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You're a Jinx! | Chapter 2

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it's getting a little darker now

The hours had morphed into days that turned into weeks since Sirius left. Regulus was invited back down for dinner again though it never ended well. Without fail, a majestic Eurasian Eagle-Owl landed on Orion's ornate dining chair, dropping a black envelope in front of him.  Regulus balled his hands into fists. Whatever that letter said, it won't end well for him. He scanned the table where his father sat, watching his sloppy drunken movements closely as he ripped the ornate envelope open, pulling out the dyed parchment (Bellatrix had gone to Lucious and borrowed his stationary, it seemed). Regulus looked down at the ivory napkin on his lap and then back to his parents. Their attention was on the letter, good. Regulus skilfully pushed the vegetables and the chicken breast onto his lap, folding it into the napkin and pocketing the goods ready for a quick exit. Orion’s grip on the letter tightened, crumpling it under his grasp. “Well?” Walburga hissed, setting down her fork, causing Regulus to flinch a little. Orion huffed, bringing his empty hand to his face, calculating his words with a smirk. As a punishment, Orion was thinking of a way to punish Sirius. “It seems the heir has decided to disown his family” Regulus stiffened at his fathers' calm and humorous tone, and Walburga beard her teeth. “it claims that he was born to the wrong family; how interesting wouldn’t you agree, Reggie?”  Orion drawled, sipping from his goblet, watching Regulus intently.  

Breathe, just breathe. In and out. Regulus played over the mantra in his head, his gaze fixed on the goblin's hand-painted on the dining room china; he can’t make a scene here, not yet. But the impulsive action spoke louder “your lying”, Regulus mumbled, his body shaking with rage. 

“Speak up, boy!” Orion sneered; his features morphed into a rage; Regulus knew that rage. He has a tiny ember of it in him, same with Sirius. It was a horrible, terrible feeling. “YOUR LYING!” Regulus bellowed, standing from his chairs. The palms of his hands burned as he slammed them onto the black mahogany table. “You're a Lier! Sirius loves me” Regulus didn’t sob; it was just pure rage. He never cried in front of his parents. He would never let them have that luxury of seeing his tears.  Walburga cackled. “Loves you?” a horrible toothy smile played on her lips. “Unless your name changed, I don't believe he cares for you anymore, pity.” she looked at Regulus with disdain. Orion smiled. “If you don’t believe me, why not see for yourself” Orion flung the letter down the table. It skittered in front of Regulus, who picked it up, slumping back in his chair and reading the letter: 

Dear Uncle Orion and Aunt Walburga, 

I write that my cousin, Sirius, has decided to associate himself with half-breeds and traitors and, since this morning, has decided they are his new family. He even declared the Potter boy as his new brother! I do hope this doesn't upset little Reggie. His behaviour around the school is unruly, and he is often in detention, but I assume great-grandfather Phineas must have told you! 

I must go  

Love Bellatrix  

Regulus' breathing got faster again as he ground his teeth. He let the letter drop onto the table, picked up his knife and slammed it into the letter piercing the table. Walburga whipped her head around to her son, glaring at him. “That is MAHOGANY!” Regulus wanted to scream, but he couldn't. He was the ever-so-quiet one. Instead, he swiped the table, his plate crashing to the floor and ran to his room. Blacks always had an aura of drama. 

Sirius never knew you could smile when you woke up before you went to sleep or just smile for more than a brief moment in a world of so many negative things. It was coming to the end of October Halloween was days away, meaning his birthday was even sooner. But he couldn't stop smiling. His cheeks started to hurt by week two of school now he thinks he will never stop smiling until a letter comes. The young Ural Owl swooped into the great hall the morning before Halloween. Perching on the porridge ladle, the owl chirped, and Sirius’ smile finally dropped. One month and 29 days took for Regulus to write to Sirius. Sirius had yet to pen a letter to Regulus. James and Remus watched as Sirius took the letter from the owl tracing the wax seal stamp. Sirius let go of his breath, prying the envelope open; truthfully, Sirius had not thought about home or Regulus. However, he didn't blame his little brother for jinxing him. But Sirius couldn’t bring himself to thank him either. The parchment was littered with doodles and crumpled in places where tears had stained the page. 

Sirius. 

I’m Sorry I Jinxed you.  I hope school is fun.  Bellatrix is telling lies to Mother and Father; please tell me you still care. I miss you lots. The house is colder without you, and Mother says you're not allowed home for yule. Please write back soon. 

R.A.B  

P.S. Are we still brothers? 

Sirius remained unphased by the letter, years of schooling his features into a blank expression unreadable by the most observant eyes. James took a sharp breath deciding to break the silence, “Well? Is it good or bad news?” Sirius looked up and over at his two friends. “Fine, it seems I'll be spending the holidays here”, Sirius forced a persuasive smile. Remus's eyes softened. “That's terrible, Sirius. Is your brother going to be okay,” the scared boy asked. Sirius folded the parchment pocketing it. “Of course, He’s tougher than he thinks” James purses his lips, giving him a look that says if you say so, mate. Not quite fully believing Sirius.  

Regulus stayed in his room more often than expected. When it dawned on him that it was Christmas day, he still refused to leave his room. None of his family that visited cared. They all assumed he was a jinx and left him alone, apart from Andromeda. Andy was adamant about seeing her younger cousin, it wasn’t to check if he was alive, but the slight nagging feeling in her head had to be soothed with just seeing if he was. Regulus was Schrodinger’s cat. Narcissa had joked about it with Bellatrix but was quickly scolded by their father for engaging in silly muggle theories. Andromeda reached Regulus’ room. She knocked, opening the door to find Regulus perched on his window sill, staring at Grimmauld Gardens. Snow was falling, reminding him of a snow globe Sirius had found outside and gifted.  

“Why are you here? Haven’t you heard I'm a jinx” Regulus drawled. “Strange you don’t look like a black cat but sure do have the temperament of one”, Andromeda smiled. Her humour was always quick and dry. It's why Regulus liked her more than Narcissa. Speaking of the beauty, she was lingering at Regulus's door like a bad smell. “Hello, Sissy.”   

“Oh, so he does speak; Bella and I were wondering if you had died up here. Shame I was half hoping you had so that we had a chance at being the heir.” 

“Alphard would never let a woman be heir, and you know it”, Andromeda said, sitting on Regulus' bed. “I brought you some food, Sirius-” 

“don’t say that name!” Regulus snapped, closing his poetry book. “Don’t mention that name here!” Andromeda straightened on the bed. Narcissa decided to close the bedroom door; privacy is a luxury, and she knew they needed it. Narcissa had the foresight for delicate matters like these. She is a pretty face, but underneath the platinum blond curls and steely grey eyes was a calculating mind that knew how to defuse any situation. Entirely invisible, her mother commented that she is the model wife for any family, quiet and busy, who would have a house with ears always listening. No secret would escape her. But the other reason she closed that door was to stop more rumours from spreading. It was terrible enough that Bellatrix was batshit crazy, Andromeda still had red handprints around her neck from one of Bella’s outbursts, and Narcissa had a burn along her breast bone for being too pretty, and above it all that was the curse of being a black it seemed, for every sane individual there will always be a slightly insane one to follow.   

‘and did Sirius tell you this himself?” Narcissa asked, inching closer to the younger boy. A calculated response, Narcissa knew the telltale signs of one of these outbursts. Ragged breathing eyes darting back and forth between real and fake, Andromeda caught on as  Regulus began to shake, his breathing going ragged. “No... but Bellatrix-” 

“-Is a no good lier and a snitch” Andromeda stood from her spot; Narcissa, a foot shorter than her sister, looked up at her making sure they were on the same page. Mission: calm Regulus down. Narcissa pulled a letter from her pocket. Regulus observed her. “What is that?” he asked with childlike curiosity. This? Oh, it’s a gift For you from Sirius,” Narcissa stated, handing the letter over. Regulus snatched it, tearing it open. Andromeda looked at her sister  using hushed words, “Did you read it ?” Narcissa shook her head. “No, I'm hoping it won't set him off” Andromeda let out a noise as Regulus devoured the letter. The silence was thick and unreadable; Andromeda was the first to move, placing a delicate hand on Regulus' shoulder to test the waters of his mind. “Well? What does it say” Narcissa was the first to bite; Andromeda shot her a motherly glare that earned a staple of Narcissa's eye-roll as she waded over to the windowsill, sitting next to her cousin. The three read over the letter. 

Reggie 

I’m sorry I haven't written to you. I was having so much fun! I can’t wait for you to join me at school. I think you will like it a lot here. Especially the astronomy tower! I hope mother and father are treating you well and you're getting enough food. At school, we get three meals a day! My favourite so far is this stew they make with dumplings. I think you will like it and we always get pudding! I had an extra slice of chocolate cake that I would send you, but it was too good to ship with an owl. I promise I will bring a whole cake when I come home in the summer! And we can eat it in the linen room, I have to go now, but my friends James, Remus and Peter all say hello and can’t wait to meet you! 

I love you and miss you so much,  

S.O.B 

P.S You will always be my brother 

Regulus took every word on the parchment; Sirius was okay and having fun. That was okay, right? Voices stirred in his head “he’s having fun without you,” “Perhaps it's for the better that you don't see him”, “he doesn't deserve fun for leaving you” Regulus felt the pull on his mind as he followed the melodic voices further and further down. But then a light shone behind him, a more pleasant voice breaking through. “See, Reggie Sirius is okay, and he can’t wait to see you”, Andromeda spoke to him. 

“As we said, Bella is just trying to cause problems. Like always, she has to make everything about her,” Narcissa drawled, tightening the black bow in her hair. Regulus folded the letter pressing it between the pages of the journal he was working on. The three of them stayed in blissful silence. Each would not delve into why they wanted to escape their family, but it was clear to anyone who would open the door. Narcissa didn’t wish the prying eyes of her great uncle Araticus on her again. He was 70 years old, widowed and obsessed with her. Andromeda just wanted away from Bellatrix and her shrill cackling. Since Bella laid her hands on Andromeda, she tried to stay as far away from her as humanly possible.  

“Andy?” Regulus started; Andromeda hummed as she brushed her sister's hair fixing the bow. “Is it my fault that Sirius was sorted into Gryffindor? Am I really a jinx?” Andromeda sighed motherly and then looked over at Regulus. “No, the hole-sorting thing? It's just ridiculous. The family is just ridiculous, Reggie, don’t worry, in my eyes, you're not a Jinx-” The door to Regulus' room opened, and Alphard peered in. “So this is where everyone is hiding”, he smiled.  

Shit. 

The three young Blacks knew something was wrong. It was common knowledge that every member of the family had something wrong with them. If you were to do a scientific study on them, it would boil down to inbreeding. But the magical explanation is the fact that the family was sort of cursed. Alphard's curse was that he had lucid memories and wasn’t all there some days, and if you had been in the family for more than three days, you knew the telltale signs that he looked happy to see people. He was, in fact, lucid. Regulus watched as Alphard slipped into the room like a rebellious teenager again. “Hello, uncle”, Narcissa said sweetly. “What brings you up here” She tucks in her legs, watching Alphard's movements closely. “I overheard you talking about Sirius. Is he doing okay?” 

“Yes, he sent a letter” Regulus knew better than to push Alphard when he was lucid, but he was hungry and hadn't had much to eat the past few days. “Am I invited to do dinner?” Andromeda stiffened. Alphard let out a chuckle flopping onto Regulus's bed. “Why wouldn’t you be? Orion, I’m not in charge of the family yet.” this is bad. Andromeda stared at Regulus with pleading eyes, begging him not to push it. But that was how Regulus was cursed; he could switch between a child, a calm calculation genius and a third option only a few people had ever seen. Right now, Regulus was calm and calculated, a personality that he started to develop since Sirius had left. This armour was his newest against his family, and Andromeda was scared, but Narcissa was curious to see how he would use it. 

Bellatrix is such a bitch right? anyway my ask box is open and you can send me requests if you want :) chapter 3 coming soon

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hiiiii

first i would just like to say i looveee your writing its so good

secondly, i was wondering if i could request a kraven x fem reader smut where they’re on a mission together and they end up getting a hotel room but surprise surprise there’s only on bed so they end up having to share it but while they’re getting ready for bed and she’s undressing to change he sees her bare back when shes not noticing and then he starts acting different when they get in bed and she asks why and he kisses her and then they ;) also could they already have a kind of flirty relationship but also kinda get annoyed with each other pretty easily?

anyways i know its a lot but its been stuck in my head all day and i have no writing skills AT ALLLLL

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I LOVE THE ONE BED TROPE AND I LOVE THIS REQUESY ANON!! This was a bit long 😭 BUT THANK YOU!!

Shower thoughts

Smut, MDNI, masturbation (m), oral (f), p in v, unprotected sex (don’t do this irl people), cum eating, fingering (; porn w plot

You groaned as you fell onto the hard concrete, you stared at Sergei and someone else fighting, finally he had (violently) killed the man, he bled out in the open, no one to help him.

“You alright?” He said, looking back at you, blood on his hands and face, slightly staining his shirt. He reached out a hand for you to grab.

You nodded and grabbed his hand, he helped you up.

“Probably gonna hurt in the morning. I’ll be fine.”You said, sighing and looking around in the open field.

“We just gonna leave him out in the open.”

“Nah.” He took a minute or two to use his powers, and suddenly a tiger came roaring from out of nowhere, and it bit the man’s head off.

“Oh, Okay.”

“Alright. Well, we should probably go to a hotel or something. I’m exhausted, I’m sure you are too, and it’s like.. 10 pm already.”

“I am.” You laughed quietly, getting into the car and he drove off.

He stopped at the closest one, it was a small motel, but it would do fine for a night.

“You gonna take a shower?” He asked you, you nodded. You both walked up to the front office.

“I’ll take one after you, or with you.” He said, eyebrows raised.

“Shut up.” You laughed, pushing his shoulder.

He went up to the desk, the woman behind it not paying attention too much.

“Hey.” He said, she turned around.

“Hey. What’s up?” She asked, eating ramen noodles and slurping them.

“Can we get a room? Just for one night.”

She looked at the both of you, still eating. You both awkwardly just stared and waited.

“Sure.” She said, taking the key and handing it you. “That’ll be 120$ please.” she said with a smile.

“120…” you sighed, taking out your wallet when Sergei stopped you, taking out his instead and paying the lady.

“Have a good night.” She said, and you both quickly left.

“You didn’t have to.” You said, as you both walked.

He shrugged “I don’t mind.”

Once he finally found the number, he opened the door to one bed. He turned on the light to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. Nope. One bed.

“Damn. Was there really no other room?” You sighed, putting down your stuff.

Sergei sighed, and put his stuff down as well.

“Well, I’m gonna go take a shower.” You said, quickly going into the bathroom.

As the shower ran, so did he thoughts. He’s often thought about you, with his cock in his hand or just randomly sometimes.

He was thinking about how your body would look under the wet shower, how you would look under him. He shifted and groaned quietly, looking at the bathroom and back to the TV.

There wasn’t much that was sexy about an old veteran feeding homeless people on the news.

So he waited, and you soon shut off the shower. Sergei watched you like a hawk as you made your way to your bag, rummaging through it.

The motel towel didn’t hide much, it was small and thin, cheap.

“Would you stop staring at me?” You asked, still going through the bag.

“I’m not staring, what do you mean?” He said, looking the other way when you looked back. You finally found some clothes and Sergei looked back. He swore this was some sort of his sick fantasies.

He saw your back, ass only covered by a small black pair of underwear. He stared again, and he just grew impossibly harder every second.

You slipped a t-shirt over your head, and a pair of pajama pants.

“I’m gonna go take a shower.” He mumbled, so he went into the bathroom.

He quickly turned on the water and locked the door, he quickly took off his pants and boxers that he had, freeing his very hard and red cock.

He hopped in the shower, and slowly started to stroke it, imagining it was your hand instead of his, imagining you underneath him in the shower.

Then his thoughts ran back to how you almost exposed yourself fully naked in front of him, not knowing how much it turned him on.

“Fuck.” He mumbled, throwing his head back. It didn’t take long for him to finish, and quickly wash his body.

He went out to change and saw you scrolling on your phone, you were clueless to what just happened. He quickly changed, and got in the bed.

“So.. tomorrow…” you started, turning off your phone and turning to your side to look at him.

“Uh.. what about tomorrow?” He looked at you, also turning to his side.

You furrowed your eyebrows “We still have that one mission. You know-“

“Oh. Right, right, I forgot for a second.”

You laughed quietly and he smiled.

You were talking again, about random things, and he just nodded and said “uh huh.” “Wow.” And “cool”

You furrowed your eyebrows when you realized, and looked at him in confusion. You stopped talking and he looked back at you.

“Is something wrong?” You asked him finally.

“No.”

“Did I.. do something?”

“No…” well, I’m glad you asked, you changed in front of me and I got a hard on.

“Oh. Well then why are you so…”

“I’m just tired. Sorry.” He said, and he saw how you were kinda hurt. You nodded and turned the other way, he couldn’t go to sleep.

“Actually..” he sighed after a while, you turned back to him.

“Can I be honest?” You both looked at each other now.

You nodded, and he didn’t say anything else, but he did lean close to you, you were shocked when he kissed you, eyes wide for a second, before you kissed him back.

“I saw your body, when you were changing, fuck, I’m sorry but-“

“You were watching me.. change?” You asked, teasing him.

“No… yes..?”

You laughed quietly and shook your head.

“That’s cute. But if you wanted to, you coulda asked.” You gave him another kiss, this one wasn’t so loving and slow as the other one.

His tongue explored your mouth, he kissed you hungrily and he slowly moved around, he disconnected his lips for a second to get on top of you.

“Do you wanna do this?” He asked, making sure. You nodded eagerly, with a smile on your face.

His hands explored your body, he pulled up your shirt first, revealing your tits.

Something he’d always fantasized about.

He smiled and littered small kisses all along your body, you just stared at him. Slowly he took off your pants, putting them on the floor next to your shirt.

He slowly took off your underwear after, he looked up at you as his fingers trailed down to your clit, running circles. You bit your lip and he stopped, you whined at the loss.

“I wanna hear you. Okay?”

“Okay.” You nodded and released your lip, and he slowly put his fingers back on your clit, and you let out a moan, your back arching off the bed slightly as he worked his fingers.

And he was good with his fingers.

That’s when he did something you didn’t expect, he replaced his fingers with his tongue, you gasped and made noises that were like music to his ears.

Your hands went flying to his hair, tugging and pulling on it as he ate you out, you tasted as wonderful as he had imagined.

“Sergei- Im gonna-“ you mumbled.

“Please do.” He said, disconnecting his tongue for a second, with a small smile. He then dived back in and soon you were cumming on his tongue.

You caught your breath while he took his sweatpants and boxers off, his cock was painfully hard.

He stroked it a couple times, and you impatiently whined.

“Sergei!”

“Sorry, love.” He said, giving you a small kiss on the cheek and aligning his cock with your entrance.

He groaned while you moaned, he stayed still for a minute and he looked at your reaction to see if he could move.

Your eyes screwed shut, it hurting at first. Then you nodded, and he started to move slowly, he smiled and slowly thrusted.

“Sergei- please.” You said.

“Use your words, please what?”

“Go faster!” You whined again, making him smile as he did just that.

His thrusts that were once slow and loving, turned fast and relentless, his stamina animalistic almost.

“Yeah- shit- fuck, you’re so tight.” He mumbled, the sounds of skin slapping filling the room. The cheap bed banging against the wall next door.

He smiled at your reaction to his words, and you felt the coil forming in your stomach.

“Mmm- Sergei..” you moaned out, he groaned.

“You’re so hot, you know that? I’ve dreamed of this forever.” He growled out.

“I’m gonna cum-“ you mumbled, and he nodded.

“Let’s cum together, okay?” He suggested, you nodded and that’s exactly what you both did.

You both bottomed out, and he took his cock out of your pussy, making you cry out. He went back up to you and kissed you.

“Sorry, but if we don’t stop, we aren’t gonna be able to.” He said with a smirk, you rolled your eyes.

“Whatever. Just cuddle me.” You mumbled, as he put back on his boxers only, and he helped you put back on your clothes.

“Yes ma’am.” He mumbled, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your neck.

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nightmares - xavier thorpe

requested: yes! Hii! I love your fics and I saw that your requests for Wednesday are open so I’d like to request something. Could I please ask for one with Xavier x f!reader in which reader comforts him after one of his nightmares about the monster? Maybe she goes to look for him and finds him in his art studio after he accidentally hurt himself with his paintings, so she patches him up, hugs him and reassures him that everything will be alright? I really felt bad for him and I believe his nightmares were overlooked, also I love reverse comfort sm. Take your time and have a good day! 💕

AN: hi! of course <3 i feel like that as well. i think it is pretty similar as to how wednesday has visions, except that his revolve more around the hyde itself and the fact that it is during the night/when he has to rest. thank you for your requesy and i hope you have an amazing day as well! <3

wordcount: 1,708 warnings: she/her pronouns for reader, nightmares, the hyde, scars/injuries, not platonic, but reader and xavier are not in an official relationship just yet, sad xavier

Xavier has been changing lately, and not for the better. Your worries are confirmed once you find him in his art studio, exhausted, wounded, and needing some attention.

The second the bell rings, Xavier jumps up, shoving everything in his backpack before hurrying away. You let out a sigh, slowly packing your stuff before following the rest of your class out of the way. Xavier has been acting strange lately. He would send you every single excuse to not come over, insisting that he is tired or that he has to study. You do not blame him for this though; you noticed. You noticed how the bags under his eyes got darker, how it seemed like his energy got lower each day, and how he stopped talking to everyone around him. Not even Ajax could get a word out of him.

But just because you understood, it doesn't mean that you aren't worried. It has been weeks since you had your weekly hang-out with Xavier. You miss him, you miss how he used to be. You have been meaning to find him to ask him how he really is doing, yet he always seems to disappear the second you get close.

Your walk through Ophelia Hall was quiet. It seems like everyone else went to chill in the Quad or maybe even went to Jericho. Your mind is too full to go out and have fun, no matter how much you would want to. No one knows what Xavier is going through, yet everyone agrees that he needs help.

Time goes by as you sit in the Quad again, eating dinner with others. You see the faces of most of your friends, but one is missing. Has Xavier not shown up for dinner either? You grab an extra few containers of food, stuffing it in your tote bag before heading off to his dorm.

You knew that it has been rough for him to suddenly not have a roommate anymore. Rowan had been expelled for some weird reason, leaving Xavier alone in his room. You knock on the wooden door, the bag heavy on your shoulders.

Nothing.

No shuffling, no voices, nothing.

After going to his dorm, you check the Quad again, maybe you missed him. But, he still isn't there. You checked if he was at the Archery training field, but there is no sign of Xavier everywhere. You even entered the Nightshade library to see if he was hiding in there, but you were only met with an empty room.

Wait, what if he is in his art studio?

You sling the tote bag back over your shoulder, gripping your jacket tight as you exit through the Nevermore gates and into the woods.

Not a lot of people enter the woods that lie next to the school, but it just so happens to be Xavier his favorite place. He had turned an old shack into his own personal art studio, filled with paint, canvasses, easels, and sketches. It was his place, one that he didn't need to share with anyone. But lucky for you, he does share it with you.

The path slowly gets more narrow the closer you get to the shed. It is hidden in the middle of the woods. People that enter it, would not go nearly as far as where the shed is located. After pushing the bushes to the side, you see it. He has to be here.

You get closer and closer to the small, wooden building and you notice that the chains around the door have been unlocked. A-ha.

"Xavier?" You knock on the door. "I brought you food? I didn't see you at dinner, so-"

The door abruptly opens, revealing your friend. He quickly takes your hand, pulling you inside before closing the door behind you, locking it with yet another lock.

"Why are you here?"

"You weren't at dinner," you repeat. "I don't want my best friend to starve."

You hold up your white bag with a small smile. This has been the most that Xavier has talked to you in a while. You take some of the containers out of your bag.

"Thank you, but I'm not hungry."

You stop in your tracks, looking up at the tall boy as you furrow your eyebrows. Xavier, not hungry? That did not happen often. Especially considering he didn't eat at all today. You place the small container that you were holding on his table before letting out a sigh.

"Okay, but I also came here for something else. What happened?"

It is his turn to be confused now.

"You look like you haven't been sleeping, I have not seen you eat at breakfast, lunch or dinner, you don't talk to anyone as you always disappear."

He stays quiet, staring at a splotch of paint on the floor. He can't openly talk about his feelings. For as long as he can remember, he has hidden whatever problem he had, making sure that it wouldn't reach the masses of people that looked up to his father. What would he say if he knew that Xavier had problems?

You notice his silence as you step closer to him, yet still, make sure there is enough distance. You know about his struggles, even though he doesn't talk a lot about his father. His eyes are still fixated on the ground.

"All I want to say is that you don't have to tell me anything specific. All I would like to hear is if there is something going on, a simple yes or no. No specifics, no names, nothing. I'm just worried about you and I want you to know that it's okay to feel bad-"

That is all he needed to hear.

Those words are all it took for him to crumble, throwing himself in your arms as he pulls you close, his grip tight around your frame. You are fast to respond, wrapping your own arms around him as you run your hands up and down his back. His head is resting on your head as the rest of his body is shaking. You can even feel his chin trembling.

"Xavier?"

You slowly guide him to the big chair that rests in the corner of his studio, still holding him close. Once he sits, you slowly untangle yourself from him, though still holding on to his hands.

"Hey, you're fine. I'm here, okay?"

He doesn't dare look up, his eyes filled with tears and his hands still shaking. It hurts to see him like this. So sad and helpless, and you have no idea what you can do for him. On his neck are also scratches, looking red and irritated.

"You do not have to tell me anything, just... Just know that you can."

You hand him the containers of food. Xavier takes it, muttering a soft 'thank you' before slowly taking a bite of the pasta. You made sure to take everything that you know he loves.

"I can clean up those wounds for you," you offer, your hands already in your bag to grab your water bottle and napkin.

He only nods as he sits still, slowly taking bites of the food as you wipe away some of the blood from the scratches.

"I'm sorry."

You look at him, stopping your movements. He's sorry?

"I should have talked to you," he whispers. "I have been an asshole, and I should have just been normal and-"

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't blame yourself," you smile at him. "I have just been worried, that's all."

A tear rolls down his cheeks before he angrily wipes it away.

"The nightmares came back," he mumbles. "I haven't slept normally in days. It has been horrible and there is nothing I can do about it. And- and Kinbott told me to paint what my dreams were. Paint them to get them out of my head."

You nod understandingly, your hand resting on his knee.

"And I did. I drew that horrible thing-" he points to a canvas hidden in the back of the studio. "Over and over again. Some monster. And then, the second I wasn't looking, it came out of the painting. Scratched me good."

So not only has he been stuck in a literal nightmare, but he also has gotten attacked by whatever it was.

"You know what," you stand up, your hand reaching out to him. "Let's take the food, go to one of our dorms, and watch a movie. If you want."

It is the least you can do to try and cheer him up. He looks up at you, slightly confused. You are not yelling at him, blaming him for being upset, for ignoring you for days in a row. You... understand.

He closes the container, taking your hand with a smile before pushing himself up as well.

-

Luckily, no one had seen you as you sneaked behind Xavier. You were not supposed to be in their dorms, especially not at this time. But you didn't care. Xavier needs you.

You sit him down on the bed before placing the laptop down on his nightstand.

"You pick something, okay?"

Xavier smiles before nodding, quickly picking a movie as you open up some of the food containers, handing them to your friend. He had barely eaten today.

You sit down next to him, taking off your sweater before scooting closer to him. Xavier his mood has been improving rapidly already. He is not alone in this big, dark room anymore. He has you.

After half the movie, he finished his food, placing the empty containers on the floor before slowly wrapping his arm around you. You let out a giggle, moving a bit closer to him. You have been dancing around each other for a while now. It was pretty well known that you liked each other.

Another part of the movie passes as Xavier his eyes slowly start drooping. His tiredness is catching up to him, and being in a warm and comfortable bed surely helps in making him more tired. Awake one moment, asleep the next.

A smile is on your face once you see him sleeping. He deserves it. It has been a while. You press a kiss on his temple, snuggling closer to him as you pull the blanket over you both.

Hopefully, it helped him. Even if just a bit.

[raaaaaauhrawr]

hello helo sorry for the inactivity everyone ive been rlly unmotivated to post as well as i jus. don get any requesys (theyre open. .o. all the time) and uhhh school! as well. this isnt a personal blog so imma stop there

have sum pix :3

[qarl-grimes]

Hello and omg Ben x reader lover on 2023?!!!

I requesy Ben being thoroughly kissed pinned to the wall of his home library

Sorry this took so long! It’s short and sweet with a little backstory because I can never help myself.

Pairing: Ben Linus x Reader

Warnings: mentions of past abuse (doesn’t go into details), mentions of death, kissing.

It’s only afterwards that you’re able to touch him in ways that you’ve always wanted to.

It took you a while to love him. You were on the plane, on 815, and you lived through the manipulation and the hunting of the Others, if his people, onto yours. You were in the hatch when he was Henry Gale, and he watched you, even then.

You felt it.

And you always seemed to be drawn to him, didn’t you? You defended him weakly, insisting to Jack and Sawyer and whoever else decided to punch him that day, that maybe there were other ways to communicate with Ben Linus, other than a fist to his face.

And then people started dying because of Charles Widmore, and you became a little less sweet and a little more angry. You gasped and cried when Alex was shot, and you hugged Ben once the others had trailed off into the jungle, speechless and deciding that words could not help.

He looked at you, blue eyes wide and mouth a flat line, before nodding once in thanks.

You followed after Locke, Sawyer, and the others, and he didn’t touch you again until you were deciding whether to follow Kate to the helicopter, or stay on the Island. You weren’t…like the others. You were never keen to leave.

What awaited you, but a penniless existence, a dead family and an abusive ex?

He grabbed you before leaving Locke in the Orchid, his shaking hands touching yours. He opened his mouth to say something, but his words were stuck, and you smiled and cried and pushed him toward the exit.

‘You better come back for me, Benjamin Linus,’ you said. For all of us.

And then you were back with your friends, with Sawyer, but you were way back, back in time. You met him, met Ben, when he was little, and you think you understand him a little more. You met his dad, after all.

You knew that kind of abuse. You had lived it.

You remember thinking that if you died there, in the 70’s, you hated what a coward you had been for not kissing Ben before he moved the Island. You now realise that was the wanting feeling you felt whenever you looked at him.

Only Juliet suspected your feelings. In the years you spent together in the 70’s, she found you sitting outside of your little Dharma house, and she kicked your foot and offered you a warm beer. After a while of sitting under the stars, she said, ‘Ben?’

And you knew she knew, so you nodded and snorted and shrugged a little. ‘I don’t expect you to get it,’ you told her, smiling at the woman who had turned from Other to friend. ‘He made your life a fucking misery, Juliet’.

It was her turn to shrug. ‘I didn’t expect James,’ she tells you, love blooming in her smile. ‘And you certainly didn’t expect Ben’.

No, you think. You had not expected him to crawl under your skin. At least, not in the way he had.

And then you were back in your time, and so many more of your friends died. You cried and you ran, and you did it, all of you, you saved the Island, you stopped him from leaving.

And Juliet died, and Sawyer’s screams will live with you forever.

And afterwards, when Hurley asked Ben to be his Number 2 and Ben said yes, Hurley turned to you and said, ‘You’re staying too, right?’

And Ben looked at you, wide-eyed and open in a way that had changed since you first met him, years ago. The manipulation and lying were like an old coat he had shrugged away. You smiled, cheeks dry with tears. Somewhere in the distance, you hear a plane leave the Island.

‘I’m staying too,’ you agree, and Ben’s shoulder sag. ‘Where else would I go?’

-

You take the house next to his. Next to Ben’s.

It’s the one he just kept insisting was the best during rain season. You’re sure it has nothing to do with the fact that your bedrooms face each other, a little apple tree sitting between the windows.

It’s two weeks after the end, after burying Jack and hearing from mainland that Kate, and Sawyer, and Claire, and all of them made it home okay. There’s a lot of graves on this Island, but Jack’s hurts to dig the most.

Live together, die alone. And he had made sure that you’d lived together.

Hurley stayed behind for hours after Jack’s burial. You didn’t see him walk back into the barracks until the early hours of the morning.

You’re a little braver after…after everything. Before, you were a mouse. People stomped all over you, and you let them. You rarely took what you wanted, because you so rarely got what you wanted.

Now, though, you knew. You wanted him. You wanted Ben. You wanted him, knowing his past, knowing his faults - but thats’s what this Island is, isn’t it? It’s a second chance.

And you’re quite sure he wanted you back.

You’re not sure why you suddenly decide to do it that night. Perhaps it’s the relocation after nearly two weeks of knowing it’s all over, that no longer will you be flashing through time or struggling to survive or mourning new deaths. Now, there is only mourning those already lost, in making a new life for yourself. You were young, you had all the time in the world.

You were starting to find you loved the Island, and that made you happy. Finally, a home you enjoyed, that you respected.

It’s a Thursday night, and the Barracks are quiet. Hurley’s house was dark, and you slip out of yours after spying from your bedroom window the lights still on at Ben’s.

You were nervous, but dizzyingly so. It felt good.

You knock on his door and he answers quickly, and you wonder if he had been watching you already. You wonder if he had seen you hurry from your house to his, his face hidden behind the curtains of his home.

The thought doesn’t bother you as much as it should.

‘Y/N!’ He greets, smile polite and cheeks a little red, and you grin, because you can’t really help yourself. You step forward and he watches you. ‘It’s late, are you-’

And you kiss him, because it’s all you’ve wanted to do for years, now. After the shit you’ve been through, all of you, you deserve some good.

He makes a huffing sound, one of surprise, and then he’s kissing you back, arms around your waist and mouth solid against yours.

And you push, because you were a mouse before, but you refuse to be one now. You push until his back is against his bookcase and your hands are grasping the buttons of his shirt. And you like this - this control, because it’s something you’ve always lacked, isn’t it?

You wonder if Ben might quite enjoy relinquishing his control, just for a moment.

You make a noise and he rumbles in reply, holding you all the tighter to him as your mouth moves to his jaw, and then he does make a sound - a low, needy one that has you surging forward to kiss him harder, with more warmth.

You feel the last slot of your happiness fall into place. Yes, you think, you could imagine a life in this Island more fully now. With him.

You would bicker and discover and live.

You stop after a few minutes of grabbing hands and sharp groans, and you realise with a flush that you’d unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt. Ben gapes at you, flushed and breathless, and you giggle a little at the sight.

You’d figured out, then, what drew the man speechless.

‘Sorry,’ you said, a little bashful. ‘Been wanting to do that for a while’.

Ben blinks and, finally, shuts his mouth. His smile is a little teasing. ‘Don’t let me stop you from doing what you want to do, of course,’ he shoots back, mouth quirking a little at the corner.

‘If you insist,’ you tease.

So, you kiss him again, shorter this time; sweeter.

You figure they’ll be room for plenty more.

[jnnou]

hai it's me how have uu been!!! i finally opened my reqs if uu wanna request anything !!!! ( if uur not sure what to req, i rly wanna work on rentry templates and layouts, mostly layouts, so uu can ask for those if uu want :3 )

HAIAIII!!!! idk how long this hav been sitting on m inbox since i havnt been on lately... but im doing okay!! i also just finished requesying ^__^ goodluck with your other reqs n stuff!! and your upcoming(?) event >3<

[starstruckwillows]

DO U HAVE ANY REQUESTS FROM ME THAT U STILL HAVE TO DO??? IM NOT SENDING ANY RN COS UR REQUESTS ARE CLOSED BUT IM ASKING BEFORE I SEND ANY WJEN ITS OPEN, ALSO BECAUSE I CANT REMEMBER IF U DO!!! I THINK THE LAST TJING RELATED TO A REQUEST WAS THAT ROBIN ONE!! ALSO DW AB SCROLLING THROUGH EVERUTJING TO SEE IF IVE GOT ANY LEFT OVER REQUESYS!!! also if u need to i can resend the robin request when ur things open AND PLEASE TELL ME IF THE AMOUNT OF REQUESYS I SEND IS OVERWHELMING OR NOT 🙏

-🐍

i've got the robin request!! from another anon ive got an adhd!james request, but that's it for requests in my inbox rn, the rest is left over celebration asks i'll do first <3

[fukashiin]

I JUST SLEPT THE WHOLE DAY SHEEESH

AND YESY REQUESY OF AZUL IN MY DREAM IS FULFILLED SHSBSJSNSJ

i’ll try my best to type this cus i almost forgot everything— and its comfort smh 😭

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Azul grew worried for you, he didn’t see you the whole day in nrc and mostro lounge. “Jade, as usual you’re in charge for a while. I need to go somewhere.” Azul stated “of course, i’ll make sure everything go smoothly with me in charged” Jade smile when Azul take his leave.

As he reached to your dorm, he knocked at the ramshackle door, but it seems no one inside. He knocked again, Twice still, no foot steps or any of the ramshackle ghost to open the door. Azul grab the knob and surprisingly the door is unlocked, ‘Who would’ve just let the door unlocked. Someone might break in and stole stuff.’ his thought. “Y/n?” He called your name louder enough, he walked, pass door by door until he heard soft sobs from one of the empty room at the third floor.

He knocked the door softly at the room you’re in trying not to startled you, “Y/n.. would you mind letting me inside?” he spoke softly yet you gave no respond, scared cause you didn’t want to deal humiliation from anyone who’ll see you in this state you’re in. “I know you’re in there(i can set you free-) Y/n, I’m not gonna strike deal or blackmailing you. I haven’t seen you all day and i’m.. worried..” He hesitantly to say the last word embarrassed, “So please, let me in.” Azul beg.

You opened the door quietly and slowly, “Oh my dear y/n..” he pushed himself inside the room and hugging you gently and pull your head into his neck as he put his chin on top of your head. More tears threatening to fall, “Go on, my dear. Let it all out.. its not good to bottling up..” Azul spoke after the short silence, you began to cry more but with comfort of a person that’s very dearly to you, it felt… nice and not lonely anymore after long experience of loneliness that’s already eating you up yet, he, Azul Ashengrotto himself become the light to your pitch black of the loneliness. It felt warm, and comfortable. “I know how it felt for being lonely, and it feels like there’s no one would be there for you, but i will. I will always be there for you… You’re everything to me after my overblotted, you showed me everything that i’ve never learned such as acceptation. I realised but never talked to anyone about that.. you pushed your limits to save, understand, comfort, and time for everyone but not yourself.. I want today, from now on, it’s my turn to help you just like you helped others. Please allow me, my dear.. to take care of your hidden treasure…” he spoke softly, rubbing your back as you slowly sobs, you couldn’t reply but nod your head. “Thank you, i’ll make sure to take care of you just like what you deserved to have.” he kissed your forehead and pull your body closer to his for cuddle.

THIS IS SO TRASH OML I COULDNT WRITE— IM SORRY IM TRYING TO MAKE IT SHORT BUT MY MIND SAY NO SHORT IMAGINE 😭 i have no skill to write so ye— im so embarrassed- BUT HEY AT LEAST MY WISH IS FULFILLED CUS I NEED MORE AZUL COMFORT FIC TO CRY MYSELF TO SLEEP SHHSJSS

context: when he said “hidden treasure” it means “hidden feelings/(true)emotions”

- 🦐 anon

AZUL X HURT/COMFORT IS SO REAL😭😭

[bellafragolina]

I’m so sad I missed the opening of spooky requesys yesterday, my ass was sleeping in.

Oh well, there is next week! And it give me time to think and brew up some good shit for you!

>:3

Beware, darlin

- Jes

oh boy

ooh baby

i'm in for a treat aren't i?

can't wait to see it, honeybun! ~Renee

[cactachu]

im almost at 400 followers... haha jk... unless?

[that-one-weeb-but-starwars]

Hi there! I hope your doing well. I've been lurking for a few days now and I really enjoy your writing.

I wanted to ask if you could write a Hunter X Male reader where the reader is a Grey jedi (this being after the order of 66) and the bad batch runs into this jedi on a mission for Cid and whatever and they have to work together 8n order to escape or skth because the mission goes wrong. And the reader is like, very flirty?

I don't really requesy often so- sorry if this is a bit odd.

Remember- hydrate or die straight! ;)

Yes yes you may sorry it took so long

Warning: nothing really

Reader: male

The Cold| Hunter

"Well hello there," Y/n spoke, white saber in his hand raised up, its current use a light.

Infront of him, an abandoned republic medical base, "I remember you well."

Walking towards the hanger door, it open for barely, Y/n turning off the saber he clipped it to his belt, taking off his gear he pushed it under, sliding himself under as well.

"Alright, what do you have for me republic,"

"An abandoned medical facility?" Omega questioned.

"It was a base of operations, for medics and medical troopers." Tech responded, "like a medical tent on the field,"

"Oh," Omega spoke.

"It's not like Kamino." Hunter told her as she looked up at him, "I promise."

Omega only nodded as Hunter took the seat behind her.

"I don't see why anything would be here it's been abandoned."

"Maybe it's being used as a Jedi hideout?" Wrecker questioned.

"That is a plausible inference," Tech responded, "if all Jedi weren't killed and recorded dead."

"So it's just up for grabs?" Echo questioned, "no scrapper guild or anything?"

"Perhaps a shipwreck or two both nothing big," Tech informed, a beeping sound breaking his neck thoughts, "We'll be exiting hyperspace."

On cue, the ship jumped out of hyperspace, the planet in the distance as Tech took the controls.

"We'll need to watch for animals, and the land itself," Tech responded, "as it is an ice planet and snow blankets can be misleading "

"I've never been to the snow," Omega spoke.

"We've been once!" Wrecker laughed, "Remember! Hunter!"

Hunter nodded and smiled at Omega, "It'll be cold, I want you to stay on the ship with Tech,"

"What!" Omega complained, "But I want to help!"

"I know you do, but until we find you some gear inside the facility you can't come out." Hunter told her, "This isn't just cold, it can freeze your blood possibly, you're small enough."

Omega frowned but nodded, "Hold onto something." Tech demanded as they entered the atmosphere the ship rocking with a strong force as Tech managed to keep them going in a decently straight line.

"The hanger is up ahead! But it isn't opened!" Tech argued, landing the ship with one last heavy rock as the wind could be heard hitting the side of the ship, snow already trying to cover the windows.

"Alright we get in, we get out," Hunter ordered, "Tech will monitor our temperatures, if he says your low, you activate emergacy heat reserves and you return to the ship, understood?"

Echo and Wrecker nodded, the three putting on there helmet as Tech opened up the hatch, and immediately the wind hit them, Tech covering Omega with his body as she held onto him, the ramp fell down as they walked down it carefully taking jagged steps as the wind attempted to knock them over.

"Alright! Tech!" Hunter called over the wind as the ramp started it's way back up, the three clones watching as it closed and sealed itself up.

"You have a standard hour," Tech spoke through the comn link.

"Alright! Let's get this done quick!" Hunter shouted to his brothers as they nodded, walking as quick as they could the with the wind pushing on them they made it to the hanger.

Hunter and Echo took off there packs slipping them under the small opening, sliding themselves under the small opening.

"Guys I won't fit!" Wrecker shouted over the wind.

"Echo, see if you can reroute any power." Hunter ordered as Echo rushed over to the scomp plug in, plugging in.

"No use it won't even turn." Echo told.

"They're not enough time to try and get you in here!"

"Uh hunter." Echo spoke.

"What?"

Echo pushed open a side door kicking in the snow out into the open.

"Well there's that too." Hunter responded Wrecker rushing in, snow covering his shoulder pads.

"I don't like this place!" Wrecker protested.

"None of us do." Echo agreed.

"Let's hurry and get this done," Hunter spoke, clicking the comn button on the side of his helmet, "Tech, you read me?"

"Oh you survived," Tech responded, "The medical supplies bay will be in the middle of the complex, fifteen floors down."

"I'm sorry down?" Echo questioned, "If this place croaks once we're caved in."

"We need the credits-"

"We don't need shit!" Echo argued rasing his voice as the sound carried, the ceiling shook as chunks of ice fell to the ground the three huddling together closer.

"We're doing this," Hunter defended with a low tone, "Now keep it down, all of us need to be quiet,"

They were silent as Echo sighed, "Fine."

The boys quietly went about there mission, keeping things quiet as possible, the ground creaking and cracking below them occasionally.

"Can we take the lift tech?" Hunter questioned into his comn.

"unrecommended, even if you could convert power you could possibly be sent down thirty floors if the cables were to snap." Tech responded, "There should be a set of steps,"

The boys looked around, Hunter finding the door as he wiped the sign clear, "Here it is, come on."

Hunter tried to open the door, but was not expecting it to open with such ease, the hinges frozen and busted as the door fell over,, Hunter following with the door, as the loud echo carried down the dark staircase.

"Hey! Hear that?!" Wrecker laughed, "That's you!"

"Very Funny Wrecker." Echo spoke stepping over Hunter, flashlight already on he started the way down, Hunter helped himself up as they walked down the steps in silence.

Water droplets could be heard hitting the ground as they shoved the next door in the way open.

"Wait," Hunter spoke stopping them.

"What?" Wrecker questioned.

"This place is frozen solid," Hunter spoke, "So why are we hearing water?"

The three were silent, the sound of water dripping echoing through the hall, "We need to be quick." Hunter argued, "Grab whatever medical supplies you can!"

The three rushed with cautious steps. The medical door already open and the room stripped.

"Shit! They'res nothing down here!" Echo argued.

"Get back to the surface! Quickly! Now!" Hunter demanded the three rushing back towards the steps and up them.

The steps creaking under them. The metal started to fall apart under there feet. Making it past door seven when the steps caved under Echo's feet leaving Hunter stranded at the large corner piece. Echo left dangling in mid air. Wrecker was able to pull him up and too the steps as they looked at one another and then back at Hunter, a full stair case dividing them.

"Are you okay?" Echo questioned.

"I'll be fine! Get back to the ship! I'll find another way."

"We can't leave you-"

"That's an order!"

The two looked back at one another and then back at Hunter with a nod, getting themselves up they rushed there way back to the ship as ordered.

Hunter sighed, managing to force the seventh door open as he stepped in, only twenty standard minutes remaining as the cold started to seep through.

"Nice," Y/n spoke, holding the bandages in hand, pocketing them in his bag he walked along, unworried about time, even though his skin had started to frost over and he'd have to wipe it away from his face once and a while.

Wipping his forearm peice of snow he looked at the small monitor.

"Crosshair can you hear me?" He asked into his comn peice, but nothing but static was heard, and he figured the clone would be okay in there ship alone, how he liked it, getting some much needed rest.

Y/n sighed, "What else can I grab..."

There was a shift in metal beneath him and a small curse coming from someone, they stumbled across the turn of the hall and into the wall.

Y/n watched as the amoured man fell to his knees, and then to his chest, coughing through his helmet. Y/n walked over, the man he figured was dead was infact still alive but freezing, and quickly.

"Hey! Can you hear me?" Y/n called, there was only a rock on his head saying he was still alive.

Y/n quickly helped the man stand up, and though the mans knee caps were already frozen stiff solid, he tried to walk in Y/n's grip, just to fall down and Y/n to catch him.

"Come on, I got you." Y/n spoke, taking off Hunter's pack he slipped it on his own shoulder and picked the clone up bridal style.

Y/n walked them into one of the barracks he had previously busted into the room clean and held a bit more warmth then the halls did. Walking over to the bunks he sat the clone down and back to the door, closing the door by hand he went back over to the clone.

"Buddy hey!" Y/n argued pulling off his own gear and setting it besides the bunk. "Fuckin clone gear, it does shitty work."

Y/n pulled the helmet off the clone, "Well hello there, you are one hot popsicle..." Y/n muttered to himself setting the helmet down, and stripping Hunter of the rest of his amrour.

He figured the clone was freezing over from the inside out so took off his own poncho, exposing his open back, which had been secured under his pants and by the laces tied at his neck, showing his shoulder blades and spine off. Going back over to the other bunks he grabbed the blankets and found the extra under a bunk.

Brining them over to the clone he opened them up, wrapping Hunter up nicely he made sure to layer the blankets accordingly, making sure to cover his ears and feet. Grabbing heat lamps out his bag he placed them under the top most blankets, around Hunter's feet. Putting two more by Hunter's head.

"That'll get you warm again, with a bit of these bad boys put to use." Y/n spoke looking at his hands.

"Okay, you helped Crosshair you can help him."

Y/n sat there for the next few minutes, hands up and reaching out to the force, he could feel the man's blood freezing had stopped but the next thing was getting it moving, with small movements, Y/n slowly started manually pumping Hunter's warming blood through him, the man wincing and aching in pain verbally. Y/n felt bad for the man.

"It, AH! Ack!" Hunter shouted in pain obviously up and running again Y/n stopped, rushing over the man struggled to get out his confinements.

"hey, hey it's okay." Y/n spoke, " I had to get your blood running Doll, you're okay."

Hunter froze, The male above him with soft yellow eyes that glowed in the dark cold room.

"Your okay." Y/n spoke, "Now, if you'd allow me and yourself doll, I'll fix your amour, put some decent heating in it."

Hunter mindlessly nodded, Y/n smiling smally and leaning against the bunks bottom to start fixing Hunter's armor. Hunter in silence stared at the back of the mans head, his hair pulled back nicely, ice stuck in a few strands which had some beads and what not.

"So was a cute clone like you doing on an iceball?" Y/n questioned, "Especially with crappy Kaninion grade heaters in there armour."

"You wouldn't understand," Hunter defended not wanting to fall anymore than already was.

Y/n chuckled, fuck, Hunter's face red from the blood rushing trying to keep him warm and the deep chuckle from Y/n a cloud of cold smoke coming from his lips.

"I know more than you think," Y/n responded quietly.

"And what's that suppose to mean?"

"Order 66," Y/n responded, "I know about it,"

"Then you're a jedi!" Hunter argued, he unsure if he was to grab his blaster or reason with the man as he sat up, pushing some blanket off himself.

"No," Y/n spoke, "I work in the middle, I am the middle ground. I am the balance. Now. Cover yourself back up. They're no need for me to hurt a cute little hair on that good looking head of yours."

Hunter stayed silent sitting up, wrapping himself back up, "You left the republic then, why are you helping me."

"I never left the republic, yet I never left the seppertist. Lets just say both abandoned me." Y/n admitted, "But look who prevailed in the end."

"you,"

"I suppose if this is winning." Y/n told, his voice soft, with a chill to it.

Hunter stayed silent, "I can help you back up to the surface, and to your ship assuming you have one."

Hunter didn't respond, Y/n setting the amour down besides Hunter, "There, that should be a better heater doll."

"I have a name," Hunter argued.

Y/n looked up at him and then smiled, "Don't we all? Doll."

Hunter started to unwrap himself, quickly dressing in his new and quickly improved armour. Y/n in the meanwhile moved himself to the barracks table, sitting back and watching Huter cover back up.

"You'll still be weak, I'll help you, but that should be at least a bit better for now."

Hunter nodded with a thanks, slipping the helmet back on, the heat barely helped his nevres still felt shot and weak from the cold, attempting to stand up he fell over. Y/n quickly rushing to help get him up, his bag around his shoulder.

"Come on, hop on my back doll." Y/n spoke.

"no. No I'm fine." Hunter agured, attempting to stand up but to no avail. Y/n sighed, kneeling down, back to Hunter he had his hands held behind him.

"Come on."

Hunter looked at his well carved back, Y/n's Poncho he had put back on himself mindlessly, "You're not freezing?"

Y/n shook his head no, "I supposed that's one thing I have in common with a sith. I've been to angry to die all my life."

Hunter chuckled, but it hurt his chest, he groaned softly holding his chest plate as Y/n frowned, Hunter falling onto his back Y/n adjusted him, the back of Hunter's knees in his hands as he stood up. Hunter's arms went around Y/n's neck.

"You okay back there Doll?" Y/n questioned, Hunter just nodding against his shoulders.

"Try and rest while I find the lift, I can jump up it." Hunter only responded with another nod as Y/n walked off.

It felt nice to be able to be this close to someone, especially in this freezing environment. Hunter nodding off back and forth.

"hey, stay with me," y/n spoke, "Kay cutie?"

Hunter chuckled softly, it filled with a cold ache, "What's...what's a cute not real jedi,"

Hunter stopped mid sentence, breathes short, "Hittin on a clone like me for?"

Y/n smiled, "maybe it's the hair,"

Hunter smiled under his, helmet, figuring this all to be a dream, a disassociation from pain and death. Maybe he was dead already and just didn't wish to feel the pain.

"you work for cid?" Hunter questioned quietly.

Y/n chuckled, "Doll I haven't heard that name in some time."

"Well, let me tell you a secret," he told short winded.

"hmm?"

"She's a real bitch," Hunter admitted heavily, "But you, your're a real saint..."

Y/n chuckled, man was Hunter gone, seemingly used the last of all his energy and common sense to get dressed and there small conversation before hand. Making it to the lift Y/n forced the doors open, Hunter hanging onto him for dear life.

"I got you pretty thing don't you worry." Y/n told Hunter who hummed an okay.

Y/n looked up the lift below them rather than above Y/n sighed, climbing onto the shafts wall, with the help of his force jumping he climbed to the top floor with ease. Forcing the top floors shaft open he climbed inside. It was an easy walk in the park from there on. Y/n walked through the top floor of the facility. Making it to the hanger he found the previous door they had used opened and walked through it. Hunter grasping onto Y/n tighter in the process.

"I got you baby, it's okay." Y/n called to him, the wind not a strong, as before but the feeling of it hitting Hunter's body made him ache.

"Just keep straight..." Hunter told him.

Y/n did as ordered, walking through the heavy snow, and seeing a ship up ahead, banging on the side of it the ramp opened and clones rushed out.

"Hunter!"

Y/n quickly walked up onto the ramp and into the ship. Y/n carefully set him on his feet, Hunter's arm around his shoulders.

"This way. Quickly!"

Y/n followed the trooper dressed in white armour, he walking to one of the bunks where he let Hunter take a hard much needed seat. Y/n helping him remove the helmet from Hunter's head who coughed violently.

"Hey your home. Your home." Y/n told him as he fell into Y/n's chest, coughing up a storm.

Goggles came back with medical kit, and an oxygen mask.

Y/n helped Hunter lay down even though the clone kept a firm grip on him.

"Put this over his mouth."

Y/n in no time grabbed the mask putting it to Hunter's face and securing it with the strap. Hunter's grasp on Y/n's forearm.

"I got you." Y/n told him, "I got you..."

Hunter relaxed at the sound of his voice. His hand mindlessly holding onto Y/n's it was so warm so welcoming despite being out in the cold and uncovered.

There was the sound of a blaster being lifted and aimed.

Y/n looked back, "back up." Echo demanded.

Y/n stayed in his spot.

"Echo!" Tech argued.

"Back up. Now." Echo demanded once again.

Y/n slowly letting go of Hunter's hand, his hands raising up.

"You're a sith." Echo told, "All jedi were killed. Leaving you. A sith."

Y/n stayed silent hands still up in surrender.

"I am not a sith, and I am not a jedi-"

"I don't believe you." Echo responded, "Tech. Take the lightsaber from him."

"Echo! He saved hunter! Who cares what he is!" Wrecker protested.

Tech saw logic in Echo's answer, and reached over and took the lightsaber from his belt.

"Go ahead. Turn it on." Y/n spoke, "Im not a bad person like you think I am."

"Sith are bad people. They killed thousands."

"Just like the Jedi have!"

Echo glared at him, he had every right to feel the way he was feeling and Y/n respected that, Tech ignited the white blade. Y/n looking over at Hunter worriedly. Echo lowered his blaster slowly as the blade was turned back off.

Y/n taking it from Tech easily and then returning it to Hunter.

"He'll be okay." Y/n commented, fingers brushing over a few strands of hair from Hunter's forehead. "Keep him warm and on O2 for about a day. His lungs most likely hurt."

Y/n stood back up, looking back up at the group,"you should leave as quick as possible." Y/n told the group.

"Trust us. We don't wanna be stuck on this ice rock any longer." Echo spoke, Y/n nodding.

"Good luck boys." Y/n spoke walking towards there exit , the door opening letting in a cold gust of air.

He walked out without another word, returning himself to his ship.

Omega was quick to take Y/n's previous place, worried for Hunter.

"I'll get us out of here.' Tech commented.

It was silent the others waiting for Hunter to awaken. It was a while before he did, a few hours atleast, but he made it. Still freezing he woke up, Omega almost immediately jumping into his arms as he chuckled, pulling off the mask.

"Hey kid..." hunter gruffed out petting Omegas head with a small smile.

"I thought you were gone..." Omega told, "but that man that saved you was right!"

Hunter looked down at her slightly confused, wait. That wasn't a dream?

He looked down at Omega, seeing he was covered in a thick poncho as well. So it wasnt a dream.

"Did you know him beforr hand?" Omega questioned.

"No.." Hunter answered, but smiled, maybe he'd see y/n again? When he wasnt on the brink of death.

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[ddejavvu]

im so excited about this !!! may i requesy 📷 aw, it’s just some random guy! (moots only!) - for this fic i wrote pls :))) tysm!!!

I'm gonna reblog the fic with this under it as well, but I wanted to answer your ask as a review!

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baby this made me cry 😭😭 so good, so sweet, but so sad!!

When you opened it, you saw a very hurt Peter, with his face and arms injured, and tired, puffy eyes.

“Hey, y/n, I uh… came here to bring you your jacket, you left it at my place and forgot so I wanted to bring it back to you,” he told you.

i’m losing my mind, he’s all beat up and bleeding but he comes over to bring reader their jacket :(( literally the sweetest guy omg

He cleared his throat, “almost failed… I got hurt really bad.”

“Yeah, I can tell,” you giggled softly at him, trying to make him laugh a bit.

He rolled his eyes and his lips couldn’t help but curl into a small smile.

just the way that he’s stubborn in being sad and grumpy but reader finally gets him to crack and he’s still trying to be desolate but he’s got a lil grin :(( omg :((

While you were taking care of him, you noticed a tear falling from his eye.

“Peter, what happened?” he looked at you, “are you alright?”, you asked, referring to his feelings.

He started crying, and then it turned into sobbing.

He desperately hugged you.

“I miss him, y/n… I miss Mr… Stark,” he whimpered.

paola why the fuck would you do this to me 😭😭 he’s trying so hard to be so much more than he’s capable of, he’s trying to be spiderman and iron man and the poor boy is still a teenager, i’m gonna lose my mind thinking about how stressed he must be but he still trusts reader to help him out and listen to him :((

He looked at you, “and I miss you too,” he cried. “I keep going on these missions and we never have time for each other and-”

PETER JUST TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF 😭😭😭 he’s such a sweetheart omg but the way you wrote his kind of rambling sobs has me so fucked up, it’s so realistic of a speech pattern for someone who’s crying, you did a fantastic job :D

You held his hand and squeezed it a bit. “But I know how strong you are, physically and mentally. I know you are so strong and I am certain you’re gonna get through this. I’m here for you, whenever you need me.”

Peter continued crying, but your words gave him hope, which made him less miserable.

is this too much to ask for :/ i jus wanna hold him and make sure he’s alright :( that’s such a sweet sentiment and he deserves all of that and more :(

He leaned in and pecked your lips softly. As he backed away, he was beaming at you. He was a mess, of course, from all the injuries, the tiredness and the tears. However, he was with you, and that was all that mattered.

I SWEAR LOVERS FINDING SOLACE IN EACH OTHER’S ARMS WILL NEVER BORE ME IT IS JUST SO SWEET TO HAVE FOUND SOMEONE WHO MAKES THINGS BETTER FOR YOU AND F U C K THIS WAS SO SOFT AND SO SWEET AND SO SAD BUT S O GOOD :((

[satanicchickennuggie]

If this gets five likes, I will explain my idea of Romeo and Juliet (But Lasagna).

Edit: Here ya go ya nerds

Both families have famous Italian restaurants and they're both best know for their Lasagna, but they're identical to each other's. Romeo wants to open a Bakery, and Juliet wants to open a restaurant on her own, separate from her family's name. They go and look at a old culinary school that has been shut down and up for sale, this is how they meet. Turns out that both great grandfathers met and became besties when they attended there. They were very close to their teacher who was also the owner. They both are very good, but start to get jealous of each other and become very rude and competitive. The owner, who is quite old, is the only thing keeping them together. She dies, and the school closes, they go their separate ways and open their own restaurants.Romeo and Juliet don't figure this out until much later. Instead of them dying, their parents send them away to diffrent culinary school across the world. They don't meet again until they are adults and work for their family restaurants, also Juliet is engaged to Paris at her family's requesy. They think that the other just abandoned them so now they hate each other too. They come face to face at a elite party, this is when talking to another old restaurant owner, they learn about the truth and come together. The families call a draw and become friends. Romeo and Juliet buy the old school and separate it into two conjoined buildings, one is Juliet's restaurant, the Friar and the other, Romeo's bakery, Star Crossed.

[flamingo-writes]

Are there any specific rules?

Now that you mention it...I've been procrastinating doing my Rules Post, so, might as well use this chance to make it 🤣

• Rule #1 an the most importan: please be patient with me. I'm a very inconsistent writer, I don't usually write request in rhe order I get them. I usually write whatever my head feels more like writing. I really am, sorry for this inconvenience.

Writing

• I'm pretty chill when it comes about writing most nsfw stuff, so it'll be easier to point what I'm not comfortable with. (Same with triggering topics, and please let me know if I should tag a specific topic)

• No kinks. Most kinks make me uncomfortable 🤣 I'm sorry.

• No incest. Just....gross. No.

• No polyamory. As it is a complicated topic I do not inderstand, and I don't want to offend anyone

• No explicit smut that include characters under 18 years old. Unless it's an AU in which they're already +18. It makes me uncomfortable 🤣

• On the contrary, implied smut with characters under 18 is acceptable. As long as I don't have to write it, I'm okay with implying they did it.

Fandoms

(I write for: ♡; never written about but I'm open to it: ♤; never under any circumstance: ◇. Characters not listed assume ♤ unless I specify later)

One Piece, Up to date with the manga.

(not listing everyone, since they're a lot, just the ones that come to mind atm).

♡: Strawhats (except Chopper and Brook), Law, Corazon, Ace, Sabo

♤: Shanks, Kid, Killer, Doffy,

◇: Brook, Chopper* (romantically at least, I'm down for something platonic involving Chopper), Any of the color-beards, Big Mom, Kaido

My Hero Academia: Up to date with the manga.

♡: Bakugo, Hawks, Deku, Todoroki, Kirishima, Aizawa, Mirio, Overhaul, Dabi, Twice

◇: Mineta, Shigaraki (he gives menthe heebie jeebies)

Full Metal Alchemist, finished watching it.

♡: Ed, Al, Winry, Roy, Hawkeye, Havoc, Scar, Huges, Olivia Armstrong.

◇: Father. Alex Armstrong (same as Chopper* from One Piece)

Attack on Titan, currently at manga chapter: 117

♡: Levi, Hange, Erwin, Armin, Annie, Sasha

◇: Eren (I dont like him), Zeke (don't like him either).

Haikyuu!!, I just started watching this, currently at Episode 27

♡: Nishinoya, Tanaka, and pretty much everyone in the Karasuno team. Kenma, Yamamoto.

◇: Lev (he gives me the heebie jeebies)

Miscellaneous. (This also apply for other writing blogs/writers)

• Common courtesy. Please ask for requesy in a polite way.

• Im not saying to address me as if I were your mother or your boss or whatever. Just be nice about it. You can address me as if we're childhood friends, thats cool, just ask for things nicely.

• Don't be insistent. It bothers me and I don't like to feel like I'm under pressure. I do this as a hobby, don't make my hobby feel like another chore.

• Like I said, this is a hobby, and I do this for free. Don't feel entitled to get something just because you requested it. I'm a slow writer, and chose the request depending on what character and what themes I feel like writing. I very rarely delete request, I always leave them in my askbox because I'll eventually feel inspired to write them.

[ijustwant2write]

Sickly Love-Alex Høgh Andersen x Reader

(GIF credit to @therealcalicali <-- Check out their work, it’s amazing!)

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Summary: requesyed by @kaylantus : Awesome! I was wondering if you would do one about Alex? Where you are Marco's younger sister, by like a year, and you have a thing for alex but marco rarley if at all lets you visit the set because you have a very weak imune system so you get sick super easy, nothing terminal. A lot of fluff. Your writing is great by the way 😊😍

Characters: Alex Høgh Andersen x Reader, Marco Ilso x Sister!Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: I don’t really know an actual diagnosis for a weak immune system, but I won’t be going into much detail, some swearing too

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“(Y/N), can you help me with my lines? I want to practice again before filming tomorrow.” Marco shouted to me from his room.

“Coming!” I yelled back, snuggling into my hoodie. 

He was sat cross legged on his bed, his script laid out in front of him. Sitting opposite him, I picked it up, scanning over the lines that weren’t highlighted.

“Hey, don’t read the whole thing!!” He teased, knowing I was a big fan of the show.

“But it’s so tempting!”

“Do you really want spoilers?”

“Yes. Well, no. But I do. But I don’t.” I battled with myself, ending up laughing alongside my brother, until it turned into coughing.

“You feeling sick again?” Concern was expressed on his face, immediately taking on the older brother role.

I cleared my throat, shaking my head.“No, it’s going away. I’m actually feeling really good.”

“Good.”

“Good enough to maybe come along with you to work? And see my friends again as well as be supportive for my brother?” the pitch of my voice got higher as I spoke, flashing a smile at Marco.

“No, you’re not fully recovered.”

I groaned.“Come on Marco, I miss everyone.”

“No, you miss one person.” he smirked, knowing that this would wind me up; he had overheard me talking (or as he said, ‘obsessing’) about our friend and his co-worker, Alex, as I watched an episode with my friend one night. Ever since then, he assumed I had a crush on him, and I kept on denying it, lying to him and myself. 

I scowled.“Would you stop? Look, I’m feeling so much better than usual, and being stuck inside all the time is surely not good for me. Plus, not seeing anyone could be effecting my mental state, which in turn will effect my health, and-”

“OK! OK, I get it. I’ll think about it.”

“Marco, please just say yes. Everyone has been texting and calling, wondering if you’ve locked me up in here.”

“We’ll see how this reading goes, then I’ll give you my answer.”

Later that night as I was getting ready for bed, I heard my phone vibrate, signalling that I had a message. As I picked up my phone, I felt a goofy smile appear on my face once I saw that Alex had text me.

From Alex: Hey stranger :)

He didn’t leave me much to work with. I always felt nervous around him, even though I considered us good friends, especially after all these years working with Marco. I quickly sent back an answer before I thought about it too much.

To Alex: Hi :) I promise I haven’t been ignoring you, just been ill recently :(

Oh no, was that too many emojis? Was I coming off as weird?

From Alex: Are you any better? I miss seeing you round set

He misses me? HE MISSES ME?!

To Alex: I’m actually coming down tomorrow! I’m so excited to see everyone :)

Marco had to let me go now. I couldn’t let Alex down now, could I?

To Alex: And I miss you too of course.

From Alex: Thank god, I don’t think I could stand another day without seeing you.

That text took me by surprise. It was so forward. Did he really mean it? Or was he just teasing? I pretended that he really meant it, knowing he only saw me as his best friend’s sister. Alex was that perfect guy; handsome, funny, talented yet so down to Earth. If you were scrolling through the explore page on Instagram and came across a picture of him, you would instantly think he was a model, and of course follow him. I had to accept that all that I could do was admire from afar, and be a friend.

Making sure I was up early the next day, I did my makeup for the day, before dressing in the outfit I had picked out last night (after a long two hours of debating). As I ate my breakfast, Marco sluggishly walked into the room, his eyes widening as he saw me.

“Why are you up so early?” he asked.

“Because I’m getting ready to go to set with you. You better hurry up, there’s not much time left.” I answered, munching on my cereal.

“I never said you could come.”

“You also didn’t say I couldn’t come.”

He furrowed his eyebrows before shaking his head.“Well, seeing as you’re up and ready, I’ll let you come.”

I smiled at him.“Thanks Marco.”

“Just don’t get in Alex’s way today.”

The smile quickly vanished.“Please don’t tease me in front of him, you know I hate it.”

“I’m your big brother, what else am I supposed to do?”

It was still very early in the morning when we left for set. The sun was only just coming up, I was already tired, and I knew how long this day would be. Nevertheless, being on set was exciting. I loved seeing how things worked behind the scenes, as well as seeing my brother doing what he loved. But there were also nerves, making my stomach feel worse; I hadn’t seen anyone in such a long time after falling ill. I hated that my immune system was weak, it stopped me from socialising, making me feel somewhat lonely at times. Marco was great at looking after me, albeit he sometimes mothered me too much; my weak immune system wouldn’t stop me from living my life.

As I followed Marco to his trailer, I screamed as someone from behind swept me off my feet. Laughing as I was set back down, I turned around to see Alex, both of us grinning as we embraced. He was already in his costume for Ivar, minus the braces on his legs.

“Finally, you’re here! Marco, you need to stop locking up your sister.” Alex said as he threw an arm around my shoulder. 

“You know why she can’t come out all the time, I have no choice.” Marco wasn’t always open to people joking about my illness.

“Marco, just relax. Go get ready, I’ll stay with Alex.”

Marco huffed but smiled at us as he went to his trailer. Alex and I held back a laugh before bursting into giggles as he guided me closer to set. Georgia and Ida (Torvi and Margrethe) were up ahead, making me drag Alex towards them. They heard us approaching, only to hug me tightly as they realised that I was visiting today. Being stuck with your older brother was punishment enough, but not seeing your best girlfriends was torturous. Face timing just wasn’t enough, and even when we did, it wouldn’t last long due to my need for rest.

“I didn’t think you would be coming today of all days.” Georgia said.

“What? Why?” I asked, wondering if something important was happening, and that I shouldn’t really be there.

“Because we’re filming a battle scene, up on the hill. It’s going to be freezing, especially since it just rained last night.”

The cold, rain, snow and any other form of awful weather didn’t agree with me. I could easily get colds and coughs lasting for weeks. Stupidly, I hadn’t checked the weather, only bringing a thin coat for protection, though neither had Marco.

“Don’t say a word to Marco. He’ll have me cooped up in his trailer all day!” I begged.

Ida sighed.“But you’ve only just got better.”

“I’ll be fine.” 

We were distracted by one of the directors calling everybody to set, calling out instructions to his whole team. I stayed behind everyone, not wanting to risk ruining the day already. Just as I followed on, Alex called to me, taking off his big coat that he usually wore when he wasn’t filming.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

He wrapped the coat around me.“Overheard you guys talking about how bad the weather will be. Have this, I’ll just take someone else’s.”

I smiled, holding onto the coat that was huge on me.“Alex, you don’t have to-”

“Yes I do, otherwise I won’t see you for another three weeks. Look, I’ve gotta go, but promise you’ll be there for all my scenes.?”

“Promise.”

He cheekily smiled before joining the rest of the crowd, being set to work with my brother. Slipping my arms into the coat, I chuckled to myself, looking silly as the coat swallowed me, making me looker smaller than I actually was. Forgetting all my thoughts about the weather, I followed my friends, happy to just be outside. 

As the day went on, I felt free, free from the confines of my bedroom. Some days I was just pure lazy, who didn’t love staying in bed and binge watching TV? But once you did it for weeks on end, it was like an endless cycle, so being able to go outside and enjoy days like this were wonderful. 

There were hundreds of extras lined up either side of the enormous field on top of the hill, the biggest battle in Vikings was about to commence. I sat amongst the directors, watching the acting from the monitors. Seeing all my friends as other people was amazing, I never got over how different they appeared when acting; however, I wasn’t focusing on them for long, feeling the cold creep up on me. I clung on tightly to the coat, beginning to shiver as the wind picked up. No, I had just got better, please don’t make me sick now. But I stayed on, wanting to battle against this weather like the actors before me. 

I hadn’t anticipated how long the scenes would take, sort of wishing that I had wrapped up even more. Trying to not show it, I remained where I was, putting all my attention back on the acting. Time slowed down extremely as I watched scenes be re-shot over and over again, the camera crew having to set up multiple times and costume and make-up tending to every actor. I was too shy and stubborn to speak up, ask if I could make my way back as to not cause disruption.

“Alright guys, that’s a wrap for today! You’ve all been amazing, thank you.” The director said into the megaphone, receiving cheers and hollers as a reply.

I practically leapt into Marco’s trailer when we arrived back. The heat was welcoming as I flopped into a chair, still holding the coat close to me as I relished the warmth. It would be a while until Marco was back, so I closed my eyes, letting all the tension out of my body.

“Sleeping Beauty!” Alex startled me, laughing as he saw me jump. He was out of his costume, now in a hoodie and sweatpants, though he still had fake dirt and blood on his face, as well as the braids in his hair.

“If I’m Sleeping Beauty then you must be the villain, because you’re still a mess.” I pointed out, pushing him away when he tried to hug me.

“Don’t you like me anymore? Why aren’t you hugging me?” 

I giggled, trying as hard as I could to not get any blood or dirt on me. 

He finally stopped leaning on the counter top in front of me.“What did you think of today?”

“You’re a bunch of amateurs I tell you, amateurs!” I dramatically said, waving my arms around like an angry director.

“Please, I really need this job!” Alex begged, playing along with it.

“I’m kidding, as usual, you were all amazing. I can’t wait for the new season.”

“Aw, I love that you’re my biggest fan.”

“Who said I’m your biggest fan?”

“I-I was just-”

I laughed, making him stop talking and groan as he ran his hands over his face out of embarrassment. 

“You’ve smudged everything even more on your face.” I pointed out, grabbing the makeup wipes.“You start taking it off and I’ll work on your hair.”

He took the wipes from me, sitting down in my seat as I stood behind him, starting to work on the braids woven in his thick, long hair. We kept on talking, catching up and discussing the new season. Once his hair was finally free, I subconsciously ran my fingers from them, earning a gasp from Alex; he reached up to hold my hands, his far more warm than my own. 

“Shit, (Y/N) your hands are freezing! Are you feeling OK?” 

“Oh, yeah. It’s just from standing outside for so long.”

“You should have said something, you could get ill again.”

“I’ll be fine, just don’t...” my words trailed off as Marco entered his trailer, seeing Alex and I holding hands.

“What’s going on here?” Marco asked as he slowly closed the door.

“Nothing-”

“(Y/N)’s just a little cold. She didn’t go inside when she should have.” 

“Marco sighed.“I knew I shouldn’t have brought you today.”

“It’s not that big of a deal, I’ll probably have a small cold or something, that’s all.” I defended myself, annoyed that Alex had told him.

“You always say this, and every time you get worse.”

“Marco, I’m an adult, I did this to myself.”

“Why didn’t you just walk off set-”

“Because I wanted to stay! People get sick all the time, I’m not the only person in the world to come down with a cold. Look, I’m not going to argue anymore, there’s no point. I’ll wait for you in the car.”

Before slamming the door behind me, I grabbed his car keys, storming towards the parking lot, and ignoring the looks from the workers surrounding the place. Although I wanted to say goodbye to my friends, I also didn’t want them asking questions, it would only upset me more. I got in the car, just sitting there as I tried to forget what happened. I hated arguing with anyone, especially my brother, but he was overprotective; and Alex shouldn’t have got involved, even though it was nice to see that he cared. Through the driver’s mirror, I could see Alex approaching the car. He swiftly opened the door and sat in the driver’s seat, his facial expression unreadable. I quickly turned my gaze away as his head lulled to the side.

“(Y/N), please can you look at me?” He asked, sounding sad.

“You shouldn’t have got involved.” I whined, caving in and looking at him. Goddammit, he was just so gorgeous.

“I had to. You’re my friend, and so is Marco, it would be unfair on him if I knew and he didn’t.”

“He doesn’t have to know everything about me. I wish people would stop seeing me as this sick, vulnerable child! Everyone gets ill, I just get it more often than others.”

“I realise that we treat you different because of it. But it’s-”

“Only because you care, I know.”

“(Y/N), please, I’m just trying to say sorry. I hate it when I can’t see you for weeks because you’re ill, and the fact that I can’t help you upset me.”

“Alex,” my voice got quieter, effected by what he said,“I’m touched that you feel that way. But don’t beat yourself up about it.”

“But that’s the thing, I can’t stop. The amount of times I’ve wanted to message you, or personally ask you to go places with me is uncountable; but each time I grow the balls to ask you out, I find out that you’re unwell, and I’d feel like an ass hole if I made you feel like you had to come out instead of resting.”

My heart was beating so loud that it was pounding in my ears, and I could feel myself blushing furiously,“Y-you should have just asked anyway. If I hadn’t been stubborn enough to go out, we could have planned something.”

“Really? I didn’t think you would say yes.”

“I didn’t think you would ask.”

We stared at each other for a few seconds, slowing breaking into smiles. It was a cute, almost romantic moment, until my brother interrupted by knocking on the window harshly. I rolled my eyes, locking the doors before turning back to Alex, drowning out Marco’s complaining from outside.

“What about this weekend?” I implied.

“What?”

“Let’s go somewhere, anywhere. I just need to get out of that apartment.”

He grinned, nodding slightly.“I’ll make a plan then.”

“Better not tell Marco, he really won’t let me go if I’m going on a date with his best friend.”

“Well, he’ll just have to get used to it, because I’m making up for lost time.”

[jiminherdaddy]

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KIM NAMJOON

He'll prepare a warm bath for you and remember to drop your favourite bathbomb in. He would then wash you while he tells you how much he loves you

KIM SEOKJIN

He'll cover the both of you with a blanket and hug you the whole night. Making sure to wake up abit earlier than you to make you breakfast in bed. However you'll wake up and walk down to the kitchen to see him just starting. Jin would just smile at you and ask you to wait for him to be done.

MIN YOONGI

He'll just pamper you with kisses and cuddle you the whole day not letting you go anywhere. "Yoongi, I needa cook us something" "Just get delivery and stay in bed with me"

JUNG HOSEOK

Jhope would massage your body and run errands for you the whole day because he felt apologetic for being too rough the night before.

(Can't find any GIF omg but..le boyfriends)

*GIFs are not mine*

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