moonlit-ivy-writes

[moonlit-ivy-writes]

I edited my story and am working on chapter 6

TAKE MY BREATH

Prologue:

tw: mentions of suicide:

editor: @herp-a-derp

(Chapter 1) (chapter 2) (chapter 3) (chapter 4) (chapter 5)

There you stood.

Overlooking the nightlife. The busy streets. The bustling crowds — all blissfully unaware of how small they were. How small you were.

You step closer to the ledge.

One more step…

And it’s over.

. . .

One more step…

The city stretches out beneath you, a void of lights, stars swallowed by the glare. A beautiful view for a final breath.

One more step…

. . .

You’re falling.

Your breath torn away from the top of the skyscraper. No scream leaves your lips.

Gravity steals everything.

Adrenaline floods your veins, hot and violent. Your heart pounds like it’s trying to claw out of your chest. You close your eyes.

The end must be near.

All those memories... All that weight…

Gone, soon.

. . .

Falling.

Falling.

Falling.

And then —

Air shifts.

Arms catch.

Flying?

[moonlit-ivy-writes]

You sat in your car with the engine idling, music blasting at full volume. Tears burned in your eyes as you fought desperately to hold them back. Your grip on the steering wheel was so tight your knuckles had turned white. The thought of driving off the edge of the cliff played over and over in your mind. Few things in life cut deeper than heartbreak. You were parked in the spot where you and Saturo used to escape from the world. You once joked that couples in the '50s used to come here to make out. It probably wasn’t the most ideal comment to make on your first date, but eventually, this became the place where the two of you came to do just that. The cliff offered a breathtaking view of the city below. From up here, the chaos of the bustling streets seemed to dissolve into a peaceful, almost surreal stillness. This place was your sanctuary, a retreat from the fast-paced world. You and Toru would spend hours here, sitting on the hood of his car, gazing at the stars and losing yourselves in endless conversations. You’d debate theories, sometimes playfully arguing about whether aliens truly existed.

“Okay, get this: the Loch Ness Monster is jumping through dimensions,” you said, chewing on a piece of licorice. Your feet were propped up on the dash, and Satoru sat in the driver’s seat, turned toward you with a puzzled look on his face.

“Y/N…”

“What?” you replied, tossing a piece of candy into his lap.

“You’re cute,” he said with a laugh.

“Okay, but just humor me. Buy into parallel universes for one second.”

“Fine, I’ll bite,” Gojo said, leaning back into his seat and popping a piece of your candy into his mouth. He looked at you, clearly intrigued, as you launched into your theory.

“So, ancient aliens believed that the Egyptians used certain minerals or elements to build things because of the energy they gave off or whatever,” you began, gesturing animatedly. “Well, that lake is full of quartz. So if you believe that energy can be harnessed enough to create, like, a black hole or a portal into another dimension, maybe that’s what’s happening. Maybe the Loch Ness Monster is real, but it’s only there when it’s slipping in and out between its world and ours. Think of that lake as, like, the Bermuda Triangle.”

Gojo couldn’t hide his amusement as he watched you dive deeper into your theory, your voice growing more animated and your hands gesturing wildly. He leaned his head against the seat, grinning as your nose scrunched up in excitement.

“I could see that,” he said with a chuckle. But his attention wasn’t on your theory anymore—it was on you. The way your eyes lit up, the way your laugh bubbled out of you as you got caught up in your own thoughts. In that moment, time seemed to stop for him. All he could do was smile and wonder how someone could make the universe feel so small and perfect with just a laugh.

You sniffled out of your flashback, back to reality. You were alone in the car. Alone with two bottles of liquor in your passenger seat. You grabbed one bottle and twisted the cap, downing the cheap vodka with no chaser. You pitied yourself. How could you let a person get to you like this? Falling for him had been inevitable, like running down a steep hill and suddenly stumbling over your steps, tumbling to the ground, and continuing to roll.

You stared at the broken handle on the passenger side, the memory fueling a fire in your heart.

“Not so fast, Satoru,” you pleaded as he ripped the buttons on your jean jacket, trying to rid you of as many layers as he could.

“I can’t help it. I need you right now,” he said, kissing you roughly, his urgency undeniable as he tried to deflower you in the passenger seat. You sat on top of him, too tall, having to lean over so your head didn’t hit the ceiling.

“I'm feeling claustrophobic,” you complained, your foot getting smashed between the seat and the car door as you hastily searched for the door handle. Satoru tried to help you, but the two of you looked like you were playing a game of Twister. Tangled up in each other, he grabbed the handle, pulling it—and breaking it off.

“Satoru!” you yelled, trying to keep a straight face. “my car!”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’ll fix it, I swear!” he stammered, trying to fit the lever back onto the hinge, but it was no use. You both fumbled to escape through the driver’s door. You scraped your knee on the ground, landing with a thud.

“Maybe trying to go at it in the front seat wasn’t the best idea,” you said, standing up and giving your boyfriend a stern look. Then you noticed he was still holding the door handle in his hand.

“Well, where were we?” he asked with a grin, tossing the handle into the front seat and shutting the car door. Backing you up against it, he leaned down, his lips meeting yours. You stumbled onto your tiptoes, trying to meet him halfway. He deepened the kiss, his hands sliding under your shirt.

“Hey, hey, hey,” you nudged him back. “We can’t just—”

“Look around, Y/N,” he said, gesturing to the vast expanse of woods and rock. “No one’s going to catch us.”

You couldn’t deny the thrill of the idea. Smiling, you grabbed his face and pulled him in for another kiss. “Let’s hope we don’t get caught,” you said with a giggle.

With that, he lifted you onto the hood of your car. His hands gripped your thighs, sliding your skirt up over his fingers. You felt his fingertips trace your panty line, tugging at the fabric. Helping him, you shimmied out of the unwanted clothing, pulling at his shirt, eager to feel his skin.

The two of you became entangled once more, this time more comfortably. Satoru peppered sweet kisses along your shoulder, the warmth of his lips making your skin tingle. You moaned softly as he bit gently at your skin, his teeth grazing just enough to leave a delicious ache.

“Baby, you smell so good,” he murmured, inhaling your perfume as he nuzzled his face into your chest. His hands explored your body with a reverence that made your breath hitch, his fingertips tracing every curve as if memorizing them. Slowly, his kisses trailed down your torso, leaving a path of warmth and longing in their wake until he reached your inner thigh.

You felt a flicker of nervousness about being so exposed to the open air. The vast sky stretched endlessly above you, the cool breeze a stark contrast to the heat building between you. But as Satoru’s lips pressed against your skin, the thought quickly vanished. Every soft, teasing kiss he placed made your heart race, his tongue grazing your delicate folds with an unrelenting hunger that sent shivers down your spine.

He devoured you completely, barely coming up for air, his hands holding your hips firmly in place as your fingers tangled in his hair. The sound of his name tumbling from your lips, a melody of pleasure and need that only spurred him on. You felt the tension in your body coil tighter and tighter, until finally, it snapped, sending waves of ecstasy washing over you as you called out his name in pure bliss. "Satoru-I," you catch your breath and sigh deeply as your climax dissipates. The only words you can string together being, "That felt amazing." 

As your breathing slowed and your senses returned, Satoru looked up at you with a soft smile, his lips glistening as he leaned forward to press a kiss against your trembling thigh. “You’re amazing,” he murmured, his voice thick with adoration, making your heart flutter all over again. 

The distant sound of an engine snapped you out of your thoughts, pulling you back to the harsh reality of the present. For a moment, you blinked, disoriented by the shift from the warmth of your memories to the cold solitude of your car. Surprised, you noticed headlights approaching the cliffside. Ducking down in your seat, you peeked cautiously over the steering wheel. A car pulled up to the next ledge, its lights flicking off as the cabin was bathed in dim interior light. Squinting, you tried to make out the driver’s identity. This place had always been a hidden refuge, known to only a select few. Your heart dropped as the cabin lights revealed the driver. The white hair was unmistakable—Satoru.

You watched as he got out of the driver’s seat, seemingly unaware of your presence. He walked around to the passenger side, opening the door for someone else. A beautiful girl stepped out, her laughter echoing faintly in the night air.

“Wow, Satoru, this view is incredible!” she said, her voice carrying effortlessly across the stillness.

Your heart ached as you watched them together, their closeness like a distant echo of what you once had. Tears blurred your vision, warm streaks against the cool air creeping in through the window. This spot, your haven, now felt like a cruel reminder of everything you’d lost. The way he looked at her—like she was the only person in the world—cut deeper than you thought possible. You gripped the steering wheel, your knuckles whitening, trying to hold yourself together. How could he bring her here? To the place where your laughter once mingled with his, where he promised forever under the stars? It felt like those promises had been swept away by the same wind that now carried her laughter, leaving behind only an unbearable silence.

As he leaned against his car, his arm wrapped around her shoulders, something caught his eye. His gaze shifted, narrowing slightly as he focused on your car parked a short distance away. You froze, holding your breath, willing yourself to disappear. For a moment, it seemed like he recognized the familiar outline of your vehicle. His expression faltered, just briefly, before he turned back to the girl, brushing it off like a fleeting thought.

But the damage was done. He had seen it. You knew he had. And the realization sat heavy in your chest. He looked back once more, his eyes narrowing as if piecing together a half-forgotten puzzle. For a moment, the girl’s voice seemed to fade entirely, his focus anchored to the car that sat just yards away. You slumped lower in your seat, every nerve on edge as you silently pleaded for him to look away.

Then, his expression shifted—a flicker of recognition, brief but undeniable. The corners of his mouth twitched, caught somewhere between hesitation and resolve. His hand dropped from the girl’s shoulder as his gaze lingered on your car, the weight of it almost unbearable. You could feel your heart pounding against your ribs, your breath shallow and uneven as if the air itself had thickened.

Finally, he turned back to her, forcing a smile as if shaking off the moment. But as they moved closer to the edge, laughing softly under the stars, you couldn’t shake the feeling that he had known. That somewhere deep down, he had recognized not just the car but the ghost of what you once shared. And now, that unspoken acknowledgment left you drowning, the silence between you heavier than any words could ever be.

[moonlit-ivy-writes]

VALENTINE

I love the light in your eyes and the dark in your heart
You love our permanent chase and the bite of our bark
We know we're classic together like Egyptian gold
We love us

“I’m sorry baby I’m not going to be there...” Jeans voice was soft through the phone, he always delivers bad news in a whisper…

“What do you mean? You’re not coming up for the week? What-what about Valentine’s Day?” You were in shock that your boyfriend wasn’t going to be able to take a break from work for a holiday with you, he’s been gone for nearly 6 months.

“I know- I know it sucks, but I should be able to get free time the following week, or- uh, no maybe sometime in March. Sweet heart I’m really sorry but I have to go now. I’ll call you when I get home okay? I love you.” He hung up the phone before you could even say it back.

You fell into your bed and screamed your frustration into your pillow.

Bzzbzzbzz

A bunch of texts spamming your phone made you look up for a minute, expecting to see texts from your boyfriend. Instead, they were just a bunch of memes from Eren.

You sent back a frowny emoji, watching him type for a while and the bubble disappeared. Eren decided to FaceTime you instead.

“Wow, what happened to you,” he must of been referring to the black streak marks of mascara smudged down your cheeks. You rub your face, trying to remove the black gunk. “What’s wrong?”

“Jeanie isn’t visiting this week and I was looking forward to spending my first Valentine’s Day with a boyfriend.” You sighed.

Eren rolled his eyes, he never cared for your boyfriend. Always thought he was stuck up, and bragged about his job too much. “Well don’t worry about it YN, If you want we can rent that slasher fic Mikasa recommended and I could possibly get Armin too…”

You sighed dramatically, “I know it’s cliche, but i was looking forward to roses and chocolates.” Even though a night surrounded by your best friends does sound comforting.

“Well, no movie then, I’ll take you out.” You looked to stunned to speak so he reiterated as “just friends” but it cut a bit inside to say that out loud. Eren has always liked you, and has done a pretty good job at hiding his feelings. Although he did kiss you once at a party, the next morning you didn’t even remember. “Cheer up, i dont like it when your sad.” He gave you a cheeky grin and hung up the call.

+++

Fresh out of a hot shower you paced your bedroom in your underwear, what do you wear on a valentines date with your best friend. You looked at the dress you had saved for Jean, no way, you thought. Opting for a typical outfit of yours instead.

“Hey i let myself in if you...what are you wearing.” Eren stood in the door. He was all dressed up.

You turned around from your vanity, your hair still wet. Framing pieces stuck to the side of your face, shit… is he early or are you running late. Eren stepped forward, raising his hand and tucking your hair behind your ear. A small tingle sparked in your stomach, but you were probably just hungry. “What? Is this not nice?” You pouted a bit kinda hurt from the reaction he had.

“I said i was taking you out out, were not going to the library...” He eyed you up and down, before spotting the dress hanging on your closet door behind you. “What’s that?” He pointed.

“Oh, that’s what I was going to wear...”

“Put it on, I’ll wait for you in the living room… oh and hurry Ive got an eventful afternoon planned.” He left your room before you could even fight him on wearing the dress. You stared at it for a few minutes and shrugged to yourself. Someone might as well see you in this. After rushing through getting ready you snapped a pic, contemplating even sending it to Jean, why did you suddenly feel a bit guilty…

+++

Eren waited impatiently outside your bedroom, he had brought flowers for you, and decided to place them in a vase on your kitchen counter. He nervously arranged the roses. Fidgeting with the tiny baby’s breath that accented the bouquet.

“Oh Eren those are beautiful, you didnt have to-“ you startled him a bit and you held back a laugh.

His cheeks heated up once he caught sight of your dress, discreetly, he scanned over your outfit, starting from the black paten leather heals with a cute dainty strap at the ankle. Cautiously gazing up your beautiful bare legs, to mid thigh where this cruel red satin dress ended. Quickly he focused onto your face, hoping you didn’t catch him gawking.

Your make up was subtle, though the red lip was nothing but. He noticed the black choker on your neck, and lost his breath. He looked for words to describe how beautiful, no, gorgeous, no stunning. “You look-“ he starred at you, “wow..” he shook his head, embarrassing himself. You just giggled and stuck your nose into the roses. A little note laid in between some petals.

To my valentine with love.

Eren.

By now all of your dejection about your boyfriend not being here was gone, you were far too excited to see what Eren had in store for you.

Sitting in his passenger seat, you let him take you wherever he had planned. Turns out the plan was the beach. You two strolled down the dock. Other couples were out having fun, playing fair games and sharing funnel cakes. Seeing couples enjoying each other made you remember you weren’t here with Jean… You looked over at Eren who must have just noticed the disappointment on your face. Shoving cotton candy into your mouth as an attempt to keep those pesky boyfriend thoughts from filling your head and ruining his scheme. His true intentions… showing you how you should be treated, and being here for you when that stupid prick wouldn’t even bother to. “Come on YN,” he grabbed your hand and led you to the best date of your life.

+++

Watching the people on the beach at the top of the ferris wheel you held on tightly to the stuffed octopus Eren had won for you earlier in the evening. You leaned your head on his shoulder, and smiled to yourself,“I’m having fun Eren, thank you.” Your hand fell to your side, and softly grazed against his. You two hold hands all of the time, but for some reason, the slightest touch made you get goosebumps. You pulled your hand away and shyly held the plushy up to your face.

“Hey anything for you YN, I love you.” Eren says he loves you from time to time,but this time ….hearing it made your heart jump. “Are you hungry? I’d hate to end your fun but our reservation is in an hour, we should get going after this.”

“Reservation? I thought we’d just have chili dogs at the stand down there,” He laughed like you said a joke, you just stared at him dazed and confused.

“Don’t look so dumbfounded,” He pinched your cheek, “the dates not over, I’m gonna take you somewhere nice.”

Date…

Of course it was a “date” but when you accepted Eren’s invitation initially you didn’t completely view it as a romantic word, more so a platonic date… but now… things are starting to feel a bit too … complicated. You left the beach full of thoughts and feelings swirling through your head.

+++

“Eren!?” You gasped, pulling up to the valet of one of the finest restaurants in your city. “Eren we can’t eat here…”

“Why not, you think I don’t have the money?” he teased you and you tried to combat his reasonings, but just like the beginning of the day he was gone before you could argue with him. Dropping his keys into the hand of a stranger and walking over to your side, opening the door for you. His chivalrous behavior made you question who you really were on a date with today. This is a side of Eren you had never seen before and you were starting to fall for it.

A hostess guided the both of you to a table that was tucked behind a privacy wall and with full view of the city scape. With a now setting sun disappearing behind buildings. You glanced at Eren who wasn’t even enjoying this outstanding view with you. He eyes caught yours and a heat radiated through your chest. Fluttering butterflies in your stomach conveniently covered the vacant feeling of guilt that sat in your belly. No, you’re just hungry… yeah that’s it.

Jean not even crossing your mind once, the two of you laughed together about old memories over steak and wine. You immersed yourself in his charm, even if you were constantly catching yourself from falling for your best friend. He’s was just being a good friend, you thought. Don’t over think things.

“Would you care for dessert this evening?”

“Yes-“

“No,” Eren cut you off and you gave him a death glare. “I have something else planned for dessert, thank you for the great meal.” Watching him use his natural charm on the waitress brought you back to reality. He was just being nice and comforting his pathetic friend. The guilt was back on, how could you even entertain whatever silly fantasy you had convinced yourself was happening. This date was definitely all in your head.

+++

Eren saved a favorite of yours for last. Fro yo.

You two would meet up here every Saturday to gossip and complain about each others lives. Well not so much anymore, since you started seeing Jean. Eren stood inline to get you your favorite flavor as you waited in a corner booth for him, checking the notifications on your phone. To your surprise you had no notifs from Jean. A bitter taste not even fro yo could recover coated your mouth. Not even a ‘Happy Vday’ text. Did he seriously forget?

“Remember when that old lady slipped and fell and she spilled her cherry berry all over herself.” Eren came back with yogurt in hand. Tears stung your waterline. Almost dropping the cups, he quickly sat next to you.

“What’s wrong YN?”

“I just realized I’m having the best date of my life and it’s not even with my own boyfriend,” you let out a genuine chuckle. Laughing at your own pathetic relationship.

“You have such an ugly laugh,” Eren sucked on his spoon.

“No i dont, shut up,” you playfully pushed his shoulder, but he moved closer to you.

“I mean it, its cute.” He took a spoon full of pink delicious yogurt and pressed it to your nose, leaving melted fro yo on the tip. You scrunched your face up, and tried to wipe it into his shoulder.

“Hey! Hey! This is my nicest jacket you’re gonna ruin it” He pulled back, but you refused to let him get away with his crimes. Playfully pushing him but in his haste to get away from you, he lost balance. Grabbing onto your arm for support he managed to pull you closer to him. Your nose, still pink, now centimeters from his face. Eren spontaneously licked the yogurt off of your face.

Time froze colder than the freaking yogurt. It felt like you were buffering a response. You honestly didn’t know how to respond to that, verbally…but your body decided to respond for you.

Closing the gap between you quickly and kissing him. You didnt know what overcame your morality in that moment but it felt good. Your heart now beating out of your chest.

“Uh-Er,” you tried to make any excuse as to why you kissed him, but sadly couldn’t come up with anything other than. “Sorry-“

“Don’t be sorry, YN,” his hand firmly gripped your waist and pulled you back in to kiss you again.

+++

You zone out one hand on the doorknob the other holding your house key. “Is it weird that I feel weird about inviting you inside.” You laughed. “You practically live at my house.”

“You know i think this time, it’s just different,” his words not matching the intense feeling that flooded into your core. “I don’t have to come in, I had a really good time YN, I-“ he caught himself before he said anything. Not wanting to say it and then have you regret everything in the morning, just to get hurt. Nothing would hurt more than that. So he chose not to say it.

“I love you Eren,” shocked by what you so effortlessly said, you examined his reaction. Trying not to misinterpret his expression. His face lit up, as if he had never heard you say it before, not like this, this time he knew you felt it the way he did.

It don't matter, be combative or be sweet cherry pie
It don't matter just as long as I get all you tonight

At that moment, Eren took a risk, kissing you this time with a hint of lust. Patiently, he waited for your cue deepening the kiss and slightly moaning in his mouth. That was it. He knew he had you. His efforts of today paying off by the sweet aftertaste of fro yo on your lips.

You blindly unlock your front door, Eren hungrily placing kisses over your neck and shoulder. You led him back into your living room, kicking off your heals while still managing to tug and pull his bottom lip in between your teeth. Guiding him all the way to your bedroom. Where this date originated from just hours ago.

So deep, your DNA's being messed with my touch
Can’t beat us
So real, fueling the fire until we combust
Can’t touch us

Eren fell to his knees the moment your dress slipped off your body and onto the floor, he peppered kisses up your thigh, worshipping your body. Chills fell down your spine as the warmth of his breath closed in on your inner thighs. He dug his face in your sex, pulling the lace fabric that was in his way to the side. Kissing softly at your exposed skin. His fingers snuck behind you, feeling your curves, before hooking and pulling off your panties entirely. He looked up at you, grinning, before diving back into your flesh. Kissing and sucking gently on your skin.

His tongue dipped between your folds, his fingers moved from your thighs, now spreading you further open for him to devour your pussy. You gasped and moaned, finding balance with a fist full of his hair, making it a disheveled mess. You found yourself grinding instinctively on his tongue, chasing the growing pleasure in your core. Fuck.

The guilt that you let take a backseat behind your lust made the high of your orgasm sinfully better.

You watch him lick you up, through fluttering lashes. You’re now coming fully undone for him. Eren smiles, growing cocky. If he can get you coming just with his tongue, he can have you screaming for him at the end of the night. He stood up ,“You taste fucking amazing YN,” Ushering you to the bed, you laid back putting on a beautiful display for him, spreading your legs proudly. Inviting him back in, he leaned down devouring you once more. Sucking gently on the bundle of sensitive nerves earning sounds of praise from you.

He took care of your pussy so well, being mindful of what you liked and didn’t. Paying attention to your moans, you got louder and more breathy when his tongue dipped inside your entrance. You found yourself coming again for him, singing his name instead of Jeans. A newfound guilty pleasure erupted from your core along with a flow of juices. You gasped never have experienced a climax like this before. Eren relished in your wetness, soaking in your arousal.

“Can you do that again for me Valentine?” He sounded so eager, it made your knees weak. Blush painted your cheeks, he was quick to pull you back into his mouth. Fleeting feelings of embarrassment and guilt floated away. Your body listening to his pleas, unraveling waves of pleasure onto his tongue again and again.

Valentine

Part two mayhaps, It’s bedtime - Ivy

[moonlit-ivy-writes]

TAKE MY BREATH

hawks x reader

tw: violence & mentions of suicide

taglist:

@mirayasimpinghard

@theeafricanprincess

Want me to hold onto you tight…

(prologue) (chapter 1) (chapter 2)(chapter 3)(chapter 4) (chapter 5)

You crumpled the piece of paper in your fist, feeling butterflies stir in your stomach. Oh wait… that’s last night’s liquor making its presence known with a vengeance. You held your stomach, rushing toward the bathroom. Last night certainly had been… something.

It’s been a couple of weeks since that night, and you hadn’t been up on that rooftop since.

You’d run into Hawks a few times between bars and clubs, and somehow, he always ended up at your house. Not that either of you minded. You found comfort in his presence, and Hawks? Well, he found himself baffled by the sudden attraction to you. You seemed to consume his every waking thought, and on nights when he was alone in his cold bed, you were there too.

The days seemed to blur as you both immersed yourselves in work. Hawks, being the top pro hero that he was, had his hands full. You, on the other hand, took those soft words to heart and threw yourself into helping the kids again. But it wasn’t easy, and if it were, you wouldn’t be sneaking down some grimy back alley.

Dr. Dee Lear, was an old acquaintance who helped take the edge off. You were a regular and never caused trouble, which was probably why he agreed to meet you right after your shift at 7 p.m. Normally, he wouldn’t even glance at his phone until the moon took its rightful place in the sky.

Working with the kids was draining, and you needed an escape, which Mr. Lear was more than happy to provide.

After quickly shoving a small plastic bag into your purse, you made your way out of the alley. You wrapped your arm around yourself for comfort, the walls of the alley radiating a foreboding energy as you made your way back to the main road.

I’m alone now… right?

The harsh sound of footsteps behind you disagreed.

You half-turned, expecting Dee to be following up with something he forgot to mention.

“Is something wrong, sir—”

You froze. Instead of Dee, you were met with a wall of blue flames.

Instinctively, you backed away, but your retreat was cut short as your back scraped against the rough brick wall. A scarred hand clamped around your throat, and you bit down on your lip to stifle a pained gasp. The pressure on your airway increased, and your vision swam.

“Who—what are you—help—” you managed to choke out.

You may have wanted to die, but not like this.

“Looks like I caught a little mouse,” he hissed in your ear.

Panic surged as your hands scrambled to grip his forearm, trying to ease the crushing hold around your neck. Is this it? This is what you wanted, right?

And then, just as suddenly as the heat hit, your quirk activated. Images flooded your mind: a family, a bright flash of fire—orange and blue. Screams filled your head as you relived his past, the terror that raged inside him.

“Please… let me go…” You screamed, unable to stop the flood of memories that weren’t your own.

The memories were horrifying—he was so young, so innocent. But the distorted memories twisted the truth, turning his abuser into a red monster. The searing heat that gripped you wasn’t just from the outside world.

Suddenly, a voice sliced through the haze of your mind.

“You heard the girl! Get your hands off her!”

A sickening thud echoed through the alley as your assailant’s grip loosened, and you crumpled to the ground. Pain shot through your nose as it hit the cement, and you gasped for breath. Blood filled your mouth, and you spat it out before covering your ears to block out the sounds of fighting.

A voice whispered to your heart, and you knew it was him—your savior with crimson wings. But your mind was too clouded with the weight of your quirk to truly care.

Remember the tune. Remember the cherry tree… remember her voice, the soft warm embrace and her fingers trailing your hairline.

Who cares if she was your real mother or not. Any good memory was better than the nightmare you were experiencing now. You focused on her—the soft tune she sang to you. You hummed it quietly to yourself.

Your body jerked upward as strong arms lifted you from the ground. You looked up, eyes meeting Hawks’s bloodied face. His expression was wild with adrenaline, but his touch was gentle as he held you close.

“Hawks,” you whispered, your voice breaking.

He glanced down at you, his brow furrowed, a worried look in his eyes. “Y/N?”

You smiled, despite the tears in your eyes, but there was a sadness behind it. You asked the question, even though you knew it would change everything.

“Drop me…please”

His gaze darkened as he studied your smile, trying to make sense of your sad, almost manic look. But your request was clear.

And with that, he let go.

The rush of adrenaline hit like a wave, and for a moment, the world seemed to freeze. You laughed manically, your body tumbling through the air as gravity took hold. The horrific memories that had consumed you were torn away by the sheer thrill of the fall. You reached out instinctively, a silent plea—not for help, but for him.

Hawks dove after you, his strong arms catching you just in time, pulling you into his embrace as the world blurred around you.

The city below buzzed with activity, but you were lost in the rush, laughing breathlessly into his shoulder. You wrapped your legs around his waist, holding him tightly as he flew across the sky. What a rush!!

And in that moment, Hawks swore he would never let you go. Not again.

He landed on your balcony, his lips crashed into yours. His hands cupped your face before pulling you deeper into the kiss. Surprised by the intensity, you took control, kissing him back, letting him tug you closer, sinking his teeth into your bottom lip.

His wings spread out behind him as he carried you inside, still holding you close. His lips never strayed from yours as he kicked the bedroom door shut behind him.

[moonlit-ivy-writes]

TAKE MY BREATH

hawks x reader

tw: mentions of trauma and suicide i swear this will end in smut

taglist:

@theeafricanprincess

@mirayasimpinghard

You risk it all to feel alive

(prologue) (chapter 1) (chapter 2) (chapter 3) (chapter 4) (chapter 5)

“Why’d ya do it?” Hawks asked, his voice curious, as he watched you transform your couch into a makeshift bed for the night.

You didn’t even glance at him, tossing the last pillow onto the cushions.

Without a word, you moved away, seeking refuge in the bathroom. The question hung in the air, unanswered, as you flicked on the light and began your nightly routine.

Hawks settled on the couch, an awkward tension filling the space between you. He didn’t usually deal with discomfort like this, but here he was, trying to figure out why you were so guarded. He thought about changing the subject, but before he could, he froze when you came back into the room. His gaze followed your figure as you crossed to the bed and climbed under the covers, clearly more comfortable than before.

For a moment, he just watched, noticing how your movements seemed effortless. The soft cotton shorts and faded tee you’d changed into barely concealed the smooth skin of your legs. A memory of your earlier fight to ignore his presence crossed his mind, but now, seeing you this close, he understood why those sleazy guys at the club couldn’t seem to leave you alone.

He let his eyes travel lower, but caught himself before they lingered too long, a rush of possessiveness sweeping over him. She's too beautiful to die like that, he told himself.

Your sigh broke his thoughts.

You were already settled in bed, and Hawks could tell you were trying to relax, unaware of the storm brewing in his head. Finally, you spoke, answering his question.

“You know…” You glanced up at the glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling, your voice softer than before. “I was terrified at first. Terrified of heights.”

Hawks stayed quiet, watching you, giving you space to speak. “It took me forever just to stand there,” you continued. “Every night, I’d go back. Slowly, I could go a little farther, until it didn’t scare me anymore. I was addicted to it, you know?”

He leaned back, his voice almost a whisper. “What was it you were chasing?”

You chuckled, but it was hollow. “I never knew I wanted to die until I stood so tall above the world. Heights used to terrify me. Can you believe that?”

A soft chuckle escaped from Hawks, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I get it,” he murmured.

The air grew heavier with the weight of your words, and you let the silence stretch on a little longer before continuing.

“The night I decided to jump…” You paused, your voice breaking slightly. “I was treating a little girl. She was so scared… could barely talk. She couldn’t tell the police what had happened to her, so they called me in. I was on sabbatical, but I just had to help. She was being abused by the Hassaikai clan, maybe you’ve heard of them… you being a pro hero and all…”

You sniffled softly, wiping away a tear, and Hawks sat up, concern flickering in his gaze. “I helped gather evidence, but it didn’t feel like enough. There’s so much pain stored inside me now. I’m not a hero. I’m just… someone who can help, but not heal. The memories, the trauma, they won’t leave me. And those kids… They have to live with that pain forever. It’s not fair.”

The sobs that followed were quiet but heavy, your shoulders shaking with the weight of it all. “I’m not strong enough to keep carrying it,” you whispered, voice hoarse. “To keep living with all of this inside me…”

Hawks felt something tighten in his chest. He wasn’t sure what to say, but he couldn’t leave it like that. “I beg to differ,” he cut in gently. “I think you’re incredibly strong. I remember that case. You helped us arrest a lot of people because of the info you provided. That’s hero work.”

You rolled your eyes, the sarcasm lacing your tone despite the rawness of the conversation. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t get all clichéd on me. You don’t have to say all that.”

Hawks laughed softly, trying to lighten the mood. “Hey, don’t be like that. I’m just telling the truth.” He paused before adding, “But I didn’t have to stay here, you know. I could’ve caught a ride home with Endeavor. But… you made the offer. You sounded so sweet, I couldn’t resist.”

The heat that rushed to your face surprised you. Why did you offer him a place to stay? You thought you hated him—so why did this feel different? You grabbed a pillow and tossed it at him blindly.

“Ow!” Hawks laughed, clearly amused. “Go to sleep,” you muttered, trying to hide your embarrassment.

“Alright, alright.” His voice softened, almost playful. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

Truthfully, he stayed because he couldn’t stop thinking about you. After watching you fall, he couldn’t shake the image of your smile. There was something about you, something that twisted inside him when he saw how close you’d come to ending it. Why did it all feel so beautiful to him, he wondered? He promised himself he’d save you. As many times as it took.

The next morning, you woke up to an empty room, the remnants of your shared night still lingering in the air. The couch was neatly made, and a small note sat on top of the pile of blankets.

“Catch ya later ;)”

[moonlit-ivy-writes]

TAKE MY BREATH

hawks x reader

tw: mentions of suicide de, and trauma

You said you do this all the time

(prologue) (chapter 1) (chapter 2) (chapter 3) (chapter 4) (chapter 5)

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"I was so close!" you groaned, frustrated, as you plucked stray feathers from your hair. You didn’t expect the aftermath of almost leaping to your death to be this... annoying.

You laughed bitterly to yourself. “Failed attempt number two.”

Laying back on the grass in the park he dropped you off at, you stared up at the sky, trying to forget how humiliating the whole thing was. Hawks, meanwhile, stood over you, waiting for you to curse him out more. But something about the way his eyes studied you made you… feel small.

He didn’t give you a chance to deny him. Next thing you knew, you were over his shoulder like a ragdoll.

"Hey! Watch the hands!" you barked, feeling his grip a little too familiar, a little too close. His hands cupped your thighs, and the heat in your core spiked. Was it the alcohol? Or was it something else?

Your mind scrambled, trying to convince your body to stop reacting to him. No. He’s the reason you’re even alive. Don’t feel this way.

But when he suddenly took off into the air, your breath hitched in your throat.

“AH!” you gasped, heart leaping in your chest as he soared.

It was the rush again. The wind in your face. Your heart slamming against your ribcage as you realized how badly you longed to feel this sensation—before you ended it all.

“Where to?” he shouted above the noise of the wind, gripping you securely.

“A few blocks that way.” You hesitated, suddenly aware that you had never navigated the city while drunk from the sky. “Yeah, that’s it. Right there.”

Hawks swooped down, bringing you gently to your balcony. He let you find your balance before collapsing onto the patio furniture. His wings fluttered, obviously exhausted. It made you wonder how many times he had to do this. His wings were battered and small, they definitely seemed to take a toll tonight.

You felt a pang of empathy for him, but you quickly pushed it away. You couldn’t allow yourself to feel anything more for him. Not after everything he had taken from you.

Sighing, you rubbed your face, trying to pull yourself together. "I, uh, if you need... I have a couch."

His golden eyes widened slightly, a bit of surprise showing as he searched your face. "You don't need to..." He faltered, "I still have legs that work- uh.." He realized he didn't even know your name and yet you were offering him solace.

“Y/N,” you answered, leaning against the double French doors leading to your bedroom.

"Hawks, uh Keigo," He smirked with a hint of blush tinting his cheeks.

"Keigo...ya know, It's not a big deal... You did bring me home, and... even though I didn’t want it, you did..." You gestured toward his battered wings, unable to hide the empathy creeping in.

You couldn't let yourself be grateful. But what you saw in his memories—what you had felt—it reminded you of the trauma you used to treat.

For years, you worked with children who had suffered unimaginable horrors. Kids with broken hearts, broken minds. You helped them piece together memories they were too young to understand. But the burden of those memories wore on you, chipping away at your sanity.

You could no longer separate what was truly yours from the trauma you absorbed.

You had become a sponge, soaking up pain wherever you went. The trauma of your patients, of people in your life, clung to you like a second skin. You couldn’t tell where their memories ended, and yours began.

In the end, it was too much. You couldn’t tell what was real anymore.

And that was why you jumped.

[moonlit-ivy-writes]

TAKE MY BREATH

hawks x reader

tw: mentions of suicide

I saw the fire in your eyes

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(Prologue) (Chapter 1) (Chapter 2) (Chapter 3) (chapter 4) (chapter 5)

You didn’t see him again until the following Friday night.

Three shots in, your body swayed to the beat, tangled with someone whose name you couldn’t remember if your life depended on it. The club was a blur of heat and bodies, the air thick with perfume, sweat, and neon.

Your gaze drifted up toward the VIP loft. The so-called 'somebodies' lounged there, detached and untouchable. But one of them wasn’t lounging — he was watching.

Golden eyes locked with yours.

Hawks.

He sat perched like royalty, his smug smirk nearly blinding from across the room. He’d seen you earlier — the guy who wouldn’t take no for an answer at the bar, the tequila shot you threw in his face. Hawks had grinned then too. Admiring your fire.

You rolled your eyes and tore your gaze away. His attention felt heavy. Suffocating. You weren’t here to play games with heroes.

Pushing through the sea of sweat and sound, you stumbled outside. The cold night air slapped you sober for a moment, and you pulled a cigarette from your coat pocket, the flame trembling against the breeze as you lit it.

One long drag.

Decision time. Another club? Or home?

Neither.

You knew exactly where you needed to go.

Hawks lost sight of you in the chaos. He leaned forward in his seat, heart pacing faster than it should.

"What's got your feathers ruffled, pigeon?" Dabi’s drawl sliced through the noise, sharp and amused.

Hawks forced himself to turn. Dabi sat across from him, scarred face half-hidden in shadows, looking bored and irritated.

"None of your business, Dabi."

"You’re right," Dabi chuckled, flicking ash from his cigarette. "Here’s my business." He slid an envelope across the table. Hawks grabbed it without looking.

"Don’t forget your end of the deal."

"I won’t," Hawks said tightly, standing abruptly. His wings twitched. He met Dabi’s gaze for only a moment before turning toward the exit.

It took longer than you expected to reach the rooftop — the tequila haze still lingered, making the stairs feel endless.

But finally, the door creaked open.

The rooftop. That familiar ledge. Your altar.

You exhaled shakily, taking a step forward.

But then — the sound.

The heavy rush of wings cutting through the night.

You didn’t look back.

"Here to ruin my night again?" You smirked bitterly.

He landed behind you, boots scraping gently on the concrete.

"Just making sure you don’t do anything stupid, princess." His voice was too soft. Too kind.

You turned just enough to see him — golden eyes watching you with that frustrating, infuriating concern.

You hated it.

You tilted your head, a dangerous spark lighting your expression.

"Oh?" You purred. "You mean like this?"

And you ran.

Full sprint. Heart racing faster than it had in weeks. The edge rushed toward you — freedom waiting just inches away.

You dove.

The world tilted. Gravity yanked you down. Wind ripped past your ears. Your chest filled with adrenaline, laughter bubbling up unbidden.

Up above, Hawks swore.

"Shit!"

His wings snapped open and he launched forward, feathers shooting out like missiles, but you were already out of reach.

His hand swiped at empty air.

Your smile widened. The wind stung your eyes as the city lights grew closer.

Almost there.

So close. Your hands extended desperately, willing yourself to reach your desired goal.

Smiling. You were almost there. 

And then —

Arms. Strong, crushing arms wrapped around your torso, jerking you upwards with violent force.

The air left your lungs in a strangled gasp.

Feathers enveloped you like iron bars.

Hawks clung to you, his breath ragged against your ear.

"Don’t… do that," he rasped. His voice cracked on the last word.

He held you too tightly, his heart pounding against your back like a war drum.

The fall had shaken him more than you expected.

You didn’t fight. Didn’t speak.

You just let him hold you.

And for the first time… you wondered who was saving who.

[moonlit-ivy-writes]

TAKE MY BREATH

tw: mentions of suicide

Hawks x Reader

edit: Im so glad people are enjoying this story

You’re way to young to end your life...

(prologue) (chapter 1) (chapter 2) (chapter 3) (chapter 4)(chapter 5)

“Wha—what’s happening?”

You search the sky for answers, eyes darting wildly, trying to understand why you're now soaring above the city lights instead of falling into oblivion.

“Don’t worry,” a voice murmurs from above, smooth and light. “I gotcha.”

You twist, trying to see who’s holding you, but all you catch is a blur of red, silky feathers fluttering in the night breeze.

“Hey — HEY! Put me down!” you shout, panic and fury twisting in your chest.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. You were supposed to be gone. Not rescued. Not saved.

You weren’t someone to be saved. And who the hell did this person think they were to decide otherwise?

“Put. Me. Down!” you scream, each word sharper than the last.

“All right, all right,” he says, infuriatingly smooth. He glides to the nearest rooftop, landing as if it takes no effort at all. He sets you down gently — far too gently — and you look up.

Scruffy, dirty-blond hair. Rugged hands running through it as he catches his breath. A cocky, breathless smile tugging at chiseled cheeks.

He’s proud of himself.

“There. All safe now,” he says, his amber eyes crinkling with satisfaction.

You burst out laughing. The kind of manic laughter that bubbles up when everything has shattered and there’s nothing left but pieces.

“Safe?” you repeat, the sarcasm heavy and bitter. “I didn’t ask to be saved.”

The smile falters. Confusion flickers in his eyes.

“Well... you don��t need to thank me,” he says slowly.

“Thank you?” You scoff. “For what? Ruining my suicide?”

His face falls.

“Thanks for nothing,” you spit, words coming faster, more frantic. “Ten fucking weeks. Ten. Weeks. I climbed up there…” you point toward the building’s looming silhouette, your breath hitching. “...and you — you just show up and decide to play hero? Who do you think you are, flying around saving people who don’t want to be saved?!”

You shove your finger into his chest, accusation sharp and hot.

He just stares for a moment. Then his eyes soften in that irritating, empathetic way.

It makes you want to scream.

His hands clamp onto your shoulders, firm but not cruel, shaking you just slightly.

“Listen here, chicky,” he says, voice low and steady. “I don’t give a rat’s ass how long you’ve been planning to jump. If you try it again — I’ll save you again.”

His grip tightens. “Because I’m a hero.”

He says it with so much pride, like that word alone is reason enough.

It makes you sick.

He holds your gaze for one more breathless moment, then spreads those massive red wings and takes off into the night.

You watch him disappear into the dark.

And then —

The memories hit.

Not yours.

His.

Like an old film reel unraveling in your mind.

You collapse to your knees, clutching your head.

No. No, not again…

You squeeze your eyes shut, humming the lullaby your mother used to sing. Pulling those foreign memories out, one by one, replacing them with the soft pink blossoms of the cherry tree, the warmth of her smile...

Wait. Not her smile. Not your mother’s face.

Someone else.

The images flicker, blur, and vanish.

You’re left kneeling on cold concrete, staring up at a night sky that suddenly feels far too heavy.

[moonlit-ivy-writes]

TAKE MY BREATH

Prologue:

tw: mentions of suicide:

editor: @herp-a-derp

(Chapter 1) (chapter 2) (chapter 3) (chapter 4) (chapter 5)

There you stood.

Overlooking the nightlife. The busy streets. The bustling crowds — all blissfully unaware of how small they were. How small you were.

You step closer to the ledge.

One more step…

And it’s over.

. . .

One more step…

The city stretches out beneath you, a void of lights, stars swallowed by the glare. A beautiful view for a final breath.

One more step…

. . .

You’re falling.

Your breath torn away from the top of the skyscraper. No scream leaves your lips.

Gravity steals everything.

Adrenaline floods your veins, hot and violent. Your heart pounds like it’s trying to claw out of your chest. You close your eyes.

The end must be near.

All those memories... All that weight…

Gone, soon.

. . .

Falling.

Falling.

Falling.

And then —

Air shifts.

Arms catch.

Flying?

[moonlit-ivy-writes]

Moonlight

Yoongi x Reader

The sun is setting

And you’re right here by my side

And the movie’s playing

But we won’t be watching tonight

Every look, every touch

Makes me wanna give you my heart

I be crushin’ on you, baby

Stay the way you are.

Yoongi stretched out his back before settling his sleepy self between your legs, using your thighs as a pillow. It had caught you a bit off guard, you two would cuddle often…but not like this. This felt different.

You wrapped your arms around your best friends shoulders, laying your hands on his chest tracing calligraphy into his slightly toned pectorals. He’d shift under your touch.

You could feel his back rise and fall with every carless breath he took. He was calm, but you were no where near that.

Every time Yoongi would get really close to you, an empty void would absorb your stomach and a hunger for something would fill your bloodstream. A buzz of energy would bounce across your nerves every time he touched your skin. It was becoming more and more apparent that you were attracted to him. But that’s a secret for now.

He’d laugh at the comedy that was playing ever so often, and mumble commentary under his breath. You were too busy starring at his porcelain face reflect in the moonlight seeping through the window. He looked so angelic.

‘Cause I never knew, I never knew

You could hold moonlight in your hands

‘Til the night I held you

You are my moonlight

Moonlight

Uncontrollable nerves struck your core, as you caught yourself falling deeper into a fantasy playing on a loop in your head. I love him.

“Do you need anything to drink?” You asked, forcing your brain to change subject. You nudged him up off you, he replied with a whine not liking being disturbed from his comfortable position. He pushed you back down onto the couch.

He let the weight if his body fall down onto you so you couldn’t move, laying his head down on your chest. “Youre so comfy YN, I don’t need a drink, don’t move please.” He looked up at you under a soft gaze. It made your heart jump into your throat. Suddenly you could use that drink.

His brows furrowed noticing your expression. “Are you okay? Do you not like the movie? We can do something else.” He reached his hand up to your face, cupping your jawline, letting his thumb caress you’re cheek. Now stained with blush.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, succumbing to the intrusive thoughts that littered your mind with all of the different ‘activities’ Yoongi and You could do at the moment, in this position. Heat pooled in your stomach. No it was lower.

‘I-I just wanna be here with you.” You whispered somehow out of breath. There’s a spark in his eyes, and a shift in the way he looked at you. He gave you a coy smile as he traced his fingertips over your lower lip. Was he teasing you?

You bit down on your lower lip, trying to hold in the lust thats taking over your body. His thumb pulled your lip back gentility, pulling down and forcing your lips to open, sliding his index in your mouth. You bit again, this time on his finger, testing the waters, before sucking on the digit. Yoongi just spoke softly, “I love you.” For the first time your body was as calm as he appeared to be.

I kiss his fingertips

As I’m wishing he’s all mine

He’s giving me Elvis

With some James Dean in his eyes

Puts his lips on my neck

Makes me want to give him my body

I be fallin’ for you, baby

And I just can’t stop

You couldn’t believe it, your best friend was peppering love bites into your neck. His tongue trailed up and down your shoulder blade. The way his breath absorbed into your skin, made you greedy. You craved

He impatiently pulled at your hips, rutting his down into yours so you can feel how desperately hard he was. Yoongi was showing a new side of himself you had never witnessed before. His demeanor was no longer calm.

“Why don’t we turn the movie off, yeah?” He cleared his throat, before standing up and pulling you with him. He twirled you around by your hand, taking in his new found vision of you, he had never looked at you in this light before. “The moonlight, makes you look so beautiful YN,” He spun you around one more time, before pulling you in for a deep, eager kiss.

Yoongi palmed the back our your head, locking your lips onto his, he was never gonna let this moment go.

He led you into his bedroom, never leaving your captivating lips, not wanting to break for a second. You two were entranced in each others desire. He gracefully stripped you down. Where as you were struggling with his belt, the nerves from before raging in your hands causing them to shake. This was really happening right now.

Yoongi took the lead and helped rid himself of these inconvenient clothes. You settled your hands into your chest, taking in a deep breath and distracted your apprehension and admired his beautiful bare skin. He looked so ethereal.

His fingertips grace your curves. That first touch sent chills chasing through your core. You tried to grasp onto the feeling, squeezing your thighs together. You were floating.

“My moonlight,” he whispered in your ear. Ascending into the stars.

Sweet like candy

But he’s such a man

He knows just what it does

When he’s holding me tight

And he calls me “Moonlight” too