#anyway are you alright anon? please do seek help if you need it

[cerise-on-top]

Hello, how was your week? I hope you’re doing well! And it’s completely okay if not because it is a sensitive topic, but could you please write ghost with a S/O who has a drug addiction?

Hey there! I had an interesting week, to say the least! Not bad, though! It's been very freeing! Thank you!

Ghost with a Drug Addict S/O

If we go off of canon, then Ghost has had a drug addict in his life before, his brother Tommy. Canonically speaking, he did help his brother out and did support him, so why wouldn’t he do the same for you? Sure, he won’t be particularly happy about it, but he’ll support you. He’ll calmly talk to you about it, ask you what you want to do and where you see yourself in the future. If you’re already aware you have a problem? Good, then that doesn’t need to be addressed. Ghost is patient, if he needs to talk to you about it several times to make you realize you have a problem, he will. He won’t judge you in the slightest, he won’t give you unsolicited advice either, but he will make the suggestion that you might want to try rehab. You’re probably aware that drugs aren’t good for you and he’ll support you through it. Yes, he’ll even fund your rehab, but he’s going to be sort of controlling about it to make sure he’s not funding your addiction. However, he will make his boundaries clear: He’s likely not going to cover for you too many times if you miss work or school. If he did then he’d be shielding you from the consequences, making you feel as though there aren’t any. You’re more than welcome to ask him for help, he’ll do what he can to be of use to you, but he’ll also be firm. He’s well aware that your addiction likely stems from something. Maybe a mental health problem or maybe you were around the wrong crowd. Either way, he’ll be addressing those problems alongside your drug addiction. If he didn’t then you’d likely just fall back into old, bad habits. He won’t be mad at you or be disappointed if you relapse, it’s not that unlikely, after all, but he’ll try his best to get back on track. The most important part is that you need to talk to him. You need to want to get better or else he can’t help you. He’s not going to abandon you because he loves you and knows that an addiction is always hard to overcome, but please take his hand. He just wants to help you. Please communicate with him whatever it is you may need him to do. Another thing he’s going to do is find a bunch of new hobbies for you. You wanna go to the gym with him? You wanna take up knitting? You wanna get into baking? He’s gonna be with you during those times as well. He’s well aware you need something non-triggering to distract yourself with, and he’s more than happy to find something nice and calming for you to engage in. And I do also believe that he would try to reinforce positive behavior by rewarding you as well. Overall, he’d be a very supportive partner to have.

[book-place]

More Like Sisters

Warnings: mentions of past trauma and bad home life, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Enola Holmes x reader platonic

Request: Would I be able to request an Enola Holmes story where the reader and Enola are best friends, and the reader has had a bad life, and Enola is like a sister to the reader, and one time when things gets bad, Enola comforts the reader and the reader admits that Enola is like a sister and just general fluff and comfort please? ❤️

Request by: Anon

*not my gif*

Summary: You seek out the presence of the one true person who could comfort you

A/N: I haven’t written for this fandom in a while

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

A knock rang out on Enolas door. Your knock. The one you had made up together when you were children exploring the many and vast halls of her home.

It didn’t matter that it was the middle of the night, pitch black out. It didn’t matter that the girl had been just about to drift off into a peaceful slumber. It didn’t matter that she was in her night clothing. None of it mattered, not when you needed her.

She sprung from her bed in one giant leap, practically landing right in front of her door with the momentum of that alone.

“Y/n,” She breathed out as soon as she threw the door open, “Whatever is the matter?”

Quickly, Enola ushered you into her room, barely having time to glance over you and take in your disheveled state. Eyes wide and hair astray.

Gently, she led you to sit on her bed and she swept you under a strong, protective arm as she tucked you in close to her side.

You sniffled, snuggling closer into the warmth and comfort your best friend provided, not seeming to have the ability to speak.

The brown haired girl just rubbed a hand soothingly up and down your back in return, knowing from experience that it was better to wait until you were ready to speak and not push you. You would only shut down even further if she were to do that.

“I-I had a nightmare.” You finally admitted in a small voice.

Enola let a small sigh escape her nose as she raised her eyes to face the heavens. You had been through far too many traumatic experiences in your life. Ranging from your past home life to things even outside of it.

And you were constantly plagued with the memories of the past, and your best friend couldn’t help but feel a sense of responsibility for it.

Sure, none of what happened was her fault. But it was her job to look out for you now. Comfort you in any way that she could.

“Oh, there, there, sweetheart.” She murmured, placing a soft kiss to your forehead and gently leading you to lay down on the mattress beside her. “You’re alright now, love, I’ve got you.”

Your body sagged against hers and you curled up into her side, allowing yourself to soak in the solace she provided.

The two of you laid like that for a while, you matching your breathing with hers as she unconsciously raked a gentle hand through your hair.

“Enola,” You muttered sleepily.

She hummed in reply, still staring up at the ceiling.

“You’re more like my sister than my best friend, you know.” You slurred your words a bit, “You’re always taking care of me in a way you shouldn’t have to. It’s not your job. But you do it anyway. Just like a sister.”

Enola looked down at you in surprise, “You’re like a sister to me too, Y/n.” She whispered.

With that, your heavy eyelids finally slid shut and you dozed off, wrapped in the arms of your sister.

Detectives 🕵️‍♂️- @your-local-questioning-agender @popfishjr @spadecentral @gengen64 @nutellani @wolfmoonmusic

[donnas-dollface]

hi, demi anon here! i’m also learning french atm :) <3

the way i screamed when i saw your requests open lmao—

anyway, i‘d like to request donna and reader cooking or baking something together if that would be okay? nothing special really but i love cooking/baking AND i love donna and since baby girl is italian, she‘d probably be the best at cooking.

+ i‘m going to apologize right here for any mistakes that you might find. i‘m from germany and i still make mistakes in english sometimes, even after learning for years, sorry!!!

Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice;

character(s): donna beneviento x reader

a/n: oh my KLDFJFKLS yeah that's perfectly fine! i enjoy baking as well so i was itching to get this one out because it's national pie day and like- don't worry about it! i can understand perfectly, your English is really good!

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IT WAS ONE OF THOSE SLOW DAYS IN THE BENEVIENTO MANOR, THE SUN COVERED BY CLOUDS. You sat in the living area on the couch, Donna leaning against you with her eyes closed. Even Angie was sitting perfectly still, toying around with some little trinket you'd found and thought that maybe she'd enjoy. Glancing at Donna's hand, you placed it in yours, fiddling with her fingers and admiring her flawless nail polish. You heard her hum, and as you placed your hand against hers to compare your hand sizes, she intertwined her fingers with yours.

"ALRIGHT LOVEBIRDS I'M BORED, LET'S PLAY HIDE AND SEEK!" Angie's shrill voice pierced the silence. Before, you'd get startled, and Angie would be cackling(and probably crying laughing if she had tear ducts). But now, you just did it to humor her, something Donna appreciated even if she didn't appreciate Angie scaring the living daylight out of you.

"Mmm, what about we bake something instead?"

"Baking? Now it's been awhile since Donna's baked, so be warned she might be a bit rusty-"

"Angie. Though that does sound like a good idea Y/N, but I'll admit i haven't made pastries in a good while."

"That's fine! They don't have to be perfect, we can just do cookies if you'd like!"

She smiled softly at that phrase. "They don't have to be perfect." That was something that you always said when she strived too hard with her creations. The doll-maker had unsteady hands, sometimes she'd mess up on the doll's features as she painted them on. You'd seen her throw a doll's head across her workshop right into a wall, and how'd she'd nearly had a breakdown over it. "They don't need to be perfect, because they were made by you. We both see them as people, and we all have flaws. It's okay to make mistakes..."

"EARTH TO DONNA, ARE YOU GONNA HELP US OR NOT?!" her companion's shrill voice came from ths kitchen, and immediately she snapped her neck in the direction. There was Angie, holding a whisk in one hand and dragging a sack of flour in the other. A soft chuckle came from the Lady as she got up and started towards the kitchen, slightly shaking her head at the doll. "You silly, you know that's too heavy for you to be pulling around." She took the flour from the doll, who ran over to you as you began tying up your hair. Donna rolled up her sleeves and glanced at you as you handed her a bar of chocolate.

"Can you chop this please? I'd ask Angie but we both know she's not allowed knives after the last incident..."

And so you both began, standing opposite of each other, giving the other just enough space to work. Sometimes Donna's eye goes out of focus for a bit, so she'd tap your shoulder and quietly ask you to read the measurements to her. Which you didn't mind, it was nice to help her. Angie helped in a way of sorts, being the mixer girl. Sometimes Donna had to take the whisk from her because the wet ingredients weren't fully incorporated. She tries though, i promise. After you'd mixed the dry ingredients, you brought it over to Donna, who was just finishing adding the vanilla because Angie was looking at it as though it was medicine.

You wrapped your arms around her waist and nuzzled your face into her neck, smiling to yourself as she tensed slightly. Moving to glance down at her working, you rolled your eyes this time. "Rusty? Donna, you did a better job than me!" She smiled. You and your sweetness probably would've given her cavities a longggg time ago.

"Hey Donna."

"Yes?"

"You've got something on your face."

"Oh? Really where?"

And with that, you grabbed a pinch of flour and placed it on her cheek, something that Angie giggled at while Donna gave you a "oh my god" look.

"Right there!"

"You've done it now Toots."

Donna playfully glared at you, and without warning, threw a bit of flour into your face. You sputtered in surprise, eyes wide. That just caused her to burt out laughing, a sweet melody you could never get tired of. Donna may act mature and proper, but like everyone, there's that childish want to have fun under all that. Her hand met your face as she gently held it, her other wiping some of the flour away.

"I love you." "I love you most."

As she began to lean in to kiss you, the loud DING of the oven was heard, startling you both. Angie's cackle began as she "grinned" at the two of you.

"Oven's done, let's throw these things in so we can eat!"

"Can you even taste them?"

[cellophaine]

Daybed

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Word Count: 831

Warnings: None.

Author's Note: I don't know if I'm doing this right 😬 please let me know what you think! I hope you will enjoy this little drabble :)

The title is inspired by FKA Twigs' Daybed. I listened to this song while writing this piece, and the entire time I felt like I was wrapped/protected in a secured, translucent film with the gradually ascension and descension in the instruments and lyrics.

As always, any likes, comments, reblogs, feedbacks and ask submissions are super duper appreciated :)

Prompt requested by: Anon <3

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Life with Matt was a different kind of peace. You shared a vow, a home and a love that ran so deep; you could feel your heart twist in its cage. And you welcomed that beautiful ache every day.

You had gotten into the habit of setting your alarm half an hour earlier than the actual time you needed to get up, so you two would have more cuddle time, trading kisses and body heat. You would never get tired of the way his hand trailed down your spine in a delicate pattern, of the way he looked when he first woke up in the morning — the sleep still lingered around his eyes, his hair stuck out in random places. You loved running your hands through it, trying to tame the soft strands or to mess it up even more.

On the days when Matt got up first, he would bring you a cup of tea, often accompanied with fond kisses on your cheeks, lips, along your shoulders, neck, any patch of bare skin he could find. He liked to nudge his nose along your throat, feeling the steady pulse. It acted as a reminder for him that you were here, alive and with him.

Some nights, after Matt got back from patrol, he would find you sleeping on the couch. You waited for him in case he had any wound that needed to be taken care of. He would pick you up gently, tried his best not to rouse you from your slumber. The movement woke you anyway as you blinked sleepily at your husband. You braced a hand on his shoulder, pulling yourself up to plant a languid kiss on his cheek.

“Do you need to be patched up?”

“No, I’m fine, sweetheart. Go back to sleep. I’m sorry I woke you.”

He tugged you into bed, then settled in with you after taking his suit off and making himself more comfortable. With his arms winded around your frame, he soaked in your warmth, your scent, seeking out the peace that he desperately needed. You knew how to touch him, to comfort him as you trailed your fingers down his back, your nails scratching his scarred skin gentle enough to draw happy sighs from him.

Weekends would be the days when you love to take your time, drawing out your quality time with your husband. Then, when you slowly awoke from your sleep, Matt would wind himself closer to you, peppering you with lazy kisses, luring you into sleep again with the easy and familiar flow of your rituals.

Matt would always have a photo of you in his wallet, keeping closed next to the bills you helped him folded. He loved having a piece of you close to him, even if the chosen object was something he could not see.

When you get nervous, and Matt picked up on the rapid spike of your heart rate, no matter the time and place, he would put a stop to anything and everything he was doing to make sure you were alright. He would hold you in his embrace, smoothing a hand over your hair, rubbing soothing circles on the small of your back as he whispered in your ears:

“I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. Take a deep breath for me, sweetheart. Everything will be fine.”

You would often read to him, with his head on your lap, your hand absently caressed him. He listened intently to your voice; a soft smile full of admiration would grace his lips. You would discuss the books that you have accumulated and read over the years.

You often found yourself cuddling with Matt on the rooftop of your place, with soft blankets for cold nights, listening to the voice of New York, loud and never-ending. You would pull the other in for a kiss from time to time, as you basked in each other’s presence, in the golden tranquillity that you treasured, under the inky night sky adorned with stars, few and far between.

Matt would play with your wedding band, feeling the smooth metal, warmed by your body heat. It was a reminder for Matt how lucky he was to be married to you, how lucky you were to find and to have each other, despite all the obstacles life threw at you. He would bring your hand to his lips, kissing your ring with nothing but adoration. He would then move to kiss your knuckles, your fingers, inviting you to touch him. Matt loved it when you caressed his face; your fingers ghosted over his features. You would bring him closer and seal your lips over his. The little moments that Matt loved with the entirety of his heart, for your little actions spoke thousands of words, showing him your love for him by the thrum of your heart that he knew so well, by the way your body reacted to him, to his touches, to his presence.

[wonlouvre]

hello!! can i request a fwb!wonwoo + angst to fluff 🥺 thank u

start | j. ww.

pairing: race car driver wonwoo x g.n. reader genre: fluff, angst if you squint, also 18+ (some sexual themes, mentions) warnings: couple’s arrangement is FWB, but nothing explicit, accident, injury mentions of sex (please tell me if i missed anything!) word count: 1.5k+ (i have no regrets)

💌: hi anon! thank you so much for requesting <3 this is not as explicitly fwb and angsty and i’m so sorry :((( i hope you still like it tho! i actually thought of developing this into a oneshot someday-ish. who knows? tell me what you think!

It’s no secret that you frequent Jeon Wonwoo’s office a lot. It’s also no secret that something bloomed the first time you introduced yourself to him after he won the race hosted by his very own racing track. You’re interested in cars as much as you are interested in the youngest owner of the most coveted luxurious cars in the world. You own yourself a few. Some you have purchased from him and some he has given himself for free in exchange for the special arrangement that the two of you have.

The attraction was quick but it took quite a while for the two of you to give in. Being professional business partners and all. But along the way, the two of you reached an agreement. An agreement that you thought would only last for about two months tops and yet here you are, eight months later, still running to his arms. You know Wonwoo is no different. 

“Hi Woozi. How’s my favorite racer doing?” You greet Wonwoo’s friend lounging outside the closed doors of the office you’re supposed to be visiting.

“If you’re here to visit your man, there’s a line,” Woozi deadpans as he boringly flips through the magazine with his fingers. “I’m supposed to be practicing with Wonwoo right now but he seems to be caught with something, someone that isn’t you.”

You didn’t fail to catch Woozi’s disdain and that only makes you giggle. You sit on the opposite side of the center table, placing your Prada purse beside your hip as you cross your legs. You feign ignorance on his “your man” remark but the term “someone” fuels your jealousy. Of course, you will never admit that to him. 

“It’s an admirer,” you say and grab yourself a magazine to skim through. Might as well entertain yourself if you’re indeed going to wait. It’s unbelievable. You keep in mind to avenge your wasted time in the bedroom with Wonwoo. “Been doing a lot of visiting on behalf of they’re old father who has no single interest in race cars.” 

Woozi frowns at the information. “How do you know that?”

You look up from the latest issue of racer weekly and blink up at him before pursing your lips. “I saw their car parked in my supposed parking spot. Plus, they send an awful lot of gifts that Wonwoo just gives away to his staff. Gifts are a normal exchange between potential business partners, but it’s not when said business partner always leaves love notes.”

“And, you’re not bothered at all?” Woozi finally asks the question you know he’s been dying to ask. 

You smirk and return the magazine to the table. Then, you pick your bag up as you stand to your feet. “Of course I am bothered. I could be with Wonwoo right now, at this moment, but they’re holding me up and I don’t like that.”

You fix your hair and skirt before strutting to the huge doors and opening them without knocking. Wonwoo is not surprised to see you but you can tell he’s relieved with the way he’s smiling at you. On the other hand, his visitor doesn’t appreciate you barging in like that. They’re resentment is pretty obvious with how they’re glaring at you. 

But it doesn’t matter. They don’t matter as you walk to the man you’re here for. 

“Woozi is waiting for you,” you cheekily say before rounding straight to his executive table to give his cheek a smooch, your red lipstick leaving a mark. You gingerly wipe it with your thumb while he just keeps smiling, looking up to you. “I wanted to stop by to invite you for lunch, but it looks like you’re busy.”

Wonwoo shakes his head and holds your hip and stands up from his chair. “No, I’m good. They’re just about to leave.”

The other person in the room panics. “But I wasn’t done explaining—.”

“My team will review your proposal and we’ll get back to you if they deem it beneficial for our company,” Wonwoo bids farewell and holds your hand to his. “My assistant will escort you outside. Thank you for your time.”

Wonwoo didn’t give them the chance to say anything else because he’s already leading you outside to meet Woozi who’s been waiting for him. You also didn’t have the chance to say your goodbyes to them because the toned arm around your waist and deep voice against your ear is enough to distract you. 

“They were cute,” you make a point to mention the culprit behind your stolen parking spot when you finally get the chance to sit down at Wonwoo’s favorite restaurant. “I think this is the third time I saw them at your office this week.”

Wonwoo gives your orders to the waiter without the need to ask what you fancy because he already knows. When the order is set, he returns his attention to you and flashes his signature smile that makes your legs grow weak. “Why? Are you jealous?”

“No, no,” you’re quick to answer before sipping on the lukewarm water you requested. “Just annoyed that during the three times I saw them, they have also taken it upon themselves to just park at my spot.” 

Wonwoo chuckles and opens his palms on the table, seeking your hand to hold halfway. You roll your eyes, but you don’t hesitate to grant him access to your ring clad hand (the ring was a gift from him and you haven’t taken it off ever since you received it). His phone suddenly dings! and you know it’s Woozi grilling him for not keeping to his end and practicing with him. 

You let Wonwoo cater to his friend’s needs all the while letting his other hand caress yours, his fingers digging on the silver band once in a while. Your heart and mind can’t help but get confused about where you stand with him because of gestures like this. 

At some point, you’re supposed to end this, right? Whatever this may be. But the real question is, do you want to end this with Wonwoo? This happiness, this warmth, this comfort, this lov—.

You step on the brakes before you could continue and blink away the daze you were stuck on for a moment. Wonwoo must have noticed you flinch because he drops his phone back on the table, eyes full of concern directed towards you.

“Are you okay?”

You force a smile. “Never better.”

It’s not less than three days later when you receive a call from Wonwoo’s assistant, voice frantically shaking as they inform you about what happened. 

To your horror, Wonwoo got injured in an accident while performing practice laps with his friends. 

You own race cars but you never thought you would be driving one beyond your usual speed limit because the stupid boy you’re in love with got in an accident. There, you admit it. You’re in love with Jeon Wonwoo not only because of his stroke game, abs, broad shoulders and deep voice among many perfect features of his.

You’re in love with him because he makes today's you look forward to tomorrow’s him. 

You try to calm your heart that’s been beating so fast because of the adrenaline and anger that’s coursing through your blood right now. Wonwoo better make sure he’s not badly injured, otherwise you would throw your hands at him yourself. 

A cut on his forehead, lips and nose. 

And a dislocated shoulder as cherry on top. 

You couldn’t mask your disappointment when you saw Wonwoo getting checked on for the last time by the doctor in charge. You grimace when you hear him groan as they place the sling on him. What do you even do with this boy?

When everyone else is gone and it’s only the two of you left, your disappointment and anger vanishes the moment he calls you.

“Hi baby.”

Your tense shoulder loosens and your legs quickly run towards him (carefully). 

“I hope you know that I hate you right now,” you say without meaning them anyway. 

Wonwoo has the energy to giggle and tug at your hand to sit beside him. He leans his head near your chest, a habit he’s been doing whenever he wants you to coddle him. Carefully and gently, you hold his head and caress his greasy locks. You’re sure it’s going to be a struggle to help him shower in the coming days. 

“Did you see your parking spot?” Wonwoo suddenly mumbles. 

“Why are you bringing that up now?” You frown. 

“I put your plate number on the wall so that no one can take the spot.” 

“Wonwoo!” 

“Baby,” he whines. “Not so loud.”

“Why would you do that?” You hiss. 

“Because I love you?” Wonwoo answers, his soft kitten eyes gazing up at you. 

You gulp and look away, trying not to smile at what he just said. 

“I was supposed to make a romantic confession over the weekend,” Wonwoo says, making you look back at him. “We’re gonna have to postpone, I guess.”

“You’re an idiot,” you whisper before pressing your lips against his smiling ones. “But, I love you too.”

“Does that mean you’ll be staying over my place until this shoulder is back to normal?” Wonwoo pleads, lips moving against yours. 

Your eyes glimmer with mischief. “Yes and that also means no sex until then.”

“Wait, what? No!”

There’s still a lot of talking to do and a lot of changes to happen. But for now, you’re just glad that today’s Wonwoo is alright. 

[kojinnie]

Quitting You | Zeke Yeager

Pairing: Zeke Yeager/Jaeger x Reader (gender neutral)

Summary: After yet another big fight, Zeke catches you smoking.

Word Count: 1K+

Warning & Tags: Implication of abusive relationship, toxic relationship, angst, smoking, Zeke is basically a complete asshole | SFW

A/N: Based on the request from an anon. Thanks for requesting! (More A/N at the end of the fic)

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The shatters of the glass scattered all over the marble floor; they gleamed underneath the dim lights reflected by the fireplace. Soft and delicate but unforgiving as they pierce against your skin; you were staring at how they glimmered, as if they were the most interesting things in the world.

Maybe that was how you coped – by fabricating fascination towards the stupidest things around you – be it the puddles on the pavement, the crack on the walls, or whatever that could take your mind off of the consequences of altercation. Slowly, you could feel the overwhelming rage subsided, your breath came to heal from its previously erratic rhythm.

You fetched the broom and stood over the shatters. Looking at yet another token from yet another fight with Zeke. At times, it had gotten so common that you no longer flinched nor surprised whenever his big, strong hand strikes against his own belonging - just to make a point in every argument. As long as not my body he hurts, you thought. A pathetic justification that had gotten stale.

What was this all about, again? You wondered, could not even place the reason for such mess to begin with. Maybe it was the way Reiner talked to you at the party, too intent, too handsy to Zeke’s taste. Or maybe it was actually the endless congratulatory praises you received for your achievements tonight that had made Zeke felt overshadowed by his own lover. Ever so fragile, that ego.

You started to sweep the shatters, but each pull felt so heavy and you realized that the trembling in your hands remained. You closed your eyes, desperately seeking refuge from the abyss of fear and the feeling of helplessness that Zeke had caused. As nausea loomed inside your gut, you ran out to the apartment patio and you inhaled the fresh air as much as you could.

But when the tremble persisted, you couldn’t take it any longer. You scrambled back inside to ransack the credenza to find the old tin box you had kept hidden for so long. You immediately brought it back outside and took out the slender roll as you leaned your back to the wooden chair.

With your trembling hands you lit your cigarette and inhaled as deeply as you can. The fire burned the tobacco to ashes quickly. As the toxin invaded the airway, you let out a deep, troubled puff. In the hazy vicinity of the white smoke, you sobbed soundlessly letting the streaks of black mascara ran down your face, without realizing that the cause for your tears was now standing underneath the doorframe, staring at you.

Zeke looked awful. His trousers were stained with wine drops, he had discarded his shirt and was only wrapped by the black bathrobe untied, displaying his defined abs and bare chest. All the colors were rid from his face and his beard was damp. In desperate attempt to atone for his rage and come back to his sense, he had washed his face. It looked genuine at first but after years of doing the same thing, you had come to realize that the habit was not an honest attempt to straighten himself out, it was all performative.

“Is that your vice now?” his deep, raspy voice was no longer startling for you. You just dragged your gaze towards him, displaying to Zeke the mess that he had created on your face. Your eyes were swollen, your make-up was smudged all over your face. It was no longer your shame; you wore it with pride like a battle scar. And also, because you knew how much he hated to see what his rage had caused, you knew it pained him inside and it pleased you.

You nodded, puffing out another wisp of smoke, but this time, at his direction.

There was no longer trace of anger on the tall, muscular man. What remained was only the shell of the menace that he was some moments ago. Both of you were tired of fighting already.

He sat next to you and took the cigarette from your fingers for his own. His chest heaved as he inhaled the toxin deep, “Urgh,” he groaned condescendingly, “Menthol.”

Yet despite his pretentious disapproval he took another taste, “Starting again?” Like a payback, he blew the smoke at your face, compelling you to close your eyes and look away.

“Why? Feeling sad?” He asked again, this time the mocking jeer was too palpable. You rolled your eyes, and tried to grabbed your cigarette back from his finger, but he was quick to move his hand away, “You don’t smoke in my house.”

“You smoke yourself,” you said, with the following word muttered under your breath, “fucker.”

“I make the rules, baby,” he grinned, a very sickening one as he stroked another inhale until it burned the cigarette to the butt-end, “tastes like shit.” Then stubbing out the cigarette on the wooden chair.

“You’re too pretty for this darn thing, anyway,” Zeke said, as he carried on his theatrical assholery by grabbing the tin can, and made a disapproving gesture upon seeing the menthol rolls, before he threw the contents over to the patio railing and down to the public roads below.

“You’re littering. What an asshole.” There was a vivid look of disgust on your face. Maybe you hated Zeke with all of your heart, maybe you longed to the day where this man finally paid the price of being the biggest cunt you have ever met, but maybe the reason why you haven’t left all along was because being with Zeke was an intoxication you would always cave in for. He was the replacement to your cigarettes and you couldn’t quit him.

“Where’s your cigarette? I need them.” You got up from your seat and headed inside for his clove cigarettes, the ones he had bought at trade auction. Imported straight from Southeast Asia, he rolled them himself. Pretentious twat, you cursed him.

But Zeke was quick to dismiss your attitude, even before you passed the doorframe, he pulled your arms and cornered you against the glass railing, the only thing that separate you from the absolute death below. He pinned your body against his bare chest as he smiled, a repugnant one that you had grown to loathe and long for at the same time, “No smoking for you, okay?” He wiped the leftover tears and the streak of smudgy mascara on your face when the skin suddenly stung underneath his thumbs. You whimpered.

Like an animal, he licked his thumb and wiped clean the black goo on the spot where it hurt on your face. He finally saw a cut wound. Not too deep to leave a scar, but visible enough to remind him of his own rage. The glass that Zeke broken had pierced through your cheek, “Does it hurt?” There was a genuine worry in his question.

You nodded, and Zeke sighed. He caressed your messy cheek with the knuckles of his finger, soft and delicate, a stark contrast to what he was just moments ago. “Don’t smoke, okay?” He kissed the wound he caused. It stung with the warmth of his lips but it did not hurt, “Anyway, the plan was for you to watch me die, not the opposite. So, don’t start again, alright? They’re bad.”

You hummed. The insanity of being with Zeke finally caught up with you.

“As bad as being with you,” you said, softened underneath his touch, “two things I wish I could quit.

A/N: Dear anon, I have a feeling that this was not what you had in mind when requesting, but I couldn’t help it~ This is the gist that I got from listening to Cigarette Duet hahaha 😭 I hope you’ll enjoy it nonetheless! 

[ateezthings]

ATEEZ Reaction: Crush being oblivious to their hints

Anon said: “Could you please write an ateez reaction to having a crush on someone who’s oblivious to their hints?? I have a second one too (more angsty heheheh), ateez reaction to their long time crush announcing they’re dating someone else??”

In this scenario I assumed their crush would be you, cz why would they not have a crush on you, hope you like it 😊 The second one will probably be out next week

Genderneutral

Fluff, Slight Angst in Jongho’s part

Pairings: You x each member

Warnings: None (Them confessing their feelings for you, a little manhandling in Jongho’s part)

  Songs that convey the mood I was going for:

Moon Taxi – Say

Keane – Somewhere Only We Know

A Day To Remember – Everything We Need

Great Good Fine Okay, Before You Exit – Find Yourself

  Scenario:

Because of your work you had gotten really close to all eight of the boys over the last few month. In the evenings you’d just chill and get something to eat with them. Nights usually ended with all of you lying on the couch in the dorms as one big ball of people, immersed in a show you had all decided to watch together. Some of them were always arguing and screaming during the show but overall, you got along great. You enjoyed their company. Little did you know that one of them enjoyed having you around more than the other boys.

*~Seonghwa~*

Towards the end of your movie night, you usually ended up dozing off on Seonghwa’s shoulder. It wasn’t that you were seeking him out, he just always happened to be near you when you started to feel sleepy. But you couldn’t complain, his shoulder was quite comfortable.

One night he told you to meet you in the kitchen, all the other boys were busy fighting each other for snacks in the living room.

“What’s going on Seonghwa?” It worried you a little because he was silent the whole day.

“Uhm, I felt like I needed to talk to you about something…”

“Sure, what is it?”

“Alright, uh… I sort of… uhm... have feelings... for you”

You needed a minute to comprehend what he just said. “Wow… okay… uhm... I didn’t expect that”

“I thought it was quite obvious because you fall asleep on my shoulder every night… but I guess not” He awkwardly chuckled.

Suddenly you felt quite dumb for not noticing.

“Okay uhm… I mean I like being around you… a lot… would you maybe give me some time to think about it?”

His eyebrows seemed to drop a little: “…Yeah, sure”

You couldn’t help but wanting to hug him really tight. While you were embracing him, he placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

  *~Hongjoong~*

He pressed play and a wonderfully melodious tune started playing. After a few moments Hongjoong’s voice started to sing on the recording. It was a beautiful love song about someone having a crush on someone else, but all their efforts didn’t seem to get them anywhere.

“Hongjoong that’s a beautiful song… and you wrote it all in one night? Wow”

“That’s all you have to say to that?”

“Well, I complimented you on your efforts… what did you wanna hear?”

“Oh, just forget it” He stopped looking at you and quickly closed the file.

“No really Joong, what is this about?”

He took a deep breath: “It’s about you, Y/N, the song is about you…”

“Hold on… it’s about me? Are you telling me that you have feelings for me, Hongjoong?”

“Finally… Yes Y/N, I’ve been wanting to tell you but you never caught on to my hints…” Now he smiled.

“I never thought, you’d like someone as weird as me…” It was a lot to comprehend for you.

Then he took your hands in his: “I know that I caught you off guard, so I don’t need an answer immediate-”

“No… I do… I like you too”

He broke out into the biggest smiliest smile you had ever seen. You had always wanted to be around him… all the time. And apparently he felt the same way about you.

  *~Yunho~*

On one of your Netflix nights, Yunho had asked you to come with him to get snacks from the convenience store. While you were leaving the rest of the guys yelled at you what they wanted. Typical. It was a beautiful night though, spring was coming, it wasn’t too cold.

“Let’s take this way, it’s shorter” Yunho suggested.

You didn’t recognize this part of your neighborhood: “Yunho? You’re not abducting me, are you?”

“No, you freak” He chuckled.

After a few minutes you arrived at a sort of terrace where you had a beautiful view over the city.

“It’s beautiful up here”

“Y/N, I need to tell you something, that has been on my mind for a while…” He fidgeted with his hands, before finally looking at you.

“Yunho you can tell me anything”

“Okay uhh… I kinda have a crush on you”

Your eyes grew big, you had no idea. “What? oh”

“Have you not noticed that I always ask you to help me with stuff and never the guys?”

Alright that made sense.

You had always thought Yunho was handsome but you’d just assumed he wasn’t looking for anything serious.

You approached him slowly to take his hands into yours.

After gathering all your courage, you closed the distance between you to press a sweet kiss on his lips.

  *~Yeosang~*

He had invited you to go to a flea market with him. You hadn’t thought much of it other than you having similar taste to Yeosang, so it was a good match to go together. What you didn’t expect were the thousands of people there, who apparently had the same idea as you. At one point you almost lost him, had Yeosang not grabbed your hand. He didn’t let it go after that. He did that, however, to the other boys as well, so you didn’t think much of it.

A few days later he texted you to come to the roof of their dorm building. You were curious, maybe he wanted to show you a new outfit he got and wanted you to take pictures of him.

When you got there, a few candles were lit and the skyline made for a great view from where the roof was located. It was beautiful.

“Yeosang?”

“Uh, Yes, I’m here!” He waved at you to come to the end of the rooftop, where you had the best view.

“Isn’t it beautiful?”

“Yeah, you almost forget that there are people running around down there… anyway… why did you wanna meet me here?”

“Uhm… I sort of have something to tell you”

“Okay? Go on” It freaked you out how awkwardly he was fidgeting with his hands.

“Yeah, alright, I’ll just say it… I like you Y/N… a lot”

He took your hands in his.

“I like spending time with you a lot, we often say the same things, we have similar taste in music and clothes and I just really like you… so I was wondering if you’d let me take you on a date sometime? It doesn’t need to be awkward, we already know each other quite well and we could just go out for some pizza and we could get bubble tea afterwards or not, if you’d like to do something else we could do that to or if you don’t want-”

Apparently, the only way to get him to shut up was to kiss him: “Yes, I’d love to go out with you, Yeosang”

He smiled blissfully.

  *~San~*

“Y/N, I’ve got feelings for you… romantic feelings… and it’s been killing me… I needed to tell you… would you maybe go out with me sometime?”

You had noticed San was a lot quieter the last few weeks, he seemed to have turned his attention inwards. But this? Wow, you didn’t expect that.

“San, I don’t know what to say”

“It’s okay, but I needed to tell you otherwise I would’ve exploded right here”

His bluntness was really endearing. You had always gotten along the best with San… And technically he only asked for one date, so what harm could that cause, you liked to spend time with him.

“Yes… I will go out with you”

“Woah, really? I didn’t expect- Now I don’t know what to say” He chuckled.

“You don’t need to” And with that you kissed his cheek.

  *~Mingi~*

All of you were watching It’s okay to not be okay on Netflix, when Wooyoung felt the need to be loud.

“Ugh, it’s so obvious Gang-tae likes her too, are you kidding me? He looks at her the same way Mingi looks at Y/N, come on could it be any more obvious? Just kiss already” He hadn’t realized what he just said but you stared at him in disbelief… as did Mingi.

Mingi liked you? Sure, he usually offered you the last piece of chocolate or the last bite of his ramen, but that’s what friends do, right? You excused yourself to go to the bathroom. While leaving you could hear Hongjoong scolding Wooyoung for not thinking before speaking.

Once you were done in the bathroom, you were surprised to see Mingi standing right in front of the bathroom door.

He smiled awkwardly: “Hi… uh… I’m sorry Wooyoung is such an idiot.”

“No, it’s fine… but is it true? Do you like me?”

“Yeah” He blushed and looked at the floor.

He was so cute. Wait what?... Maybe, you liked him too?

He took a step closer to you as your heart started pounding. Maybe you really liked him.

He was now right in front of you but he didn’t kiss you, he just smiled sweetly at you and took you into his arms: “You don’t need to answer me tonight.”

  *~Wooyoung~*

“Oh, Y/N, sorry, I didn’t know you were still here.”

Wooyoung stood in front of you, only in his boxers, heading to the bathroom. You didn’t know what to say.

You had come to their dorms as usual, to watch a movie. After a while Jongho and Wooyoung had decided to retract to their rooms to get an early night.

You snapped back to reality when Woo clapped his hands right in front of your face: “Earth to Y/N! I appreciate you checking me out but next time do it a little more subtle.”

Oh no. “I-uh-I wasn’t checking you out… I was just-”

“You don’t need to explain yourself” And you could swear as he walked past you, he winked at you.

After the movie had ended and all the other boys in the living sleepily stumbled towards their rooms, you packed up your things to go home. That’s when Wooyoung walked out again.

“Y/N can I talk to you for a sec?”

“Sure, what’s up, Woo?”

Suddenly he seemed quite insecure, scratching his head, looking at the floor, very unlike him.

“Wooyoung, are you alright?”

“Uh yeah, I just needed to tell you- I’ve wanted to tell you for a while but uhm- I guess what I wanna say is that I sort of have a crush on you”

Your jaw dropped.

“Y/N, I thought you would kinda catch on and talk to me, at the latest back there when I purposefully walked out in my underwear, but you don’t seem to get it”

“Uh… I mean I like you,Woo, we’ve been spending a lot of time together lately… and uhm I can’t say I didn’t like what I saw back there, so” You couldn’t hide your blushing cheeks.

You didn’t need to talk anymore. He closed the distance between you two and kissed you.

  *~Jongho~*

You had playfully picked a fight with Jongho about who got to pick the film for your next movie night. That’s when something in him snapped and he pinned you to the wall. He really took you by surprise.

“Alright enough, Y/N, you’re driving me insane with your oblivious behavior. Have you not noticed how I’m always working out shirtless when you’re in the room? How I give you the first bite of my tteokkbokki or how you always end up in a team with me when we play games?”

“Wh-what are you saying?” Your hands had come up to your chest, he seriously surprised you how he just took your arms and pinned them against the wall. But it also kinda turned you on a little.

“I’m saying that I like you Y/N… I like you more than friends…” That’s when he let you go, running his hand through his hair to relieve some tension.

You still hadn’t moved. When Jongho noticed, his eyebrows drooped a little: “I’m sorry, did I scare you? I didn’t mean to do that”

“No, Jong, it’s just…that… uhm… you’ve never- I’ve never been turned on by you before” Now you were blushing.

His eyebrows were raised: “Oh really? You liked that? There’s more where that came from…”

He took your wrists into his harsh grips again and hungrily pressed his lips on yours.

[aphrodite-would-be-proud]

🕯Anon said: hi sweetheart 🕊 can you write about armin having a quiet night with the reader? something like wearing comfy pajamas, fairy lights, cute little candles, incense, soft songs and maybe some reading? and they just cuddling? 🥺 i think about that whenever i go to sleep and do all of the above, but i'm just by myself lmao anyways, thank you so much 🌸 (btw i'm the anon who asked you about the armin x painter!reader 🥺 hello 🥺 i just love how you write can we be friends please) 🕯

Quiet night with Armin

{ Armin x Reader | tw:none | sleep help, comfort, fluff | modern }

{ "Twilight, Valley of the Genesee" 1865 by Samuel Colman 1832 - 1920 }

Shimmering golden hues weaved across pastel blue walls in the form of strings, crossing the bookshelf before making a turn at the plants corner, illuminating the room with a soft warm glow.

Your head rested against the satin pillow, just right above Armin's shoulder, close enough that you can see the rise and fall of his chest with every breath. The ends of his hair ghosting over your cheek whenever he leaned to tell a particular clever line of the book he's been reading to you.

You can't exactly remember the name of it, but you can clearly recall his excited smile this morning when showing it to you.

"It's one of my favourites" he said, "the last time i got to reread it was in high-school, has it really been that long?" And that's all you can remember from the conversation before it got sidetracked by him asking if you had lunch yet.

There's definitely something to be said about rereading a book over and over again, a sense of familiarity, an attachment to the characters, plot and world setting. It's almost magic how quickly your comfort book, show or movie can turn a horrible day into a nice one, making it the silver lining.

Looking at the way Armin would pause for a second after some lines, or chuckle at random scenes, like it's an inside joke between him and his mind, you can tell he's definitely recalling some good memories.

Just like how he's adding to his list of comfort memories by sharing this experience with you, he wants you to be a part of this silly book he once picked up as a child and continued to revisit every few years.

You glance at the remaining pages, just as he flips another one to start anew. You've already finished a third of the book, only a quarter remaining.

It's not that you're getting impatient, but it's more that the soft blanket draped over you, the warmth of Armin's body pressed next to yours and the sound of his voice, are all luring you into a hazy cloudy state where your eyelids feel too heavy and turning your head to check the clock seems too exhausting.

How long has it been? since you curled up against him right after you went to put your empty hot chocolate mugs in the sink.

You don't have the heart to tell him that your brain stopped registering the words he's saying and instead listens to the tone of his soft-spoken voice and reacts accordingly. Stealing another glance at the remaining pages, you notice a few missing, okay good, just a few more. You can hold on right?

Right?

Forcing your eyes open, you suppress a yawn threatening to rise before curling even closer to his shoulder, face against his neck, hand over his chest.

Instead of focusing on his calming heartbeat, you try to focus your attention on different things, like the smell of snowdrops flowers filling the room from the scented incense sitting on the nightstand. 

Snowdrops, the milky bell-like flowers who befriended the cold harsh snow herself.

An ancient German tale that Armin told you, on one early spring morning. When the universe was just in bloom, as the earth shaped its form and the plants dressed themselves, when the god in the heavens above just created snow, she was told to go seek her colours from the flowers below.

She came with her request, but the flowers turned their heads, refusing to acknowledge her for she is the reason for the harsh weather, deeming their life spans short, overzealous and jealous, protecting their colours from the merciless lady snow. 

She was left all alone, friendliness, colourless with no love or sympathy from a soul.

Except for one, came knocking on her door, head bowed down and humbly offered to share. Snowdrops were the flowers that warmed the snow's heart, and so white was the colour in which snow was known.

Snow made a vow, to always protect her one and only friend, even from her own self. Under her watchful gaze, snowdrops were gifted with warmth that let them be the first flowers to bloom when winter bid her goodbyes as spring was arriving soon.

You've never seen snowdrops the same since, their delicate and shy nature standing out between all the proud flowers, you even suggested planting some to Armin.

"...but sweetheart" you remember him saying with a frown, " snowdrops are poisonous."

…

Yeah, and so getting their scented incense was the second best option available.

You hear the sound of another page being turned, fewer left to go, just hold on a bit longer.

Wondering the room with your eyes, your gaze fell on the straw sunhat hanging from the on the back of a chair. It's Armin's favourite, he'd always wear it when the sun was particularly bright that day.

you remember him saying it was a gift from his grandpa when he was a child.

His grandpa...didn't you visit his farm a few months ago?

...yeah you did, you can recall clearly, how you were:

Squinting your eyes to avoid the bright sun, you wiped the sweat collecting on your forehead before leaning your head back against the wooden wall. The occasional passing cool breeze distracting you from the dryness in your throat, even after moving to sit in the shade your skin still felt too hot.

The grassy fields in front stretched wide before ending in white pained fences, where the crops patches for vegetables started.

The sudden gentle waves of cool air against your skin made you glance to the side, where Armin was fanning you with his hat, while holding a tray with two ice filled lemonades in his other hand.

"Are you sure you don't want to go inside?" He said, sitting next to you before handing you the cold drink, "you've already done a lot, I'll do take care of the rest."

You've been helping Armin with the farm work since sunrise, feeding the animals together and watering the crops, saying you're exhausted from the scorching hot sun was an underestimation.

And yet, somehow Armin seems unaffected. Not a sign of being bothered as he sat there next to you with his rolled up sleeves and cuffed pants, the slight flushing to his face was the only thing he got from the sun.

"Yeah, I need to lay down a bit." You remember saying, after emptying your drink in one go.

"If that's the case then-" setting the tray aside, Armin patted his lap while looking at you, "Come here."

Too tired to protest, you layed your head on his thigh, feeling your back stretching and the cool air from his fanning was already making you feel better.

"You know, there's a story my grandpa used to tell me about the sun."

An Australian folklore, about a time when the earth was merged in absolute Darkness, when even the stars refused to light up the sky.

Eternal darkness was the fate of humanity, as people were spent their lives carrying torches to light up their way.

Gnowee was an alone mother in a forsaken world, left to fend for her little son. Each day while he slept safely, she'd venture into the the fields in search for plants or seeds. Knowing very well that's it's a matter of life and death if she couldn't come back with something edible.

Each day she'd come with whatever she could find, feeding it to her son even if it meant sleeping on an empty stomach.

But with food scarce and the abyss looming at every corner, things were harder each day.

One day after rocking her child to sleep, she quietly left with her torch to dig for yams she saw on her way last time. Retracting her footsteps, it was a long journey but she knew it'd be worth it.

And so she walked and walked till she reached the place, began digging the ground but dirt and mud was all that she could find. But she couldn't just go back to her son empty handed, and so she wandered far.

She wandered so far in fact that she reached the end, not the end of her journey but the end of the earth itself.

Somehow, in someway she managed to pass from under it, her will for her son to live another day far greater that anything, and so she emerged from the other side.

The void.

Where nothingness lived.

Looking at the vast empty space, she didn't know where she was, the line between the ground and walls was so blurred that she thought she's floating.

Panic and dread filled her mind as she raised her torch higher and higher, attempting to clear a path for her to see. For she had to go back to her son, all alone sleeping by himself.

Climbing the sky was her only solution, as she wondered the world, unknowingly lighting up a path with her as she went.

"And so the Sun Goddess wonders the sky above, in search for her son." Armin told you that day, before offering you his own lemonade to drink because he was still worried about you.

...

You can't recall how that day ended, you think you might have fell asleep on his lap right after.

The fairylights on the wall reminded you of the clear stars sky you've seen while on the farm, his grandfather was a really sweet guy too.

With your mind still coulded in drowsiness, your hearing was also delayed apparently, since you just noticed the book in Armin's hold was closed with him staring at you with a smile instead.

Moving so he could set the book on the nightstand, Armin turned towards you before pulling you closer to him, making sure the covers don't slip off of you. He cupped your face, stroking your cheek with love in his eyes.

"I'm sorry baby, did I take too long?" He said, glancing at the clock behind you answered his question. 

You shook your head, murmuring a slurred "it's alright." 

Posture visibly relaxing, he gave your cheek a small kiss before resting too on the pillow next to you, a yawn escaping him.

With half closed eyes, you saw him cuddling close to your chest, features softening as he bid you goodnight. Your hand moved to stroke his hair just like he always liked, lacing your fingers through the soft strands you closed your eyes too. 

Warmth took over you, the feeling of his soft breath near your neck, the comfortable weight of his arms around you, the slow ticking of the clock, it all rocked you to sleep as you happily gave in.

[misslovasstuff]

Hi, I love the way you write <3. I wanted to make a request, could you write a Fyodor x reader where Fyodor finds out that his s/o was seriously injured due to one of his enemies and only hurt her to get revenge on Fyodor? Like, Fyodor neglected that his girlfriend went shopping and there Fyodor's enemy hurts her (obviously in an alley or so) and when she gets home Fyodor finds out everything bc she's crying and she's hurt.

I don't know if I was understood, but I would be happy if you could do it, you write really beautiful, thank you anyways. <33

I got you anon! <33

He loves greatly

Fyodor x reader

tw: slight mention of abuse/r*pe (but very soft end :’)

The night was colder than usual. Even your long trenched cold nor your gloves could really protect you from the bitter cold. Your jaws were trembling and your teeth clenching with each other. However, your home wasn’t far away from where you were now, walking through a dark alley, all alone.

Usually, by this time, you’d be accompanied by your boyfriend. But for some reason, he didn’t come to pick you up tonight. 

Your hands were hurting from caring all your shopping bags by yourself. The heavy breathing and footsteps of yours were the only sounds that pierced the darkness until suddenly, a spotlight hit you from above. 

“What the, - you stop and scan the area but there was no one around. It felt like the dimming light was sucking all your energy and you collapse to the ground.

Your vision gets blurry but you don’t lose consciousness yet. You notice footsteps approaching. A bitter laugh is heard in the background.

You look up and see the faces of two men, one creepier than the other, smiling down on you.

“This is his girlfriend? Damn. - one of the men whistles while touching your hair. - That rat sure is a lucky one.”

You slap his hand away, furrowing your eyebrows.

“Dare to touch me and he’ll kill you.”

“Trust me, darling, that’s exactly what we’re after.”- there’s a disgusting expression on the other man’s face when his hands start to travel around your body.

“No, don’t!”- you struggle to escape but there’s no use. A hard slap makes you collapse to the ground, this time losing consciousness.

...

After a few minutes, you wake up with a dizzy head. Scanning your surroundings, you notice scars in your skin that weren’t there before. Furthermore, your top was half cropped and your hair was loose. You manage to get up, your legs trembling and your eyes watery, you let out a scream, crying out for help.

But there was none. Only desperation and fear. You were drowning in the darkness that surrounded you, but somehow, you found the strength to walk.

When you arrive home to him, to the man that you risked your life for on daily basis, you had mixed feelings for at the end of the day.

“Y/n?”- Fyodor widens his eyes at the sight of you. Truly speaking, not only you looked exhausted,  but you looked broken.

“Love, what happened?”- Your boyfriend approaches you worriedly, afraid to touch you, afraid to even look you in the eyes.

A tear rolls down your eye. You didn’t know how much a single tear of yours created a storm of rage in Fyodor’s eyes. If you shed a single tear, he’d made the world burn and desperately seek your tears as salvation. He’d made the world bow to your knees and apologize. He’d do everything. Absolutely everything. 

“I was attacked, - you say with a trembling voice, a voice that broke Fyodor’s heart. A voice that caused Fyodor’s soul to curse the moment he wasn’t there, the moment he couldn’t protect you. - It is your fault.”

It was said, that there were no ways that a human could even try to hurt Fyodor. Because he was a man that had nothing to lose. Someone who had only ambitions and no past.

But there were people who knew that he had a weak point, the only flower in his garden, the only diamond that could cut him. It was you. 

You were his weakness. Someone who should never, ever, be involved in his dirty games, thus he always tried to keep you safe. But tonight, he couldn’t.

“What...what did you say?”- Fyodor’s heart trembled for the first time. Was it guilt, was it pain, or just the responsibility of loving someone?

“It’s your fault! Look at me!”- you shout at him, hitting his chest repeatedly. Fyodor heard your screams that stung his heart. He held your fists that meant to hit him multiple times. But in the end, you cry in his arms, hugging him tightly, finding the protection that you once searched for. You were safe in his arms, but your tears couldn’t stop falling as your heart felt heavy.

Fyodor embraced you gently, patting your head.

“I'm sorry. - he apologizes, kissing the top of your head while caressing your back. - I’m so sorry.”

You clench his shirt while he bites his lip out of frustration. Anger slowly building inside him, he takes you to the bed, putting you in nice and cozy.

After all the crying, sleep gets to you and thus, you surrender, finally getting some peace.

But for Fyodor, this wasn’t over. Whoever the bastards who hurt you, there are going to pay.

Not by death alone, but by a sort of torture, that they’ll be begging him for death.

He takes a last look at you, sleeping soundly on his bed. Fyodor places a kiss on your forehead and you smile in your sleep. This gesture of yours makes him smile softly, caressing your cheek while trying to make himself leave. How much he wanted to stay by your side, reminding you that everything’s going to be alright, that you weren’t to get hurt anymore because of him. But all Fyodor could do was wish for your happiness and the death of his enemies, which was about to be as painful as a snake bite, long and torturing. 

As he was about to leave the room, you suddenly call out his name.

“Fyodor, - he immediately reacts to the sound of your voice. - please stay with me, I need you.”

Guilt, desire, regret, pain, all these placed in a human heart, don’t you think it’s too much?  Fyodor was conflicted. He wanted to stay but first, he had to take revenge. He had to, otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to sleep at all.

“Love, come.”- you speak in your sleep with so much gentleness. Fyodor slowly approaches your sleepy self. For a short moment, he lets himself in the sheets, putting you in his embrace. Your head rests in his chest and his arms are around you.

Fyodor caresses your skin and he feels the scars on it. His hands tremble while running them over with his fingers.

“Ah beautiful, what have those bastards done to you?”- he squeezes you tight, closing his eyes so he could forget. He could forget he let this happen.

How could this happen? He was always so protective of you. Always.

“It’s your fault! Look at me!” - your words ring in his mind like a curse. He couldn’t bear it anymore.

Fyodor tries to leave but you take a grip of his hand, stopping him.

“Don’t do it. It’s not worth it for me.”

Do you know about that kind of switch that goes on and off inside one person’s head. That’s what snapped in Fyodor right now.

You had such an innocent look on your face. The bruises left on your body, your dull eyes, your magic had turned into dust. Your smile was fake, trying to deceive your angry boyfriend who stood there in shock.

After all that happened, you were still trying to protect him. You cared about him because Fyodor was the man you so dearly loved, he was your hero and you had just accused him, which gave you a sense of guilt.

“I’m sorry, for what I said earlier. It’s not your fault, Fyo, it’s just...”- you fail to explain your mixed feelings when your boyfriend holds your hand, your foreheads touching each other.

“Even if the sun burned your skin even a bit, I would freeze it without a second thought. If the river attempted to drown you, I would drain it. Even if the entire world shattered to pieces, I’d hold you close while I die for you. Don’t ever apologize for such things again. Ever.”- he cups your cheek while putting some strands of hair behind your ear.

“But Fyodor, I don’t want you to get hurt - your words get interrupted when he hushes with a soft peck in the lips.

“I’ll be back soon, I promise.”

He kisses your forehead and puts another blanket above your shoulders.

You watch him leave, your hero who would gladly make the ocean burn for you. That is, the way Fyodor loves. He loves so greatly. 

[blackberry-gingham]

This was kinda inspired by the previous anons request but could you write headcannons/imagines (whichever you think fits best) about being an actress and meeting their lad on the set of one of their movies/a movie

(Ok ik I have other requests waiting looong behind this one, but it's going to bug me if I don't do this first, so I'll post my next chronological request tomorrow instead of my usual every other dayish schedule! Thanks guys ❤️)

Honestly, the absolute MOOD™ of this gif has been on my mind for like all of the following imagines. Like the on periodt FLAVOR that actress is rocking, all done up and everything ?? John or [insert one of the other three] ob-sessed with you ?? Literally yes. So yeah, there's my overview lol, the rest is up to your imagination!

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy! 😌

George

You meet George on your way to grab a little refreshment before your scene in between takes

You've got a nice little flute of wine, to calm the nerves of course, when suddenly you get bumped rather harshly from behind!

Luckily your drink spilled on the floor and not your nice costume, but still, you're about to give whomever it is a piece of your mind!!

You turn on a dime and come face to face with... Oh

There, only inches away, stands the George Harrison, with a mouthful of food, a wrapped up snack for later, and eyes wide as saucers

It's a race to see who can apologise first

While you over come your shock at nearly cursing out one of the stars of the show, he hurriedly chews and swallows the last of his snack

"I'm so sor-" "-eg your pardon!"

You overlap each other with your apologies, causing a similar scenario again as you both accept the other's apology

The two of you chuckle a bit at that

At this point, George feels like he's just now getting a good look at you

He wonders if you're a recent hire, bc otherwise he certainly would've noticed the most beautiful woman in the building before now

Suddenly a touch self conscious, he wipes the crumbs from the corners of his mouth and scrambles for a way to make small talk

It's not really his forte, you see

Luckily, you come in to save him

You cock your head to look at his napkin of snacks

"What have you got there?"

"Oh these? N-nothing, just some scones or something like that"

He crosses his arms behind his back, like he's embarrassed to be caught smuggling snacks

"Oh! Have you tried the cream cheese and raspberry ones? They're to die for!"

George loosens up a bit. He wouldn't have guessed you were something of a food fan too...

He brings around his napkin of goodies and unwraps it a bit for you to see

"I have actually, would you like one?"

You thank him and take one, savouring the flavor while he pops another into his mouth as well

"See, quite good! Although, I'd dare say mine are better"

You laugh, but George simply stares

"You bake?" He says through a mouthful of scone, eyes alight

Of course you confirm that you do indeed, and your cooking is fantastic too, thank you very much!

The two of you talk about some of your favorite treats to make and from there... Well, George is pretty sure he's met his soul mate

John

Now when you meet John, I think you approach him!

He's backstage taking a smoke

You'd think he's just having a quick break to relax before filming starts, but the way he's looking around, shifting his weight, and fiddling with his outfit says it all

Classic stage fright

You remember those days, but as a seasoned, successful actress, you've learned a few tips and tricks you think might help!

For one thing, getting to know more then just your co-stars is a bit of a relief

Plus, I mean... It's John Lennon! And have I mentioned you're a bit of a fan?

So you approach, completely unfazed, and poor old Lennon does a double take

Out of gentlemanly habit, he immediately puts out his dart when he sees you coming

You come right up and introduce yourself with a "how do you do"

Now at this point, normally he'd respond with a witty but dirty pick up line, but...

He can't tell if he's just not in the mood from his nerves or what, but he just can't bring himself to do it

Or maybe... Maybe there's just something about you?

It's not every day such a fetching woman approaches him without screaming her head off and begging for an autograph in the process

Besides, there's just this air of confidence about you that puts him at ease

You make it look so effortless too!

He wishes he could be like that...

John nods respectfully with a quiet "just fine thanks"

He doesn't bother to introduce himself, he simply assumes everyone here knows who he is

You tilt your head and smile invitingly

"Are you sure? Excuse me for saying so, but you seem a bit nervous"

Well, regarding the filming coming up, he was a bit, but standing here, talking with you?

He certainly is now!

"It's fine, just thinking about my lines and such"

You can tell he's lying, but you let the matter go to switch up tactics

"Well I'm sure you'll be just fine out ther- Oh? Hold on..."

You casually saunter up to him as though you've known him for years to straighten his tie and smooth down his lapels

Despite your boldness, John puts up no resistance. In fact, he finds he rather enjoys your touch

He's so use to a more... different sort of touch when it comes to women, to the point that he's nearly forgotten just how fulfilling soft and gentle contact like this can be

Forgetting himself, John leans into your palms a bit as you finish petting them across the chest of his suit

You definitely notice, but decide to have mercy and say nothing about it

"Just remember, if you need a little stage advice out there, I'll be around"

You wink at him and walk off to your dressing room

John waits a moment until your out of sight, weighing what just happened in his mind

You know what?

He smiles to himself and jogs after you

Maybe he does want some advice...

Paul

Now Paul I think is the one guy of the four to seek you out!

You're relaxing in your dressing room adding just a few small touch ups to your lipstick and so on until you're on

When the gentle knock comes to your door, you assume it's your assistant come to fetch you

You check the time and then hurry over to answer the door

"Yes yes, I-"

Paul is standing with his hands clasped behind his back, a respectful distance from your door

When he'd heard you were the leading lady of this film, he knew he simply had to see you in person

He's a bit of a fan himself you see, and he can tell you right now, the camera doesn't do you half justice

Paul's mouth forms a little "O" as he looks you up and down so quick, it's almost subtle

Not at all impressed, you look at him expectantly, but try to hold back any attitude

"Can I help you, Mr. McCartney?"

He snaps out of his daydream and at last looks at you with the respect you deserve

"Oh, my apologies love, I just wanted to greet my co-star!"

Paul gingerly takes your hand and kisses your knuckles

Alright, maybe you're a little impressed

"I've heard so much about you, I couldn't believe it when they told me you were going to be a part of our little film"

He laughs, and then clears his throat awkwardly

"Sorry, I guess I'm just something of a fan"

You're a bit taken aback to see Paul, the ladies man himself, McCartney acting flustered, but what a compliment for one of the Beatles to be a fan of you

Needless to say, you're nice about his being awkward and hang around for a little conversation

He tells you about all the movies he's seen you in and how wonderful a job he thought you did

You're really enjoying the moment, after all, what a rare one it is! Until your assistant comes to fetch you and Paul for filming

"Oh yes, we'll be right along!"

Paul calls after your assistant and more or less shoos them away

Once you two are alone again, Paul fidgets a moment fishing around in his pockets

"Now I know you get this a lot-"

He pulls out a newspaper article and a pen, then holds them out to you

Upon closer inspection, it's the headline from when you were recognized for your first acting award

"But could I please get your autograph?"

Then he leans in and whispers, "and please don't tell the lads..."

You laugh and assure him his secret is safe as you sign your name in flowing script before handing him his prize

Paul looks like a child in a candy shop, he's so excited

You smile sweetly and begin heading towards the filming site

Before you know it Paul trots up beside you, following close

He looks from you to his newspaper clipping once and then twice before his eyes linger on you

"You know, I have a record from one of your plays back at the hotel... Could you-?"

At first you shoot him a look, but the puppy eyes he's giving you assures you he means no funny business, so you promise him ❤️

Ringo

You meet Ringo backstage in between sets, right before your scene

And when I tell you the first time Ringo sees you, he immediately knows he would die for you...

!!! RINGO. IS. STAR STRUCK !!!

You're already gorgeous as is, so when his first time seeing you is all done up with your hair, outfit, and makeup for the movie he's just BLOWN AWAY

And as he should be 💅🏻

There's still a decent bit of time before he needs to take his place or anything like that, which is good bc his brain is in a whole other dimension rn

You're absolutely magnetic and all he can think to do is approach

"Oh, hello Mr. Starr! Can I help you?"

"hi"

You blink at him for a moment, not quite sure what's happening

But when it hits you, you quickly cover your mouth with a gloved hand, trying your very best not to laugh at the poor guy

Ringo however, is completely under your spell at the moment

"I uuuuh, I'm Ringo"

His big droopy eyes are absolutely transfixed in a dreamlike haze on your beautiful face, and he offers you his hand to shake

Now you're REALLY trying not to laugh

You give his hand a shake, brushing off any awkward feelings, and introduce yourself

Ringo repeats your name aloud, looking now as though he's been transported into a dream

That's your name? He loves that name! How did you know!

After a moment of awkward silence while you let him process, he thankfully seems to return to reality

"Ahem, sorry, I didn't mean to bother you"

He looks away quickly, now starting to realize he's made himself out to be quite the fool

"Well I feel rather silly, uh"

He scratches his neck and sneaks a glance up at you

Thankfully, you're very understanding! You have a lot of fans, and his behavior isn't quite unheard of in your experience

"Oh, no no! It's no trouble at all!"

You give a genuine laugh and tell him you're always glad to meet a fan

Ringo responds with a little humor to relieve any last traces of tension or awkwardness and then laughs his deep, goofy laugh

You contemplate what a strange but wonderful sound it is

And you know? wouldn't mind sticking around to hear it again...

Besides, he's clearly already very interested in you

That, and it's nice to meet a gentle soul amongst your fan base, rather then the clamoring men and women you're used to

Ringo smiles at you with pure admiration, before picking up some easy small talk with you, just as though you're anyone else

It's at that moment you officially fall for him

[astro-pioneer]

hey I love ur work also Idk if ur taking request at this time but I was wondering if u had time that if u could maybe make a second part to the red string fic about childe cause wow 😩angst is so good

In Another, Maybe 『Childe』

➽ Part two of Broken String | Taking care of Teucer wasn't something (Y/N) had on their schedule for the day, but with the begging golden eyes of the traveller and hopeful blue eyes of the child, who were they to refuse? If only they were informed on who Teucer was related to before making a promise. | Small spoilers for Childe's story quest | The beginning sounds like a platonic Teucer story but we need development so sorry </3

Hi hi anon! I almost cried when I saw your request oml. I'm so glad you like what I write and thank you for the support!! My requests are indeed open (I call them new expeditions in my bio) but I'm glad you asked about it :D I hope this is what you expected but if not send me a message and I can possibly do a third part with an alternate ending.

The child looked familiar, that much (Y/N) knew, but couldn't pinpoint where from. What they didn't know was how the traveller knew where they lived. "Uh, hello?" Right away they knew trouble was in their future. Aether's nervous smile said it all. Teucer knew them just like he knew who the traveller was, especially when his big sister Tonia fawned after reading that part of the letter.

"Hi (Y/N)! We're sorry to bother you, but Zhongli told us you weren't busy and that you could help us!" Ah, so that's how the trio found them. They loved Zhongli dearly, don't get them wrong, but sometimes he shares a little too much information to the ones he trusts. "He told us you're really good with kids, and we usually see you playing pirates with a group on some days."

(Y/N) sighed, seeing that there was no way out of this situation, and almost stepped back in to grab some Mora before the child (who still has yet to be introduced) stopped them. "Oh, it's okay! My big brother already gave us money to spend. Now, come on!" The tiny hands latched onto a bigger right one, the pulling of the limb making the tied string sway lightly.

The nod was small but seen nonetheless, making Paimon sigh in relief. Teucer dragged (Y/N) away before they could close their front door, making the travelling duo do it. Aether cringed at the quick glance inside. It was so cold and depressingly empty. "Maybe it's because they're usually out?" Not even Paimon herself sounded sure about her reasoning.

"Anyway, my name's Teucer! I came from Sneznhaya! What about you?"

The older person blinked, not expecting the kid to not even know their name (even after Paimon said it). "Oh, I'm (Y/N), and I moved to Liyue from Inazuma." He awed; it was very easy to amaze the child, they mused. A small gasp came from Teucer before they were dragged away, the traveller struggling to keep up with the excited kid.

"Oooh, c'mon (Y/N)! Let's go to the wharf! I was never able to see it when I got here! You too, Mr. Nice Guy!" Their right hand was finally released and the string touched the ground once more. The kid ran off but was always in the watchful sight of the trio as they caught up to him.

"Teucer, please try not to run off anymore."

He didn't respond, too amazed with the view and size of the wharf to care. "Woah! Look at the waves! Do they ever freeze?" Aether and Paimon stood back from (Y/N) and Teucer, talking amongt themselves.

"Is it just Paimon, or does it feel like we're just awkward third wheels?" Seeing the nod from her companion, Paimon nodded with crossed arms in satisfaction before floating over after seeing the kid go to the anchor. "This is an anchor. Ships use it to stop the wind from blowing them away."

Teucer pondered for a bit before nodding, 'An anchor...got it. I might get it confused with Commodore Hook though..." The three echoed the name in confusion, prompting him to explain. "My brother always sends me a big present for my birthday. Commodore Hook, Blacksteel Jack, Iron Tony, they all stay in our backyard!"

(Y/N) kept their shock hidden well. "That's very kind of your brother. Are they as big as the anchor?" He nodded as an answer before seeing the stall selling fish, running off yet again. An acquaintance from their work waved in greeting, (Y/N) reciprocating the action with their right hand. The string no longer brushed the ground.

They came back to the group, hearing Uncle Gao, the owner of the fish stall, get mad at Teucer for innocently comparing the fish in Liyue to what he's used to back in his homeland. "That's no way to talk to a child now, is it, sir? There's no reason to get worked up over regional differences." Their face was passive but anyone with a keen enough eye could see the threat behind their façade. Paimon herself even got angry at the stall owner.

"There's legends about these big fish back at home! I told my brother about it and a few days later, he came back with a big fish slung over his shoulder!" He exaggerated 'big' to get his point across, which was cute. "Mr. Nice Guy, (Y/N), let's go see the boats." He grabbed both of their hands this time.

The quick walk ended when they reached a small but intricately designed boat. Teucer signed dejectedly. "I miss my brother..." His palms pressed to his eyes. Paimon was shocked, pointing out the fact that they (minus (Y/N)) just saw him. "That doesn't count! It was for such a short time! Take me to see my brother, I don't want to play anymore!"

The trip to Qingxu Pool's nearby river was a long distance away, especially in Teucer's eyes. Not even halfway through did he ask (Y/N) to give him a piggyback ride, who just sighed and accepted the request. The incline as well as Aether and Paimon blocked their view of Teucer's brother, but they paused at Paimon's declaration. "Found him! There's Childe! Wait..." Teucer didn't notice the faltered step.

Shimmying off their back, Teucer ran toward the taller ginger. Oh, dear. If (Y/N) knew who Teucer's brother was, they would've stayed home and completed upcoming paperwork. Their eyes quickly looked to his left hand, the matching, dull string also tied to his pinkie. At the mention of selling toys, (Y/N) looked at their soulmate suspiciously. "Fatui scum don't sell toys though..." They kept their mouth shut at the pleading eyes of the travelling duo.

The trio stood back, watching the scene unfold in front of them concerning Childe's "toy selling business", as Teucer called it. Another Fatui member, a subordinate, appeared right after, informing the ginger about new recruits. The blond then turned to (Y/N). "Also, Mr. Zhongli asked me to inform you about an urgent matter that he didn't go into details about. However, he requests that you make haste to meet him." They clicked their tongue, still hating how the Fatui are still associates of the funeral parlour.

"Aw, really? Both of you are leaving? Do you have to?" The small smile make Childe's heart squeeze.

"Apologies Teucer, but I know I speak for both your brother and I when I say that it's important for us to keep working. You're always welcome to find me when you want to though, alright?" A nod was shared between the two broken soulmates before (Y/N) turned, heading back to the harbour.

Aether didn't miss the longing stare Childe had before he snapped out of it, answering Teucer's question his own way, laced with lies that'll only harm himself in the end. Paimon didn't miss it either, but she was more vocal until he covered her mouth.

The next time (Y/N) saw Teucer and Co. was when they came barging into their office. "We're going to the Institute of Toy Research! Come.on, I want you to come with us!" They had no choice but to go. Watching the lengths Childe would go just to make his brother happy struck something inside of them. Not deep enough to make them love him but to see him in a new light.

(Y/N) got to the worn down harbinger before anyone else, squatting down in front of him. "I wish we met under different circumstances, Mr. Soulmate." He cracked a grin.

"I'd ask if there would be any chance where we could change the outcome, but-" he raised his left hand, where the string was nothing but the knot, "-seems as though it's a little too late, huh?"

They shared sad smiles to each other, (Y/N) giving the traveller a signal to get Teucer's attention for a while. "Possibly... In another life, maybe we could've been together. In this run, however, it was sadly not meant to be." They linked their tied hands together, both witnessing the last piece of their connection as soulmates diminish away before their eyes. "I'm glad to have been able to witness that you're more than just a mindless pawn to the Tsaritsa... Hearing what you do for your siblings and even now proved that."

Aether and Paimon came over after (Y/N) stood up, going back to Teucer as they talked. "Did you find your brother yet?" They played along with the "game" of hide and seek. But yet, their thoughts were far away, thinking of an alternative time where the two of them met under different circumstances. What would've happened to the soulmates if they never met in Liyue and witnessed what happened with their beloved? No one knows, not even the gods themselves...

[fallenrepublick]

Could you do a Thrawn x reader where the reader gets fatally hurt on a mission? Maybe they weren’t supposed to come along but they snuck along anyways? I’m in the mood for some angst!

Oh, anon, you don’t know what you’ve unleashed here on this day...

I’ve been nice to you all, given you angst wrapped in little bows of fluff, ending things on good notes for the sake of your emotions. But no, not this time.

Behold, after all this time..... an angst fic, with no resolution.

Warnings: Just fighting ;)

Trust, one of the many aspects that relationships rest on to succeed, is differently earned depending on the type of person you seek it from. On this, most can agree. Some people, mostly those who’ve not often been betrayed or still cling to hope that their loyalties are not misplaced, trust easily. To earn their trust is an easy thing, and sometimes their naivety brings about their downfall, only for them to pick up once more and do the same thing all over again. Other people are more difficult to get through to, their jaded personalities and stubborn perspectives creating a sort of barrier that only those who prove their loyalties may find themselves on the right side of. And then… there was Thrawn.

Skeptical by nature, he wasn’t one known to “trust” others. Ask anyone, and they’d say the only thing close to it was being expected to complete a task, and nothing more. All things considered, it made sense, and many of the imperial officers in those positions didn’t seem to have the best track record on performing the way they should have been, and he had little reason to go outside professionalism and develop any close friendships.

That was the way everyone else saw it, at least. As his personal advisor and the one he explained, “maintains the most consistent and viable amount of common sense” in comparison to your colleagues, he was never found without you. And this, he found, made it much easier to love you.

Amongst others, you were at his side out of necessity, providing input and suggestions where it was needed in relation to the task at hand. Amongst each other, you were at his side out of a desire, his attachment to you clear, and admiration for you present in every moment he watched you move. It was a language only the two of you knew, and it was the way you wanted to keep it.

Which was why, when Thrawn announced his closest upcoming mission and who would be coming with him, you were shocked, and almost hurt, that you were not a part of it. You couldn’t share this sentiment among the officers that crowded the room, but Thrawn noted your silence throughout the rest of the meeting. He had little time to act on it, though, for once you were alone, you made your displeasure known.

“You’re leaving me here,” you said accusingly, crossing your arms in disdain. “You never leave me here. What is it?”

Thrawn sighed, and standing from his chair, walked around the curvature of his desk to where you stood. “This mission is… different, darling,” he explained, voice gentle and patient, despite your unwavering displeasure. “There are many reasons I chose not to have you come.”

“Oh yeah? How different? What reasons?” You leaned forward, bringing your face close to his as a sort of challenge.

“When combating Jedi, there are many unknown factors,” he said simply, maintaining your eye contact, practically answering your challenge. “To allow you on that battlefield would not only be an unnecessary risk, but it would also be irresponsible. I trust you to take care of things here in my stead.”

At the time, you had agreed, the last part of his admission to you instilling a small amount of guilt that you couldn’t help but give in to. But when the day came for him to leave, his figure receding into the cavern of his ship, it was almost on instinct that you climbed yourself in as well, holing yourself up in a utility closet that seemed to have the least probability of being accessed by any of the crew members.

The distance travelled proved considerably smaller than what you were anticipating, and after about three hours of you wondering if you had just made a bad life decision, the ship left hyperspace, approaching a planet that, from your position in the closet, was all but unknown to you.

The sounds of the crewmembers outside your door scrambling across the floors as they attempted to prepare for landing sent a surge of anxiety through you, and it took all you had not to simply leap out and reveal yourself. Instead, however, you waited, listening until their steps were but faint echoes in the distance, before you opened the door and stepped out, the silence of the now-empty ship providing a momentary peace before you left to face whatever immense danger Thrawn had wanted to protect you from.

The ramp was still lowered for easy access if an escape was necessary, and you tread down it carefully, attempting to prevent the soles of your feet from clanging against the metal too loudly. Far off, fire was being exchanged, and the lights from blaster bolts illuminating their surroundings suggested the combat to be more intensive than if they were simply combating a group of rebels. No, Thrawn had been right. They were Jedi.

Jedi, surely not the type that were spoken about in stories of the past. If that were the case, the troopers would not be lasting this long. These Jedi, or whatever you’d call them nowadays, were fools tricked into believing they could measure up or make a difference. That being said, a laser sword is still a laser sword.

Making your way around the buildings of the damaged village, you spotted Thrawn amongst the chaos, blue skin a dead giveaway against the glow of red that was raining from the blasters of the people among him. He had a plan. He always did. But the fact he hadn’t told it to you made your heart utterly sink, and the strange inkling that something would go awry seemed to grasp hold of your mind relentlessly as you watched the conflict play out.

You had to help him. You wanted to help him, and at this point, you had come too far to simply stand around and watch this happen. Him seeing you was the least of your worries. So you crept behind your territory, ducking behind blockades as needed and finding shielding behind the environment as you progressed further down the front. And as such, it was inevitable that Thrawn saw you.

His expression changed within an instant from frustration to abject horror as he watched you approach, dust and dirt clinging to your normally crisp uniform and speckling your face. Pressing his back up against the barrier, he turned his attention to you fully, pulling your arm towards him so that you were on your knees at his side.

“What,” he hissed, anger lacing his voice. “Do you think you are doing here?”

“Normally, you trust me with information,” you began as he turned periodically to send a few blasts back to the rebels. “But you dodged telling me basically everything about this mission. I’m here to find out why.”

“That’s it?” He was growing increasingly more frustrated, and even as you turned with your own blaster, taking multiple shots at your enemies, it was clear you were not going to be here long if he had any say in it. “I gave you an order.”

“Not formally.”

You noticed him bite the inside of his lip to keep himself from saying the thing on his mind. Even then, though, you could practically hear it.

You’re lucky I love you.

Across the battlefield stood the two Jedi, the ones it seemed everyone nowadays was hunting. That didn’t stop you from leaning out and aiming straight for them, which in turn, did not stop them from blocking your blaster bolt and redirecting it straight through your side.

It was a shock, to be sure, the initial contact of the bolt sending a surge through your body as you fell backwards, the concrete hitting your spine and making the wound sting even more than it already did. Remaining still, the pain subsided, only for it to shoot through your body once again if you tried to move.

It was then that you noticed Thrawn had dropped his blaster entirely. Sliding his hand under your neck, he raised your head slightly, bringing it to rest on his legs as he knelt at your side. You could hear him saying your name, an urgency in it that only made you more afraid at what had happened. It was difficult to process, though. The sounds around you had dimmed to white noise, and you were left with only the voice in your head and the hum of Thrawn’s voice, indistinct, but identifiable.

“Darling, look at me,” he directed, his hand holding your cheek to turn your face. Your eyes were clenched shut, a strange instinct as you tried to numb the pain or at least block it out. “Please, open your eyes, look at me.”

His pleads echoing in your ears, you obliged him, if only for his reassurance. As you did, he called a lower officer, ordering him to bring a medic now. The Jedi were no longer a priority.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be alright.” His eyes never moved from yours, constantly monitoring how well you were keeping your consciousness. It was not very well.

“You’ll be alright, just stay awake, please…” HIs impatience was growing. The medic hadn’t yet arrived. “Just look at me. Stay awake. Please. Please.”

[adenei]

Could you write something about Ron discovering in the middle of the night his mother and Hermione healing the wound that Bellatrix caused him. please? xx

Hi anon! Thanks for the prompt. I honestly had to go back into DH to verify the scene where Bellatrix went after Tonks and Ron, so I’m hoping that’s what you meant. Anyways, here it is!

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An Unseen Wound

Hermione woke in the middle of the night from an unexpected nightmare. Even though they’d gotten Harry to safety from the Dursley’s, Hermione had just dreamed that they’d been back in the thick of the battle again. Only this time, she and Kingsley had remained near Tonks and Ron, the latter not as lucky as in real life. Bellatrix had managed to hex Ron, who was free falling to the ground when Hermione was startled awake. 

Her heart was racing from what she’d dreamed, and she decided to go downstairs and make some tea to settle her mind before attempting to sleep again. As she crept down the stairs and into the kitchen, she noticed the soft light from the oil lamp still ignited in the sitting room. Hermione quietly made her tea, and then walked over to sit in one of the well worn chairs.

She was not expecting to see Ron, sound asleep on the couch, with a long forgotten mug of his own on the coffee table. He was wearing pajama bottoms and a thin vest that had ridden up on his stomach as he slept. It was then that Hermione noticed a large gash above his right hip that looked angry, with a significant amount of dried blood around it. Setting her tea down, she got up to examine the wound closer, and through the dried blood she could tell the puncture was wider and deeper than it initially looked. 

How had he not noticed this? Hermione thought to herself. She couldn’t leave it like that, but wasn’t exactly sure what she needed to do on her own. Hermione decided to go upstairs and knock on Ron’s parent’s door to seek Mrs. Weasley’s help. Her knock was quiet, but abrupt, and she heard movement fairly quickly on the other side of the door. 

Mrs. Weasley opened the door, surprised to see Hermione standing there. “Hermione! What is it? Is everything alright?” she asked quietly.

“Er, yes, I’m sorry to wake you. I went down for a spot of tea, and Ron was sleeping on the couch. I noticed that he has a large cut above his hip- it’s visible from his sleeping position!” she added quickly. “I thought it best for you to look at it. There’s a lot of dried blood around it, and if he was duelling with the Lestranges, I...I thought you might want to tend to it.”

“Oh dear, yes, I’ll be right down. Can you grab the potion first aid kit and bandage set under the sink in the bathroom?” Mrs. Weasley asked as she reached for her robe.

Hermione nodded and headed for the bathroom. She met Mrs. Weasley downstairs. Mrs. Weasley knelt down and Hermione cast lumos to give her a better look. She had to stifle a gasp because the wandlight let on more than she had originally seen.

Mrs. Weasley covered her mouth with her hand and shook her head. She turned and picked up a bottle from the kit Hermione had gotten and picked up a small towel. She poured a few drops of the potion on the towel and began dabbing on the outer edge of the wound. Mrs. Weasley continued the dabbing motions and moved inward in a spiral motion. The potion had instantly taken away all the dried blood and had cleaned things up significantly. When she touched the open wound with the towel, Ron was startled awake.

“Ow! What the-? Mum? Hermione? What are you doing?” he asked.

“Ronald, how could you not tell me about this?” Mrs. Weasley said sternly.

He looked down and noticed the wound. “Oh, er, I didn’t know that was there.”

“It didn’t hurt?” Hermione said incredulously.

“No, I didn’t feel anything earlier.” Ron said, but then thought for a moment. “Actually, I did feel a throbbing pain when I came down for tea, but it wasn’t that bad,” he shrugged at his words.

It could have been because of the adrenaline and everything else that had happened, but it worried Hermione. “Ron, Tonks said Bellatrix was after her..do you think it was from her?”

“Maybe? I don’t know, there were a bunch of them surrounding us. I was only focusing on fighti- OW! Mum, that hurt!”

“I’m sorry, dear, but we need to make sure the cut is clean before I apply the dittany. Hermione, can you pull out the Wiggenweld potion? Mix 2 tablespoons with a cup of hot water, a squirt honey and a splash of lemon,” Mrs. Weasley directed. “Oh, and bring the teaspoon out. Ron, you should also take a small dose of blood replenishing potion, just in case.” Hermione did as she was told, and as she got up to prepare the concoction in the kitchen, her eyes met Ron’s. There was a slight look of embarrassment in them from her seeing his Mum tend to him, but also an appreciation that she was there. 

Hermione blushed as she prepared the drink in the kitchen. She quickly returned and knelt down by Ron, handing him the mug. She heard Mrs. Weasley tell him to drink up, and he did what he was told. Hermione watched carefully as Mrs. Weasley finally deemed the gash clean enough, and began applying dittany. 

“Hermione, dear, can you also get the blood replenishing potion and pour a teaspoon’s worth for Ron?” Hermione once again went to the potion kit and got the potion ready for Ron to take.

Unable to refrain from teasing him, she said, “Open wide,” as she moved the teaspoon towards his mouth, like a mother feeding their baby at mealtime. 

“Hermione, I can do it myself. Give me that!” Ron argued.

“No! It might spill! Honestly, just open your mouth.” Hermione said.

Ron opened his mouth to argue again, but Hermione was too quick and shoved the spoon between his lips, forcing him to swallow the syrup-like substance. She pulled the spoon back out of his mouth, and placed it in the empty mug, laughing at his bewildered reaction. 

Neither noticed Mrs. Weasley’s smug smile at the interaction, and she began covering the wound with fresh bandages. “There, Ronnie, you’re all set now! Next time, you should check for any other injuries before bed.” She gathered the loose items and returned them to the kit. She picked it up to bring back upstairs. “I suggest you two make your way back up to bed soon. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Mrs. Weasley. Thank you,” Hermione said as Ron added,

“Night, Mum.” When she was gone, Ron rounded on Hermione, who sat down next to him on the sofa. “I can’t believe you did that!”

“Did what? Ask your Mum to tend to the wound?” Hermione chided.

“Yes! I could have taken care of it if you’d just woken me up.”

“It’s fine, Ron. I learned a bit from it,” she lowered her voice, “you never know what we might need to know when we’re on the hunt, and I’m not well versed in Magical first aid. Plus, it was sweet to watch your Mum taking care of you.”

 Ron rolled his eyes. “I guess.” His tone softened a bit when he said, “Thanks for making the Wiggenweld mix. It actually tasted just how Mum used to make it when we were younger.”

“Oh, well that’s good. I honestly just guessed at the measurements.” Hermione blushed at his words. “Well, I suppose we should get back up to bed, provided you aren’t hiding any other wounds?” 

“I’m all clean. You can check if you don’t believe me, though.” Ron had meant it as a joke, but he immediately turned bright red when he saw Hermione’s face and realized the insinuation it might have made. “Er, I only meant- never mind. Night, Hermione.” Ron got up quickly and headed up towards the stairs, too afraid to look back.

Hermione was still reeling from his reaction as he walked away. If he only knew...

[buttered-ghost-toast]

Alright, so i hope this doesn't sound rude because I just want this to come from an honest place and I do not resent this ask at all! I removed the blog name because I dont want anyone to come over on someone’s blog saying anything on “my behalf” thinking they're helpful. (I know how some of my friends are, I'm sorry.)

So I got this as an ask earlier and I won't lie, today has been a particularly rough day regarding my belief in my artistic ability. I was gutted seeing this for a hot second. I'm usually a tough cookie, but today was yikes! I was going to address that in this ask, but no one wants a sob story. Onward!

“Anon", I do accept criticism but I only seek it out from my mentors/other artists I admire/very blunt friends as these are sources I know will be the absolute most brutal yet objectively honest. It’s mostly more technical versus opinionated feedback, the latter of which doesn’t help me in the long run. If I want a second set of eyes, I go to someone with whom I’ve built rapport and/or that I know has that skill or experience I need perspective on. I do not accept nor request critique openly. I apologize if that sounds like a dig at you, I dont mean it to be.

All that said, I appreciate you sharing your opinion with me. Respectfully, I disagree with you as far as most of my art goes. I personally love the way I draw faces and on occasion I do think “maybe thats a bit much chin”, so I change it. The art I post is 99.9% stuff im super happy with so I guess if you don't like my super chintastic drawings, sorry ‘bout that. Everyone has a quirk to their art, mine is that everyone has a mile long chin I guess.

Finally, to anyone still reading this, please try not to offer critique unless it’s clearly stated that it’s ok. Some people are cool with it, some aren’t. It’s a good rule of thumb to ask before giving your opinion on someone else’s work anyway.

Also, please don’t bother reblogging this saying all artists should be open to criticism at all times. That’s your opinion, make your own blog post. Thankssssssss.

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An Unexpected Reunion-- Malcolm Bright x Reader

oRequest; “the reader is an FBI agent who met Malcom in Quantico but they lost contact cause she went to do undercover work and now shes put in New York on. A case and they just catch up and be happy cause malcom needs happy” (anon)

Warnings; specified fem! reader, language, bits of violence, terrible writing

Word Count; 2.1k

Notes; I rewrote this like 5 times so I hope y’all like it lol

Trainees were separated into groups for various training sessions throughout the day, and a group was never the same. Everyone was rotated around. Your group for the day happened to do incredibly well in the training exercises. “Best so far,” you were told. They decided to reward the group by allowing all of you to have a paintball fight, writing it off as combat practice. Everyone darted to various corners of Hogan’s Alley. You hid behind a dumpster and readied yourself for the battle to begin. A thud from the inside caused your brows to furrow. Since the Alley was a mock town, you knew that there wasn’t any trash inside that would attract any critters. Nevertheless, you decided to check it out. You cracked open the lid, only for something to latch around your arm. “What the fuck, Bright?” He shushed you.

“Come on, this is the best hiding spot here! Anyone comes around, and you can easily take them out without being spotted. Just... just hurry up and hop in before you blow our cover.” You stared at him, blinking slowly. Was he serious? Malcolm’s eyes widened, causing him to look slightly frantic as he motioned you inside. Alright, he was completely serious. You clamored into the dumpster and hoped that no one heard the lid slam shut. Malcolm clicked on his flashlight. He raised a brow and grave you a sly grin. He started to speak, but you interrupted him.

“If you’re about to make this sexual, I swear to God I will shoot you in the crotch right now.” Malcolm grimaced, looking highly offended.

“What? No! I was about to ask if you had heard about how Johnson from the second group pissed his pants in the hostage simulation today,” he rapidly explained. Then he froze for a moment, giving you a doubtful look. “You wouldn’t shoot me this close range. You’re not that cruel.” You held up your gun.

“Wanna bet?” Malcom narrowed his eyes at you. He was challenging your capabilities. What was once a game of hide-and-go-seek turned into a game of cat-and-mouse. Either way, you weren’t losing. You leaned back and pulled the trigger. The paintball hit its target with a loud twap! Malcolm shouted a string of profanities as he curled into fetal position. You clasped a hand over your mouth to keep from laughing. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry.”

“Bitch...” he groaned. 

“You practically told me to!” 

Fond memories of your old life were what got you through your secret life. Being assigned to go undercover for months on end was no easy feat. There were plenty of times you wanted to call it quits, but you couldn’t. So, you’d think of moments that made you happy. You were beyond relieved when you were able to return home. It was as if you could finally breathe again. You wanted nothing more than to sleep for at least two weeks straight, but, of course, you weren’t allowed such luxuries.

You had awakened too early for your liking but decided to spend the time catching up on all the shows you missed while undercover. You had just sat down with a cup of coffee when someone started banging on your door. You sighed, taking a long sip of your coffee and hoping that they would go away. Luck wasn’t on your side, as the person continued to try to punch your door down. You groaned and shuffled over towards the door. It revealed a woman with curly hair. She gave you a small grin and held up a badge. You squinted at it in an attempt to determine its authenticity. “Hi, I’m Dani Powell with the NYPD. Are you Ms. (Y/L/N)?” You eyed her for a moment before finally deciding that she was telling the truth about her identity. You slowly nodded, slightly confused as to why she was there. “Mind if I talk to you for a few minutes?” she asked, putting her badge away.

“Yeah... what’s... I’m sorry what’s going on?”

“Your neighbor was murdered last night.”

Your body tensed. Was she serious? Could a murder have seriously taken place right under your nose? You turned on your heel and hurried further into your apartment. Dani looked confused, hesitantly stepping inside. You fumbled through a drawer before returning with a badge of your own. “I’m with the FBI. Could I see the crime scene please?” Dani raised a brow at you.

“Let’s go talk to my superior first.” You nodded and slipped on a pair of shoes. Following Dani down the hall, she approached a man leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. “Where’s Gil?” The man furrowed his brows at the sight of you. Okay, so maybe you could have at least brushed your hair before you walked out. You probably looked like a hot mess.

“Inside. Who’s your friend?”

“Special Agent (Y/F/N). FBI. I live down the hall,” you answered. The man seemed surprised, causing Dani to roll her eyes.

“Oh shit, really? I’m TJ.” He started to say something else, but Dani interrupted him. 

“She wanted to see the scene, but I was gonna let her talk to Gil first.” You pursed your lips. Surely, it wasn’t the same person you were thinking of. There was a slight commotion from inside the crime scene before two men emerged into the hall. One was waving his hands widely, while the other looked done with his shit.

“Okay, so we’re looking for-” Your jaw dropped. Malcolm? Here, of all places? The world is quite a small place. “Cookie?” TJ and Dani’s faces wrinkled.

“Stinky!” Malcolm laughed at the familiar nickname as you threw your arms around him in an embrace. Gil smiled at the two of you.

“What am I, chopped liver?” You scoffed before giving him a hug too. TJ and Dani shared a look of confusion, which wasn’t lost under Malcolm’s gaze.

“Team, this is Cookie. Cookie, this is the team.” 

“I’m sorry-- but Cookie?” TJ asked, almost astonished at hearing Malcolm call someone by their pet name. The profiler nodded. A smirk crossed his lips.

“We’ve been friends since Quantico. During training, (Y/N) snuck out of her room to steal some treats. Everyone’s called her that since.” You rolled your eyes at the mention of your nickname.

“And you’re... Stinky?” Dani asked with a laugh. You beamed at the opportunity to share your favorite memory from training.

“At some point during your time at the academy, a handful of trainees are dropped off at random points in the Prince William Forrest Park to test your survival skills. We somehow managed to bump into each other while wandering around and decided to team up. Two heads are better than one, right? So, we were trying to figure out a shelter situation when Stinky discovered a foxhole type thing. I warned him not to go in, but-” Malcolm interrupted you.

“I’m pretty sure you said, ‘We can’t go in there because your head’s too big. You’d get stuck and die before we even get a chance to go on a real mission.’”

“Shut up, Stinky, I’m telling a story. Anyways, the bastard decided to go in. Lo and behold! There was a family of skunks living inside, and he just barged right on in. The dude stunk. Bad. No one would go near him for about a week. So, the name Stinky was born.” 

After telling the group a few more stories about Malcolm and learning a bit more about the case, you went back to your apartment to change into some actual clothes. They still required you to go down to the station and make a statement. Malcolm offered you a ride, which you gladly accepted. You hadn’t seen him since before he got fired.

As the two of you got in his car, you couldn’t help but notice how awful he looked. His hands were shaking, and he had heavy bags under his eyes. “You’re staring,” Malcolm joked, but, this time, the smile didn’t quite meet his eyes. You shook your head.

“Yeah, it’s cause you look like shit, Malcolm.” He turned his attention back to starting the car. He knew that you were being serious when you used his actual name. You watched his inner turmoil, no doubt debating whether he could confide in you. Turning your gaze away, you didn’t want him to feel like a bug under a microscope. “How long has it been this bad?” 

“It’s been bad for a while now, but it’s gotten worse over the past few weeks.” His voice was small, and it made your heart ache. Shaking your head, you got out of the car. Malcolm’s brows furrowed. You poked your head back inside.

“Well? Are you just gonna sit there like a fly on the wall, or are you going to tag along with me?” Without a moment’s hesitation, Malcolm switched the car off and appeared by your side. You linked your arm with his, tugging him along. “Don’t ask questions, just follow my lead.”

You led him to a rather posh boutique not too far from your apartment building. Malcolm seemed a bit concerned as to what you had in store for him, and you couldn’t help but laugh. The older woman working there seemed a bit disapproving as the two of you walked in, giggling over some old inside joke. “Okay, seriously, why are we here?” Malcolm finally asked. You grabbed his wrist and looked at his watch.

“You have five minutes to put the most ridiculous outfit together. Loser has to buy lunch. Go!” 

You scurried away, hoping that he would let loose and have some fun. Luckily for you, Malcolm wasn’t the one to back away form a challenge. Five minutes passed faster than you would have liked, but you thought you did pretty good. You were wearing large sunglasses, a tiara, and a jacket almost entirely made of rhinestones. You turned around and nearly fell to the ground with laughter. You hadn’t expected Malcolm to take the challenge that seriously. He was wearing sunglasses similar to your own, a feather boa, a shiny necklace, and he was even holding a single earring to one of his earlobes. What got you the most was his ridiculous hat, something you would only expect to see at the Kentucky Derby. His smile widened at your reaction. “Looks like you’ll be the one buying lunch.” 

“I lost?”

“Obviously,” Malcolm scoffed.

“Oh, but did I really?” You quickly pulled out your phone, snapping a couple pictures. “I can’t wait to show these to Gil. He’s gonna die.” Malcolm’s jaw dropped. He put his earring down and held a hand out to you.

“Gimme.”

“What? Hell no, Stinky. You’re gonna have to pry this thing out of my cold, dead hands.” His eyes narrowed, and you immediately regretted your statement. Malcolm lunged at you, causing you to shriek and dash away. He cornered you near some clothing racks. His arms wrapped around you as he attempted to wrangle your phone from your hands. The two of you were too busy laughing and fighting each other to realize that you were inching closer and closer to the racks. As you struggled to get out of his grasp, Malcolm had the bright idea to suddenly let go, sending you tumbling forward. You landed on a clothing rack, taking the whole thing down with you. Malcolm roared with laughter and had to lean on his knees for support. “Fuck you!” you called out. He held out a hand, helping you to your feet. “You’re a jackass.”

“Oh, come on, you know you love m-” He was interrupted by the older woman clearing her throat. Her arms were crossed, and she was tapping one foot.

“I think it’s best if you two leave. Now.” You both apologized profusely and even offered to help clean up, but she shooed you out of the store, after taking back their clothes of course. You gave Malcolm a hard time, blaming him for getting you both banned from the store. After the two of you fell into a steady silence, walking side by side, you prompted him with a question.

“What were you saying earlier? I know I love what?” Malcolm laughed, almost nervously.

“I was going to say that you know you love me.” You pursed your lips and hummed. 

“Maybe that’s why I’ve put up with you all these years, Stinky.”

“You’re not a ray of sunshine either, Cookie.”

“At least I don’t smell like skunk ass.”

“That was five years ago!”

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Race (Part 2)

Sam Holland x Reader, Harry Holland x Reader

Words: 2,206

Sooo, I wrote the first part years ago, it was requested by @/voidxkenobi (I’m not sure if you’re still active around here or if you’re still into the Holland boys but wherever you are and whatever you’re interested in now, I hope you’re happy and healthy. Thank you for the idea.)

This next part was requested by anonymous years ago as well. Forgive me, anon!

I started writing it as a whole but it was getting too long, so I decided to split it into four to five(?) parts.

You can read part 1 here.

I’m really nervous about this one since the first part was so long ago. But I hope you all enjoy it. Please leave a like, a comment, a reblog, if you fancy it.

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There really was nothing like a leisurely bike ride on a sunny afternoon.

The breeze soothingly caressed through your hair, you would close your eyes once and awhile just to revel in the sensation. 

You basked in the gentle sunlight, the warmth of it painting your cheeks in a soft peachy glow.

It was the perfect day, almost as if all the cosmic powers of the universe conspired just for this one day, this one chunk of the afternoon, and boy, were you grateful.

And how could you forget the cherry on top?

The soft breeze carried the sound all around you, echoing and ricocheting off the sun-soaked walls. The sweet, dulcet tones of your friends, Sam and Harry, yelling bloody murder, cursing under their breath, and hurling threats at you.

You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face as you boosted yourself on Sam’s bike (which you stole with zero hesitation, by the way), willing yourself to go even faster.

No way in hell were you going to let them catch up with you.

Were they insane? Asking you to… go on dates with them?

Just the thought of it made you all jumpy inside. You three had been friends even before the awkward puberty phases then through the acne, the braces, and through many, many questionable hairstyle choices, they both lived through that. So the fact that they were both pining for your affection was beyond you. 

Your hair whipped behind you in almost violent streaks. You were beginning to forget the point of this whole race since they would no doubt corner you at your house anyway.

Am I supposed to hide? Where in the hell would I even hide?

As you began to think about your next move, you were starting to lose focus on the road and were slowing down. The twins noticed this and decided to use it to their advantage.

Sure, they were competing against each other for the whole thing but there wasn't going to be a thing if you weren’t going to say yes. And to get you to say yes, they were going to have to catch you first.

They shared a look, twin telepathy at work, and gave each other a discreet nod.

You pedalled on, unassuming, somewhat lost in your thoughts.

Did you have feelings for any of them?

You weren’t going to fool yourself, you’d have to be both blind and an idiot not to have noticed how handsome they’ve both gotten through the years.

Maybe you would blush when one of them stared at you too long, maybe the way they would bend over backwards just to make you laugh made your heart melt into lousy puddle, and maybe you would obsess over it for hours when one of them gave you a peck on the cheek before going back home for the day. 

Maybe that’s all happened more than once. Way more than once, if you were being brutally honest.

But so, what? Did that even mean anything?

“No.” you scoffed, picking up speed once again. 

It didn’t mean anything, it shouldn’t mean anything. Dating was complicated, friendship was easy, that’s that. You ignored the way your heart was starting to pump faster, and it wasn’t from all the pedalling.

I do not have feelings for Sam and Harry. I don’t! Who even said I did, definitely not me. I didn’t say that.  It’s hilarious how platonic I feel about them. Hilarious! A real laugh riot!

It was starting to get really obvious how you were drowning yourself in denial and how close you were to becoming a teensy bit unhinged. If there really was nothing there then what harm could one date do? If everything was totally platonic like you said, then why were you panicking?

You weren’t panicking! Panicking? You? Why, you were cool as a cucumber!

“I’m cool as a cucumber!” you stated loudly, causing a passing dog walker to actively increase the distance between you

“Cool as a cucumber.” you quietly muttered to yourself, mind racing

The gears in your head began to turn as quickly as the gears on Sam’s bike. You had it. You finally knew what you were going to do and it all started with what they wanted you to do in the first place.

Let them have their dates with you! Let them have their fun! But at the crucial moment, you’d let them down easy, tell them that all you three would ever be was mates and this whole circus will be forgotten.

Genius.

Plus, it wouldn’t hurt to see what they were like on a date. Just because you were curious. Not for any other reason. 

You snickered to yourself, clearly losing yourself in the overwhelming waves of denial. When you finally managed to snap yourself out of it, you noticed the absence of Sam and Harry’s heavy footfalls behind you.

“That’s weird.” you mumbled, trying your best to look around for them without getting into an accident

“Well, hello there, Y/N.” Harry materialised in front of you almost from thin air, startling you

You braked just in time, Sam’s bike teetered forward dangerously, threatening to throw you head first onto the pavement. You scrunched your eyes shut, bracing yourself for impact.

“Whoa, Y/N!”

Two sets of arms reached out to catch you, grabbing hold of the handlebars before you could fall.

“Y/N, are you alright? I told him not to startle you but what do you expect?” Sam held your hand to steady you, letting his eyes scan for any injuries 

Harry took a step closer to you, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. He kept his eyes on the ground, not daring to look at you.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. Really. I hope you aren’t hurt.” he apologised, oozing with sincerity

You looked at each of their guilt-ridden and concerned faces, feeling your heart skip like a fucking preschooler hopped up on sugar. You were seriously beginning to wonder if you even needed a heart.

“Listen, Y/N, about that thing we cornered you about earlier-” Sam tried his best to maintain eye contact with you but he was getting so red that you could barely make out his freckles

“I’ll do it.” you cut him off, taking pity on him and at the same time setting your plan in motion

Harry put a hand on his brother’s shoulder, gently shoving him out of the way, mouth and eyes wide open, “What did you just say?”

Sam brushed Harry’s hand off his shoulder and gave him a slightly less than gentle shove out of the way, “Did you just...?”

The expression on their faces was something you couldn’t put a price on, it gave you the push you needed to keep any (which there were none) bubbling feelings for them far from the surface. 

That is until they started jumping around, patting themselves on the back. 

A memory from not too long ago flashed before your eyes. The three of you jumping just like they were right then, the twins muddy and sweaty with you in a pristine Sunday dress, their football team had just won the game, with the twins working together to score the winning goal. They ran straight to you and you ran to meet them, you ignored the mud on their uniforms and the disapproving look from your parents and engulfed them in a hug, giddy and overjoyed.

You felt your heart soften, watching them as happy as you were that day, all because they were going to take you on a date. In your mind, you were nowhere near as exciting as scoring a winning goal.

"Well done! We're taking Y/N on a date!" they cheered loudly, attracting a few stares from passersby

“Yeah, yeah. Just keep it down, will you?" you mumbled, feeling your cheeks heat up 

They skipped over to you, arm in arm, and pulled you in a big old hug.

"Okay, okay! You two just… You'd better show me a good time."

"Y/N, when have we ever not shown you a good time?" Harry asked, looking at you quizzically

You untangled yourself from them, regaining some composure and started counting off on your fingers, "Well, there was that one time when we were playing hide and seek as kids and Sam, you told me to hide in a bush that turned out to be poison ivy-" 

"For the hundredth time, I didn't know, it was poison ivy!" Sam interjected

"-and there was that time where both of you took turns spinning me around during prom and I ended up puking on my dress and on your shoes, Harry."

"I didn't mind." he huffed, crossing his arms against his chest

"Well, I did," you placed a hand on your chest for emphasis, “And it was really embarrassing.” you shuddered

The twins put an arm around each other’s shoulders, a united front against your attempt to harm their respectable reputation.

“You’re making it sound like we didn’t shield you from everyone all the way to the ladies’ room.” Harry reminded you

“Yeah, and we snuck all the way to the hotel supply closet for stain remover.” Sam added

They both looked at you with wounded puppy dog eyes, chipping away at your barely existing defenses. You threw your arms up in defeat.

“Alright, fine! Whatever! Can you please just take me home now? You two are exhausting.”

“But you looooove us.” Harry singsonged

You groaned loudly, placing your fists to your eyes as they laughed at you.

After that though, the walk home was surprisingly quiet. You were grateful for it but you couldn't help but wonder what was going on in their heads this time.

Finally, you arrived home. The twins waved goodbye, promising that you would hear from them tomorrow. As ominous as it sounded for you, you couldn't find the strength to worry about it.

You shut the door to your bedroom, turned off all the lights, and burrowed yourself into your blankets. It was time for a very long sleep. 

--In the Holland household--

As soon as the front door shut, Harry and Sam squared off against each other, united front long forgotten.

"So-" Harry began but Sam cut him off before he could get any words out

"I'm not telling you what I’m doing for the date." Sam strode away without another word

Harry stood there in stunned silence, mouth hanging open. He scoffed in disbelief, furrowing his brows and crossing his arms tightly at his chest.

How in the hell did Sam know he was going to ask? Did Sam think he was going to copy off of him? Yeah, right. As if Harry needed help planning a date. He had lots of great date ideas! He just… didn’t have anyone he could do them with.

He brushed that slightly sad thought off with a quick shake of his head and he set out through the house to find Sam. There was no way he wasn’t getting anything out of him.

“Ah, there he is! My favourite brother!” Harry found Sam at the piano, a detail he found mildly odd since Sam was focusing more on cooking these days

Sam rolled his eyes at Harry’s endearment and turned to face him.

“I am not telling you a single thing about my date with Y/N.” he deadpanned, getting up to leave again

Harry raised both arms, blocking his twin’s escape. When Sam tried to get around him, he stomped his foot on the floor just like he did when he was having tantrums as a child.

A concerned look crossed Sam’s face but nonetheless he relented, crossing his arms and looking at Harry expectantly, ready to get this over with.

“I’ll tell you my idea if you tell me yours.” Harry huffed, eyes pleading with his twin

Their eyes met in a deadlock. Some sort of silent conversation passed between them before Sam finally spoke.

“Let’s hear yours first then.”

Harry dropped his arms in relief and sat down on the couch. He sat up with his shoulders back, head held high, the picture of confidence.

“You ready for this?” he looked to Sam who just raised his brows up in reply

He leaned forward as if he was about to reveal nuclear launch codes, “Puttshack.” he said

“Puttshack.” Sam echoed, nodding his head, lips pressed into a thin line, careful not to give anything away 

“Putt. Shack.” Harry echoed back, thoroughly pleased with himself

“I’ve gotta say, bro. I wish you were taking me instead.” Sam smiled

The twins shared a laugh. Harry was basically glowing with pleasure, forgetting why he revealed his plans to Sam in the first place. Sam didn’t forget though.

“Good one, mate. That place is top notch, I wish I thought of that.” he shook his head, watching as Harry preened at the compliments

“Alright, mate. I’m going to head on to Tom’s, said he needed help with something. But smashing idea, really.” Sam took off, racing to the front door and sprinting the short distance to Tom’s house before Harry noticed

“It is a fucking good idea, isn’t-Fuck! SAM! YOU FUCKING PRICK!”

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Hope you liked this part! You’re going on a date in the next one, stay tuned!

Part 3