#DISTANT SMILE (andrei.)

[willowsnook]

Vodka,Hawaiian punch, tall

andrei iosivas x bsf!reader

it's always been you

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Being best friends with an NFL player definitely had its perks, but getting to meet your favorite football stars? That was the real highlight. After the Bengals wrapped up their game against the Cardinals, you found yourself on the field, chatting with Andrei and Ja'Marr when you spotted Kyler Murray talking to Joe Burrow.

Your eyes lit up, and without a second thought, you looked up at Andrei with your best puppy-dog expression. "Please, please introduce me to Kyler Murray."

Andrei raised an eyebrow at you, clearly not impressed. "Why do you want to meet him so badly?" There was a hint of something—jealousy?—in his tone.

"He was the quarterback at OU when I was there! He’s my guy," you said as if that were the most obvious thing in the world. Ja'Marr, sensing the tension, smirked at Andrei, clearly enjoying the moment.

"I’ll take you over, Y/N," Ja'Marr offered, his voice teasing. Andrei immediately shot him a glare.

"No, I’ll do it," Andrei grumbled. "Come on."

You barely had time to register the shift in his mood as he led you across the field. When you reached Joe and Kyler, Andrei greeted Kyler with a casual handshake before introducing you. Kyler gave you a wide, charming grin, and your heart skipped a beat as you practically swooned. Andrei’s jaw clenched in response.

"It’s so great to meet you!" you said eagerly, almost too excited. "I was at OU the same time as you. You’re a legend!"

Kyler grinned, clearly flattered. "That’s awesome! Did you make it to a lot of games?"

"Every one," you gushed, your smile widening. "You’re a superstar." You could have sworn Kyler blushed a little, but you didn’t notice the way Andrei’s expression darkened. You got your picture with Kyler, quickly posting it to your socials with a cheeky caption about meeting one of your favorite players.

Later, after discussing post-game plans, you headed back to your place to change. Your roommate, Sarah, was waiting for you in the living room when you finished getting ready.

"Going to seal the deal with Andrei tonight?" she teased as she grabbed her purse.

"I wish," you grumbled. It was no secret to any of your friends that you had a crush on him but he was completely clueless. It seemed like nothing you did clicked with him and you were too much of a pussy to tell him straight up but you wore his jersey each week for fuck's sake.

When you arrived at the bar, Andrei was already there, sitting quietly and fidgeting with his straw, his usual playful energy noticeably absent. You slid into the booth next to him, nudging his arm lightly.

"You okay?" you asked, noticing his distant expression.

He nodded, not looking at you, still silent. As the night went on, more teammates joined, and the bar grew louder, but Andrei stayed unusually quiet, barely engaging with anyone.

Finally, you’d had enough. Grabbing his arm, you pulled him away from the group, dragging him out onto the bar’s patio.

"Alright, what’s going on?" you asked, crossing your arms, eyes locked on him.

"Nothing," he muttered, looking away.

"You’ve been acting weird all night," you pressed. "What’s up?"

He hesitated for a moment before finally blurting out, "The picture of you and Kyler... it was nice. I can get you his number if you want."

You smirked, finally catching on. "Why would I want his number?"

Andrei crossed his arms defensively. "I don’t know, you seemed into him."

"Nah," you teased, a playful glint in your eye. "I’m into someone else."

Andrei’s jaw tightened, and he sighed heavily. "Oh. Well... okay," he mumbled, looking dejected. "I’ll leave you to it then."

As he turned to walk back inside, you grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks. "Andrei, stop."

He looked down at you, confused, and you took a deep breath, your heart racing. "It’s you, dummy," you said softly, a small smile tugging at your lips. "It’s always been you."

His eyes widened, and for a moment, he just stared at you, the weight of your words slowly sinking in. "Really?" he finally asked, his voice soft, filled with disbelief.

You nodded, biting your bottom lip nervously. "Yeah, really."

Andrei let out a slow breath, his entire demeanor shifting. His expression softened, the tension in his jaw fading as a smile spread across his face. He took a step closer to you, his hand hesitantly brushing against yours. "You’ve got no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear that."

You blinked, surprised. "What do you mean?"

He chuckled softly, running a hand through his hair. "I thought it was obvious. The way I’ve been around you, always wanting to be near you… I was too scared to mess up what we have. I didn’t want to lose you."

Your heart raced as the realization hit you. The late-night conversations, the way his gaze lingered on you a little too long, the subtle touches—it all made sense now. You laughed lightly, shaking your head. "We’ve both been so stupid."

Andrei grinned, the tension between you two dissolving as he stepped even closer, his hand now fully holding yours. "Guess we have."

For a moment, the world around you seemed to disappear. The sounds of the bar, the noise of people talking and laughing inside, faded into the background as Andrei reached up and gently cupped your face, his thumb brushing your cheek. "I don’t want to waste any more time," he whispered, his gaze locking with yours.

Your heart fluttered at his words, and without hesitation, you leaned into him, your lips meeting his in a soft, tender kiss.

When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathless but smiling. Andrei rested his forehead against yours, still holding you close.

And as you stood there, wrapped in his embrace, you knew that nothing would ever be the same between you two—but it was a good thing. Because for the first time, you both understood what had been right in front of you all along.

[elly-grace]

I can't do this anymore

Joe x reader

word count: 4k

(idk what to put as a gif for this one so low-key annoyed looking. Joey works lmfao)

You were sitting in the kitchen, lights dimmed. Your  tea kettle was beeping, signaling that your water was warm enough to brew your tea. It was 3 am and your husband still isn't home. Joe had been showing up in the middle of the night, just to avoid you. It had been going on since you found out you were pregnant four months ago. You were so tired of waking up in an empty bed and your husband avoiding you. So you decided to wait until he came home. Which was a decision you were starting to regret. 

You took out your phone and called your brother. 

“Sam.” 

Your brother could tell you were crying, it was like his special 6th sense. He always knew when you  were upset or hurt. You were trying to stop crying but the tears kept cascading down your rosy cheeks. 

“Give me 20 minutes.” 

He sighed and you could hear him shuffling around his house then get into his car. The phone call ends and you knew your brother was on his way. As you were  waiting your eyes started to get heavy and the only thought on your mind was sleep. Just as you started to give into the desires of sleep, you heard a car door close. Hoping it was your husband you hopped up from the stool at the counter and ran to the door. To your dismay, there at the front door stood your brother.

“I used the spare key, you look terrible.” 

“Thanks Sam.” You said sarcastically. “Joe hasn’t been home since last night. I think he’s cheating on me.” 

Sam came to hug you, and started rubbing the back of your head. This has always calmed you down ever since you were little. 

“I doubt that. You know he��s always talking about you during practice and how excited he is to be a dad.” 

“Then why doesn’t he come home to me at night?” 

Sam sighed, “I’m not sure.” 

Suddenly the garage door opened. Joe stormed in absolutely drunk. 

“Joe where have you been?” 

“Don’t worry about it Sam.” 

Sam grabs Joe by the collar of his shirt. 

“I will worry, because my pregnant sister is staying up till all hours worrying about you!” 

“I don’t know why this involves you.” 

“BECAUSE SHE'S MY SISTER!” 

“I can't do this anymore Joe” you sighed, walking out of the house. Tears start streaming down your face as you walk along the sidewalk in the pouring rain. 

“Y/N PLEASE COME BACK. I CAN EXPLAIN!” 

You just continued to walk, ignoring Joe's slurred pleas.

You didn’t know how long you were walking, but knew you’d continue until you made it to your best friend's house. 

When you got to his house you knocked on the door hoping he was awake. He immediately ran to the door and hugged you. 

“What’s happened? Joe called me in a panic, he said you left him.” 

“Andrei, I’m pregnant and tired. Can we please talk about it in the morning?” 

He sighed and let you inside, you had some clothes here because you often came here. Although unsure if any of them would fit, your baby bump, although small, was still there. Andrei had a feeling he knew what you were thinking so he grabbed one of his sweatshirts and handed it to you. 

“Thank you.” 

He smiled. 

“You know I have to let Joe know you're here, he’s really worried.” 

“I doubt he was that worried, if he truly cared he wouldn’t be out till 3 drinking. He’d be home with me!” 

You shouted. 

Andrei knew the reason Joe was being distant and now felt like the best time to reveal it. 

“You know I love you and you're my best friend, but you’ve been kinda bitchy recently. You won’t let Joe touch you, and the one time he did you started to cry and pulled away.”

“So-“

Andrei cut you off 

“I wasn’t done. He’s scared of touching you now because he’s afraid he’ll hurt you or the baby. He's afraid he’s going to be a bad father and he’s afraid that you don’t love him anymore!”  

“I love Joe more than anything in the world. How could he think I don’t?”

You let Andreis words sink in a bit more.

“He thinks he's going to be a bad father? That couldn’t be further from the truth. I-” you pause holding back the tears that threatened to spill again. “I need to speak with him, can you drive me home please?”

Andrei just nods in response and you both get into his car. Once back at the burrow house you exit the car and run inside and hug Joe.

“I’m so sorry Joe, I didn’t mean to make you feel like you'd be a bad father. I know you'll  be a great one.”  

Joe was taken by surprise but leaned in closer to the hug now slightly more sober. 

“I love you Joe”

“I love you too, baby”

[fancyfeathers]

Father Like Daughter (Masterlist) Guys I kinda realized something about my little series about the children of Yandere MTP characters and their darlings…

They are a mirror of their parents and their allies, filling the same roles but wanting the exact opposite…

Eloise of course fills the same role William does, the mastermind, feeling like how she is the one who has to figure everything out. She is a human who has a breaking point and when she reaches that point she cannot even handle her own emotions. She grew up not knowing how to handle her emotions besides covering up all the confusion and pain with a smile which hurts even more.

Madeline fills the same role as Louis, she feels isolated from her sister and cousins. She just wants to help in anyway she can but she is not strong or smart like them so she tries to push herself to keep up. She wants to prove that she is not that foolish little girl who believes she is the only weakness Eloise has and wants to protect her like she protected Madeleine. But in the process of this all she is loosing herself in supporting everyone else.

Andrei is like Albert, at first when Eloise attempted to get in the way of their parents he could not understand and now he blames himself for hurting her and sees himself as the cause of her problems and tries to make up for that and now that they are going back down that road together he will blame himself if anything goes wrong.

Hyacinth is like Fred, she has a pure soul and heart and just wants to help people in need but she full well knows she does not have the strength or energy to keep up. She is distant from everyone else because she grew up so separated from them because of the extra care she needed due to her condition. She wants to be apart of things but because of the anxiety she suffers from it is hard to push herself to do the same things the others do.

Marguerite mirrors Sebastian, she is fiercely loyal but the thing is she is loyal because they are her family and she does not want to see Eloise get physically hurt. She goes through the stages of grief when she finds out who her father and uncles really are, people she admired and she feels betrayed. She goes through denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and then acceptance, but there is another stage of grief which is revenge and she refuses to what they want to come to be reality, fueled by anger and Eloise’s alternate plan to save lives instead of taking them.

[shotbyafool]

Great Comet lyrics which will eternally cause me to fall to my knees:

I used to be better, I used to be better, I used to be better (x2)

I'm different from you, I'm different from you, I still want to do something -- Or do you struggle too? I pity you, I pity me, I pity you

I love him, I know him

BOLKONSKY: I can hurt you, MARY & BOLKONSKY: I can hurt you, MARY: But I never, ever, ever, ever would

Oh God, I'm frightened, Oh God, I've aged so very much

I disgust myself

I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you

And your childlike eyes, and your distant smile, I'll never be this happy again

We've done this all before, we were angels once; don't you remember?

Maybe he'll come today, maybe he came already, and he's sitting in the drawing room... and I simply forgot

PIERRE: How dare you touch her?, DOLOKHOV: You can't love her

Oh my mother, my angel, my adored angel mother

Sleep it off, and be happy; we live to love another day

Did I ever look up and see the moon, and the stars, and the sky? Oh, why have I been sleeping?

They say we are asleep until we fall in love, we are children of dust and ashes, but when we fall in love we wake up, and we are a God and angels weep; but if I die here tonight, I die in my sleep

But then why am I screaming? Why am I shaking? Oh God, is there something that I missed? Did I squander my divinity? Was happiness within me the whole time?

I will stand in the dark for you, I will hold you back by force

No, I am well. There's a war going on

PIERRE: You told me once a fallen woman should be forgiven, ANDREI: But I didn't say that I could forgive; I can't

NATASHA: Peter Kirilovich... PIERRE: Pierre

If I were not myself, but the brightest, handsomest, best man on earth, and if I were free, I would get on my knees this instant and ask you for your hand. And for your love.

And glancing at Pierre... oh, Pierre...

Mankind seems so pitiful, so poor, compared to that softened, grateful last glance she gave me through her tears

The comet said to portent untold horrors and the end of the world, but for me, the comet brings no fear; no, I gaze joyfully

[unforgivenn]

From your ask game:

For Noah:

11) do you have any phobias?

12) have you ever killed? would you?

For Andrey:

18) what would an ideal victim be like?

19) favourite tool/instrument?

From this ask game

Masterlist

11) Do you have any phobias?

"Phobias?" Noah's eyes glazed over as if reliving a distant memory. "Yes... I do." He swallowed hard, his voice trembling. "I'm terrified of small spaces. When I was younger, my.. my dad used to lock me in a small, dark room as punishment. I could barely move, couldn't see anything... felt like the walls were closing in on me."

He shuddered, his breath quickening. "I can still hear my own sobs echoing off the walls. Every time I'm in a small space now, I can't breathe. The panic... it just takes over." His eyes met yours. "It's like I'm back in that room, all over again."

12) Have you ever killed? Would you?

"No, I... I've never killed anyone," Noah admitted, his voice trembling with a mixture of fear and revulsion. "I couldn't... I can't even imagine taking another person's life. I-It's... It's..." He took a deep breath before continuing. "It's not who I am. I-I won't become like those sadistic fuckers. If I get out of here.. no.. when I get out of here, I'll make sure I get out without hurting anyone. I'm not like them and nor will I ever be."

18) What would an ideal victim be like?

"Someone who breaks easily but isn't completely useless. They need to have enough spirit to be entertaining, but not so much that they become a real problem. Someone who learns quickly, who understands their place with minimal resistance. They should be intelligent enough to follow orders but not clever enough to scheme against me. Something I know Noah will be sooner or later."

Andrey's smile would widen, a glint of sadistic pleasure in his eyes. "And of course, they should know they're mine, body and soul."

19) favorite tool/ instrument?

"I must say, the knife holds a special place in my heart. It's intimate, you see. A whisper of steel against flesh, a dance of precision and control."

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low, chilling murmur. "With a knife, you can carve away layers, peel back the facade to reveal the raw, vulnerable core beneath. It's a tool of transformation, of stripping away everything until there's nothing left but submission."

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[avareiahgt]

This is a short introduction to the main characters.

Warnings: mention of death, mention of violence

First and previous / Next

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ACT I, PART I: NOT JUST A TEST

That day was not a day, it was The Day and I wasn't going to fail. I spent the day thinking about nothing but victory. On my mind, we were alone: the sand, the finish line and me. A lot of participants aimed to my position and were around me, but I was all alone inside my head.

I trained for a whole year. I failed the last annual recruitment exam because I couldn't end the race on time even if I got in the top five on written test. That was last year. Now, I meant to do it well. I didn't think about waste so many months and sleepless nights of study because of some stupid seconds as the past year.

Alarm ringed and everything went so fast. My feet searched for the soft sand to support, my eyes saw the fastest candidates's backs. Meanwhile, other candidates only could see mine. My ears could only listen to the repetitive sound of my sports hitting the ground and the hard tries of my lungs to keep the breathing efficient enough for the exercise.

My vision was full of the finish line, but I didn't stop or slow. Even when I exceeded it, my feet kept running. Some seconds later, my brain understood that I had to stop at some point: it was done. When I finally collapsed putting my weight in the last wall inside the facility, the finish ring filled the room. I had passed the finish lane before the ringing... So that meant... I did it. I actually did it!

That was the exact second when energy leak left me actually exhausted, so much that my knees threated to letting me fall. Luckily, before my own body betrayed me, two strong and hard arms avoided my fall. Marian's copper and messy hair looked up at me. Her honey eyes were studying me with some mix of fascination and approval.

—You did it on time! — she nodded while talking to me. My face said that I wasn't understanding a single word that was being spoke to me.

—What? — I inquired, misplaced.

—We have passed the ultimate test. We are now part of the team— at the end, all my efforts had been compensated by those words. Marian had done the favor of speak them out loud, making them a reality.

The more I tried to keep my knees straight, the more I was dragged by my imagination where I found some extraordinary places never seen before, new useful species and came back home to stay during winter each year, ready to tell my family and friends about my adventures.

The way to the shower was, at least, surreal, a distant memory with the blood bombing through my temples, not because of the physical effort, but the emotion of fulfilling my objective. This was my first step and I could only imagine the bigger ones that would come after this one.

I relaxed more than enough under the hot stream after years of tension and worries. Then it slapped me: the urgent need to jump, to cry, to scream, to laugh my ass off, everything at the same time. I did my best to retain those emotions and made an exertion to make my way back home.

Marian was waiting me at the exit and I met her with a high-five, no need of words. We started heading home, it was nice that she lived in the same direction as me.

On our way back, we gazed at sunset while slow walking. At some point, she asked to stop by a bakery alleging she deserved it because of all her efforts. I didn't find myself strong enough to resist my sweet-teeth, so I decided to wait outside. A minute after her entry, the doorbell sang.

—I'm glad you regretted it, pastries take half life to leave hips...—I started my lecture to Marian for her to hold her line. But that wasn't Marian's face what I confronted. Andrei's handsome face appeared outside the door with two loaves of bread, he looked at me like I was crazy.

—I'm just buying bread this time, but I guess it's a helpful advice— he said with a silent smile. He spoke quietly, almost muttering. He always had been a disciplined, strict and beautiful guy.

Andrei Jabenski had nothing special but, to my eyes, he was the hottest guy in the whole city. Pretty smart, serious, looking for a teacher position, he had a bright white skin and glasses that intensified his mature appearance. We had been classmates for some years but our ways separated when he started college and I looked for a military life.

Neither of us could deny we had something strange between us, some kind of inexplicable magnetism that kept me telling crap whenever I was near him. Lucky me, years built that kind of confidence that would allow us both to do stupid things without being judged by the other one. I sticked to the illusion of him thinking I was just funny, not the simple idiot I was in real life.

His mature looking was companied with black t-shit and corduroy pants. He was just a year older than me, but he looked so prepared for a serious job, a home and tons of children. In some way, I envied him. But I was not a good one with kids. I also didn't need a partner, I only could think about my adventures. Anyway, that didn't mean I would not spend some intimate nights with someone like Andrei.

—I'm sorry, Andrei—I knew how to apologize very well, what I didn't mastered was the art of hiding my ugly tomato-like face—. I am waiting for some military fellow that just entered the shop. I hoped she would have regretted it but I'm seeing it's nothing like that...—truth came nervously from my mouth with a hysteric laugh I could not control. I just wished the ground swallowed me whole.

—No problem at all, but tell me more— he came near my side, leaning on a streetlight on my left, so close to me—. That sounds like you have hit your goal, is it? Have they been so hard on you with those tests?

Every soul in Berhem already knew I wasn't one to dedicate my life to family or some boring job, but most of the population there did exactly that. That was why amounts of people kept asking me annoying questions and giving me advices I didn't ask for: haven't you passed the exam yet?; Have you thought about studying economics? It suits you; You are pretty, you should use it to find some good man and inherit the familiar business... Arg! All those stupid blabbers... They always got on my nerves even when I was trying not to.

—Yes, sir! Today, just an hour ago—I clarified with proud. Did I impress him?

—Congrats! I wouldn't be tough enough to make it— he whistled.

—Of course you would be! You are way smarter than me and you are so hard-working— I started but he silenced me putting a finger on my lips.

—Don't be like that, you deserve it— he cleared his throat—. It is an special day and you should be giving it to yourself—a white smile appeared on his face.

I though briefly about that.

Bye bye, sister, daughter and student's boring life. Welcome, new world.

Marian left me at home. We said goodbye with a smile.

—See you tomorrow. And be punctual, they are going to give us our first uniform— she reminded me.

—I will try to be on time with all my strength— I said smiling.

Once I crossed the front door, the weight of three gazes fell over me. My mother's dark eyes, like the ones my brother and I had, and the blue ones that belonged to my father, were there. Even with the color difference all of them asked the same question, silently.

—Dear family...—I lowered my voice and locked eyes with each one of them— I'm in!!

The next second, they were all over me, my body buried under them in a tight hug. The world stopped for a second while I had a deep look at my home. Entry opened directly to the living room with yellow painted walls and it was full of familiar treasures. Leo's test books were atop the big and round wood table where we had breakfast and dinner every single day, for him to soon take the exam access for superior school; the kitchen bar connected with that space, full of flowers -my father loved them and brought one new vase every week-. Every little detail reminded me that I had never been away from the house that saw me born.

From time to time, my family calmed themselves and asked me for explanations.

—Initiation ceremony and uniform delivery are tomorrow. Then they are holding a little party and take all of us to a survival training— my mother's smile faded and I felt that hitting my soul as she opened her mouth to protest, but I was faster than her and kept talking to make my point— . It's not a mission, they just want us to prove what we can do against the wild exterior. We are MFEI, no less. We can't waste our time inside the limits waiting for something we are not prepared or aware of... We need to deal with all kind of situations.

—What if it happens something to you out there? — my mother asked, referring to the expert supervisor that, in her head, should protect me from every evil in the world.

—Corine, Hanna is old enough to decide if she will go or not— my father intervened, voice full of distrust same as my mother's—. She has been training so much time for this to work and now she's doing it. It is the moment for her to start the adult life path.

My father, as usual, was right. I was 19 -two months left- and I had never had something so clear for me than this.

—Listen to me— I commanded—, I'm gonna learn how to deal with birds, foxes, adverse weather conditions...—I thought of the last words deciding if I should keep them for me, but they slipped away— maybe even with giants— I regretted it the second those words left my lips. Fear filled my parent's eyes.

—They can't do that, it's so dangerous for kids like you to study those aberrations— my mother said.

My father meditated it for a while.

—I agree with your mother, it's so dangerous. That encounter would end on an abrupt and absurd death.

Leo stayed quiet, but opened his eyes when the giant theme went up.

—Are you going to fight them? How are you going to avoid being crushed with a single hand? No, one finger would be enough to...— he was starting to get nervous. Every kid was afraid of giants. Their dreams were crowned by huge evil monsters that seemed like people ready to crush them or letting them fall form an unimaginable height.

—Don't you worry, I am not afraid of giants. They are the ones that should be afraid of me, even if they don't know me yet— Leo was only twelve. I had to stand strong for him.

The following day I stayed punctual at the very boring ceremony where they told us about honor and promotion and blah blah blah. I couldn't care less about those things, all I needed was to learn about the outside.

At the end, I looked for Marian and collided with a superior who looked a bit older than me. He was big, strong, hair almost white with a dark golden skin. So attractive, I must say. Also seemed eccentric.

—I'm so sorry— I whispered getting my head down. He grabbed my chin with a hand and made me look at his eyes. He was not so tall, but taller than me.

—Dear, look where you are going, it could cost you a hand or more in battlefield— he told me with exquisite manners. I got stucked there, not knowing what to do while he winked at me and, like nothing happened, continued his way.

When I turned around Marian intercepted me with another girl whose name I didn't remember. We met her during trainings but never talked a lot.

—That was no other than Markus Kingson! —the girl -Beth, I remembered later- was in the verge of shouting or faint. Or both.

—Who? — I asked. They looked at me like I was crazy. How important was that man?

—He's the youngest cadette in MFEI that made it to the 4th range only in three years— Marian explained, Beth nodding at her side. Both of them glanced at the boy from the distance.

—What did he say to you? — they asked at the same time, then looked at each other with complicity and wait for my answer.

—I'm not sure if he threatened me or what... I tripped on him and then apologized— their mouths heavily open. I knew that telling this out loud was far more incredible than it really was, specially since the two of the already declared themselves, non-officially, fangirls of him.

—He is a gentleman, he would never do that— Beth said.

The truth was, I wasn't sure if it was threat, an advice or a warning. Even I thought, for a second, that his words contained some kind of flirtation. Nevermind, it could have been nothing. Whatever, I wasn't about to pay attention to something like that right now.

We kept talking about the following day training. Marian wanted to go party and then heading to the camp without a drop of sleep. Beth appealed at our common sense and suggested to go to sleep before sunset in order to wake up early and fresh the next day. I proposed a mid-term idea, so we went to grab some drinks and then went home after having some fun.

We weren't friends, more like workmates. No one had told me that I would miss even that.

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The metal compass hitted the wall and left a mark on it. I looked at it, enraged. A new mark among countless others. I wasn't one with bad temper but I felt burned up when some concept scaped my comprehension.

—Stupid modern buildings and stupid modern design, what's wrong with baroque? — I muttered pressing both my eyes with my left hand. I had stayed in the same position for hours, focused on the project that should be ended and displayed in three days. Even I didn't think it could get approved.

I looked absently to the design table. It was beautiful, useful and expensive. One project to end college and then I would be a little boss in some weird project for a random company and got stressed out every day for the rest of my life. Awesome. It was time to play the piano, I thought, picturing on my mind how I would pet the white keys, its sound floating in the air. I savored the thought and then went for it, ending my work for that day.

I arrived to the living room only to sit down in front of the piano and light a cigarette. I took a drag on it. Then another one. And a third one before I started feeling better. Even if it would kill me in the end, life was far better with a cigarette at hand.

Calmly, I started playing with one hand. Then, both and the notes slowly took the shape of a song. I played until midnight without even think about neighbors: the flat under mine was empty, the one above mine was inhabited by an old couple that they could only talk to each other shouting, and a divorced nurse lived in the one in front of mine, she worked at nights in order to attend her two sons during the day.

My head spined looking for some smoke, finding the cigarette totally consumed by itself. I played with the idea of lighting one more. It always happened the same, I kept playing only to find that I had nothing to take to my lips.

I had a habit to play without partiture, just giving voice to my feels. I had composed a lot of song, even a couple of them had been bought and became some musical successes after small changes were added to them. That paid off college.

I wasn't the emotional type, nor the chatty one. But even when I thought piano fulfilled me from the inside, I hit a wall. Something inside was missing, empty. For some time, I expected that feeling to be because of the lack of company, but ended up discarding that. Also, I didn't like people that much, so I preferred spend it with some close friends than waste it on huge parties. Unlucky me, I couldn't scape the ordes of people I had to deal with every day.

I woke up, took my clothes away and got into bed. The next day was one more of facing things I didn't like.

[egittae]

Ough the damn paint- he needed to find some water source to wash it off. Or at least pray that water was enough to make it come off.

He let out a sigh, unsurprised by the vague response. Though he and Andrei had managed to get decently far in their communications the young man still seemed distant and avoidant as ever in certain moments- and Lambert had nothing to press him on it.

“An agreement…? Why is that, did you two have a fight?” He continued with a gentle tone, making it clear that he wasn’t angry. As awful as it felt to be left in the dark about it all, he’d let it go for the time being as Andrei already seemed stressed enough. Anything more would be unnecessary. 

Lambert stared at him, slightly surprised at first, before shaking his head. “Please, there is no need to apologize for that.” A brief pause then, as he chose his words. Indeed, the few weeks have been…taxing, extremely so. On Lambert’s end he hadn’t gotten a single moment of peace, and on Andrei’s…while the professor didn’t know what he truly went through, Lambert did know that the sea disturbed the archer, and after having been exposed to it for more than a moon…

“I need you to keep your composure in situations where faltering could lead to your demise. In a battle, or in a delicate moment before an ambush, a mission…those are moments where I do need you to keep focused and composed, otherwise your safety might be put at risk.” He then crossed his arms. “However, not everywhere is a battlefield. There is…no weakness, in letting yourself shed tears and remain true to your feelings. If your heart is hurting and you find yourself in the company of someone you trust, let it cry out.”

“Pain does not discriminate, Andrei. I will never think less of you for hurting or losing composure in my presence. It is only human.” A gentle smile bloomed in his features. Perhaps it would’ve looked better without the ghastly makeup, but it was what he could manage at the moment. "And there is no shame in being human. Be kind to yourself, my boy."

Now that the game had reached its end, Lambert could finally focus on thinking straight. And first of all…he needed to clear up something. Still smeared in clown makeup- though he had already discarded the frilly accessory that had been placed around his neck, he approached Andrei. “You and Kliff did well out there. Great job. Ah…well, I must also apologize for my reply to you before, it was a tad dry…as you saw, I was not exactly at my best condition.” That was an understatement.

“But there is something else I would like to talk to you about. I…” He still remembered how he had hugged the young man and felt him shuddering- crying in his arms. “...what happened, Andrei? I only heard some rumors and stray words in regards to you and some girls, in particular Bernadetta. Just…what happened?”

By the time the other pair exited the maze for the final time (quicker, he notes, than the first time they'd entered), Andrei had dismounted, a hand combing listlessly through Buttermilk's mane for lack of anything better to do. He looks up, slightly startled at the fact that Professor Lambert's face still looked like that — does the paint not come off?? — before shaking his head at the other's words.

"There is nothing to apologize for," he says quietly. As Lambert continues with his question, though, Andrei lowers his head, taking an involuntary step closer to his steed, eyes glued to Buttermilk's mane as though it held the answers to all his problems.

"...It's nothing to be concerned about," he finally answers. He'd all but fled from Lambert's sight the moment he had calmed enough to do so, and had hoped his air of nonchalance would simply bury the interaction in both their minds, but of course, that is an absurd wish. Of course he'd ask.

"Bernadetta and I have... come to an agreement." And that part isn't even false, though it's probably the only one of his interactions in the previous weeks that had a positive outcome. Andrei closes his eyes, letting out a slow exhale. "The previous weeks have been... taxing, is all," he admits carefully, still not meeting the professor's gaze, "I— I'm sorry for losing my composure in your presence, Professor."

[skjeinon]

the all star break

andrei svechnikov x reader x brady skjei

warnings: smut. just smut, no plot. 3some. rewrite from my ao3. dirty smut? unprotected sex, and slight breeding themes, nothing graphic.

word count: 3400 (ish)

summary: brady comes over after leaving something during team board game night… you know the deal.

The week had come in february, all star week. the beloved week where me and andrei could finally relax for once, laying in each other’s presence with no words and just lazy cuddles and binge watching TV between icy practices in the morning.

it was midway in the afternoon, edging on 2 when andrei and i laid together on the couch, my body nestled underneath his own. distant noise filled the room, a somber playlist playing over the surround sound of the living room. both of us had been staring holes into our phones as we laid together, our breath synced. silence laid between us like a hazy fog before he broke it, his thick accent sharp like a knife.

“skjeisys coming over, if that’s okay. he left some stuff here the other night during our game night.” andrei looked down at me, noticing my head pushed back so my eyes could meet his.

“okay, that’s alright” a smile formed on my face, leaning up to place a kiss on his lips. his lips met mine, he seemed hungry and needy as he met me in the kiss. his hand came up underneath my chin, his hand slowly wrapping around my neck, gently squeezing before his fingers lingered along my soft skin.

“andrei…” i whispered under my breath as he kept a lose touch on my neck. our bodies shifted, his legs untangling from mine as i sat up between our bodies, then placing myself in his lap. my hands around his neck as he placed his palm against the back of mine, holding my steady. our kiss continued, even deepening.

“baby..” he mumbled, i ignored the slight protest from him as i pressed my tongue against his. i could feel him against the skimpy shorts i tramped around the apartment in, trying not to make a noise when he’d shift, pressing himself into me. my hands played with the soft hair that fell around his face on a day without work.

“he’ll be here soon…” he mumbled, moving his face down into the crook of my neck, pressing gentle kisses to my skin before finding my pulse.

“you’re the one who’s… fuck.. still going!” i mumbled sweetly as he sucked the soft spot in my neck. he continued as his phone buzzed. i grabbed it to see brady had texted him again

“he’s a few minutes away..” i spoke gently, between soft gasps. “we have time.” Andrei continued to bite down my neck, gently pulling my shirt up and over my head.

i didn’t protest, i couldn’t, it felt so good. he hadn’t been like this in weeks. reaching behind my back, he unclipped my bra before removing it and moving down to bite down on my nipple. it was fast and unexpected, causing me to let out a gasp before my fingers tightened in his hair, his golden locks curling around my fingers.

“andrei.. please” soft whimpering and little whines, grinding against him, he placed his hands against my hips, holding me still against his hips, as he kept biting down my body. quickly time slipped away before there was a knock at the apartment door.

“fuck-“ i spoke as andrei looked up, pulling away from my chest. andrei got up, grabbing a blanket so i could cover myself while he went to get the door. i covered myself quickly while my shirt and bra were scattered on the floor.

“hey.” brady smiled. svech let him in and brought him to the kitchen. over the island i was on the couch, covering my upper half. the two chatted, looking over at me. they had continued to do what brady had shown up to do and brady got his stuff back before they stood in the kitchen talking. brady finally looked at me and i hadn’t been paying attention to the conversation so i gave him an innocent smile, and i took my arm out from behind the blankets to give him a short wave.

they had sat there and talked for a good few minutes, both glancing over at me as i had sat in silence, looking at my phone again with bare shoulders out of the sheets.

“we could always use help..” andrei mumbled, that you caught.

“oh really?” brady’s hand made it through his growing hair, the grey strands having had fallen over his eyes.

———————

Brady’s chest rose and fell with each breath as my back pressed against his broad chest. i inhaled sharply as his hand engulfed mine, andrei moving down between my legs while i sat in brady’s lap. andrei was using brady to keep my legs separated so he could eat me out without me closing my thighs around his face.

andrei moved down between my legs, slowly pulling the shorts from my body before he took a glance at my panties. he mumbled something under his breath before his tongue met my clothed cunt. he then removed my panties placed them next to my shorts.

“god you’re so wet..” brady mumbled, looking down at the soaked panties on the floor. “and he gets this.. every day of the year.” brady’s breath brushed against the shell of my ear. he began to place kisses against the back of my ear, moving down to my neck while andrei began to kiss up my thighs, his teeth sinking in at one point.

“ngh.. fuck” i huffed, pushing my head back into brady’s shoulder. he watched closely as i moved against andreis tongue, studying how my body reacted to the little things.

Brady slowly pushed his hand up my side, gliding his palm over my skin before gently grabbing at my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers. quietly panting, i pressed my face back, into the crook of his neck, not only embarrassed but overwhelmed as his other hand came up and gently squeezed my neck before pushing two fingers up to my mouth.

“open..” he spoke, sternly, but his voice was calm and gentle compared to andreis when he was demanding. i complied easy, my jaw dropping before he placed his fingers against the warmth of my tongue.

down below, andrei had made work with my cunt, gently sucking, and kissing at my clit. my hips rocked against his face, overstimulated from attention from the two of them.

“fuck…” i attempted to cry out against brady’s fingers. andrei moved his hands up, gripping my hips as he held them down, forcing me from grinding into his face.

“skjeisy… hold her hips down..” he mumbled, brady nodded before taking an arm and placing it over my stomach, spreading his fingers to hold me. andrei moved a hand down and started teasing at my hole, brady had removed his fingers from my mouth, allowing my sounds to break free as his thick fingers pushed into my entrance.

short incoherent whimpers left as he toyed with me, pushing his fingers into me at a pace matched by his tongue against my clit. a fountain of moans fell from my lips as they continued to play with me like an object.

Andrei began speeding up his pace, his fingers long, inserting another one. his fingers grazed over the spot that had me buckling at the knees, my vision becoming blurry as i held back from cumming until i felt brady bite down on my earlobe, the feeling only encouraging me to cum.

i felt the white hot sensation fill my senses, stars bursting behind my eyelids as i covered andreis fingers with my juices. incoherent mumbles formed from words attempting to be spoken were babbled until i couldn’t go on, soon laying into brady’s chest, heavy breaths leaving me.

“god you’re gorgeous when you cum…” brady says in a whisper against my ear, moving down to gentle bite my neck. i quietly panted, pushing my body against his, sharing body heat, being comforted by him as he rubbed his hands down my side, bringing me down from an overstimulated state.

andrei got up, placing his hands beside our legs before gently grabbing my face with a smile. “pretty girl..” he smile before kissing me.

“why don’t we take this to the bedroom? i’m sure she can’t be comfortable like this for much longer.” andrei said looking down at me, as i was leaning against brady, sprawled out. they both nodded before brady picked me up, carrying me to me and andreis bedroom.

as they opened the door, brady laid me down into the soft sheets of the familiar bed. i pushed my head back into the bed… it was so cozy. andrei made a show out of it as he stripped, slowly pulling his shirt over his head and taking everything slow until he was down to his boxers. brady was swift but not messy, he pulled off his shirt and then his shorts and his boxers remained but i couldn’t help but laugh when they were goofy unlike andrei who wore simple, red or black.

they must have had some sort of secret bro messaging system, as they nodded and somehow knew what would happen. andrei got on the bed, leaning over my body before he leaned down to kiss me again. he spoke against my lips, soft and sweet.

“you’re gonna let brady fuck you.. you’ll be a good girl for him, okay? i love you.” he spoke , waiting for my affirmation. i nodded, pulling him down into another kiss before he moved away, getting up, sitting in the chair across from the bed to watch us.

“you’re so pretty.” he mumbled, a small smile on his face. brady leaned down over me, his hands on either side of me as i pushed my hands up behind his neck, getting him to come closer so i could press my lips against his, kissing him.

i pulled him closer, my mouth open in a soft gasp, he pressed his tongue against mine as i opened my mouth for him. gentle breaths left the both of us, his breathing was heavy, but they synced as i tangled my fingers in his hair, reluctant to the kiss ending.

brady soon left my lips, now kissing down my neck, gently sucking at it until he found my pulse, causing me to suck in a sharp breath. andrei watched as he pleased me, he wasn’t jealous but he took notes. andrei knew my body better than anyone else, but watching another man please me just made it easier to tell what he needed to do better on. he tried to ignore the erection in his boxers, but the feeling was straining.

brady continued to move down my body, his hands coming to my chest before his mouth. his large hands giving my breasts a squeeze before i felt his teeth as he gently bit one of my nipples, causing my to throw my head back. my back arching into him, his hand coming under my back to hold me closer. his tongue was flat against my breast before he moved to the other.

“b-brady.. please…” i pleaded, as he looked at me, pulling his mouth away so he could see me.

“cmon.. you can do better then that.” he shook his head, his hair falling over his eyes.

andrei, sitting in the chair had been biting back on his thumb, trying not to give into his urges but as he watched brady finally pull down his boxers, laying his cock against my cunt, he couldn’t take it. he pulled himself out, slowly stroking himself as brady teased me.

“beg for it , baby.” he smiled, his usually kind smile seeming cynical. “cmon.. i know you can.” his cock was heavy against me, he was thick. not as long as andrei but would stretch me out.

“brady, please. i want you.. i’ve needed you for so long.. i just want you to fuck me till i can’t think straight. please!!” i pleaded, begging him like he asked me to.

“for so long? how long, princess.” he was looking down, watching how his cock laid against my folds, before his chocolate eyes bored into mine.

before i answered, i looked over at andrei, looking for an answer. he nodded quickly, licking his lower lip. i looked back at brady

“for a long time.. i told andrei after that fight you guys had when you were on the rangers.. then after you came to the canes, it was all i could think about..” i inhaled sharply, my cheeks were bright red with embarrassment.

“god.. you’re such a slut.” he mumbled.

“i know!! i’m such a fucking whore. please !! just fuck me!!” my hands balled into the sheets, trying so hard to not bust.

the sly smirk on brady’s face said everything that needed to be said before he slid himself into me. with no mercy, he bottomed himself out inside of me, stretching me around him. he sat there for a moment, head tilted forward, hair over his eyes as he let out a strangled groan.

“you’re so fucking tight..” brady groaned as he grabbed my hips, gripping so hard he could bruise me.

a wave of moans and cries left my lips as brady thrusted into me, moving one leg, propping it against his shoulder before reaching down. he placed his hand on my throat, hitting a deeper spot at the new found angle, causing me to see stars as he thrusted. andreis head tilted back with heavy breathing, getting off to the sound of another man using me, especially one of his teammates.

my hands balled into fists, clutching the sheets as he continued to pummel into me. i watched as his face changed with pleasure, he had always been very emotive. his jaw slacked while he pushed his head back, rough groans leaving him. his grey hairs were scattered, only adding to the view he gave me.

“ugh… you feel so good baby…”

my previous orgasm had left my body sensitive and tense and his cock, words and hands didn’t help. i could feel myself getting closer as his hand tightened around my throat.

brady moved his hand down momentarily, pressing it against my stomach, feeling himself where he thrusted into me. “i can feel myself,, right here…” he said, grabbing my hand before pressing it against my tummy.

the feeling of him in my tummy, rearranging my guts before he pulled his hand away, demanding i kept mine in place as he put it back against my throat. he looked down at me, feeling that i was close, and with pleading eyes, he could tell i wanted to cum.

“c-can i cum inside ?” he spoke, his voice was raspy. i nodded, shaking as i felt myself near my climax.

“brady.. i’m so-“ a short moan cut me off. “close. i’m so close.”

“do you wanna cum for me? cum on my cock?” i nodded desperately. “ask andrei.” he responded.

i looked over at him with pleading eyes, the sight of andrei jerking himself off was a sight to remember. “a-andrei.. can i please cum? please..” andreis eyes met mine, his eyes were lidded as he had edged himself, he nodded.

“okay princess.. cum for me, cum on my cock.”

suddenly, as his words left his mouth, a white hot sensation washed over me, my eyes rolled back as they shut tightly. a river of loud moans spilled from my lips.

incoherent moans along with an astounding string of curses left me, and as i reached my climax, so did he. andrei also allowed himself to let go, cum shooting across his stomach, his short groans turning into the sweet moans i cherished in bed. bradys hands moved down, gripping my hips with a bruising sense of strength. his hips were heavy against mine, spilling his cum into me with the effect to have his cum fill me to the brim.

slowly, we came down from the high, not wanting brady to pull out, we sat there for a few minutes, in lingering kisses. eventually he sat up, laying my leg down back to his side as he reluctantly pulled out.

“oh look at that…” he said, biting his lower lip as the cum spilled out of my tired body. “andrei, come look at her..” he smiled . andrei got up, stretching before he came to see where brady’s cum would spill from your cunt. brady had picked your legs up, holding them like a doll. your thighs had squeezed together, playing to the effect of the cum spilling from my cunt.

“she looks so fucking good.” andrei spoke before brady let go of my legs, slowly bringing them back down. brady then moved, sitting on the bed unlike andrei, placing my head to sit on brady’s thigh. andrei had moved between my legs, his hands placing down onto my sides, feeling up my body.

“you’re such a good girl.” he smiled, leaning over me to kiss me gently. i gladly accepted, smiling against his lips. “did brady make you feel good?”

i nodded, glancing back up at brady, watching us as we smothered each other like two love birds. brady moved his hand down, stroking my hair before moving his hand down to gently rub my cheek. his thumb running over my lips as andrei pulled away.

“do you think you can go one more time?” brady said, glancing at andrei. i nodded, feeling andreis hands gently rub my where brady had gripped the sides of my hips, causing bruises to begin forming.

“do you wanna lay on your stomach?” andrei had asked, knowing i liked it when he fucked me from behind anyways. i nodded, my body was weak already.

andrei helped turn my body over, laying my legs down so that my hips would lay against his. he wrapped my legs around him before centering himself, and slowly pushing into me. a gasp escaped my lips, turning into a slow moan as he leaned over me, gently pressing his hand into the small of my back in order to push my arch further inward, making it better for the both of us.

the intimacy buzzing between me and andrei made brady begin to get hard again. “fuck..” he grumbled. i turned my head to look at him, reaching a hand up to stoke him while andrei slowly began to thrust into me.

i pushed my face into the sheets as pleasure overcame me. brady knew how to please me but andrei knew my body better than any one else. he would grab my thighs and place pressure in the right places , causing me to whimper while i continued to stroke brady. brady was a lot louder than andrei, as andrei would concentrate on pleasing me rather than himself so much. but alas, he’d let out soft grunts and groans. when i’m against him, i can feel him tense up. i love holding him when we fuck, just to feel how his body responds to me. i also love when he fucks me while i lay on my back so i can watch his face and how his hair falls over his eyes.

brady pushed his head back, groaning as i stroked him, stroking my thumb over his tip, making him shutter.

andrei leaned over me, placing one hand on my back before placing the other down next to my waist.

“детка…” he blew out, caught up in the feeling of our bodies intertwined. i love when he gets this worked up.

“Я тебя люблю..” he pushed his head down, panting as he thrusted into me. my free hand gripping the sheets as i could feel myself nearing.

i could barley focus on brady as andreis thrusts had me seeing stars.

“oh my god… please… fuck!!” i cried out , sloppily stroking brady’s cock as andreis rhythm faltered.

“do you wanna cum for andrei?” brady mumbled, watching as i panted.

“yes…fuck yes i do!!” i cried out.

“then cum for me baby…” andrei mumbled, grabbing a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back to hear me cry out as i came. i screamed out, cumming as andrei rutted his hips into mine, spilling himself into my already filled cunt. i slowly stroked brady as i struggled to stay composed.

andrei pulled out, watching as his cum spilled out of me, he took his fingers and pushed it back in. “dirty girl..” he smiled, looking back at brady who hadn’t cum again yet.

andrei gently picked me up, holding me in his arms. “hi baby..” he smiled, giving me a kiss on the head. “you’re doing so good, but why don’t you help brady cum one more time.” he said, pushing my hair from my eyes. i let out an exaggerated groan before kissing him quickly, and moving down in front of brady.

“sorry i couldn’t make you cum the first time..” i said, leaning up to give him a gentle kiss.

“it’s alright, princess.. how are you gonna repay me?” he smiled, staring down at me, his eyes were heavy.

andrei had stepped out of the room, going to put on his shorts he had had on before going to grab some food and water for all three of us.

i moved down between brady’s legs again, starting by licking the tip, covered in precum again.

“mmh…” i let out a gentle sound before licking a stripe all the way up his member, taking him into my mouth. he was too big to fully fit in my mouth, leading to him pressing his hand onto the back of my head, slowly pushing me further around his cock.

“oh my god” he groaned out, pushing his head back. he had already neared his finish while i was stroking his cock but he just needed to be pushed over the edge. the edge being my throat on his cock.

“yes baby- im.. fuck me! i’m gonna cum!!” he whined, groans leaving his mouth, he went into a frenzy, taking his two hands against my head, pushing me down further than i could take before he came in my mouth. he let go, realizing i needed to breath, his cum coating my mouth before i pulled off of him, licking the tip before forcing myself to swallow.

“oh look at you.. good girl..” he said, smiling down at me.

i leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his lips, forcing him to taste himself. he placed his hand in my hair, deepening the kiss.

“let’s clean you up.” he said, as he pulled away. brady then helped lay me down,

before grabbing his shorts and pulling them on. he walked into the bathroom that me and andrei shared, finding a clean washcloth. he soaked it in warm water before walking back out.

“spread your legs.” he said, as i shamefully did so, the post nut guilt washing over me, he wiped away where the cum had dried and had begin to spill out of me. “let’s make sure that stays in there…” he said, pushing his fingers in me again, causing me to cry out his name. the strongest bit of sensitivity ruined me. a low chuckle left him as andrei walked back in. sitting down next to me giving me water and some junky food. brady had found a shirt, seeing it was his he handed it to me and i pulled it on before him and andrei helped me get under the covers, laying down between the two of them, their arms draped over me while i quietly ate, turning on the tv to find something to watch.

“thank you..” i mumbled past a few sips of water. andreis face pressed against my neck, i could hear a soft.

“you’re welcome princess, i love you.”

“i love you too…and you too brady.”

causing a soft squeeze around my waist.

[annabelle--cane]

every time I see that post about characters which leave a hole in the story I think about Andrei in Great Comet. (because I can't stop thinking about Great Comet. the whole thing is stuck in my head. help)

who is almost like this, except then he actually shows up. and then he takes this opportunity to be a bit of a dick

the line I'm most obsessed with in the whole thing, I think, is the whiplash in "..like his father,"

it was a interesting choice to do a war and peace adaptation and have the first song repeat over and over that the book's protagonist simply Isn't Here. natasha and pierre speak so warmly of him and then he turns up and is just sort of cold, even acknowledging that he's not meeting his own standards. natasha's defining description of him was childlike eyes and a distant smile and then pierre says he looks gloomy. I suppose in a way, even when andrey appears, the andrey everyone knew still isn't there.

[asleepinlove]

❝ hey, shh, it’s okay. ❞ ~to Andrei

Nothing seemed or felt okay at all, but Natasha’s words and gentle voice still made him a little bit calmer. He felt stupid, to get so upset, and over what? He was miserable, but rationally, he had no reason to be. His life was going well, for Christ’s sake, so why was he still unhappy? As he had been confessing these feelings to Natasha, which he had let build up for far, far too long, he felt guilt. This wasn’t her responsibility. But here she was, consoling him anyway. He didn’t deserve her. “I- thank you,” he murmured, feeling his voice catch in his throat. Was he really about to cry?

[fx1600]

Okay I’ve been seeing people talk about how Gondrey shippers are reaching because the main focus of the romance in the story seems to be Goncharov vs Andrey for Katya. That Andrey “loved” Katya, but his interactions with her wasn’t love it was obsession!

The symbolism of Katya and what she represents to the two men is why he’s obsessed with her! To Goncharov she’s the embodiment of all the desires he can’t let himself have and feel like he can never have again. As a man who spend his life dedicated to his wife so devotedly but only for show, as we’ve seen their marriage falter and stumble multiple times through the movie no longer experiencing the same passion, love, and luster that was there. Or at least Katya thought was there we start seeing the cracks. Goncharov as a man who spends every moment now feeling like he has to fight to survive can no longer find the energy to keep up with the charade. He can’t put on a show buying flowers, arranging dinners, going out dancing, and lighting candles like when they first started dating. From the way we see him explaining Sofia to the jewelry store owner because he had no idea what to buy says it all! He has no idea what she likes, what would compliment her tastes so he’s relying on a stranger to do so. He doesn’t understand because there is no real love there, only an imitation of what he’s seen in movies, on tv, out in public. The moment he glanced over and saw another couple in the part and started imitating what they did but looking unnatural is so telling! He feels no love for her but he can’t let anyone question it or else he would lose power, look unreliable, it’s the one thing that he’s consistent with and it’s the one thing he can’t falter in. But he can’t do it forever! She represents a life perfectly sculpted for appearances only. Like show room furniture, set up so perfectly and so nicely to make it look like something you should strive for as well. That will bring you the same happiness it brought them. But so cold and empty because it will never see the warmth of love or a family to bask in. To Andrey she represents the one thing he’s never been able to do, get close to Goncharov. The scene in the diner where he’s questioning what she was doing for so long in his office, while could be read as possessive jealousy for her being alone with Goncharov in private for so long. Was really about his desperation to understand how they worked, what she did, could do to him to make him hold her so close, to say all those loving things and make him the thoughtful man he is in front of all of them. It’s his face when he asks if she’s understands how important his work it, how important he is to Goncharov. Then the little smile, the little knowing one followed by her tired look as she explains he doesn’t have to worry about her. The way she explains that if there’s ever a problem, if she’s ever a problem, if their marriage falls apart like the strain is hinting and tells him she’ll leave and they’ll fall apart. The image of them, their marriage, the two of them as a union breaking and telling him “so you can pick up the pieces” LIKE IT’S RIGHT THERE He’s not obsessed because he loves her but because he doesn’t trust her, he needs to know where she is at all times because he won’t let her break Goncharov’s heart. Like one of the guards said when teasing him “As long as she’s with him at least he knows she’s not off somewhere with Goncharov”. As much as he wants to stay by his side he knows Goncharov is too closed off, too distant even to his right hand man, to let him stick around like he wants. But at least he can do this by keeping her from being close enough to rip him apart. Then!! Not only that but the scene after the big fight between Katya and Goncharov, where he found out one of the shops had been blown up, one of the youngest members killed. When he’s finally feeling like a wreck of himself. Like he’s at his tipping point about to go over the edge. Siting there and just doing nothing like he’s waiting because he knows exactly when everyone comes in and knows Andrey sometimes comes in late at night. Only for Katya to walk in trying to make up, let’s her embrace him and hugs her back, he’s not looking at Katya AT ALL he’s looking at the empty chair where Andrey usually sits THAT STILL. HAS. HIS. COAT. ON. IT. It’s not set into Katya’s line of sight, it’s set into his! And when she jumps on the front of his desk but he sits on his chair behind her instead isn’t a power move. HE WANTS TO STILL KEEP LOOKING AT ANDREYS COAT. THE ONE MAN WHO EVER TRULY TRIED TO REACH OUT AND SHOW HE CARED ABOUT HIM. THE ONE MAN ON THE TEAM WHO DIDN’T LAUGH OFF HIS WOUNDS AND MAKE JOKES ABOUT HIM BEING INVINCIBLE BECAUSE HE’S NOT. THE ONE MAN WHO ASKED RIGHT BEFORE IF GONCHAROV IS REALLY HAPPY WITH HIS LIFE AND THE CHOICES HE MADE BEFORE GOING HOME TO A FIGHT WITH SOFIA. He came back to his office TO FIND ANDREY but Katya got there first and he took it as a sign that he just needed to pretend things were fine and keep acting keep pretending like he wasn’t a mess because that was the safest choice. But the fact that he STARED AT ANDREYS COAT THE WHOLE TIME. That he had gone in hoping to find him in his moment of weakness. That moment of questioning his life and ANDREY being the symbol of him questioning if he truly made the right choices and being the only voice that actually seemed to care about Goncharovs happiness is something that can’t be ignored.  

[sydnikov]

eight hours (pt. 2); sneak peak!!

A/N: I have an inability to finish things right now so enjoy this sneak peak to get ready for what's coming next :D

The moon and stars had come out hours ago, gracing the clear Hawaiian sky with their sparkly presence. They kept Blake company as she applied the last bits of makeup to her face, cheekbones lightly contoured and hazel eyes framed by a subtle touch of eyeliner.

Despite the fact that she was staying back at the hotel while everyone else went bar hopping, she figured that she could at least try to look nice while they hung out at the hotel bar..

The sound of low clap soon broke her out of her thoughts, and Blake set down the brush in her hand to face Rosa who had appeared next to her. "You look good, Little B," She whistled, ignoring the disgruntled look the redhead shot her at the nickname.

Blake turned her attention back to the mirror in front of her. “Perhaps," She grinned wryly. “Though you're definitely more overdressed than I am.”

Rosa leaned her hip against the counter, watching Blake brush her hair out of her face. "The situation calls for it. You didn't get the hint though, clearly…" The blonde teasingly bumped her shoulder, wondering what the red-head was thinking of.

"I don't have anyone to impress though, unlike you."

And really, Blake should have predicted the jab the moment the words left her mouth.

"I can think of someone who might appreciate you dressing for them."

"I do not-"

"Hey, are you guys ready?" A distant voice called out from behind the room, momentarily interrupting the two girls' conversation.

"Yeah, we're coming!" Blake soon responded, shooting a glare her giggling friend's way before she went to open the hotel door, revealing Sebastian and Andrei standing on the other side.

And if Sebastian weren't taken by her very bubbly friend, Blake might have struggled between deciding who looked better that night. But fortunately, there was no competition between the two brown-eyed boys when her eyes immediately drifted over to the Russian on the other side of the door.

Their eyes locked, dark hazel with molten brown and Blake was at a loss for words, but luckily Sebastian's soft words of praise broke the tense staring match they found themselves in.

"You look nice," he murmured to Rosa who had appeared next to his girlfriend with a bashful smile, quickly wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her next to his body.

"I know," Rosa grinned cheekily in response, pressing a playful kiss to his cheek when he pouted and really, Blake couldn't have helped the small smile spreading across her face at the happy couple if she tried.

"Ready for a night of mindless exploration?" Blake nudged Andrei beside her, tone wry and expression cutting as she observed the smirk that began to slowly spread across his face.

Andrei grinned deviously. "With you by my side? I could ask for nothing more." And the bright red flush that spread across her cheeks before she scent him a scathing glare and hurriedly left his side was worth it.

His eyes followed her movements with ease, admiring the way her clothing fit her body like it was made for her.

Yes, tonight was going to be very fun, for both Andrei and Blake if the way she was eyeing him with a mischievous glint in her eye was any indication.

[weclassygirl]

𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞

Word count:+1.1k

Pairing: neil x f!reader (tenet)

Warnings: bullet wound, some blood

Summary: reader gets shot by andrei and neil tries to go in reverse to keep you alive

Author's note: really wanted to write something for him and already plan to write a few more but I need to rewatch the movie. sorry if it's bad 🥺 spoilers ig, also english is not my first language. take care ❤️

You only feel the droplets of blood going down your body as the hole in your stomach fills up with more blood. Bullets are painful enough when shot in normal time, the inverted ones however… those are real motherfuckers. You hear a shuffling of feet and from the corner of your eye you see that Andrei from the blue room is getting away as well as the one who shot you just seconds before. The blue light of the other room falls on your face. You don’t feel hands on your shoulder and cheek as Neil comes up to you.

He looks up at you, saying some words but they seem distant to you, you can feel the heaviness of your eyes and you think that you will close them for a brief moment when a loud voice pulls you out to reality.

“(Name)!” you hear Neil shout, his hand feeling warm on your cheek, the other pressing onto the wound. You lift your head up and see his face, all worried. You see the dark skinned man behind him, he watches you carefully also trying to think of a way to help you. The people that came in through the door are on the other side of the glass, checking up on Kat, one of them comes up to you and Neil steps aside but keeps close.

“Can you help her?” he asks the man in military gear.

“She got it worse. The bullet went through the organs.” he says, he looks at you with pain in his eyes. He turns to Neil. “I don’t think she’ll make it in time.”

Neil looks sad… and angry, the dark skinned man comes up to him and places his hand on his shoulder but Neil swats it away. They look at each other, seemingly having a silent conversation. They step off the side as the doctor looks at your wound, trying to prolong your stay. The man they call Ives comes up to them, starting to argue with Neil. You don’t hear the conversation but can guess what it's about.

“It’s a bad idea. Thousand things could go wrong.” you hear Ives say. “You know this, Neil.”

“You have any better idea!?” he questions, fury in his voice. “I can’t let her die.” Ives hangs his head low as the other man agrees with Neil, he wants to save Kat. Neil seems like he doesn’t care, despite Ives’ protests. He comes up to you, placing a hand on your cheek.

“Can you stand?” he asks you softly. You nod your head and lean yourself on him, clutching to the wound. Your breathing getting more heavy and you try to repress a grunt that gets past your lips. All of you move to the door behind you, Kat on the stretches, unconscious. Ives begins to explain to the man how the machine works, he needs to see himself in the window, exiting from the other side before entering it.

All of you see your reflection in the glass and move to the machine. The next thing you know you’re on the other side of it, the blue light now more vibrant. You see yourself in the window, going backwards. You don’t pay the mind to it, not wanting to see yourself get shot again.

You hear the stranger telling Neil to find them a way back to Oslo, he places you on the bench by the wall and turns to the man. You press onto the wound, trying to stay conscious.

“We need to save them, here and now.” you hear Neil say. Neil comes up to you and helps you up, both of you leave the room as Wheeler explains to the stranger how everything works on the reversed side.

“Neil.” you say weakly as you walk to the containers on the ship. The mask on your face begins to fog up. “Neil.” you try again and he looks down on you. He looks at the wound and sees that there’s more blood on your clothes than before. “This may not work.”

“What are you talking about?” he questions, worry and confusion evident on his face. You enter the container and see Kat already laying on the stretchers, breathing weakly.

“You know how time works here. Even if we’re here now, doesn’t mean that I will make it alive out of here.” you confess. You didn’t want to say it but he needs to know that there’s still a possibility of you not getting out of it alive.

“No. Don’t say that, you’ll be fine, you hear me?” he looks at you and your features soften at his stubbornness. He kisses your forehead and places his own against it. “I won't lose you here, alright? I’m not letting that happen.” you smile up at him weakly before you feel your eyes closing. You hear his voice calling out to you but it seems too far away. You don’t remember passing out.

You wake up a few hours later, laying on the stretchers, an IV in your arm. You hear Neil and the man talking and see Kat talking with them. Neil notices that you’re awake and abandons the conversation, his eyes now focused on you.

“Hey. How are you feeling?” he asks.

“Like I’ve been shot by an inverted bullet.” you say back and he chuckles. He explains to you that he managed to stitch you up and you feel the thread and a bandage going around the wound. You try to sit up but only feel pain as you raise from your seat. You fall in and out of unconsciousness several times in that container.

You wake up to the sound of multiple shouting voices. But you can’t understand anything they’re saying. You realize that you hear them backwards. You hear an explosion in the background and feel yourself being pulled on the stretches. Neil drags it behind him, a black vest and mask on him. You see Kat on the other pair of stretches next to you and feel being put in the ambulance.

You open your eyes and hear Neil saying that the both of you will be alright. You turn to him and he sees the movement because he's by your side moments after. You smile at him as the ambulance begins to move.

"Told you you're gonna be fine." he tells you, you're smile growing wider and he hugs you, not too tightly to not cause you any more pain. Both of you fall asleep in each other's arms before getting on another ship that will take you to Andrei.

[ohthestoryteller]

imagine if when andrei dies natasha has No One Else (reprise) right after she left the room and the line “and your child-like eyes, and your distant smile, i’ll never be [this] happy again”

[venalier]

“ if it hurts, good. it means you’re still going. now just hold on a little longer. ”

   ♡   //    INJURY PROMPTS.  /  @felemfidelem

          she won’t ask him to save her, this stranger, because humanity begging blind favors of seraphs has never ended well. it should’ve been anything — it should’ve been any other day. ( isn’t that the life of someone trained for the battlefield, that any other day could be their last? there’s something in his eyes that suggests as much. honey dense enough to be mercury, so viscious as to be lethal. ) it should’ve been any other day; it should’ve been any other mission. was she careless?

          or was it just that: the fairytales that were never meant to be hers, where the voices of angels came to make a prophet of the dying?

          is it the blood loss that’s making her delirious, or just the shock?

          she thinks she smiles at him.

          she won’t ask him to carry her will back to the others, this lion among men. no apologies to shiro, or her dearest belongings to mitama, or bellerophon to andrei. pride runs red in her family like a bloodstream, and that, at least, won’t ever drain out of her. anyway, is a knight a knight when the sun at his back such a splendid halo makes?

          ❝ you know... i don’t— think i know your name, but. ❞ she’s not sure when he’d helped her to her feet, but the unsteady step she takes doesn’t feel like her own. and the sounds of the distant battlefield clamor with the symphonic terror of a summer storm glued together with the clouds inside her ears. ❝ but it’s starting to... not hurt anymore.

                              that’s—

                                                  ... worrying. right? ❞

          grass meets her knees again at some point instead of his answer, and his supporting arm is a vambrace around her middle. an image of a wooden bridge comes to mind — crumbling at either half, held in place still by one solitary beam. it feels appropriate. planks and strips and splinters crumble to the rapids. and the swirling water below is the whirlpoool of an artist’s blurring brushstroke in crystalline and aqueous green.

          ... so, so green as to drown in.

[narratorstragedy]

andrei is the sky. sometimes, rare times, the sky feels like a comforting prescence that peers into your heart and knows just what to say. most times, though, the sky is distant. unfeeling. you can’t reach the sky, can’t set your sight on it and it alone. there is always a vast immensity between you and the sky. andrei, like the sky, is distant, tired. even those people who move towards him never quite reach him. the sun, the moon, the stars; these are in the sky. they are not with the sky. they do not understand him.

pierre is the stars. the stars are subtle and quiet most of the time, easily overshadowed by the brilliance of the moon and sun and sky. but the stars are always there, shining steadily, quiet pinpricks of hope in the darkness. pierre sits and reads and drinks and thinks and shines steadily like the stars. those who take the time to truly look at pierre will not fail to love him, just as one cannot help loving the stars.

natasha is the moon. the moon is graceful, brilliant, beloved by all. the moon allows you to see in the dark and takes care of your secrets and your heart for you. the moon is reborn again and again, perpetually young. natasha is always young at heart; she is everything the moon is too. the moon fits comfortably in the sky, pairs well with the stars, just as natasha fits comfortably with andrei and pairs well with pierre.

nikolai is the sun. the sun is bright, burning, moving quickly across the sky, painting light and smiles on the face of the earth. the sun might burn out and crash one day, but until that day it is steady and light. nikolai is bright, quick, full of love for everyone he meets, glowing like the sun, close to burning out but holding on by the tips of his fingers. the sun is the mirror image of the moon, just as nikolai is the mirror image of natasha.