needed to talk to Missy and she had told you she was there. He walked you over to the place you were looking for and happened to find Marcus on the way. He seemed a bit nervous and was carrying a bag of something, so you immediately thought Missy had probably asked him to get her some stuff too, or you were too lost in his eyes to really question the girl´s reasons.

-Missy?- You asked. He just nodded.

Miracle Guy smiled for himself, but neither of you noticed. You both walked into the room and immediately heard someone locking the door behind you causing you two to turn your face to said door, not noticing what was behind you.

-Wait, this isn´t a bathroom, what´s going on?- You spoke out loud to no one in particular. Marcus just looked at you with a confused gaze.

-No, this isn´t a bathroom- He said in between giggles- But I do wonder what´s going on.

Shortly after, you jumped at a voice that came out of nowhere.

-Listen you two, Marcus you were told Missy was here at the office -Miracle Guy said your name- you were told Missy needed you at the bathroom-

You looked at each other and saw the same lost look in the other one´s eyes. That was when you saw it. Your jaw dropped at the sight of what was behind you. You couldn´t believe it.

-It will take forever for you to accept how you feel about each other- now it was Missy speaking- so, we are just showing that you do share your feelings.

Now it was Marcus´ turn to look around and freeze. In the middle of what was supposed to be an office, there was a small squared table with two chairs, candles, white rose petals (Missy knew you didn´t like red roses), two covered plates, a CD player with the music you both loved ready to be played and a smaller plate in the middle of the table.

You felt your heart jump in both excitement and fear. You didn´t want to look at Marcus and see disgust or disappointment, but you forced yourself to look for his face and what you saw was the look someone gives to the most precious thing they have ever seen, and he was looking at you. His beautiful brown eyes were staring at you with such a love you never imagined possible, and to your surprise, you didn´t even have to command your brain to do the same thing, you were already looking at him just like that.

He slowly walked over to the table, his eyes never leaving yours. He opened one of the chairs for you and once you were seated, he chose a CD and played it. When you realized what song he had chosen you felt tears running down your cheeks, and before he could seat down himself, you took his hand and led him to the middle of the room, asking with your eyes for a dance.

I don't know how we started, the story that has no end, or how you came to be the woman I asked for all my life. With you what´s needed is passion, and a touch of poetry, and wisdom because I work with fantasies. And if I can tell you that there will never be anything more beautiful than you, something more beautiful than you, unique as you are, immense when you want, thank you for existing.

You danced to the slow beat, both of you singing the song softly while staring into each other´s eyes. You had never been this happy, once more you felt tears running down your cheeks, and even saw one racing down Marcus´ face.

At the same time, you both got closer and in the blink of an eye, your lips were perfectly connected. Your breaths mixed once again and became one. You felt his strong big hands holding your waist, and you settled your own on his broad shoulders. It wasn´t needy, or fast, it was everything you needed. You could have stayed like that forever, feeling his soft lips covering yours and then returning him the favor. You kept kissing as you danced until you were out of breath. He pressed his nose against yours and the two of you had the biggest smiles the world had ever seen. You wanted to stay like this, in his arms. He wanted to stay like this, with you. It was perfect, just perfect. Not even your wildest dreams could compare to this moment, and the more you thought about it the wider your smile got. This isn´t a dream, not anymore.

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Charles Smith X F.Reader: The cry of his dove

(pictures found on pinterest. Charles picture is mine 😋)

Good day 🌻 I hope you are all doing fine 🖤 I hope you will enjoy this story with Charles Smith. Special thanks to @fangirl-ramblings​ 🖤

Warning: hurt / comfort, angst, but also fluff

Please excuse my mistakes. English isn’t my native language

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The cry of his dove

"I will be back soon." "I hope you will bring a big deer for Mister Pearson's pot!" You grinned cheekily as you said that, and you gave Charles a gentle kiss on his soft lips. The young man smiled, holding his arms gently around your waist as he looked into your eyes. You were in a relationship since five months, and you both were very happy together.  "I will do my best." He gave you one last kiss before withdrawing from the embrace and leaving the camp with Arthur. With a satisfied sigh, you went back to your daily work. Together with Tilly, you sewed a few torn items of clothing. "Oh, damn it! I can't see the eye!" You tried to push the thread through the eye of the needle, but you always failed. "Let me help you," said Tilly, taking the needle and the yarn from your hand. Tilly immediately managed to pull the thread through the opening, and you thanked her after she handed it over to you. "Hmm, very strange", you murmured. Sewing was very difficult for you today, although you were very good at it. Tilly hadn't missed that either. "You should stop reading at night, Y/N! The dim light will only damage your eyes!" You sighed softly, nodded to the young woman. You knew that reading at night was not healthy for the eyes, especially if the letters were written very small. But you loved reading books very much, and you didn't want to rest until you have fed your brain with new knowledge. "I know that, but I don't have time to read during the day. There's always something to do in camp. So, I only have time for my books at night." Tilly suddenly smiled, looking at you with a teasing grin. "Mister Smith needs to change that urgently! He sure knows what to do, Y/N!" You laughed softly when Tilly said that, shaking your head. "Tilly!"

When evening came, Charles and Arthur returned from their successful hunt. You were lying on the soft fur in your tent, reading a book. When you heard Charles' voice, you smiled and closed the book, placing your fingers between the pages, so that you could remember where to read on. Before you could leave your tent, Charles had already come into it and with a loving smile, he greeted you. "Hello, dove." "Hey." You rose from your spot with the book in your hand. You hugged your darling, looking up at him. Charles sighed in satisfaction when he was finally able to hold your delicate body in his strong arms. The young man covered your face with gentle kisses, and with a happy smile on your lips, you enjoyed every single kiss. Charles was a very tender man, and yet he was so strong, and powerful. "Did you had a nice day, my dove?" You nodded as you gently stroked his cheek. "Yes. It was exhausting but still nice. And you and Arthur? Have you been successful?" Charles smiled. He had kept his promise and brought the biggest deer he could find. "There will be enough meat for the next few days!" You didn't expect anything else from Arthur and Charles. The two were excellent hunters. "What are you reading there?" Charles noticed the book in your hand. You opened the book again and showed it the contents. "About ancient Greece." Charles looked at the book with interest, but the dim light in the tent made it difficult to read. "Oh, I think I will take a look on it tomorrow. The light here is far too bad." You nodded, and you had to admit this light wasn´t a good source. You would take a break for today since your eyes felt very tired, and they even hurt. You closed them for a moment, sighing softly. "I should stop reading at night." Charles agreed with you. The young man had intended to draw your attention to this before. However, he had hesitated because he didn´t want to take away the joy of reading from you. "You know Charles, there is something else we can do tonight", you said with a seductive smile on your lips as you wrapped your arms around his broad neck. Charles placed his hands on your hips, raised an eyebrow, and looked at you with a curious expression. "Is that so?" "Yes," you whispered on his lips, looking into his beautiful eyes. "Something that will give us a lot of pleasure." Your hand slid gently over his chest, and you closed your eyes for a moment when you felt his warm breath on your lips. "Sounds good, my beautiful dove." You sighed softly while he kissed you, feeling that pleasant tingling sensation between your legs. His strong yet so soft hands moved over your hips, and when you deepened the kiss, he was the one who moaned lustfully. But first of all, he wanted to freshen up. The hunting had made him sweat a lot. It was hard for him to part with your sweet lips right now, since his body had already reacted to your tenderness and your beautiful curves. "I'm sweaty, dove. Just give me ten minutes." "Okay," you whispered, smiling lovingly. "It won't take long," whispered Charles as he took your hand, kissing your fingers. Then he left the tent, and you waited impatiently for Charles. You were looking forward to making love with him tonight...

Three days later, you noticed that your eyes hurt more and more. Now you also had a headache, which was beginning to worry you. You also felt that your view was especially weak today. What was going on here? "Charles?" The whole thing worried you, and you decided to search for Charles. If you weren't feeling well, his closeness and his calm nature always helped you to feel better. Charles was chopping the wood, splintering it with little effort. "Charles?" When the young man heard your voice, he stopped working and turned his head to you. He put the ax on the ground when he saw that worried expression on your face. "Hey, what is wrong, my dove?" "I don't know, Charles. My eyes have been hurting since a few days, I have a headache, and I see everything a little blurry today." Of course, hearing that wasn't nice for Charles either, and he starts to get worried about you. He cupped your cheeks softly, stroking your skin with his thumbs while looking into your eyes. "Maybe we should visit a doctor? He will take a closer!" 

You nodded. "Yes, that's why I came to you. I don't want to go to town alone." You had to admit that you were afraid of what the doctor would tell you. You needed Charles by your side, and without hesitation, he agreed. "Of course." Charles led you to the horses and asked you, if he should take you into town with Taima. You thought this was a good idea since you couldn't ride alone at the moment. After Charles sat on Taima, he helped you to get on his horse. "When did these ailments start, Y/N?" Charles asked as he slowly led Taima out of the camp. You leaned your chin on his shoulder, sighed softly. "Three days ago..." "Oh, my dove. Why didn't you tell me about it?" Charles was right. You shouldn't have waited so long to see a doctor. "I thought I would be fine soon." But on the contrary. It only got worse. The way to Saint-Denis was long, but Charles knew about a good doctor, and no matter how expensive this visit will be, he will pay any price. Your health was a priority.

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"Well, Miss L/N, you will need glasses!" After doing a few tests with you to check your vision, the doctor quickly noticed that there was a weakness, and he would take care of this problem immediately to prevent deteriorating. You knew that these glasses would cost you a lot. Doctor Baker went to his desk to write some notes. "You can come and pick them up on Wednesday," he said before turning back to you. "You are still very young. Pay attention to your eyes! The pain comes from overwork, which is completely normal. Without glasses, of course, they got worse. But that should be fine in the next few days." You were very relieved to hear this man's words. Your fear of bad news had given you a stomach ache. "It is important that you take care of your eyes in the next days. Don´t read, especially not in a bad light!" You cleared your throat when the doctor said this to you, looking at you sternly. "I will also prescribe eye drops for you. This will help you if your eyes get dry, and start to hurt again." The older man tore off a sheet of paper from his notebook, and handed it over to you. "I'll see you on Wednesday, Miss!" "Thank you, Doctor Baker!"

Charles was already waiting for you. What would the doctor say to you? And your eyes? Would the doctor be able to solve the problem? Charles sighed heavily, stroking his face. Many thoughts troubled the young man. When you finally left the doctor's office, Charles looked at you with a worried expression. But when you gave him a gentle smile, he relaxed a bit. "So? What did Doctor Baker say?" "He has forbidden me to read the next few days. I have to take care of my eyes!" Charles nodded while you gave him the key information. "And I'll have to wear glasses!" It will be very unusual for you for the first few weeks, but you had no other choice. "And when do you get these glasses?" "I'll pick then up on Wednesday. Until then, I have to look for another amusement." "I'm sure you'll find one", said Charles, leading you to Taima. "And that would be?" You asked, looking up at Charles as he sat on Taima. The young man grabbed your arm and pulled you on Taima's back. "Oh, well. The last night was a good option. Don't you think?" You giggled softly, placing your arms around his stomach. "It was fantastic", you whispered into his ear and biting softly into his earlobe, which made Charles groan softly. "Let's stay here for a while, handsome," you said, as your tender fingers stroked his muscular chest. "Maybe we should spend the night in Saint-Denis? In a cozy hotel room?" Charles liked your idea. In the camp, you were constantly followed by the curious eyes of your friends. But you would be undisturbed in a hotel, and Charles was looking forward to it. "All right, my dove. Sound very good." Charles led his horse through the streets of Saint-Denis to bring you to a quiet and cozy place...

Days passed, weeks passed, but there was still something wrong with your eyes. And it had gotten worse. You received your glasses three weeks ago, and it had been of great help to you. But gradually, your vision became weaker and weaker, so that you had great difficulty with reading or writing. Even tasks like sewing were not possible for you, and you started to worry. And today was particularly bad. Everything seemed blurry to you, and your eyes started to hurt again. You had already stumbled across various items today, and you feared that some of the people in the camp wouldn´t be very happy with your clumsiness. Luckily Susan hadn't seen anything. But your current misfortune didn't seem to be over yet. It was already getting dark, and you had forgotten to bring hay to the horses. You grabbed a bundle that was heavier than it looked, and brought it over to the animals. You didn´t notice the burning oil lamp that stood on a box next to one of the wagons. When you passed it, you accidentally knocked it down with your hay bale, and the lamp broke. The fire immediately finds a path across the meadow, and within seconds it started to burn. The horses became restless, alerted the others in the camp. "Oh my god! NO!" Panic overwhelmed you. "FIRE!" Hosea and Susan immediately ran to the horses. "What is going on here?!" Susan was terrified to see the fire. "Mister Pearson! Mister Morgan! We need help here! Everyone! Come here immediately!" Hosea pulled you aside, and you were completely horrified by what you have done. "Y/N! Are you okay?" You shook your head, and your pretty eyes filled with tears. That was your fault. How could you not have seen the burning lamp? "Y/N!" Charles came running to you, worried that something might have happened to you. "What happened? Are you hurt, Y/N?!" "No, I'm fine..." Charles cupped your cheeks, gently stroking your forehead with his thumb, and looking for visible injuries on your face. The others had already put out the fire. Fortunately, they had acted quickly, preventing a tragedy. "Miss L/N!" Susan came right up to you, with a stern expression on her face, and you heard from her voice that she was very angry. "How did that happen?!" "I'm sorry, Miss Grimshaw! That was an accident! I- I..." "What's wrong with you?! Can't you do a job without turning it into a disaster?!" Susan's words hurt you deeply because the feeling of being useless for this camp was getting worse every day. You said nothing when Susan scolded you. But Susan wasn't the only one who complained to you. "You bloody brat! Are you stupid?!" Charles's expression darkened when Micah started insulting you. He immediately stood protectively in front of you, frowning at Micah. "What did you say?" "Easy, boy! I'm just saying that she nearly killed us all!" "Don't be ridiculous, Mister Bell! Shut up and start supporting this camp with hard work and money!" Susan may have scolded you, but she won't allow Micah mocking on you. This was all too much for you, and you wanted to be alone now. You sobbed loudly as you pushed past Charles and Micah. "Y/N!" Charles looked after you as you disappeared into your tent. Charles gazed at Micah before leaving this place to check on you. He heard you cry when he stood in front of your tent, and it hurt him terribly. "Y/N? May I come in?" You didn't answer him. You were unable to talk at the moment. But that didn't stop Charles from joining you. The young man sat next to you, while you hid your face in the pillow, crying softly. "Y/N..." He stroked through your hair, moving his hand gently over your back. "What is wrong with me, Charles?" You turned on your back, looking up at him with flushed cheeks "I'm scared! Something is wrong with me, Charles!" Charles couldn't bear to see you suffering like that, and he couldn't give you an answer to your question. He also had noticed that something changed... and not for the better. There was no doubt that your vision had worsened, and that it frightened you. He was also scared. "Y/N, I'll take you to Doctor Baker tomorrow!" said Charles as he held your hand. You sighed softly, and you knew that Doctor Baker was your only hope. Maybe he could help you. "I'm scared, Charles! What if it gets worse?" "That's why we're going to Saint-Denis tomorrow! To prevent that!" You nodded, then turned on your side and tried to calm down a bit. You wouldn't be able to forgive yourself for what happened earlier. Something more terrible could have happened. "Charles, please, hold me!" The young man lay behind you, wrapping his strong arms around your delicate body, and buried his face on your neck. He was also afraid for you, but he had to be strong to give you courage. "I'm with you, my dove. I won't let you down." Charles's soft and gentle voice calmed you down, and eventually, you fell asleep in his arms.

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The bright light shone directly into your iris, and Doctor Baker seemed extremely worried today. He was very quiet, and that worried you. Everyone knows that if a doctor was silent, something was wrong. "Miss L/N, can you tell me if you have ever suffered from any serious illnesses in the past? For example Scarlet fever?" You had to think for a moment. "Uhm, yes. I once had this fever. That was about three years ago. Why are you asking me about that, Doctor Baker?" You hardly dared to ask him because you felt that something bad was waiting for you. Doctor Baker took a deep breath, moved away from you, and stared on the ground for a moment. "I noticed a change in your eyes, miss." "So?" You were very tense and your heart started beating like crazy.  "Doctor, what's wrong with me?" "Miss L/N, it is very uncommon for adults to get this fever, but if they get it, they will suffer the consequences years later!" Consequences? You suddenly felt dizzy, and you took a deep breath. You glanced down, tried to suppress your tears. "Doctor Baker! Please..." The older man looked at you with pity as he sat across from you. "This disease has destroyed many nerves... I'm sorry, child. But it will affect what eyesight you have left, eventually leaving you blind" You couldn't believe what you heard. That couldn't be the truth! This had to be a nightmare! Good, God! You didn't even know how to respond to this horrible news! Your legs and hands started to tremble, and you burst into tears. Why is this happening? "W- what are you saying, Doctor? I'm going to be blind?!" "I'm sorry, child. I wish I could help you, but..." "NO!" Anger came over you, and you felt the fear of the darkness which will soon take over your life. "But, there has to be something you can do! Doctor Baker!" Doctor Baker wanted to help you, but there was nothing he could do for you. He was so sorry for you. You were so young... way too young. "I'm very sorry, miss." "NO! WHY ARE YOU TELLING ME THIS?!" You didn't want to accept your fate. You were lost without your eyesight! You would only be a burden for the gang! They would have to take care of you constantly! And Charles? What should Charles do with a woman who was unable to see? All of these questions and thoughts tormented you right now, and you were very afraid of being abandoned by everyone. "Miss, please! Calm down. I'll talk to your husband about this problem." "No!" Nobody should know anything about this! You were too afraid of being rejected by your family. "Miss L/N, it would be better if..." "I said NO!" You didn't want to yell at the doctor, but you were upset and scared. Your life would soon be a place full of darkness. You rose from your seat, and you wiped the tears from your cheeks. You gave Doctor Baker money for his services. You sobbed quietly, knowing that it was wrong to hide the truth from Charles. "Goodbye Doctor!"

Before you went out to Charles, you tried to calm down. You sighed heavily, wiping the tears from your cheeks before you place your glasses in the right position. "So? What does the doctor say?" Charles looked at you with concern, but you pretended that everything was fine. "My eyes aren't used to these glasses yet." Charles was very confused when he heard that. He might not be a doctor, but he felt that you weren't being honest with him. "Y/N?" He reached for your wrist, and when you looked up at him he recognized your forced smile. But before Charles could say anything, you spoke first. "Don't worry, Charles. He told me to be patient and to take care of my eyes." "And the pain? Where does the pain come from?" Charles gently stroked your cheek, and at the very moment, you deeply regretted having lied to him. "As I said... The pain comes from the fact that my eyes haven't got used to the glasses yet." "Hmm..." he murmured, still looking at you with concern. You seemed to be hiding something from him. "Let's go back to camp, Charles. Okay? I'm tired, and I want to rest for a while." Charles sighed softly, eventually consenting. "Okay, my dove. Let us go back to camp then."

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Your eyes worsened in the coming days until you were finally unable to see anything. Everything you see was blurry. It had gotten so bad that you couldn´t see the faces of your friends anymore. The people around you were slowly becoming shadows, and only by their voices, you recognized who was talking to you. Of course, this also had a bad influence on your work at the camp. Even Susan was worried about you and didn't put you under too much pressure. Susan had seen that you were trying hard to get your work done. You sat far away from the others, right on the edge of the lake, and you cried bitterly. You tried to fight your fate, but you had to realize that you were powerless against it. It was only a matter of time before Dutch would throw you out of the gang, and you were afraid of it. You would only be a burden for everyone. "Y/N... Why are you hiding from us? From me?" You heard Charles behind you, wondering how you could miss his footsteps. The young man sat next to you on the thick tree trunk, and you knew it was time to tell him the truth. "Oh, Charles..." Your voice was just a whisper, but Charles heard the fear in it. He placed his arm around your shoulders and pulled you to his chest. You cried bitterly in his arms, and your whole body trembled with fear. "You didn't tell me the truth, Y/N. Why?" "Because I'm scared, Charles. I'm so scared!" The young man stroked your hair gently as you buried your face in his chest, sobbing softly. "Charles... the doctor said... he..." God! You didn't want to repeat the doctor's words. Nobody could feel your pain and your fears. The idea that total darkness would soon rule over your life was terrible. You looked up at Charles, but you couldn't see the face of this beautiful man. Everything was blurry, completely blurry! "I barely recognize your face, Charles!"

You withdraw from his embrace, took off your glasses, and threw them on the ground. "Y/N?" "These glasses won't help me anymore, Charles! Do you understand what I´m trying to tell you?!" Charles fell silent immediately, swallowing hard as he watched you covering your face with your hands. You cried so bitterly, and Charles didn't know if he really wanted to know the truth. "I... I'm going to be blind, Charles! BLIND!" Words got stuck in his throat, his heart stopped for a moment and he thought someone would tear his heart out of his chest. He was shocked! Sighing heavily, Charles stroked his face, and now he was the one whose tears were running down his face. "The world will soon be a place of bitterness for me! Colorless! Unknown voices without faces!" You threw yourself into the protective arms of your loving boyfriend. "Charles! Please, don't leave me! I'm so afraid!" Charles holding you tightly in his strong arms and closed his eyes, while assuring you, that he would never leave you. He was the man who loved you, and he would stay by your side. "Never, my dove! You shouldn't even think about that!" "Hold me tight, Charles! Please, hold me tight!" This moment was hard for both of you because it was only a matter of time before darkness will come for you...

And it happened a few days later when you woke up early in the morning. You felt the sunlight on your soft skin, but you couldn't see it. Everything around you was black. You panicked, crying for Charles as you pushed the blanket away from your body. "CHAAARLLLESSS!" And Charles, who had been awake for hours, was drinking his coffee with John and Arthur when he heard your screams. The three men immediately hurried to you. Charles feared the worst, and the moment he saw you he knew what had happened. "Y/N!" "Charles! Charles! I can't see! I can´t see!" You cried, shouting his name over and over again, until he finally dragged you into his arms. "Y/N! I'm here! I'm with you!" Arthur and John stared at you in shock, didn't know what was happening to you. "Charles! What´s going on?! What is with Y/N?!" Arthur wished he could do something for both of you, but Charles wanted to be alone with you. "Please, leave us alone," said Charles with a clear trembling in his voice. Your tears, your desperate cries for help broke his heart.  "I can't see anything! It's so dark, Charles! I'm scared!" "Shh... I'm with you, my love. I'm with you..." "I´m scared! Hold me tight!" Charles kept stroking your head and trying to calm you down, but he wasn't able to. "It's so dark! Help me, Charles! Please, help me!" He glanced one last time at Arthur, who recognized the tears in his friend's eyes. Arthur swallowed hard, looking down before leaving the tent with John...

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Complete darkness surrounded you. You felt empty, useless... and lonely. You could only hear your friends' voices, but you could feel their pitiful looks on you. And the way they dealt with you slowly but surely, drove you insane. They treated you like a fragile doll. The lunch that Mister Pearson had brought you today, you had thrown on the ground. You got so angry when Mister Pearson tried to treat you like a helpless child. But now you were very sorry that you treated him that way. This darkness slowly changed you. It made you bitter, and you were angry with life. What had you done in life to be punished like this? You had only left this tent in the past five days if you had to do it urgently. "Y/N?" Karen entered the tent without warning, but you didn't answer her. You didn't want to hear cheering words! Nobody would be able to feel your pain! "Why don't you join us by the campfire?" "And then what, Karen?" The blonde woman sighed heavily. She was used to your stubborn manner, but she won´t allow you to continue to feel sorry for yourself! "Drink with us! Laugh with us! For god's sake, Y/N!" Karen raised her voice against you. She was worried about you, she wanted to bring you back to life. "Do you want to sitin this chair forever? And feel sorry for yourself?!" "Why not!" You shouted at her. "My life is no longer worth anything, Karen! Don't you understand that?!" "No! I don't understand that!" Karen walked up to you, grabbed both of your wrists, and pulled you to your feet. "Charles is out there, and he's worried about you! We all love you, Y/N! And we won't let you destroy your own life!" "Get out of here! GO!"

Karen knew there was nothing she could do for you right now. Eventually, she left the tent. But she wouldn't give up on you. You were so young, you were beautiful! You had a fine boyfriend who loved you more than anything else in this world, and yet you wanted to throw your life away! The disappointment was clearly visible on Charles's face when Karen returned at the campfire without you. "I'm sorry." Charles sighed softly, poking with a stick the wood in the fire. "It's okay. Thanks for trying..." What should he do now? Charles wanted to talk to you, but when he got up from his place, he saw that Hosea was already going to your tent. Charles liked this idea. Hosea was a wise man with convincing arguments. That man was his last hope. "Y/N? May I come in?" "Hosea? Yes, of course..." Hosea was like a father to you. He'd never let you down when you needed him. However, you doubted that he would be able to help you this time. You heard Hosea gasping, as he sat on a box next to your chair. He looked at you, seeing your tearful eyes. There were still traces of tears on your cheeks. "You know why I am here?" "Yes, I know. But..." "No, Y/N! Let me talk!" You instantly fell silent at its stern tone. "t's time for you to live again! You´re not dead, Y/N! You are blind, yes, but that doesn´t mean that your life is over!" You sighed softly at his words, shooking your head. This conversation was useless. You were a prisoner of your own body, and there was nothing he could say to change your mind. "Hosea..." "Accept it!!" "I do!" "But you're doing it the wrong way, my child! You are destroying yourself while we are worried about you! That's selfish, Y/N!" Hosea's words hurt. Being selfish was the last thing you wanted to be. You sobbed softly, and you turned your face away from him. "Look at me, Hosea! I'm just a burden for all of you!" "You will be if you continue to move on with that attitude!" "Stop it, Hosea! I will never be able to read again! Never be able to write again! I will never be able to watch Sean, Lenny or little Jack laugh again!" You burst into tears because you will miss all of this so terribly. "I will never be able to see Charles! His wonderful smile! His pure gracefulness! NEVER AGAIN!" Hosea was far from giving up on you! He wanted to bring you back to life! "But you will be able to touch him, Y/N. You will hear his voice. You will be able to feel his skin! You are alive! Charles is alive!" You sobbed softly, and you slowly opened your eyes. Suddenly, his words made sense to you. "You have someone worth fighting for! And this man is crazy about you, my dear. Charles would do anything for you, but through your selfishness, you will hurt him! I would give anything to see my Bessie again! To hold her in my arms." "Oh, Hosea..." Hosea would never forget his wife, and his loss was immense, but he stayed strong, and he was right: You still had a chance to be with Charles, even if you couldn't see him. But you could touch him, feeling his skin on yours, his soft lips on yours. Suddenly you recognized your wrongdoing, and you sought comfort in Hosea's arms. "Dad..." Hosea was not angry with you, but he asked you to participate in an active life. He wanted you to continue working in the camp. He'll help you with it, just like Charles will. "I want to see Charles. Where is he?" You wanted to apologize to him for your behavior, realizing how selfish you had been. "I'm here, my love."

When you heard Charles' voice, you turned your head in his direction, and you smiled sadly. The young man had heard everything, and he was so glad that Hosea convinced you to take care of your life. He walked over to you, and when you felt Charles hand on your cheek, you withdraw from Hosea's arms, and you fell in the arms of your beloved boyfriend. "Oh, Charles..." You clawed your fingers into his long, black hair and breathed in his scent. The scent of thyme and leather. God, you loved his fragrance. Hosea was right. You were still able to feel Charles! "I won't let you down, my dove. I´m with you!" "Please, forgive me, Charles. Forgive me." But Charles cupped your cheeks, stroking your skin gently with his thumbs. There was no need to ask for forgiveness. "No, my heart. Don't ask me for forgiveness. You have done nothing wrong." And nothing would change his love for you. Your bond was intense and unshakable. "I love you, Charles." "I love you too."

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A Rose with The Thorns - Ch.1.

If you think you're having a hard time right at the moment, remember that Nina has only 2 days left until the first Math exam, and she didn't even open the books, and she doesn't know Maths. Okay she does know, but she's too lazy to practice. Nothing seems to motivate her to study, but she clearly has to if she doesn't want to fail the first exam of the first year at the university.

That would be quite embarassing for such a smart girl.

"This is so exhausting" she puts her pen aside and leans forward to rest her head on her arms. Sighing loudly, she closes her eyes and makes herself comfortable on one of the library chairs.

"Come on dude, we have just two more lessons to practice. I don't want us to fail this. People would think we got in here through some connections" Laura, Nina's best friend, gently shakes her hand in order for Nina to sit up.

And so she does.

"But I can't anymore. I feel like my brain is going to explode" Nina whines, lazily lifting up her head. The redness in her eyes and tired look on the face were clearly telling that she didn't get enough sleep last night.

She felt like she might just collapse right there how tired and exhausted she actually was. "If I were you, I wouldn't go to sleep at 3am and get up at 7am to go to the college. You have to sleep, you dummy" Laura turns some pages in her book.

"That's the problem. It's not that I'm going to sleep late. I fucking go to sleep at 10:30pm"

"Then where's the problem?"

"I couldn't get a proper sleep these past few nights because Yeonjun plays games all damn night and the sounds are just too loud and disturbing" she sighs.

"Why don't you go then and ask him nicely to stop because someone wants to sleep?"

"He hates me Laura. I literally feel that he hates me. It's not that I did something bad to him, I did not. He just doesn't talk to me at all, like I don't live with them"

"Did you tell Soobin?" Laura asks, looking at her friend.

"No. But I will. Let's get this done. I want to go home and sleep" Nina turns some pages as well and both of them start studying again.

They've been in the school library for the whole afternoon, trying to study for the exam. It's been a really hard afternoon for Nina, but she managed to push through it. She honestly hopes that something was placed in her brain and that she didn's sit there for nothing.

Once she comes home, she goes straight to her room, saying quick Hello to Taehyun, Beomgyu and Hueningkai who were playing Halli Galli in the kitchen. "Are you cheating again? I knew it!" Taehyun yells at Kai and seconds later, loud laughs filled the whole house.

Nina smiles to herself as she closes the door of her room. She quickly grabs her sweats and clear underwear, then heads to the bathroom to take a shower.

Humming a song to herself, she walks to the bathroom and gently knocks on the door in case that someone is inside. Voices from the kitchen are still loud and she smiles to herself again, knowing how much fun they have and how much annoyed Taehyun must be because Kai is constantly cheating.

As soon as she knocked on the door again, they slowly opened revealing shirtless Yeonjun, wiping his navy blue hair in a towel, while wearing only his grey sweatpants. Her eyes widened a bit as she quickly turns her back to him and covers her eyes.

She hears soft chuckle from him and waits for his next move. "You never saw a shirtless man? Jeez" he simply states passing by her, gently rubbing his shoulder against her while doing so. She doesn't say a word, but slowly moves her hands from her eyes and watches his back while he goes to his room which was next to her.

She quickly goes in the bathroom and closes the door even faster, not wanting anyone to see the redness in her cheeks, even tho there was no one around her at that moment. She was so startled to see him that her heart skipped a beat. 'Damn' she thinks to herself while letting out a breath she didn't even know she was holding in.

"That was first time he actually spoke to me since I came here, and it wasn't just 'Hello', wow" she quietly says holding her hand over her chest.

She's not sure why she reacted the way she did. Maybe it was because he hasn't been hanging out with her at all like the others did, or maybe because he was completly ignoring her, or maybe...

No.

Soobin says 'No liking, no dating'.

She can't like, nor date any of the boys. She would be in quite a trouble if she starts to like any of them. She was just startled that he spoke to her at all.

Not thinking much about that anymore, she goes to take a shower. The warm water relaxes her muscles and makes her a bit more tired than she already was, but that actually helps her. She's gonna fall asleep much faster.

Soft music plays in the background as she wipes the soap off her body with water. She sings to herself quietly as she walks out of the shower and wraps her body in a big, white towel. She brushes her teeth, then puts on her underwear and sweats. She puts on a simple white T-shirt, then goes out of the bathroom and into the kitchen to drink some water.

Boys were still playing a game, Taehyun was beyond annoyed with Kai, but he didn't bother too much. "I'm going to kill you if you cheat one more time" he looks at Kai with deadly look in his eyes, and Kai just laughs. "I won't cheat anymore hyung, I promise" his promise wasn't sincere at all, and Nina laughs at them, sitting next to Beomgyu once she fills her glass with water.

"This game looks quite fun, you have to teach me how to play it" she says, looking at Beomgyu's cards.

She didn't understand a thing, but it was interesting to watch them for some time.

"Where's Soobin?" she asks after some time.

"At gym. He'll probably be home soon" Beomgyu says, focusing on his cards.

"He started going to gym? When?"

"On Monday I think" Taehyun says.

"No wonder he's not home in the evening these days" Nina drinks some water.

***

Soft knocks on the door of Nina's bedroom make her lift her head and look at the door. "Come" she says, and moment later, Soobin enters her room.

"Hey" she smiles, standing up to hug him. "What are you doing?" he asks, wraping his hands around her back as she hugs him tightly. "Trying to study a bit more before I go to sleep again" she moves away from him.

"Oh, I get it" he sits on the crook of her bed.

For the first time after she came here, he was able to see her bedroom properly. Everything was in grey-white vibe, with some purple and blue things placed nicely on some of the shelves. He notices her plushies neatly arranged on a large shelf next to her bed.

Everything was so neat, and so perfect.

"What did you need me for?"

"Oh, I was wondering if you'd like to come with me and the boys to a party at one of the frat houses"

Nina's eyes were gently widened as she turned her full attention to him.

"Uhm, I'm not sure Soobs. I have to study for this exam"

"Come on, it's just one party. You've been closed here since you came and I feel so bad that I didn't take you to any of the parties I was at, and I know how much you like to party. Please" he pout and looks at her, knowing she's weak on that face and unable to say no to him.

After some silence, she scoffs and gives up. "Ughh okay, give me half an hour to get ready"

Soobin happily jumps and hugs her tightly, lifting her in the air. "Okay, be quick, we'll be waiting downstairs"

He rushes out of the room so she could get ready.

Nina closes her books and laptop, then quickly opens her wardrobe to find something nice to wear. She didn't want to complicate, so she went with a sparkly grey top and baby blue ripped jeans.

She puts a light make-up and puts her white Puma's on. She quickly grabs her purse and fills it with woman things she needs.

She brushes her hair and looks one last time at herself in the mirror before heading out of the bedroom to meet Soobin and the boys.

Little did she know that all of them, including Yeonjun were waiting for her. Once she comes to the living room, all of them look at her and her eyes immediatelly land on Yeonjun, who quickly checks her up and down.

"Wow, you're so pretty" Beomgyu comments, looking at her.

She tries not to be too much shocked as she smiles and thanks him.

Once they all sit in the car, she tries not to check on all of them and how hot they actually looked in their outfits.

Especially him.

'This is going to be a tough night' she thinks to herself as they drive off to the party.

Heyyyy guuuyssss, here's the first chapter for yall, I hope you like it🥰🥰🥰

[diegolabhont]

I didn't mean to fall in love with you

Chapter One

Book: Queen B - Choices (Universe)

Pairing:  Poppy Min-Sinclair x Trans!Male MC  (Beck Hughes)

Genre: None (in this post, al least)

Rating: Anyone can read it, really.

This is me trying to write by and for the Trans community, specially FTM community, meaning, trans guys, but I actually took the liberty to use They/them pronouns for everyone out there who´s interested (Also, the name Beck was the most neutral one I could find, trying to use the cannon Bea Hughes)

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Can someone explain to her how a person who claims to be so disinterested in the ranking was magically climbing to the top twenty?

Poppy didn’t buy it for a second, she always knew Beck were going to be a pain in her ass ever since the first time she saw them looking at her as if they weren’t impressed, but she wasn’t fully aware of how much.

“You don’t have to worry about them, Poppy” Chloe said while the strawberry blonde retouch her make up in the mirror inside her own room. “Beck is just a dude”

“Transphobia much, Chloe?” Veronica murmured playfully, wanting to start drama among her streaming fans.

“No! What I'm saying is… Beck's brain works as a regular dude, right? How much smart can they be?”

“Ha! That´s rich coming from you” Veronica laughed.

Both girls started a discussion about related shit, Beck’s brain, hormones and else while Poppy put on the mascara. Completely silent, thinking.

She treated Beck as a common enemy, she attacked them just like she would to any other lost lamb trying to be the wolf but it was not enough. Even one of those plans exploded in her own face: ruining and breaking Beck's guitar caused that they not only get a flashy and beautiful new one, but sang side by side with the one and only Jaylen Riaz, making a huge performance. Even better than hers, which was something painful and humiliating at the same time, especially after Veronica told her Beck’s YouTube channel had a followers increase, making them even more popular.

Chloe was right on something: Beck’s brain worked like a dude, and if she had learned something was that men in general were manipulable. Take a look at Michael, he was dumb as hell. Liam was a douchebag. Luis, Ford… well, they… they´re there. The only golden boy among them was Carter, and yet, he wasn´t that hard, she just gave him what he wanted in that party and after that, everything ran smoothly.

And that´s what she needed.

Poppy´s look changed, her eyes sparkled in a very malicious way and a smile crossed her face for a split second. She now had a plan, and unexpectedly, it was a Chloe attribution.

“Maybe if we accused them of cheating…?” Chloe suggested, but Poppy knew better.

“That won´t be necessary, Chlo” Poppy intervened for the first time in a while, making both girls look at her intrigued. They knew Poppy, and the little smile she had on her lips as she applied lipstick was a proof. The blonde was onto something juicy. Veronica ended the live and awaited. “Beck will be mine.”

~~X~~

It was kinda lame to her, but finding Beck completely alone under the football stands playing guitar was at least convenient. They were an eye candy from the start, that was a fact. The way that white t-shirt embraced their body was something else to see, her mind went back to the second time she saw them. The sassy rock star kind of look Beck had, even the haircut was perfect, Poppy knew that was a Zoey Wade signature and she kinda thanked her for it. Beck was damn fine, that fact made easier her plan to be honest.

“You know… You do pass pretty well as a man”

Beck stopped playing, literally frozen in place as a statue.

“What did you just say?” Their tone of voice was cold, almost insulted. Did she just get it wrong? No, she´s never wrong. A Queen can´t be wrong, especially a Min-Sinclair queen.

“It was a compliment, Farmsville” she said, rolling her eyes.

“That´s not a compliment” Beck chuckled, putting the guitar aside. “I mean, I don´t mind, but if you are going to use that to the trans community… It~ may not end well” Poppy frowned, a little pissed off. She was doing an effort, no-one had ever heard a compliment from her and this little sh… “But thanks.” Beck offered her a sweet smile a second before turn it into a mocking one. “You do pass pretty well as a woman, too”

“Go fuck yourself!”

“And now she gets it!” They started laughing, making her really angry. Poppy walked away fuming, her head up high and a killer look murdering anyone who dare crossing ways with her.

That stupid ASSHOLE. Did they THINK they could disrespect her?! To HER! She was the number ONE, the fucking RULER of the entire school. Beck was lucky enough to be in her radar and they just throw stupid shit like that!

“To be fair… I did say it first”

“I thought it was a COMPLIMENT” She fight against herself. “What am I? Some trans expert?!”

“No… But I can be. I mean, to destroy my enemy…”

“I have to know them...”

Even thought she was still mad about it, Poppy tapped wildly though her phone. She needed to do something, and she knew just the thing.

“It´s ON, jackass”

~~X~~

POV: Beck

Top fifteen. Everyone was losing their shit because they were now top twenty and Beck... Well... They just didn´t want it.

And yeah, sure, that was kinda good. The students in Belvoire had begun to pay attention to their music as well, Beck even caught a few of them listen to songs Beck wrote and some other cover as well. Their art was taking off and that was awesome, don't get it wrong, that was something Beck wanted for so long, but...

They were afraid.

What if it was because of the stupid ranking?

What if Beck just wasn´t that good, and the only thing people would want was that Beck who studded up against Poppy Min-Sinclaire and lived to tell? Even Zoey, she was talking about popularity, Belvoire elite, and some “Person to watch-out” or shit Award which yes, was huge! But… Beck really was afraid that it was Beck who puts the music high and not backwards.

What if…

What if Poppy really messes all up?

“You know… You do pass pretty well as a man”

Poppy´s words in their mind caught Beck off guard. What was her deal anyway? She came and said some weird shit, and...

Actually, everything in that interaction was weird as fuck. And not just that, Beck meet Taylor by accident later that day in the ice cream shop, they both talked a little and they found out she had a big crush onto some random guy Beck didn´t knew before.

Of course Beck was the matchmaker! They even helped her by carrying those stupid anti-diarrheic pills to the lion´s den. Ok, yes, maybe~ Beck should´ve had given them to someone and not just let them in the front door… But it wasn´t their fault that The T found out!! Poppy was losing it, and of course it was them to blame.

Why can´t they just have a normal life… with normal problems… and not… this?

“I´m dead… I´m actually dead…” Beck thought while burying their head on their hands, tired.

“Beck? Hello? I assume you heard the details of the assignment.”

“What?”

“Ehm… Yeah! Totally” Beck said with a “confident” smile that nobody believed in, Professor Roberta even frowned before going back to the lecture, while Beck tried uselessly to catch something about the assignment from their classmates´ laptops. She hated Beck anyway, but it wasn´t good news to be always in her bad side.

“Shit! Shit! Shit! … What did she say?”

“Mass comm is all about reaching people far and wide, so this project is meant to give the voiceless in our own community a voice by…”

A penetrant gaze nailed their nape, giving them chills. Beck immediately looked for that one hawk over them and not to their surprise the person found on the other side was that deadly beauty called Poppy Min-Sinclair, watching Beck as they´re a prey. Feeling really drove up the wall, Beck winked playfully at her, expecting her to look away or some rude expression towards them.

But no.

Scaring the shit out of them, Poppy actually smiled back at Beck. A sweet, flirty smile that left them feeling their heart racing as crazy and their cheeks burning red, her dark eyes so into theirs that all their system collapsed... What was happening?

“Earth to Beck!”

Professor Roberta yelled, making Beck jump a little in their sit, breaking all eye contact between them both. When did Beck turn their body completely to watch Poppy? Of course the professor was mad, Beck was practically giving her their back! As faster as they could, Beck took the right seat, being even more embarrassed now while Poppy let go a chuckle, they could hear her from any other laughter just as clearly as if she were so close.

“Oh, sorry. I… Sorry”

“Find your community service project partner please” Professor said. Beck gathered their things and head into the aisle, looking around, praying to find someone whiling to work with them and, mainly, explain to them what was that project about. The thing was everyone had already a partner. Everyone except for…

The strawberry blonde was gazing Beck as sure as someone who´s waiting for this chance can be. Smiling that same smile that caused them to feel butterflies in their stomach… Beck wasn´t sure if they were aroused… or scared.

“Professor Roberta… I need a new partner” Beck practically begged. “I´m sorry. I just can´t work with Poppy.”

The pretty but odd teacher was about to say something. Something bad based on the expression on her face, but a perfect made-up laughter cut her words, as Beck was feeling how a soft and warm hand hooked to their arm.

“Nonsense, professor! I am pretty sure we´ll be working just fine.” Poppy said, a relaxed expression drawn on her porcelain face. “Let´s go, Hughes.”

Ok, Beck was now scared. As both of them walked out the classroom, Beck´s brain was running wild, thinking about every and each form Poppy could use to disappear them from the face of the earth. Ironic, Beck survived Farmsville but they´ll be totally done in New York. Ha! Life hates them.

“Listen, I know what you are thinking…”

Really?

“... but the last thing I need right now is having my GPA taken away. So I´ve already figured it all out. We´re doing an animal shelter commercial for our project. I can ask daddy to borrow the equipment and crew”

“Didn´t think of you as a daddy person” Beck laughed, a little more repose.

“Shut the fuck up, Farmsville. This will be easy, so all I need you to do is… Oh my god.”

Poppy stared at her phone completely in shock, color draining from her face as it was sucked by a dementor.

“I have to go. We can figure out the deets later, I´ll text you where to meet me”

Then, she just left. Beck took a deep breath and let out a hiss.

“Gosh, this school is going to kill me!”

They said, who would have thought a class could be so much?

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