#thank you for sending something and sorry for going overboard again

[charlotteking23]

Money, money, money - MV1/33

Max Verstapppen x reader

Summary: texting Max you spent 5k on various expensive brands.

Warnings: 'Money, money, money' by ABBA mentioned a lot, recommend playing the song while reading this.

Shopping...

One of your favorite things to do besides cuddling with your babies Jimmy and Sassy.

So here you were roaming the expensive Monaco mall, with your cute white dress and a little bow in your hair making you seem so innocent at first glance.

Upon looking at the many stores none have caught your eye, as you walk aimlessly around the mall.

The sound of your YSL heels clicks around the white marble floor, seeing your favorite clothing store in sight.

As soon as you enter all the stress and worries melted away seeing the displays of clothes.

"Ok, don't go overboard again, be calm, and don't get too much," You said in your thoughts walking timidly around the store, trying to say the affirmations in your head as best as possible.

Upon saying those affirmations you saw your favorite brand and out those affirmations went, that you were trying so hard to follow.

You saw so many clothes you had yet to buy, putting them in your basket not slowing down.

"Excuse me, Ma'am", One of the store clerks said interrupting your from you shopping addiction rampage.

"Um, yes", you said slowly turning around to see the store clerk smiling at you with an empty basket in hand.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt but I noticed your basket full so I came to give you another one," She said rather kindly handing you the basket.

You looked down at your basket which was full to the brim, now in any other situation you would decline politely and make the hard decision of putting some of the clothes back in their belonging place.

"Thank you", You said taking the empty basket shooing away any worried thoughts out of your head, only thinking about shopping.

You waited in line to purchase all the clothes you wanted to buy before hearing the lady calling for the next customer.

You put your two full baskets of clothes on the table, watching as the lady was probably judging you for buying all these expensive items, but that didn't matter as the total came out to 5k.

5k as in 5 thousand dollars, you grab your wallet out taking out the first credit card you could see before inserting it in the machine and hearing the beep to take it out.

You waved goodbye to the lady, walking out with large shopping bags from various brands in your hand while looking at the receipt in disbelief.

You take out your wallet again to put the receipt inside so you don't lose it but something else catches your eye...Max credit card.

"Oh..No, omg don't tell me I paid for this 5 thousand dollar clothes with Max's credit card, damn it", You were astonished how the hell did you mistake your credit card with Max's credit card.

I mean you knew why, you were so surprised by the total, you weren't paying attention and must have picked up Max's credit card instead of yours.

You knew you had to come clean to Max as already the guilt was starting to way in on you.

You tried calling him but to no avail, so your next option was to text Max.

Well that was not what you were expecting, but I mean Max is loaded with money.

'ding'

you opened your phone to see a notification from Venmo, OMG.

Max just sent you 10 thousand dollars through Venmo, what the fuck.

You quickly called Max anxiously, swaying back and forth frantically.

"Max!", you shouted out before seeing the looks you were receiving by onlookers before speaking more quietly but still frantically.

"yes, liefje what's wrong", Max said either oblivious to your shouting worries or teasing you.

"Maxie, why would you send me that much money", you whispered loudly before quickly leaving towards the exit of the mall.

"Why not liefje, you deserve it", Max charmingly said.

"I already spent a lot of your money, why more?", You said with guilt, riding in your conscience.

"Liefje, you can spend as much money as you want, I want to be able to afford whatever your heart desires", Max sweetly said, you don't know what happened but as soon as you heard that all your worries melted away.

"Thanks, Maxie I appreciate the gesture but I think I am done shopping for today", You quietly whispered ready to just go home.

"hmm, if you're sure. Do you want me to come pick you up", you heard Max say. Also hearing some faint noises in the background.

That only means one thing Max is sim racing right now, "It's okay, I brought the car anyway, I will see you home".

"Okay liefje, I love you", Max spoke through the phone.

"Love you too", you said before hanging up.

You walked towards your car opening the backseat door before putting all your shopping bags in.

You turned on the car, putting on your favorite singer ABBA.

"Hmm 'Money, money, money' or 'Dancing Queen'...well 'Money Money Money' seems to fit the situation better.

You began driving and singing all your worries away, dancing very crazy in the car with not a single care in the world.

'If I got me a wealthy man I wouldn't have to work at all'

'Money, money, money Must be funny In the rich man's world'

'So I must leave, I'll have to go To Las Vegas or Monaco'

You made it home to you and Max's shared apartment with your dignity slightly intact.

Your hair was all crazy and you were out of breath with your private dance party you had just seen yourself witness.

"Hello my babies", You smiled at your cats already purring on your leg right when you got through the door.

Oh how I wished cats could talk, you wished silently in your mind before setting all your shopping bags on the dining table.

You walked towards Max sim room hearing the faint screaming of him.

You open the door peeking your head out a little but leaving enough room for Jimmy and Sassy to come through to see their cat dad.

Max heard the door open, seeing you peaking behind the door, "Hi liefje", he said motioning you to come in.

"Hi Maxie", you say rather shyly hearing the other f1 drivers Max was gaming with.

"Hey guys, I'm gonna log off, see you tomorrow", Max said quickly before signing off not waiting for their replies.

Max stood from the chair before wrapping his arms around your waist, giving you a peck on your lips.

"How was shopping, Liefje", Max smiled teasingly.

You rolled your eyes at his snide remark before answering "It was fine, Maxie", you shrugged with a smile appearing on your lips.

"That's good, I hope you like my gift", Max replied walking out of the room with their cats in tow following wherever their mother goes.

"you know what song I was listening to on the way here", you said excitedly already humming the lyrics.

"Oh how could I ever guess what song you were listening to", Max said pretending to think before sitting on the couch in concentration.

"it was 'Money, money, money', by ABBA", you repeated in excitement sitting next to Max singing some of the lyrics.

"How could I guess that, it's not like you don't sing that song 24/7, I can even hear it in my dreams", Max said pretending to shudder as if he was scared.

"sounds like a nice dream to me", you said not missing the way Max rolled his eyes at your antics.

"Of course, Liefje", Max said turning on the TV hoping to stop you from singing the ABBA song but to no avail since you already started singing the lyrics as loud as possible, with the cats joining in your dancing.

I work all night, I work all day, to pay the bills I have to pay Ain't it sad? And still, there never seems to be a single penny left for me That's too bad

In my dreams, I have a plan If I got me a wealthy man I wouldn't have to work at all I'd fool around and have a ball

Money, money, money Must be funny In the rich man's world Money, money, money Always sunny In the rich man's world A-ha, ah All the things I could do If I had a little money It's a rich man's world

A man like that is hard to find, but I can't get him off my mind Ain't it sad? And if he happens to be free, I bet he wouldn't fancy me That's too bad

So I must leave, I'll have to go To Las Vegas or Monaco And win a fortune in a game My life will never be the same

Money, money, money Must be funny In the rich man's world Money, money, money Always sunny In the rich man's world A-ha, ah All the things I could do If I had a little money It's a rich man’s world

Money, money, money Must be funny In the rich man's world Money, money, money Always sunny In the rich man's world A-ha, ah All the things I could do If I had a little money It's a rich man's world

It's a rich man's world

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[bowieandqueen11]

Zoro Falling In Love With You Would Include...

Request: I've been binge watching one piece this Friday night so I could appreciate your recent requests and finally send one in! Please can you write for Zoro falling in love? 🥹❤️ I know you would do it amazingly!

Yayayay I've been waiting to write something like this for Zoro, thank you lovely!!! I had WAY too much fun writing this one I am so sorry if I went overboard on the imagery but also sorry not sorry I want to press a thousand kisses over this beautiful man's face

Okay this actually took way too much time to write so comments are much much appreciated!!

Warning: slightly suggestive if you squint, mention of scratching/ injuries and sword fighting

(I do not own One Piece or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @starryyshadows.)

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Oh, mosshead. What a dopey ass himbo you are. Istg this m*therf*cker right here (affectionate) would be so god damn ANNOYING when he's in love. Forget about Zoro nearly grabbing Sanji by his curly brows and swinging him like a ragdoll over the railings any time his continuous nosebleeds drip into his sake. Zoro is just as bad, just a needle swung in the opposite direction; he grumbles around the ship like a mopey, exasperated crocodile, snapping at anyone who comes near him that isn't you.

He wasn't built for love; hellfire roared through his veins, ravishing every cell in his body until his teeth gritted and lips bled in his struggle for self-discipline. He was a predator; rampant, ravaging, resolved in his fortitude. So why? Oh god, why? Why did he feel like he was being torn apart? Ravished by teeth that left rupturing silver punctures in his lungs, shredded by claws that streamed blinding light through the chambers of his heart.

He had felt like that: bent over doubled, clutching his chest in pain when the two of you first met as teenagers. If it hadn't been pitiful enough that you had bested him during your first sparring match at the Shimotsuki Dojo, you had to rub salt into the wound by being kind to him afterwards. He had scoffed when you had thrown your helmet to the ground and held out your hand to him, a scowl cloaking his face and making his teeth grind as you offered him advice on how to perfect your technique. Yet all you had done in response to his slight was to smile: a smile so shining, so unjustly kindly, so prepossessing and beautiful that the swordsman froze in shock, a fleeting flash of pure light haloing his eyes.

He knew. He knew, right there and then. That you were the only thing in all of the seas that could stand in his way. In that moment, he had decided that he would like to live forever in that strand of light: that one that strayed through a gap between the oak leaves, straying past its dark, dense leaves, foraging past the crawling thickets to instead brush against the tip of your cheek.

'What does it matter anyway?', Zoro had glowered, refusing to look back at you again. 'It's not as if you're going to stick around. Once your gone, I'll be the best fighter here again.'

'I'm not going anywhere. Not until I defeat you ten more times, at least', you added, once you noticed him rolling your eyes. You held your hand out, and Zoro glanced down at your outreaching fingers warily. 'No matter where we are or what happens to us, I'll always be a better swordsman than you.' His lips finally curl up in a smile then as he reaches out to shake your hand, and the feeling sends a spark of something running down his fingertips. His whole body feels alight, and he spends the whole rest of the day clenching his fingers into his palm and trying desperately to relish the feeling.

Which is why, for a while, Zoro seems to go extra hard on you: calling you away after lessons for private sparring matches deep in the woods, where only the crunchy bark could hear your swift steps and the fine mist wrapped around the pale trees and sent a cold shake down your hilted hand. The only way to warm yourself up was to butt the edge of your sword against Zoro's flailing torso, shoving him back so you could use the leverage to pin his panting face up against the nearest tree trunk. This time, though - this time, you surprise him.

If he was disappointed in himself for losing again, it soon melted away by the feel of your torso pressing up against his heaving lungs. For a moment, his lips tighten into a thin line as sees your approaching forehead and believes you're straight up just going to headbutt his sorry ass. He jumps even more when your skin lands... softly? against the burning side of his temple. He can't seem able to find his breath, the world seeming to be frozen in glinting threads of light as you linger against the young demon. All that exists is the soft push of your nose against his fluttering shut eyelid. The warm puff of breath as you sigh against the shell of his ear. The light scrape of the bark against his back as he shivers. The sound of his own heart, his blood scorching through his veins and convulsing against the sharp cage of his ribs.

He's so hyperaware of his body tantalisingly close to yours; his stiff elbows lay drawn up by his side, his hands shaking almost imperceptibly as he spreads and flexes his fingers, slowly drawing them to hover around your back. He was still too afraid to touch you.

Too afraid of the fire burning through his fingertips again.

But before he could muster up the courage you had pulled away, and the moment faded into a jaded dream that he nestled safely in the back of his memories.

It's impossible to shake Zoro from you after that moment. He hounds after you like a coveting beast: he stays tied to your hip like a disruptive dog harnessed on a leash. Your favourite activity is sneaking out of your dorms after hours and running down to meet by the riverbed: feet sprinting across the cream petals and sharp pine needles to collapse next to one another among the buzz of the fireflies nestling above the woven grass. For a while, as the two of you turn your tired heads to the skies, there's nothing but a silent affinity settling over the clearing. Nothing but the feel of the silk sleeve of Zoro's pyjamas brushing over the side of your cheek as unclasps his hands from behind his head and warily rests them in the short space between your hips. Nothing but the sound of your extolled voice as you point up at the bursts of sparks and swirls of silver against the darkness, enrapturing Zoro as you chart out the dips of your favourite constellations.

The reflection of the skies you had spent your younger years on the seas watching with wonder fill your eyes with a wonderous light, the delight drawing your attention away and allowing Zoro the opportunity to docilely turn his head to face you instead. His cheek freezes against the dew, but he's too revered in memorising the scrunch of your nose as you swat your hand at him for not paying attention: too busy watching the placid look that softens your smile as you look, too busy wishing he wasn't so cowardly. Wishing he didn't feel so feeble. Wishing, as his hand clawed at his thigh and dug in deep enough to leave bruises, that he could just reach out and touch you.

He jumps when you click your fingers in front of his crossing eyes. 'Zoro, are you even listening?'

He shrugged. 'Kinda. I don't know much about this stuff. If I can't hit it, I don't care.'

'You should! One day, when I become the greatest sword fighter in the world, I'm going to sail into those stars and discover all the secrets this world has to offer.' You flopped your free hand over your stomach with a content sigh, the spiralling glow of the heavens raining down and coating your face with sparks of silver.

He snorted. 'That sounds stupid. You can't sail into the sky.'

'You're just jealous because you're not invited.'

'Good. Who said I wanted to come.'

Zoro may be an idiot, but he's also a man who learns from his mistakes.

He doesn't know what overtakes him. Adrenaline? Rage? An overwhelming surge of fondness? The thought pounding in his head that if he doesn't do this now, he'll spend forever locked away in this cage? His fingers itch across the grass. His whole body squirms, the heat rolling through his body making the perspiration bead on his forehead, but still he keeps going. It's only when he feels your hand jolt back as his pinkie bumps against the side of your wrist that he begins to feel stupid.

Growing self-restraint be damned, as soon as you recover from the shock and shyly place your hand back down by your side, he pounces. Initially, the squeeze of his fingers as they wrap around your cool palm almost breaks bone, but all you do is rub your thumb over the edge of his knuckles.

You know its his way of telling you he loves you, even if he is too young and stubborn and proud to say it.

You both knew that one day you would leave him for the stars. When the time comes, and you leave Shimotsuki Village, to stop the sinews of his heart from completely scorching away with every knot of your ship, the demon suffocates any thought of you.

When he meets you again that fateful day: tied up to a Marine post in a dusty courtyard, tired, frustrated, solemn, for the first time in his life he begins to feel his judgement sway. When your face popped around the yard gates on your way out from meeting Axehand Morgan, your feet skid so comically across the ground the cloud of smoke it raised was so huge it even made Zoro sneeze. With a hand on your hip, and eyes widened in disbelief, you stepped out into the sunlight to survey the man bowed before you.

'I always knew I'd see you tied up one day', you smirked, shoving the handful of berries you had earnt from trading in your last bounty into the satchel by your hip before wandering over to untie him. 'Just thought it would be me doing the tying.'

'Y/n?', he asks incredulously, trying his best to dart his eyes nonchalantly up and down your body despite how fervently his voice was trying to waver. He sneered, tipping his head in the other direction and staring at the ground as you tug on the rather tight knots around his wrist. 'What the hell are you doing here.'

When you finally manage to tug him loose off the boards, his knees sag so quickly beneath him that the swordsman nearly goes collapsing headfirst onto the ground. With reflexes so quick they could only be rivalled by your own sparring buddy himself, a firm hand slaps against his sternum. A quick tug pulls him back, Zoro's knees dirtying with beige as he kneels back against you.

'Same as you, oh great swordsman', you laugh against his ear. 'I always told you you'd have competition. And from the looks of it, I'm winning.'

For a second you're concerned you've overstepped: the familiarity, the fondness you thought everlasting between you both a figment of your imagination when Zoro tilts his head back slightly to glare at you from the corners of his eyes. Placing a hand on his knee he braces himself, and steps up. For a moment, you're even more terrified he's about to kick you to the ground - or even worse, turn his back and walk off, ignoring you completely. But then he surprises you. The corners of his lips twitch in what - no way- could only be the beginnings of a smile?! before you're lifted off the ground and crushed in a hug so unyielding between his solid chest and taut arms that you can't help but bury your head into his shoulder blade and laugh.

It wasn't very hard to convince Luffy to let you join his crew - I mean, when you took down three Marines with just one punch, and he saw the powerhouse you and Zoro were as you fought back to back with Axehand Morgan, you were coming, and that was that. No buts. No excuses. Don't argue with your Captain.

I mean, bless his heart, Zoro is still a dumbass though, as perceptive as he is. And he's still sore. It takes a little bit of work to climb through the trellises of his grave heart. But little by little, he begins to open up to you again. He starts to grumble less when you climb up to join him during his late nights on watch up in the Crow's Nest. At first, as he burrows his back into the planks and crosses his arms in front of his chest, the steady breathing of his stoic body makes your job seem even harder. Undeterred, you rocked back on your heels and clucked your tongue in nervousness. But you should have known: even with his eyes closed, concentration edged into the furrows of his face, he's far too perspicacious for his own good. Even though he's doing his best to look brooding and bored, his foot shoots out and kicks his sword out of the way - launching it back across your heels and barring you from tumbling back down and falling down the hatch.

Every time you drag yourself up in the middle of the night to join him, you can tell his full concentration is centred on you, even if his eyes never even move behind their lids. He's pointedly listening out for your move, your every breath, your every heartbeat - which comes in very handy for darting out and catching in his massive palm the warm cups of cider you had precariously tried to carry up. Eventually, after a full week of you sitting up there Zoro finally relents his pride; even with Luffy's vest and Usopp's jacket wrapped around you, you clutch at the lapels of Sanji's suit jacket that your friends had very kindly lent you to try and stop shivering from the cold. Zoro doesn't even speak, just raises his elbow a little bit, and you don't need a second invitation to come clambering into the warmth of his side.

God, if he hadn't spent every moment of every day since he was thirteen years old dreaming of holding you in his arms. You pretend, for his sake, that you can't feel his heart thrumming wildly against your ear.

You catch the former bounty hunter staring at you from across the Lounge’s breakfast table most mornings. The intensity of his unwavering eye would be strong enough to make you blush, if you hadn't turned your attention back to stabbing at Luffy's grabby hands with the prongs of your fork. It's only when Sanji clasps his hands to his cheek, and in a faux sugary sweet sing-song voice professes 'how romantic mosshead can be! What person wouldn't love being stared at like roadkill!', that all hell breaks loose. Luffy's too busy munching on your pancake to truly register you and Nami nearly flying leapfrog over Zoro's back to try and stop him from throwing the poor cook through the window.

Although you succeed, Sanji does have to spend the rest of the morning sulkily smoking out of the corner of his mouth while wringing orange juice out of his hair.

Zoro is extremely, extremely protective over you. Even though you know how much he hates talking, he draws all the attention to himself away from Cabaji, even while tied up to Buggy' circus wheel. When the knives start whizzing past his head, he doesn't even flinch: safe in the knowledge that no matter what happens, you're safe from these buffoons. When Nami finally manages to pick her cage's lock and help free the two of you, you offer Zoro your hand as you cautiously steady him on the ground again. He jolts, and for a moment you're worried one of the knives actually did hit him; while you flip his palm trying to find any sign of a scratch, Zoro's eyes focus on you in wild shock. He feels fifteen again as he gently rubs your searching fingers between his coarse pointer finger and thumb, sobbing into his bed and holding the hilt of his sword, pretending it was your hand. Your warmth. And here you were, come back to him, offering it freely. He felt like falling to his knees, a pliant supplicant to your unwarranted mercy.

One time he nearly made you bust out laughing: since Zoro spends most of his day napping in such random intervals, during a rogue storm aboard the Going Merry one cloudy evening the swordsman was still awake. It was during your struggle to stop yourself pitching right off your bed and slamming into the wall, and planting yourself firmly from sliding to the left and body slamming a very irritated looking Nami, whose head was covered by one of her bunched up pillows, that you spotted a shadow flitting across the porthole on your door. Zoro's tall, awkward outline hesitantly moved as if he were about to rap at the door, before the sound of him yelling at himself under his breath made you snort aloud.

His head rises at the sound, and before he can take a step backward to try and abort his masterplan of sneaking into your room under the guise of checking if you were alright with the storm battering the rocking ship, you had slammed open the door and nearly flung Zoro into your hammock like a ragdoll. For a moment, Zoro lies there like a statue, unsure of where to put his hands or if it's alright that the sway of the ship means that he can't unsquish his cheek from against the side of your eyebrow. When his hand hesitantly begins to fall over your back and fold you tightly against his pecs with a squeeze, you know that's his trepid way of trying to let you know he still loved you.

Not to mention when you wake up and he's lying with his nose nearly indented into yours, his sleepy eyes looking so peaceful for once... just admiring you with the warm glow of the sun dousing him in holiness.

One time he got really lost trying to find you and Luffy after the two of you had the very sensible idea of setting off to the nearest island on a search for hidden treasure. After he had spent hours wading through muddy creeks and tearing some tangled thorns away from his face, out you come wandering from behind a tree. Thinking you were some kind of wild animal, Zoro has you pinned against the bark of the nearest tree before you even have time to blink.

Not one to be defeated, you kick out at his legs with a delighted laugh, knocking the man nearly ass over head onto his back. You grin, victorious, as you crawl between his legs like a ravenous tiger, knocking the hilt of his blade far out of reach of his clenching fingers. As your knee presses against the inner seam of his muscled thigh, you can tell by the forced gulp of his bobbing throat how hard he's struggling. When you dig your fingernails deeply enough into his wrists to elicit a throaty hum of approval, when his abdomen keeps bucking ever so slightly off the reeds to try and shake you off, you just know the man's imagined this scenario a lot of times, in a lot of different ways over the years.

(I mean this man could throw you off easily let's be real.)

When the Straw Hat Crew meet Kaya, this man - istg - he nearly goes weak at the knees when you come down the stairs in your brand new borrowed outfit. His breathless inhale earned him a distasteful glare from Klahadore, but he didn't even care that he was showing such careless, unmeasured adoration. It took Luffy nearly slapping him across the face with the shrimp he was waving in front of his nose to draw him back to some sense of reality.

'I know!', the Captain had smiled. 'The food here is so good, I was daydreaming about it too!'

Having the good fortune to uh *definitely by chance and not because you snuck into the dining hall earlier to switch the place cards* - to sit next to Zoro offers him the opportunity to make his feelings more plain, in a subtle way. Perfect timing! As soon as Luffy clambers up onto the table and draws the wrath of the strangely severe butler, Zoro's hand latches across yours under the tablecloth and squeezes. He blinks languidly, his face as unreadable as ever as he takes a sip out of his champagne flute and clears his throat, but you notice. You know every part of him: every idiosyncrasy, every bob of his Adam's Apple, the tensed pull of his jaw muscle as he clenches his teeth, the warm flush rising up his cheeks, you know them all. As if they were so innate, so interwoven with your own being, that you weren't sure of a time when your hearts hadn't been devoured by each other's. Each the predator. Each the prey.

He leaves his hand on your knee for the rest of the dinner, and you refuse to remove his latched fingers and let him go.

You kiss him for the first time that night: just a sweet little tease of lingering lips against the pure radiance of his cheek.

As he walks you down the 'confusing' corridors that are 'definitely a trap' by Zoro's own declaration, you unlink yourself from his arm to straighten the collar of his silk shirt. 'You look nice', you say sincerely, eyebrows furrowing as you trace the outline of his bare collar between the open buttons. 'Even though swords are more your style, you look good in a suit. You look good in everything.'

'Uh... thanks', he balks, his head emptying as his entire being instead focuses on the feeling of your fingertip scratching of his chest. 'You- your eyes look nice', he bluntly replies. 'Like two rice balls.'

Bless him, he meant well.

And then you kiss him with a raise of your tippy toes and final clutch of your hands against his shoulders, before retreating back into your room and leaving him extinguished within the shadows. He spends the next few hours almost deliriously wandering the corridors, trying to temper the tight ball growling in his belly. To try and find a sense of clarity, some kind of retinence. Looking past the billowing blue curtains and out through the slats of the casement windows lining the ornate, ostentatious glass cases, a warning pangs in Zoro's heart. How could he? How could he find restraint, when you had spent all these years driving his thoughts wild? How could he keep you safe, when he could focus on nothing but the wetness still lingering against his cheek? How could he fulfil his dreams, when all he wants right there. Just past the clear moonlight drifting silver into his eyelids, there your stars lay.

He wasn't about to let you sail away from him this time, to alight only in his memories: to pulse through the hollow beats of his hear and cool his charred veins like a cruel reminder of a salvation he had never deserved.

He wasn’t going to lose you to his callow cowardice. Not ever again.

When he comes knocking on your door, you don't expect the demon bounty hunter to blurt out a fevered 'I love you!', before turning and stamping off. But I suppose, as you ran after to him to drag him back into your room by the scuff of his neck and slam the wide expanse of his back against the door to shut it, he wasn't expecting to spend the night filling poor Kaya's house with unbridled moans.

[skibasyndrome]

Wilmon – "Cow milk or oat milk?"

"Cow milk or oat milk?" When Wille looks down from the menu board and his eyes land on the barista taking his order the "oat milk" gets stuck inside of his throat. Well shit. He definitely did not take a study break just to get stared into the ground by the most captivating pair of brown eyes he's ever had the joy of encountering, yet here he is. He also definitely didn't take that break to get stuck staring right into the face of a man so pretty that it's kind of difficult to believe he's not hallucinating a little bit right now, and he definitely should just say something, because those offensively kissable lips are moving again. "Milk choice?" The guy, his name tag reads Simon (and Wille wishes there was a reason for him to try out that name right now, to see what Simon looks like when Wille catches his attention by using his name), asks and Wille blinks once, twice, then shakes his head at himself. "Right, sorry, oat, please," he says and can already feel his cheeks burning with embarrassment. But when Simon goes to type in the order it's clear that he's fighting back a grin. God, Wille would make a fool of himself again if that meant he'd get Simon to fully smile. "Okay, will that be for here or to go?" he asks, eyes meeting Wille's again. And then there it is, a smile so bright Wille is sure he's making enough of a fool of himself by staring at it completely enamored. At that point, it's not even hard to fight the muscle memory and to throw all plans of a productive study session back in his dorm room overboard. "For here, please."

I was gonna say hey! It might not be five sentences, but five paragraphs! But tbh even that I couldn't count properly 💀 Either way, thank you so much for the prompt, anon, it gave us a sweet little barista encounter :) 💜💜💜

Send me "Wilmon" + a sentence and I'll write you 5 (+) more

[softxsuki]

Hello, may I make an URGENT request, please?

Nxx boys with an s/o who isolate themselves when going through a depressive and anxiety induced episode. To the extent that they actively go out of their way to avoid people (including them), they texted them one message about it before leaving them on read) . When they check on the reader, they are super skittish and super anxious about burdening others. S/o insists that they are okay even though they are trembling to the point where they struggle to stand. S/o is anxiously fixating on being "clean" (showering and exfoliating excessively to the point their skin is kinda red, wearing a white oversized shirt ) and being "cold enough" (their place is dark, max ac, fans on max) (they are also just wearing a loose shirt and shorts trying to feel something). In addition, there are red dots on the shirt along the center of their body, indicating fresh self-harm.

(Thank you in advance, and my apologies if It's really specific and it makes you uncomfy)

Tears of Themis Boys Comfort S/O Who Tries To Isolate Themself

TW: Do not read it mentions of blood and self harm, along with poor mental state will make you feel worse, rather than comfort you!

Pairings: Luke x Gn!Reader, Marius x Gn!Reader, Artem x Gn!Reader, Vyn x Gn!Reader

Warnings: mentions of self-harm, fresh cuts, blood, depression, anxiety, poor mental state in general, isolation, feeling like a burden

Genre: comfort

Post-Type: headcanons

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: In which you find yourself going through episodes of depression and anxiety so you try to isolate yourself from the boys

[A/N: Hello! Firstly, I'm sorry that this was as soon as I could write and post this urgent request for you, but I thank you for being patient and understanding! I tried my best to include as many details as you mentioned, but I did end up leaving some out. As we can see I went a little overboard, but I hope this helps you out <3. Hope you enjoy! Depression and anxiety are so horrible to deal with, trust me I have a few episodes as well, they come so suddenly and they definitely hit hard. Reach out if you ever need to, I'm here if you need anything! <3]

Luke:

As your childhood friend, Luke notices that something is wrong the minute you begin to isolate yourself from him

You guys always hangout together, whether it be him walking you home from work, or grabbing a quick lunch together between your busy schedules, both of you always made time for each other

So when you began messaging him that you couldn’t get lunch or see him, red alerts went off in his head immediately

He just wants to make sure it’s nothing serious and wants you to know that he’s there for you if you need him, so he sends you a quick text

You do respond, but your message is short and cryptic; however, after that, all his other messages get left on read

He acknowledges that you clearly need space, so he gives it to you, sending a check-in message to you every few hours as he continues his work for the day

By the end of the day with still no response from you, he decides enough is enough, so he races over to your place

He doesn’t want to be a nuisance and seem overbearing, but he was very worried now, this had never happened before since the two of you began dating

Arriving at your home, your door is surprisingly unlocked so he lets himself in, making a mental note to remind you to not leave your door unlocked when you are home alone…

But he’s met with pure darkness in your home along with a freezing breeze

He enters your room to find you on your bed in only a t-shirt and shorts to cover you from how cold is was in there

He does internally freak out for a moment and thinks the worst–probably stares at you for a while, holding his breath, until he sees your chest rise, indicating you were indeed alive, and only then is he able to breathe again

“MC,” he calls out in a whisper, not wanting to alarm you from his sudden presence as you lie on your bed with your eyes closed in the darkness

It does spook you a bit, but you could recognize his voice anywhere as you open your eyes and question why he was there, in which he quickly scolds you for keeping your door unlocked but sighs as he sits beside you on the bed

“What’s going on?” He asks.

“Nothing, I’m fine” you say quickly

Did you really think he’d believe that? He’s a detective for crying out loud, he could spot a lie a mile away, especially when it came from you, someone he knew for so long now

As his eyes get accustomed to the dark, he notices a dark stain on your shirt and leans forward to turn your bedside lamp on–and then it becomes very clear what was going on…that was blood

“Spill, I’m all ears”

You know he means business, and you can’t exactly hide the blood from your self-harm on your shirt either, so you let it all out; how low you’ve been feeling lately, and how you got a wave of depression and anxiety out of nowhere, hence your distance from him

“I just didn’t want to burden you with all these complicated feelings that not even I can handle. You’re busy with your own work and I don’t want to distract you from that…but I’m sorry for ignoring your messages. I did read them all and I appreciate your support and allowing me some space,” you sigh, feeling bad that he ended up in this mess anyway

“You’re not a burden to me, MC. You’re my lover and my childhood friend, we have a bond unlike any other. You don’t have to pretend to be okay around me. You’ve always been there for me on my rough days, so it would be an honor to do the same for you…I love you…a lot. I hope you know that I’ll always be here for you. The second you need me, I’d drop everything to hear you out and help you through it,” Luke expresses and he reaches out to hold your hand, pulling you into his arms

And just like that you felt a little less lonely through your feelings, you could get through this

After giving you some privacy to clean up your fresh cuts, Luke spends the night with you as he feels a bit nervous leaving you alone. He’d make you some hot chocolate or any kind of drink that you’d like to warm you up as he turns the fans off and lowers the ac, throwing a blanket on you

You wanted to feel something? Well enjoy the warmth this man provides you with as he joins you under the blanket and gets lost in conversation with you for the rest of the night until you both fall asleep

Marius:

Ahh yes Marius–this man is clingy and obsessive (in a good way) so the second you leave him on read along with only telling him through text that you ‘need some space’ he’s already at your front door, knocking on it

“MC! Honey, it’s me, please let me in,” He pleads loudly. (rip to the neighbors because he’d stand there all night until you decide to let him in)

Knowing how persistent he was, you force yourself up to unlock the door before plopping back down on your sofa, allowing him to let himself in

Thankfully Marius hears your lock click and opens the door himself, but he’s a little taken aback by the darkness in your home along with how freezing it was in there

He flicks on the light by the front door, which makes you flinch from the sudden brightness, and you find him running over to your side to embrace you as soon as he sees you’re only in a t-shirt and shorts in this freezing home

Your skin is as cold as ice as he tries his best to warm you up

“What’s going on? Why is it so cold in here and why did you leave me on read?” He pouts, not letting go of you

You do push him away slightly though despite how comforting and warm it was in his arms

“Nothing, I’m fine. I like the cold”

He squints his eyes at you, knowing you were lying because you weren’t looking into his eyes

Marius inspects your condition one for time, and that’s when he notices the faint dark stains on your shirt–blood, it had to be, unless you were painting with red paint somewhere in your home, but that seemed highly unlikely

“Please let me in,” he says in a softer tone, going a little more serious

This pulls at your heart strings, Marius never got serious unless it came to his father’s company or when danger was around, but you clearly weren’t okay and that made him worry, so you decide to just open up to him

You tell him about your feelings, how you’ve been feeling really anxious and sad lately, and you also explain how you blocked him out because you didn’t want to be a burden to him

“If anyone’s a burden, it’s probably me, beautiful,” he sighs in relief, happy that he finally knows what’s been going on. “Of course filling my fathers place as CEO is a little stressful, but darling, time spent with you is my only time to be myself and to truly relax, even if that means hearing your worries and feelings. It’s my job as your boyfriend to protect you and keep you safe, but I’m failing at my job if you don’t let me in…”

He pulls you into his embrace as tears start to fall from your eyes

“Please let me be your shoulder to cry on, let me be the one who helps you feel alive, who helps you feel something. I’m your person, the one you’ll never feel alone with, just say the word and I’ll take all those burdens off your shoulders”

Slight relief fills you at his words…you really weren’t alone. These feelings didn’t have to feel as overwhelming as they did

After more hugs and a few kisses, Marius makes it his responsibility to clean your cuts up and press kisses to each of them

Afterwards, he’d order some takeout that you like as he offers you professional help if you thought you needed it (he wouldn’t force you, but he wants you to know that there are options and that was one of them) as someone big in the industry, he had many connections and he could find you the best psychiatrist in Stellis with the snap of a finger

But whatever choice you decide to make, just know that he’d support you through it all no matter what

Artem: 

Intellectual Artem has a more direct approach to helping you out

He doesn’t pick up on you isolating yourself from him that quickly, because he’s always swamped with work, and you usually give him his space anyway when he’s busy

But one weekend when he had the day off and you didn’t reach out to him first, he was a little…sad? Disappointed? Something like that

He becomes worried and messages you but you only tell him you’re fine

Every message he sends after that gets left on read, so he then catches on that you are very clearly not fine

“You can be honest with me, MC. We’re lovers…I just want to be there for you. Please message me when you get the chance,” he messages you

Artem wanted to give you your space, but he was worried. Did he do something to you without even realizing that he upset you? Were you really okay? So his plan of giving you the weekend to yourself goes down the drain as he finds himself at your front door with some homemade food he cooked at his own home and packed for the two of you to enjoy

He knocks softly at your door and clears his throat, “It’s me, Artem” he announces himself, feeling a little awkward…what if he was just overreacting? He was still pretty new to the whole dating scene after all

However, as your disheveled self peeks through the slightly open door, he knows his fears weren’t for nothing

You don’t even get a chance to speak before he’s already opening the door fully and stepping into your home

The darkness of your home along with the freezing temperature hits him like a truck as he turns back to look at you, with furrowed brows…what exactly was going on?

The light from outside illuminates just bright enough where he can see what you’re wearing, a t-shirt and some shorts. You must’ve been freezing

Needing to change the environment around you both, he places the food down and helps you close the front door, opening up the blinds to let in some natural light along the way

Seeing one of your candles nearby, he lights one up and guides you to the couch where he places a blanket over you

He’s quietly studying you, trying to piece everything together, but this is a case he can’t entirely solve on his own

“MC…” he says, not really knowing where to start. “Is everything okay?”

Clearly everything was in fact not okay, and he did notice the blood stains on your shirt, but he decides to keep his observations to himself, you’d tell him if you wanted to

“I’m great. How are you? What brings you here?” You feign interest, you weren’t in the right headspace to have casual conversation

“I know you’re probably holding back and pretending to be okay because you think you’d be a burden to me. Trust me MC, I know how to read you well, you’re my partner after all. I’d be foolish to believe those lies. It’s okay though, I won’t push you to tell me, but just know that you aren’t a burden. You’re the only one I’ve let into my life and I just want to make sure you’re happy. As your man, it’s my job to make sure you’re doing well, and it seems like I dropped the ball, so for that I am truly sorry.”

Not wanting Artem to blame himself anymore, you decide to just tell him everything that’s been going on, from everything you’ve been feeling, and why you’ve been avoiding him, as well as informing him that you self-harmed

It wasn’t like you didn’t trust him, you did, you were just scared to lose him or have him not want to deal with the baggage you carried

Your body began to shake as you explained everything and Artem quietly listened to each word, scooting closer to you as you spoke, so he could hold you, in an attempt to calm your nerves and ease your shakes

“I see…I’m sorry for not noticing sooner. Though work takes up a lot of my time, you’ll always be my number one priority. I’ll do better. I promise,” he sighs, holding you tighter to him as if you’d disappear from his grasp

Even if you reassure him that it isn’t his fault, Artem takes this very seriously and would work more on checking in on you throughout his day, no matter how busy he is

“I know you’re going through a tough time right now. I’m not sure how I can be truly helpful other than just giving you my support, but we can look for a professional's help as well if that's something you’d like to do…” He brings one of your hands up to his lips and leaves a lingering kiss to your skin, “You’re not alone, never. It’s okay to reach out for help when you need it. You can reach out to me anytime, even if you just need to hear my voice. I’ll always make time for you MC, I love you. I promise we’ll get through this together”

After everything, and once you’re a lot calmer, he’d put on a movie for you both to watch as you eat the food he brought, making a mental note to check out your wounds later on, but for now he’d try to keep things bright and hopefully distract you, even if it was just momentarily

He does take a few days off of work so he can stay by your side and give you the support you need as you decide what step you want to take next

Vyn:

Nothing slides by Vyn, this is his specialty after all

You and Vyn frequently got together to drink tea and just talk about life or go on walks at a nearby park, Vyn always made time for you at the end of his day after seeing patients all day

So when you text him to cancel your plans one evening, he already knows something is up

“Something came up, I can’t go out this week. I’ll text you when I can,” you message him

“I am coming over,” he responds immediately, pulling his things together as he heads to you

Though he does have a spare key to your place, he doesn’t use it, knowing that suddenly invading your space, especially when something was obviously going on with you, wouldn’t be a great idea

“Darling, mind letting me in? I would like to speak with you if that is alright,” he speaks calmly through the door, knowing you were probably expecting him and listening on the other side somewhere

It takes a while. It’s silent, which worries Vyn as he debates whether he should just let himself in, but his worries vanish as soon as he hears your lock click open and the door slowly creaks as you open it

“My love,” Vyn whispers, eyeing the darkness behind you as a chill hits his face from the open door, but he keeps a smile on his face, needing to remain calm and not act shocked or alarmed which could potentially scare you off or have you close your heart to him, “Can I come in?”

You nod softly and open your door wider so he can come in, you were expecting him anyway since he said he’d be over soon

Vyn is still in his doctor coat which he slings over your shoulders, noticing you’re only wearing shorts and a t-shirt when you had the ac on blast. It was freezing in your home

He turns on a small lamp, not wanting to blind you with the bright light of the room, but needing to change the feel of your home subtly

Taking a seat on your couch, he pats the spot beside him, eyeing your bloody shirt until you’re seated

“May I?” he asks, gesturing to your shirt and whether he could see the damage you made. You knew there was no hiding things from Vyn. He was used to this and probably already knew what was going on, so you hesitantly nod, sighing in defeat as you begin to shake

You were scared of what he’d say or think about you after seeing your fresh cuts…

Vyn gently lifts your shirt and takes in the sight of your cuts with a neutral expression, then walks away to get some supplies to bandage you up so they don’t get infected

When he returns with a first aid kit, he quietly and softly cleans you up before speaking again

“I am all ears if you would like to say what led you to do this? And before you say it, no you are not a burden, no I am not upset, and no I do not hate you, darling. I am still very much in love with you despite how much it pains me to see you hurt yourself like this. I would just like to understand from your perspective if you would let me in,” he smiles softly, ready to hear you out

And as if he had some kind of magic pull on you, you find yourself revealing everything to him, from the complicated emotions and episodes you’ve gone through for the past few days, to how it all led to you eventually harming yourself, so you could feel something for once…something other than your depression and anxiety

He understood now, from your isolation, to the state of your home, and your desire to feel something, hence why it was so cold in your home and why you were wearing shorts despite how cold it was. All the pieces started to come together in his head

Vyn takes your hand in his now that he finished treating your cuts, he laces your fingers together as he speaks, “I first want you to know that what you are feeling is normal. It happens to a lot of people who are not aware of how to properly cope with these intense feelings. Depression and anxiety are more common than you think, but perhaps taking matters into your own hands caused you to feel worse?”

“Perhaps,” you nod, agreeing with his words. This was something you always tried to deal with on your own, which is why you tried to isolate yourself in the first place, you didn’t want to drag anyone else into your problems, you felt this was your own burden to carry

“Now…speaking not as a psychiatrist, but as your boyfriend, I want to say I care about you more than anything in this world. You are the light of my life, the one and only person I look forward to seeing everyday, so please do not lock me out of your heart, darling. It is my actual job and my duty as your lover to ensure you are okay. But you can count on me to help you through this if you would allow it”

Whether you take his help or not, he’d still show you his love and support for whatever decision you make

After a few hugs and more chatting, Vyn would make you some tea to calm you down

He’d squeeze you into his business day if you choose to seek counseling with him…after all he’s the only person he’d trust to truly help you through this

Through the good and the bad, Vyn will always remain by your side and hear you out, even with your smallest issues

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 7/18/2023

[naushtheaspiringauthor]

Hello, I wanted to send a request for your autumn writing event. I would like to request a Nikolai Lantsov imagine based on the song prompt 'how you get the girl'. The reader is female gender and the pronouns are she/her. Also if it's okay can the reader be a squaller 👉👈

Thank you😊

Win you over- Nikolai Lantsov x reader

A/N- I am SO sorry for writing this centuries later😭😭Lets just ignore how I'm doing a request for my AUTUMN writing event even tho its winter now. But I really hope u like it I worked really hard on this

Warnings- none

Summary- After Nikolai realizes he has attained feelings for a certain lady, he goes overboard to win her over

Nikolai had met all kinds of people throughout his life. Some despised him, others desired him, some wished to gain something from him, but all the time he could always figure out their intentions. However there was one about whom Nikolai couldn't figure out much of. You. 

It seemed as more as he got to know you, the more mysterious you'd seemed. 

But somehow, the more he got to know you, the more he grew closer to you. Until he finally realized he couldn't restrain his mind from wandering to you at all times, until you'd plagued all his thoughts, until he realized he'd fallen in love with you. 

And him being stubborn as always, decided to do anything to win over the girl who'd always appeared as a mystery to him. 

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You, on the other hand, had quite similar feelings but an utterly different way of thinking. You'd began to grow closer to the sunshine boy when the threat of the Darkling had been looming over. You seemed to have grow fond of even the slightest sight of the boy. 

However, he had someone else on his mind. He'd been to indulged to win over the Sun Summoner's  heart to even glance your way. 

So you'd given up long ago. Lost any hope that he'd ever be willing to think of you the same way as he had for the girl, even long after she'd left. So you'd shut your heart and you focused on the life in front of you, you focused on your duties as the head of the Ravkan council. 

All until Nikolai had decided to go to any heights to win you over. 

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You'd been sitting in one of the quarters near the little palace that had been sitting idle for quite some time. You'd drop by sometimes whenever you wished to get your paperwork done with no one there to bother you, and today, there seemed to be a lot of it. 

It'd been raining intensely when u heard a sound resembling a knock.

You turned towards the door for a moment wondering if someone's outside, then went back to your work thinking no one would bother to come here at such a harsh weather even if they did know where you were. 

Then you heard it again, rapid knocks on the door. 

You got out of your chair and went to the door in a haste, wondering who was outside. 

Your eyes widened at the sight of the person in front of you. Drenched thoroughly from top to bottom, breathing intensively, stood the king of Ravka, Nikolai Lantsov. 

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The plan had been perfect, or so Nikolai had thought. He was to wait for the rain to begin and you to be away from the peering eyes of everyone when he would make his move. He intended to grab the kind of gift you'd love the most, Books.  Or more so, the one you'd been looking for since as long as he could remember. 

So he had set out, the package secured in his arms, the clear motive etched in his brain. But it was when he'd went halfway when he realized how intense the rain had been and had resulted in spoiling the gift and get himself all drenched. And by the time he was at the doorstep , he'd been shivering and had possibly attained a cold. 

“Nikolai!?” Your eyes widened at the sight of him. “What are you doing here in this rain!? “ your tone being equally surprised as your expression. 

Though being badly soaked from head to toe, the boy attempted to keep his composure, “I, came here to see you” he spoke with a nervous grin

His words really confirmed your suspicions of him being an idiot. You looked at him in awe before speaking in a rather stunned voice, “Are you insane!?” you said

“Well, only for you” the mad boy grinned. 

You opened your mouth to speak but closed it. Then suddenly grabbed his arm and rushed him inside, completely ignoring his statement. 

“Sit down” you ordered him as you rushed inside a room in the quarter.

You returned a few moments later with a clean towel to find that he had obliged you. 

“Here, there's a spare room you can use” you spoke, handing him the towel and gestured him to your left. 

“Really? I thought you'd like it better if I just did it over here” he gave a sly grin but quickly changed his expression when resulted in attaining a glare from you. 

After a while, he came out looking less miserable than he'd been and sat down next to you. 

“So why exactly did the king himself run all the way from the grand palace to here?” you asked

Tell her the truth, tell her the truth, tell her the truth, his mind screamed at him. But he just froze, as if he'd lost the ability to speak. 

“Uhhh- well- I needed some important documents from the little palace but it started raining so I thought to just come here” he managed

“Huh? So because it was raining, you chose to cross the whole palace and instead come here?“ you raised an eyebrow. 

Shit. He had been too occupied to practice what to say to you at the doorstep to even think of an excuse. 

“Yeah. Well it- I don't think it even matters anymore” he chuckled nervously

“Yeah” you slowly nodded in acknowledgement

“Anyways, how have you been? I barely see you anymore?” he changed the subject

“Nikolai, you saw me… yesterday “ you responded in confusion

“Yeah, yeah right” he chuckles nervously. “You know how weird time can be”.

You looked at him for a few moments before speaking again “Well um, I should get back  to my work or councilman Henrik is going to be up my nerves again” you sighed. 

“Yeah- yeah sure” he responded. 

He sighed as he looked at the rain through the window, pondering upon how miserably he'd failed today. But he wouldn't stop until he'd reached his goal. He Wasn't A Quitter After All, he thought, grinning to himself

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These foolish little attempts won’t work if I really want to tell her how I feel, Nikolai thought to himself. If he wished to let out his feelings infront of you, if he really wished to tell you the truth,

he had to up his game.

You’d been out of the palace as you and David needed to test some of the weapons you’d been working on. So you’d chosen a cabin away from the population to be the most suitable place as there won't be dangers of anyone getting hurt here. 

Apparently someone else had the idea of moving his expedition to this place.

You had set up one of the you’ve made in the field to test whether it functioned properly. “Well, if it really works it should cover about 6,000 kilometres in about in, ten minutes” David spoke

“Let’s hope it does” you responded as you readied it to launch.

Just as you launched it into the air, you both noticed something in the sky. You looked at in confusion before you finally realized what it was, as it came closer towards you.

Your eyes widened at the sight infront of you, an improved version of Nikolai’s hummingbird…with him on it. He stood on the ship, not having any realization of the massive threat coming his way.

Before you could think anything, you rushed forward and brought both of your hands and sent a massive gust of wind towards the ship’s way. Until Nikolai realized what was happening, it had been too late as he was inches away from being blown to bits.

At the last moment, you thrust your arms forward and sent a gust of wind his way, making the ship violently thrash sideways and finally crashing to the ground.

David rushed towards the ship and helped Nikolai get out. 

Nikolai went towards you, grinning like an idiot. Even though his initial plan had failed, he was amused by how grand his entrance had been. He believed you to have a similar reaction to his little stunt, but the truth appeared to be on the contrary.

You stormed towards him with your fists clenched at your sides, your face flushed red

“So, how did you think of my little manoeuvre?” he asked, still grinning. 

“Have you gone mad!?” you practically yelled at him, your face brimming with anger

“I-” he was caught off-guard by your sudden tone, he’d never seen you this angry

“This place is supposed to be off limits to anyone! And you just waltz in here so willing to get yourself blown to bits!” your rage not deteriorating in the slightest. “You could’ve died!”

Nikolai’s expression transformed into one of immense regret once the realization of what could’ve just happened dawned on him. “I- I wanted to surprise you” he looked down at his feet, his face flushed with guilt

“Well you’ve surprised me enough by almost being killed by your own weapon” you spat.

He remained silent and couldn’t bring himself to meet your gaze as you left.

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It was proven now, either Nikolai has always been a massive idiot or he’d now turned into one. Had he lost his mind? He could’ve died today, and just because of his foolishness. Had he truly been that big of an idiot to just fly to a practically death zone? You thought to yourself as anger flooded your brain.

What if he…what if I weren’t able to save him on time? Panic filled in you, but now you were truly grateful that he was alive. You couldn’t bear to imagine your life without him in it. You couldn’t bear to live without him.

“I can’t believe he’d do something so idiotic!” you explained the whole incident to Zoya with immense exasperation.

However, she didn’t seem to have the kind of reaction you had anticipated. “Are you really that oblivious?” she sighed

“Wait, what?” you looked at her in confusion

“Can’t you see what he’s been attempting to do for weeks?” she continued, but seeing you still failed to understand, she explained further. “He’s trying to impress you . Have you not noticed his strange behaviour and foolish attempts to win you over?” she rolled her eyes.

A sudden thought struck your mind, Is this why he had been acting so strange for the past few weeks? You wondered. Him behaving strangely at the sight of you, his miserable attempts of striking a conversation with you, running to you all the way from his palace in the rain, and now this. 

Was he truly attempting to…win you over? Your eyes widened at the possibility

You had made a massive mistake, you were sure of it now. Even though Nikolai had managed to almost get himself killed, you had practically yelled at him. You’d broken the heart of the very boy who was going over the board to make you happy.

You had to fix this.

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You smiled at the sight of Nikolai sitting by himself in the garden. You knew you’d find him here, this is where he’d go when he’d be feeling unwell. More importantly, the place where you had your first proper conversation with him. 

“We can get the hummingbird fixed Nikolai, you shouldn’t feel so disconsolate” You spoke as you approached him

He turned sideways to look at you but then again dropped his gaze to his feet, “It’s not that I’m worried about” he spoke in a tone that truly displayed how heart broken he’d been.

 He then shifted to a side to allow you to sit beside him. “I’m sorry for doing all that, I realize how dangerous it was. But I- I just wanted to surprise you”.

You sighed as you looked at him, “I know Nikolai, I now realize you weren’t intending on getting yourself hurt. But you must know that you don’t need any grand gestures to surprise me, or make me happy. And what if you’d been hurt? How could I have lived without you?” you spoke in a soft voice.

“Really? You- you can’t live without me?” his gaze finally met yours

“Of course not you idiot” you grinned slightly. “Take this very moment for example, just sitting beside you in such a peaceful state is surprise enough for me” your tone grew sombre.

“It is?” he raised his eyebrows in curiosity

“Yeah. Now tell me, what’s been on your mind for so long?”

Nikolai seemed to hesitate before finally mustering up the courage to speak. “I- well the reason I’ve been acting so weird is, well because I’ve fallen in love with you. You’ve plagued my mind in such a way that none other ever had. The way you show affection not in words but your actions, how excited you can get when you get a new idea for something. And those eyes“ he gazed deepened.

“They’re-the way they gleam in the moonlight. They’re so- drownable in”.

His words touched your soul in a way none other had. It was like you’d fallen in love with him all over again.

“So I- I just wished to do something, anything that would make you find me endearing in the slightest” he continued

You were quite startled by his words. All this just to make me find him, endearing? 

You let out a light chickle, making him give you an utterly confused look. “Well, I believe that won't be a problem anymore” you gave him a sly grin

“What? why?” 

“Well, to your enormous luck, I already find you endearing enough, love” 

He looked at you in disbelief which was clearly displayed on his face. Did she really say that?? he thought. 

“Wait, wh- really?” he had a shocked expression plastered over his face

“Yes, I believe I do” you grinned

He continued to look at you with utter disbelief. He couldn't believe what you just said was true. He'd written a whole speech and all but he was panicking too much to think of a word. You'd rendered him speechless. 

“I-” he racked his brain to think of something but he just couldn't. He really did not wish for it to go like this, with him panicking too much to utter a word. 

But your expression remained stagnant. You gazed intensely in his hazel eyes before cupping both his cheeks with your hands and softly pressing your lips to his. 

Nikolai's eyes widened at your action, he'd been the luckiest man alive. 

You slowly pulled away from him. 

“I had a whole speech and all but I have to admit I do not remember a word” he spoke

You grinned at his words, “I have to admit it was quite entertaining, watching you fail so miserably without having a clue as to what exactly you were willing to do”

This time, his hands were on either sides of your face before he pulled you close and pressed his lips on yours. Loving every moment of it. 

Even though his plans hadn't exactly worked, he was immensely glad to be in this very moment. 

 And that, was how he managed to get the girl of his dreams. 

[helyiios]

On danse pas

Or that one time Benji went on a solo mission.

Benji says “lol” and Ethan loses his entire fucking mind.

He’s staring at his friend through a screen, watches as he’s being reviewed by Alan Hunley, who looked extremely displeased, by the way, and he can’t help but want to make the room explode.

Or something.

“Did you just say “lol,” agent Dunn ?” the Secretary asks, closing his eyes slowly, “or did I mishear that ?”

“I don’t know what else to say ?”

“Oh, I don’t know. You could explain to me what the fuck happened during your mission, for example. Just for example.”

“Nothing went wrong with this mission.”

Ethan grimaces. With a kill count of fifty three, three civilians, a building in flames, collapsed on itself, and a few people straight up murdered, he wouldn’t say that nothing went wrong. He loves Benji, he really does, he thinks he’s a fantastic guy, truly, but they had to stop sending him on solo missions. Honestly.

“You caused an explosion in Central London,” Hunley states, spreading papers on the table, “do you know how many people got hurt ?”

“Some ?”

“Seventy six. With fifty three dead.”

“Don’t think that’s the biggest I can go,” Benji offers with a genuine smile, and Ethan slams his own head against the wall. “No but I mean, sir, no offence, but I didn’t let that building explode because I had planned it. They had extremely dangerous weapons stored there, and I can’t exactly steal a PHASR in my little purse and come back to the IMF.”

“So your plan of action was to destroy them. By fucking up the entire locals of ARCH.tech.”

“Yeah ? I mean, I stole the blueprints first, didn’t you read the report ?”

“Benjamin Dunn,” Hunley warns, voice low and dangerous, “you’re going to have to use another tone with me.”

“You’re acting like I did something crazy ! Personally, I only killed, like, ten people. Max ! The rest was the explosion.”

“Do you know how angry MI6 is about this ?”

“Well maybe if they hadn’t thrown me out back when I tried to get in they wouldn’t have had to worry about this,” Benji mumbles petulantly, crossing his arms. “Look, I’m sorry for the deaths. I didn’t mean it !”

“You’re not sorry, you don’t care !”

“It’s not like I can care about everyone in this world,” he protests with a grimace. “I’m not Mother Theresa.”

Hunley holds back a scream of frustration, choosing to rub his hands on his face instead.

One thing about Benji Dunn, is that he was efficient. When with Team Hunt, he proved to be resourceful and a master at tech related support. When alone…

Well, his first solo mission had been a breeze. He’d done his part, had come back, gotten slapped on the back, and all was great. Peachy, even. So he’d gotten cleared to get sent on more solo missions. Which always ended…correctly.

Until this one.

Where he’d gone completely looney, and pushed the big red button, and gotten a review as a thanks. And he had had the gall to be displeased about it.

“You were on the news, Benji !”

“Lol,” Benji says out loud again, like an actual fucking lunatic, “yeah, I saw. The BBC. I actually watched it from a bar. Made me blush.”

“Why aren’t you taking this seriously ?!”

“You’re making this a bigger mess than it is !”

“YOU BLEW UP A FUCKING BUILDING IN CENTRAL LONDON !” Hunley screeches, and Benji recoils a little, puckering his lips annoyedly.

“Bad foundations, what can I say.”

“I’m going to get you pulled away from field activities.”

“You can’t,” Benji notes, wiggling his index at him with a laugh, “you need me too much.”

“You’re over estimating your worth.”

“That’s mean.”

“Look,” the Secretary sighs, clenching his jaw and gritting his teeth, “can you at least admit you went a bit overboard with the whole thing ?”

The agent shrugs.

“Sure, if that makes you happy. At the end of the day, I picked up on Bailey’s fuckup at ARCH and I got the info needed. And destroyed their weapons.”

“Ah, yes, but agent Bailey did not kill fifty three people.”

“There’s no free lunch,” Benji just says, visibly very little interested in the whole thing. “Also, I made a very clear a nice report on the whole incident. You can’t even call me lazy.”

“Yes, your report was good.” A pause. “What ? That’s not the point ! Does your team know ?”

A frown.

“Why would they ? They’re not concerned by it.”

“Thought it would shock them.”

“I don’t really care,” Benji whines, “I did my bloody job and I’m getting lectured over it !”

“Well,” Hunley finally says, giving up completely, “do try not to do something like that again. Please.”

“Do you want us to, like, pinky promise ?” he offers, holding out his hand with a crooked pinky finger.

“Get out of my office, Dunn.”

The agent bursts out laughing but gets up all the same, dusting his shirt carefully.

“Oh, and Benji ?”

“Yeah ?”

“Why did you fail the MI6 entrance exam ?”

A pause.

“Psych tests,” he grimaces.

Hunley tips his head back, face in his hands.

“Yeah. Figures.”

[naavispider]

All I’m saying is, imagine cuddly drunk Spider. That would be ADORABLE!!!

"But dad," Spider groaned, eyes wide. The very image of mockery.

The words twisted something deep within Quaritch, uncomfortably.

Spider was shoved onto his duvet, looking anything but ready to sleep. The soft sea wind blew through both of them, sending a shiver down Spider's spine.

"Now lay down," Quaritch encouraged.

But the boy just stared up at him, grinning in disobedience.

"Spider," Quaritch growled, frustration working its way through his voice, covering the kid in its catch.

"Okay, ok'y, jeeesus..." Spider began, but he was still grinning. Hmm. Quaritch grabbed his jacket from his nearby pack and threw it over Spider. For a moment the kid disappeared completely under the material.

"Y'tryna smother me or somethin'?" Came the familiar voice from under the folds of fabric. "I'll have you f'r that..."

Quaritch rolled his eyes but didn't rise to it. "Stay here, stay down, and go to sleep."

Spider tucked his head out from under the jacket, so only his face was visible. "Uh-huh," he mumbled. "I'm definitely gonna do that."

Not thrilled by this response, Quaritch stood and wandered back to where Lyle, Savine, Mansk and the rest were sitting around the fire.

"You back with us Colonel? Shall I deal you in?" Lyle called, his face lighting up. Mansk still had his sunglasses on, despite the darkness of the hour.

Quaritch nodded as he glanced a stressed look over to Spider's makeshift bed. The kid was still there, staring at him intently, smiling maniacally, as if constantly on the edge of a laugh. It almost freaked Quaritch out.

"He looks stoned," Savine said as she followed Quaritch's gaze. "What's wrong with him?"

Quaritch pursed his lips, thankful that whatever it was would wear off by morning. "I don't know... What are we playing?" he asked to change the subject, and to take his mind off the horror movie child still staring evilly across the deck.

"Blackjack," Savine replied. "You sure you're in?"

"Deal the cards!" Quaritch irked. Why did Savine always think he sucked at card games?

She did as he said, and the recoms picked up their hands, assessing their first plays. Quaritch his poker face into position, watching his squad carefully. It was Fike to go first.

The rounds passed tensely, and before Quaritch knew it, his thoughts had drifted away from his drunkard sun. It was difficult to play betting games on Pandora, since money wasn't in USD but tokens, to be spent in Bridgehead - their own Pandoran form of currency. Tokens were electronic of course, linked to their ID cards, so Lyle had the tablet out to take count of the numbers. After half an hour, Quaritch was doing reasonably well. That was until-

"He has an ace!"

Quaritch spun round furiously as Spider ran back from his reach to go and hide behind behind Lyle. "You bastard kid!" He groaned.

Wainfleet looked stunned to be Spider's choice of refuge at spoiling Quaritch's shot at the game, but Quaritch knew the sucker was secretly loving it. Nevertheless, Lyle quickly covered his own hand from the boy, raising his arm in shock as Spider buried his way into the recom's side. He looked to Qauritch as if to say 'I don't know, please don't blame me for this.'

Savine and Fike roared with laughter.

"I'm sorry!" Spider screeched, provoking even a chuckle from Mansk.

"You just ruined my wins..." Quaritch glared over the circle.

Spider buried deeper into Wainfleet's side, hiding his face even as he tried to control his laughter. Kid wasn't sorry.

"I should just throw him overboard..." he muttered darkly.

"Noooo!" Spider wailed. "I'm sorry, I won't do it again!" He held his hands up in attempt to show his remorse, but it was utterly ruined by the splutters of laughter he was trying to repress.

Anger flashed in Quaritch's eyes.

"Please don't throw me overboard, I can't swim! What d'you want? I c'n give you my food rations?"

"Those are our food rations."

Spider's eyes widened even further, and then an incredible idea seemed to cross him. "I'll give you my jacket!"

Quaritch sagged his shoulders as Savine struggled to stem the tears flowing from her eyes.

The kid was beyond reasoning with.

"Spider, come here," Savine managed to get out.

Spider eyed her warily, before ducking out from the safety of Wainfleet's protection. She patted the space next to her. "Come on, you can be on my team."

Spider's face lit up as he realised she was inviting him into the game.

"But no more ruining cards for people, okay?" she said reproachfully.

Spider raised his hand in a salute, before turning to Quaritch and grinning at him from across the circle.

"I do not believe this..." Quaritch angrily threw down his hand. He stalked over to his tablet, thinking that now he was excluded from the game he might as well get some work done.

The next time he looked up at the circle, Spider was on Savine's leg, looking more and more like a young child as the night wore on. She had wrapped an arm around his middle, sometimes bouncing him to keep him occupied when the game slowed.

Eventually, the kid's eyes began to close. From the way Spider shook his head and crawled closer to her, she'd obviously suggested that he go to bed. Quaritch couldn't help the warmth spreading from his chest at the sight of Spider hugging her chest as a toddler would cling to be carried. He waited a few more minutes to give the kid enough time to get properly sleepy, before approaching Savine and giving her the look that said, 'pass him to me'.

She gripped the dozing Spider under his arms and lifted him up so Quaritch could replace her hold on him. He brought Spider into the same hold she had used on him. Spider shifted as Quaritch pulled him close.

"Whaty'doin?" he grumbled.

"Taking you to bed," Quaritch replied as he raised a hand to cup Spider's head close to his neck. He almost didn't want to put him down. He stood for a minute longer than was strictly necessary, ten wandered to the ship's railing, looking out at the black ocean. He panicked when Spider brought his legs up to wrap around his waist. Shit. Quaritch closed his eyes, trying to lower his clamouring heartbeat at the realisation that the kid was just snuggling closer to him.

He shifted Spider closer and higher in his arms, staring into the darkness of the waves, holding his boy close. He never wanted this moment to end.

[nathanbatemanfucker]

Your summer blurbs look so cute!! Could I pretty please request a blurb with Frankie Morales my beloved and the prompt “Never scare me like that again!” 

If not, of course, that’s completely fine!! Thanks, and I hope you have an awesome day/night!! <3 <3 <3

Overboard

prompt: #19 “never scare me like that again!”

pairing: frankie morales x fem!reader

contents: boating, falling overboard, brief panic, allusion to ptsd if you squint, frankie being stern bc he’s scared

wc: 665

an: absolutely you can— i hope you enjoy this my dear <3

summer blurbs masterlist + prompts | misc. masterlist

There’s nothing like the smell of salt in the air, the taste of a fruity cocktail on your lips. Or the summer sun– especially as it soaks into your skin as you lounge on the deck of you and Frankie’s boat. When Frankie told you today was clear skies and under 80 degrees, there was only one thing that popped into your mind as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. Not even an hour later, the two of you were packed up for a day on the water.

Frankie comes to lay beside you with a content sigh, leaning over to press a kiss to your warm shoulder before stretching out like a cat.

You open your eyes, squinting from the light as you look over at him, “Did you apply sunscreen?”

“You saw me apply this morning, sweet girl,” He says matter of factly, taking his cap off and placing it over his face.

With a sly grin, you snatch the hat from his face, jumping up immediately so he’s unable to grab it from you. “You’re supposed to reapply, especially if you’re gonna be in the sun like this.”

Frankie’s brow furrows as his squints up at you, and though the look on his face is one of no patience, you can hear the mirth in voice as he speaks, “I’ll reapply when you give me back my hat.”

“Oh, you’re gonna have catch me to get this, baby,” You tilt your head at him in challenge, twirling the hate on your finger.

There’s stillness for several moments, nothing but the soft jostle of the boat in waves as the two of you stare each other down. You know that he’ll catch you– he’s Frankie, a veteran– but that’s the fun of it. Being caught in Frankie’s arms is something you’d never tire of. He’s up on his feet in a flash and you squeal, running towards the opposite end of the boat.

Its an accident, the way your feet get tangled in the net, but its enough to send you wobbling over the side, the belly laughs that were leaving you morphing into a shriek that makes Frankie’s blood curl. He jumps in after you immediately, his body going into that mode that doesn’t let him panic or pause– just act. You’ve risen to the surface rather quickly, sputtering for breath and reaching for Frankie as soon as he’s in your sights.

You didn’t fall far so the swim back to the boat’s latter is short but deathly quiet. He helps you up it first before following you and sitting you both down. He assess you in silence, turning your face and limbs this way and that way.

“Never scare me like that again,” He isn’t yelling but there’s a bite to his words, a finality that makes it clear this isn’t up for debate.

Now that the adrenaline is leaving your system you can see the fear in his eyes– they’re a bit glazed over in that way that lets you know his past his haunting him.

“I’m sorry, baby,” You lean in, brushing your lips against his. “I am, really. I went too far. It won’t happen again,” You assure him when his eyes narrow with skepticism.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” He says honestly, it pulls at your heart.

“You don’t have to know, I’ll always be right here. I promise.”

Frankie stays quiet, but pulls you close, smooshing his cheek to the top of your head. You hug him back, inhaling deeply to take in his calming scent.

After sitting there for a handful of minutes you hope to lighten the mood, leaning back to say, “You know…you still need to reapply.”

“Oh, hush, lets get you dry,” He hauls you up and over his shoulder.

You give his ass a slap as he walks towards the cabin, and the genuine laugh he gives out lets you know that all is forgiven. Crisis averted.

[moon-alight]

Hello!! I saw you also write for Skz??? If not that's okay... anyways, could you do a Han imagine where reader is his s/o and they had a fight before the concert and he thinks she's not coming to watch him but then there she is because she still loves him.

If that makes sense.

Thank you😘

I do and here you are. I'm happy I got a request other than &Team to be honest. :)

You're lucky I love you - SKZ Han Jisung

Synopsis: You had a fight with your boyfriend but figured that being there for him is more important than being mad.

Warnings: I used they/them for the reader, fluff, angst, swearing,

Word Count: 1700 (I again went overboard, sorry)

Masterlist

*48 hours before the concert*

You had just decided to do an all-nighter knowing that the project for school is very important and could decide whether you pass or fail this class. History had never been your favorite subject so, this was almost a way to torture you.

You had just texted your boyfriend that you wouldn't make it to the dorms tonight since you had to work on the paper, you open your laptop and make a new google docs document. Just when you want to start typing, you get a text from Jisung. You check your phone.

I can't either, I'm staying at the studio tonight to practice a bit more. Maybe want to meet me for breakfast tomorrow morning in the dorms? You smile and text him back in which you agree before actually starting to write.

Guess what? One complete night... nine hours... 540 minutes... 32400 seconds... it somehow wasn't enough time. You hadn't finished writing in the night and you're expected to meet Jisung in 30 minutes. You sigh and get up, deciding to continue working on your paper when you're there.

*38 hours before the concert*

You had taken a quick shower to make sure you wouldn't fall asleep and at least now you smell nice, before walking out of your apartment and walking down the road towards the dorms. You knock on the door and see Felix when he opens it.

"Hey y/n, come in." You smile at him and enter the dorms, it always looks the same. Always messy and everything is all over the place but it is like a second home to you.

"y/n!" You're wrapped in a hug by your boyfriend who had ran up to you. "I'm happy you're here."

"Yeah, but I do have to continue the paper later on."

"Don't worry, we won't interrupt you, Felix made pancakes." Jisung assures you. You get pulled along to the kitchen and say high to everyone before sitting down. This is the first hour of relaxation you had gotten over the past 10 hours and it felt good. But, all good things must come to an end and so, you're back working on your paper in the living room while everyone else is doing other stuff.

*33 hours before the concert*

After four extra hours of working, you're finally done. You stand up and stretch before going to the bathroom. It has taken you so long and now you're finally done. What a relief.

"Baby?" You hear Jisung scream from probably the kitchen.

"Yes, Sungie?" You ask back.

"Can I check something on your laptop?"

"Sure." When you come out of the bathroom and have taken a glass of water from the kitchen, you return to the living room. Everyone had left for practice except your boyfriend who is getting his jacket from his room. You sit down and look at your laptop desktop. You frown when you don't see your paper saved anywhere. "Jisung?" You ask, clicking on different folders to see if your paper is anywhere in there.

Jisung enters the living room a little scared, you don't usually use his full name, not in that tone.

"Yes?" He asks, a bit shaken up.

"Tell me you saved my paper before you did whatever you did on my laptop." Jisung gulps, not remembering to click the save button before clicking the paper away. He assumed you had saved it already. "Jisung?" You ask again, your voice dangerously close to anger.

"I didn't." You groan, closing your laptop.

"13 hours of writing... gone. I need to send it to my teacher in 3 hours. I'm never gonna be able to save my grade now!" You're disappointed, annoyed but above all angry. "Who doesn't save before clicking something away on a device that isn't theirs?!" Your voice had raised and Jisung feels your anger even from behind you.

"I'm sorry--"

"Sorry isn't getting me my damn paper back, Jisung!" You stand up and glare at him. "How did you not save that?"

"I didn't really think about that." Jisung replies guiltily while looking down at his shoes. "'m sorry."

"Leave it! I better hope I get a couple days extra." You pick up your laptop and walk to the door. "Thanks for ruining my one chance on passing!" Without another word, you're gone, outside. The anger is enough to simply throw your damn laptop to the ground but you won't. It would only complicate things.

*30 hours before the concert*

10 missed calls from Jisung and 21 unread texts messages.

*25 hours before the concert*

34 missed calls and 50 unread texts messages.

*20 hours before the concert*

You had just woken up from your sleep. You must've fallen asleep when you arrived home. You had cried yourself to sleep but even now there is nothing you can do about the project anymore.

You look at your phone, scoffing when you see all the notifications from the same person, not even bothering opening them. You would need some more time to cool off before you'd make things worse. You wanted nothing more than to hate him, despise Jisung for the mistake he had made but you still loved him.

You get up from your position on the couch and walk towards the kitchen, you're extremely hungry and long for some chicken nuggets which you had bought last week.

*10 hours before the concert*

"My boyfriend accidentally deleted my paper from my computer, I need some more time to remake it." You explain to your professor via the phone after you decided to call.

"Is this a new version of 'my dog ate my homework'?" He asks back. "Listen y/n, you're a bright student with a lot of potency but I can't change the rules for you. I said 1 week, which means one week for everyone. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Unless you can still send it in the next twenty minutes, you fail." The call is ended and you could scream. How is this fair at all? You finished it and now it's gone.

*5 hours before the concert*

You stare at the folder on your laptop with wide eyes. There it is, your paper. It's saved in a different folder. You're confused for a moment before you remember what had happened in the dorms.

Before you went to the bathroom, you had saved it but accidentally miss-clicked which means it went to your download folder instead the desktop. You had saved it!

You quickly send it to your professor in the hopes that it would still count and you'd still have a good grade. The relief and happiness inside of you is cut short when you remember how mad you have been at Jisung... he hadn't even done anything wrong.

*4 hours before the concert*

You had finally found your phone after looking for a while and dial in Jisung's number. You have to apologize. After a little while you hear his voicemail. You try again and again but realize he must be rehearsing for the concert. You open one of the texts he had left behind hours ago and feel your heart sink.

y/n... I really hope you will forgive me. I don't know what I would do without you. I'm so sorry.

You stand up and quickly gather your things before running out of your apartment.

*5 minutes before the concert*

You are inside the venue where Stray Kids will be performing soon, you weren't allowed backstage because the new guard didn't know who you were so you hope Jisung will see you in the crowd so you can apologize.

5 minutes pass slowly but when Stray Kids comes out and performs, you notice a clear difference in your boyfriend's behavior. His smile is obviously fake, his energy is lower than usual and he messes up more than he did before. You did this.

You're sure you have never felt so bad in your life as you do right now. You hear some stays next to you mention Jisung's weird and low behavior. It's affecting everyone and it's all your fault.

*1 hour into the concert*

You know it's almost over, maybe 4 or 5 more songs but it has been torture to watch. You try your best to be recognized by any of the members so that Jisung might be a bit happier but you were unsuccesful up until now...

Minho squints when he looks into your direction, his gaze right upon you. The girls around you freak out, thinking he's looking at them but with a little wave of your own, he's sure it's you in the crowd. He taps Jisung on the shoulder and points at you. The girls almost faint around you but you know Jisung looks at you.

You smile softly, giving him a thumbs-up. His face immediately breaks out in a big grin and he looks like he had just gathered all the energy he could ever gather simply by looking at you. The next song goes smoothly, Jisung has his vibe back and makes the crowd go wild.

*10 minutes after the concert*

You made it backstage and watch your boyfriend walk up to you slowly. Your heart breaks a little at his distancing.

"Hey." You say softly. A moment of silence follows before both of you speak at the same time.

"I'm sorry."

"What?" Jisung asks, frowning a little.

"I am so sorry for lashing out... I found the paper. It was saved in a different folder which was completely my fault and I'm so sorry for everything."

"I missed you." Jisung admits. "I thought you would break up with me." Your eyes widen.

"What? No. Ji, I would never. Even if it wasn't saved, if I had really lost it... I would've not broken up with you. It's just a stupid paper. You're so much more important to me." Jisung smiles at your confession.

"So, we're good?" You step closer and embrace him, resting your head on his shoulder.

"If you forgive me for my stupidity." You reply. Jisung smiles.

"You are so lucky I love you." You both chuckle, holding onto each other.

[buwheal]

Sorry, Anon, but i have no clue what you mean by some of the asks have "opportunities being a bit... heavy."???? Also, I know you have good intentions, (and thank you) but from my knowledge nobody is taking it THAT extreme. If they were, i would address it myself. Im pretty sure most of the people saying they feel bad dont feel super super seriously about it to that degree. I write it like that on purpose for people to feel bad about their actions so they work together to change things but nobody has been going "overboard" . Man, even / i / get the feels for Spamton content and whatnot (my fav fic absolutely destroyed me /nsrs) but i think my audience understands that this is fictional. And so do I. Again, I appriciate you trying to help, but try not to run my blog for me, loll /lh if i see any issues i'll adress it. Not you guys :-P You can add stuff like that in a reblog or your own post or something but dont try to send it through me unless youre concerned and trying to let me know,, this is just trying to cull something that isnt real X-P

[narcolini]

night//morning - pt. 2

part one - ao3 link luca x marcus (or luca & marcus tbh), 2.6k, i have no idea what to label this i can't lie. pining and un-satisfaction tagging: @drabbles-mc @ashlingiswriting @garbinge @hausofmamadas (bear squad jeje)

Tuesday, 05:48:

‘Hey mate, um, hope you’re doing alright. Just thought I’d check in and, yeah, well, actually I had something I wanted to talk to you about. No rush, of course, but when you’ve got a minute—and everything’s, you know, less intense. Just, um, give me a bell when you can. Cheers.’

Seen, 22:53.

‘That’s not yours.’

Four ounces will do twelve, six will do eighteen.

‘Luca.’

‘Yes, chef?’

‘That’s not your dough.’

‘What?’ He straightens, palms stilling on the floured edges. ‘Shit. That’s the…’

‘The filo.’

‘The filo, right. Sorry.’ Not the shortcrust he’d made, but the pastry she’d taken out of the fridge herself. He’d even reached across her to grab it. Mind in the locker room behind, sense on the wood-panelled floor of his bedroom. He’s spun the filo into a useless ball in his daze, patted it with flour it didn’t need, fucked up her prep entirely. ‘That’s my fault, Ali.’

‘Yeah.’ She scoffs, but there’s no malice in it. There’s no time for that.

‘I’ll make more.’

Ali nods, eyeing him from the side as he sets about fixing his mistake. 

It wasn’t an easily made mistake, it wasn’t even a common one. It was an absolutely absurd thing for anyone with even a crumb of kitchen experience to do. They both know that, so there’s no point in trying to pretend otherwise. In shutting the door for the sake of pride. 

‘I haven’t been focusing,’ he says. Bowl, flour, oil. Bin the old and wipe down the counter before starting again. ‘Got a friend and…Yeah, he’s been on my mind a lot. Haven’t been sleeping well.’

She does him the mercy of ignoring the pause that slipped between friend and—friend and—to say, ‘I can tell,’ instead. ‘It’s not like you.’

He nods. ‘I know.’

‘To mistake filo for shortcrust.’

‘I know, mate.’ He laughs, smile spreading, all corners and teeth. ‘You gonna rub that in all day?’

She shrugs. ‘Maybe all week.’ 

‘Alright, cool, I deserve a week.’

But with Ali, it’s never a week, it’s twenty minutes and then it’s forgotten about, because stress sits on her like lead. Shoulders down, jaw tight. He never gets a word from her after opening. Whether he’d been her best friend that day, or the nitpicking prat by her ear. 

‘Have you spoken to him about it?’ she asks, reaching for the shortcrust that he was supposed to be working with. Picking up slack like they’re trained to do. ‘Problems shared, and all that.’

‘Sent him a few voice notes.’ One, to be exact, three days after the last message Marcus had sent. ‘I don’t want to push him.’

‘So he’s going through some shit,’ she deducts. ‘And you’re dragging yourself through the same shit, along with him?’

He sighs, talking around the end of it, ‘That’s one way of putting it.’

‘You know what I’m going to say,’ she adds, throwing a smile that he only catches the shadow of. Wry and knowing. 

‘Yeah.’ Can’t help anyone when you’re both in the mud. ‘Thanks, Ali.’

She nods, chin flicking to his half-made dough. ‘Thank me by working faster.’

‘Alright.’ 

Faster and more efficiently. More focused. He pushes his hands into the mix, knuckles deep, welcomes the attention it requires from him like a rope thrown overboard. A gnarled root on the edge of the pit. 

For the rest of the day, that’s all there is. Ali as a silent partner, in tandem, in sync. Rudy talking about football through every break they overlap on. The mice in the bins, the customer sending his praises to the chef. 

Open, service, shut. Then the cold of his pillow as he gets into bed again.

And still no reply from Marcus, either. Just a little thumbs up, pinned to the corner of his voice note, sent some time around lunch. 

He’s seen it, at least, listened and agreed to get back to him when possible. So it’s Luca’s turn to wait again, because he can’t do more than that. Shouldn’t, even. It’s easy to add things, fix the acid, sweeten the sour, but harder to take them away. He has to remember that. At one end of the spectrum, is that shit with Frankie, and at the other? This mania he’s driving himself into with Marcus, brakes off, steam pluming.  

It’s not like him. It’s deeply unlike him, even, he’s unfamiliar and stumbling because of it. 

Control what you can, control the reaction to what you can’t.

‘Fucking hell.’ He draws the fuck out, long and groaning, and presses his palms over his eyes. Finally time to rest and he’s lying here thinking about it, turning it over and over, fold mix fold. ‘Get a grip, man.’

Marcus is fine. And he’s fine. There’s no way to perfect a recipe with an undecided end product, no fine tuning to be made on a relationship with no future. Spending this much of his time trying to do so, will only twist him further into the ground. Bury him neck deep.

His phone buzzes then—buzzes because it’s still on silent from work, audible against the wood of his bedside. He’s on it before it gets to the second round of vibrations. Taps answer before he realises it’s a video call, and not just the usual voice-only chat. 

Marcus appears on his screen, well, the top half of his head does, the bottom is lost somewhere beneath the home button. ‘Shit,’ he laughs, ‘you answered too quick, man. I’m still—hang on.’

‘Yeah, course.’ 

It’s near black in Luca’s bedroom, his own image nothing but a pixelated blob of grey in the bottom corner. He clicks the lamp on while Marcus finishes whatever he’s doing and, God, shit, that won’t work. He looks like the fucking personification of pillow-talk. Amber lighting, bed-squashed hair, bare shoulders against his mattress. 

He sits upright, and holds the phone at an appropriate angle. 

‘Wasn’t expecting you to call this late,’ he says.

Marcus’s beanie bobs back into frame. ‘It’s only late for you, dude.’

‘Right, obviously.’

‘Sorry—there. All done.’ His face fills the screen at last, still angled like he’s got the phone sitting on his chest, but his smile is there now. Cheeks to either side of Luca’s phone. ‘You good?’

‘I’m alright.’ He nods. Puts his free arm across his chest, hand anchoring on the shoulder. ‘Are you on break?’

‘Nah, had the morning off to sort some things out. Heading over there now.’

‘Cool. Nice.’ 

‘Yeah, real fun.’ Marcus laughs, dry and unaffected. ‘Sure love spending the morning with some anaemic-looking dinosaur, going over Mom’s will.’ 

He mirrors the empty laugh, nodding alongside it. ‘Beats brunch though, right?’

‘Fuck brunch,’ Marcus quips. 

It barks through his screen, passionate enough to make Luca laugh for real that time, a smile tugging on his lips. 

‘Who the fuck invented giving up two meals for one?’ 

‘Dunno,’ Luca humours, ‘the French?’

‘Probably the French, yeah.’ 

He’s walking now, buildings passing by from the upwards angle Luca has access to. It’s raining, misting Marcus’s camera, and pearling on the knit of his hat. He walks a few more steps without saying anything else, head shaking like he’s still thinking about brunch. 

‘Did you listen to my voice note?’ Luca asks, switching the rain-dropped Marcus into his other hand, and covering his chest in the opposite way. 

‘Shit, yeah,’ his eyes flick down to the phone, into the camera, ‘was gonna ask. What’s up? You wanted to talk about something?’

‘Yeah, I did.’ And suddenly it’s back down his throat, fleeing and cloying to the sides. Unwilling to come to life. ‘I know you’ve been having a tough time of it.’

Marcus sighs, or scoffs, or whatever sort of frustrated, dissatisfaction sits in-between the two. ‘I know, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disappear on you.’

‘No, no, that’s not it,’ Luca corrects keenly. ‘I get it, it’s completely understandable, mate. But I’ve been thinking—well, wracking my brain, really, over what I could do to help out.’ Drag it back, claw it out. ‘And I settled on coming to Chicago,’ he says. ‘I think.’

‘What?’

‘I was thinking I could come to Chicago.’ It’s easier the second time. Goes out of him like it isn’t an utterly absurd, completely over-stepping, gesture. ‘I've got some holidays to use up, y’know, been saving them for something important.’

Marcus frowns slightly, staring ahead like Luca’s there and not sitting under his chin. ‘Shouldn’t you be using it to, I don’t know, see your family or something? Go back home?’

He could do that in a weekend. Could go for a day, once a week, if it really compelled him. ‘I mean, Mum’s in Copenhagen so often she may as well buy a flat here, and Frankie. Well, yeah, you know.’

‘Would sooner close the borders than have you back,’ he says, with half a smile printed in his cheek.

‘Mhm. So. My remaining two weeks are yours, if you want them.’

The lump’s back in his throat again, this time paired with a creeping heat in the shell of his ears. Marcus says nothing, head tilting like he’s physically weighing up the idea, a set of scales balanced between his eyes. Luca’s offer slow-rolling between the two. 

It feels like three minutes pass in wait of it. Four now. The room’s silent minus the tinny echo of downtown Chicago, cracking through the line. He pulls his knees up, bent, to balance his arm and the phone on top of them. 

‘You really wanna stay here?’ Marcus asks eventually. 

He shrugs, watching himself do it in the corner of his screen. Easier to look there than— ‘I can get a hotel,’ he suggests.

‘No, I mean,’ he looks down at Luca, ‘you really wanna waste your vacation days on me?’

‘Yeah,’ he replies, thick with sarcasm, ‘call it self-flagellation.’

‘Self-what?’ Marcus laughs. ‘Come on, none of your cryptic shit when I’m being serious, please.’

‘Sorry.’ He smiles. ‘Bad joke. But it wouldn’t be a waste, Marcus.’

And he knows better than to think of it like that, because he knows Luca, right? Even if it’s only in that surface level, co-worker sense—which it isn’t, it can’t be—because he knows Luca isn’t one for waste. Ever. Not when he’s paying attention, that is. 

‘Wouldn’t offer if I didn’t want to,’ he adds, once the silence starts to itch again.

Marcus sighs. ‘I don’t know, man. I mean, that’s, it’s fucking crazy that you would do that for me—’

‘Steady on, it’s not just for you.’ He laughs, voice full of fake offence. ‘I like holidays too, y’know?’

A tsk scuffs through the phone. ‘No you don’t, man.’

‘Alright,’ he knows him, ‘but I am long overdue.’ Outside of the kitchen, he knows him. ‘Been promising Carm for years,’ he says. Heat along the top of his ears, skin reddening down his neck, hidden by the orange of the bedside. ‘I’m sure he’d be glad to see me.’

‘Yeah,’ Marcus nods, ‘would be glad to have you in the Beef, too.’

‘Well, I didn’t say anything about working.’

‘Come on, like you’d be able to help yourself.’

‘I might.’

‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah.’ 

The silence steps back in; uninvited, between the laughs, over the unfinished hypotheticals. He watches Marcus duck under a low portion of scaffolding, then nod in a no problem way, as he pauses to let someone past. A whole world in his palm, a snapshot of a day he’s already lived through.

‘What’s your hesitation?’ he asks, quiet in a way that’s only appropriate for Copenhagen. For his bedroom in the dark, after the turn of midnight. ‘About me coming?’

Marcus shrugs, he assumes, only able to see the upside-down crescent that his mouth forms with it. ‘Guess I was kind of hoping to get out of here myself.’

‘We can do that,’ Luca answers, far too quick. Sharp enough to invite another silence in, hand on the door, fingers catching the edge of it. ‘You should, I mean. It’d be good for you.’

If Marcus notices the fumble, he chooses to ignore it. ‘Thing is, I can’t imagine myself leaving right now. Y’know, going far from home, incase I…’ He laughs without the spirit of it. ‘Man, fuck, I don’t really have a reason, do I?’

Luca shakes his head. It makes sense. He’s seen it before. ‘I get it,’ he says.

‘Really? Cause I’m feeling like all my logic is mad crazy right now. Keep doing shit and I don’t even know why.’

‘It’s normal.’

‘Is it?’

‘Were you wanting me to disagree?’

He holds his frown just long enough to make Marcus crack, teeth flashing as he smiles. ‘Okay, yes, I wanted you to tell me I’m not crazy.’

‘You’re not crazy,’ Luca obliges.

‘Thank-you.’

A nod. It’s nothing. ‘So where do people from Chicago go, when they don’t want to leave Chicago?’ he asks, lying back onto the pillows at last. He’s been slouching deeper and deeper as the call goes on, and it’s starting to bite. Numb-ache tugging between his shoulder blades. He needs his spine flat, stretched out. He hovers phone-Marcus over his face while his arm can tolerate it still.

‘I have no idea,’ Marcus answers, back to looking ahead of him. Into the road Luca has no view of. ‘Fucking…Costco?’

Luca snorts. Then he lifts his eyebrows, head tilting, like it’s a plausible option, something worth considering. Costco hotdogs and a Coke. He’d take it, if the offer was there.

‘Yeah, y’know, Costco might fix me,’ Marcus continues, laughing in between. ‘I will definitely do that.’

The smirk toys in the corner of Luca’s lips again. ‘I’m glad we could sort something, mate.’ 

‘Plus, it saves you buying a plane ticket.’

‘Yeah.’ He swallows, back to watching himself in the corner of the screen. A square of gold over the blue of Marcus’s jumper. Tired eyes watching tired eyes, slow blinks in-between. ‘I should probably head off,’ he says. ‘Getting late.’

‘Shit,’ he glances down, ‘I’m always messing with your sleep, dude. My bad.’

‘Yeah-no, don’t worry about it. I’m glad you called.’ His arm’s aching, and the phone drops slightly as he tries to maintain it. ‘It’s good to speak to you.’

Marcus is indoors now, having just stepped from the grey sky into the bright, man-made lighting of the Beef. ‘Hit me up tomorrow?’ he asks, with a quickness that gives Luca no time to do anything but nod in reply. ‘Sweet.’

‘Have a good day, man.’

‘Yeah, you too.’ He corrects himself. ‘Night.’

‘Night.’ 

The call ends, Marcus’s image replaced by the blinding white of their text conversation, that thumbs up emoji staring back at him again. 

There’s no relief now that his idea’s been voiced, because he’d barely even argued the case. Marcus didn’t want to travel, it was right there, even after his hesitation, the stone through the stream. Then I’ll come to you, he should’ve said, it makes the most sense. And I’ll muck about whenever you need a break from me, do all the touristy shit, you know? Visit the Bean.  

He sighs and lays the phone flat on his bare chest, screen going dark after a few passing breaths. 

Marcus was right, it was crazy of him to even offer to do that. Like throwing slate into a lake and expecting it to float. Another angle then, another gift in the post, maybe, one that neither of them can talk out of existence.

Or maybe nothing at all.

He switches the light off, night blanketing him. Tomorrow. He can think about it tomorrow. 

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

You don’t have a limit on the number of requests so I’m here for more.

Mahiru, Kaede, and Ibuki (I’m feeling daring today, I know) caring for an S/O with a broken leg? The idea came to me because I broke my fucking ankle lmao

Your Wish Is My Command! (Damn sorry about your ankle! Sending positive Vibes your way!)

Mahiru Koizumi

Mahiru is probably the most calm about this whole thing

Don’t get me wrong she’s upset 

But she knows from experience that constantly fussing isn’t going to help

She makes sure your as comfortable as can be

That said

If anyone tries to disturb you she will skin them alive

Literally

Probably takes a few photos of your cast after everyone signs it 

Sees your broken leg as an opportunity for the two of you to do things that you and her haven’t been able to do because of differing schedules

Think watching that new movie or TV show that came out or working on a hobby the two of you share

She probably gives you a smooch to get better 

Every

Single 

Night 

Kaede Akamatsu

Time to speedrun getting a medical degree

In all seriousness she fells so guilty even though it wasn’t even her fault

Try and comfort her about it

When your sent home it’s a bit hectic

She goes way overboard

Seriously considers wrapping you in bubble wrap for all time so you can’t get hurt again

However, for the first time ever in her life she considers trying to cook something

She quickly dismisses the Idea because

She has no idea how to cook

She doesn’t want to end up poisoning you

She doesn’t want to hurt her hands

So you know what that means!

TAKEOUT ALL DAY EVERYDAY!!!

She will play the piano for you

She will also try and get into some of your hobbies to see if they’re interesting to her

Probably will spend all of the time she has with you and making sure your not doing anything to strenuous 

Infinite Handholding and Infinite Kisses

Ibuki Mioda

She’s sobbing

She’s crying

She looks like she’s in great physical pain

Honestly if it wasn't for the giant fuck off cast on your foot someone would think she’s the one who got hurt

She’s treating you like a war veteran

Ibuki, My sister in christ, it's a broken leg, it didn’t get blown off!

As soon as you get sent home you are relegated to being cuddled and pampered

She’s very dramatic about the whole thing

Pops in to check on you every so often (Read: Every five minutes!)

Upside number one, You get to eat all of your favorite junk food

Upside number two, You get to request any song you want for Ibuki to play 

Upside number three, infinite cuddles

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A Little Something As Thanks For The Recent Asks!

[zzencat]

Hi, sorry I forgot to send my initials are RSF, my sign is capricorn and my favorite emoji 🧚‍♂️.

To ask about

How is gonna be my future job?

Will I be work in a job for long-term about my degree?

Will I be happy in my future marriage?

Thanks in advance❤️ and have a good day 🧚‍♂️🍀🍀

hey rsf!!! thank you so much for participating! now, imma let you know that this…is probably one of the heaviest and CLEAREST readings i’ve ever done, but it’s all based on your current energy so i hope you can learn something from it.

*note: felt the tiniest earthquake just now idk why. moving on!

future job + long term:

ok so right now you might feel victorious, confident. either now or at first starting at your career. it might’ve even been something that you thought you were going to enjoy so you’re ready for action, ready to start on this journey and put your efforts, brain, creativity into good use. however, you’ll find that you face too many obstacles and might end up giving up on this. you’d be in a state of stagnancy, boredom, and loneliness too. a bad situation is going to hit you, or multiple, as a matter of fact, and you’ll be like “what the hell is going on?” Usually i look at the death card as a good thing and that there will be a death of something for a greater thing to come…but i didn’t feel that here. the environment you’re in might be comfortable, comfortable enough for you to hone your ideas and expand on them, maybe even share them easily with others, but you’ll be like megamind and have this huge never ending jumbo of creativity and mental energy going on. BUT you’re unable to travel or see more than this. the job keeps you limited in many ways and therefore, makes you feel incomplete. you’re neither achieving or making enough. i’m not sure if this is a remote job or a job that doesn’t stimulate conversation or regular exchange between coworkers or colleagues, but you’ll be so lonely and distant that you’ll feel like you’re losing your mind even. the cards also suggest that your efforts won’t pay off and you’ll be broke if you continue down this road with the energy you carry right now, so you might have to find other options to financially support you. themes of being broke or homelessness also show up more than once here, along with loneliness and despair. you might also lose quite a bit of weight. also, idk if this job requires a lot of technology for creative purposes or a lot of creativity, but either way, both end up in loss.

it’s crazy cuz this is such a big and transformative thing in your life that might’ve been interesting at first, but i drew again and i don’t see a good outcome for it. it’s something that a lot of people dream to have a happy ending, make a lot of friends, have a lot of fun with, but you’ll end up being sloppy or careless with it, doubting your abilities and no longer having pride in your work. perhaps you’ve grown up with strict parents/caretakers and you’ll be reminded of failure bc you wanted to try something new. eventually, you’ll fall into the deep end of it and will be more realistic. you could have a whole career switch after holding on for so long.

will you be happy in your future marriage?

i’ll just cut to the chase, based on the current energy? no. at first, you’ll meet someone that has a lot of wealth or seemingly so. perhaps it’s delusional thinking that it is definitely someone rich upon seeing them. the obsession with wealth and having money might go overboard and could lead to some legal issues. i see fights, taking sides, possible abuse, but you’ll face some kind of oppression. it seems like some, if not, most of the fights are triggered randomly and it’s bc of some random accusations out of nowhere. i’m getting mostly from your side that there’s resentment and questionable behavior carried into this relationship possibly from childhood trauma. and the expectations to have a lot of money are very high in the marriage, which will also cause a lot of problems—the dream of almost being rich or abundant enough. there is going to be a split decision and possibly a split in general, and even a reunion with some people in the past. you might try to ask for help from some people but they’ll give you pretty shit advice and the relationship will be on thin ice.

the cards are calling you to get your mind straight and sit down, reflect. i would also be careful where to direct my anger and resentment, especially if it’s from something like a bad day at work. also, you’re being called to work on communication and try to see from the other side instead of picking fights. it’d also be wise not to twist words and fall into a pattern of stagnancy.

i think this reading was as clear as day tbh so thank you for that RSF! it’s clear that you have your work cut out for you if you don’t want a bad ending. and this is just based on the energy now. thank you for joining me rsf! best of luck to you 😼

[fanaticsnail]

jumping up and down like a mad woman at the Kill Bill mention!!! I LOVE THOSE MOVIES! Still seeing as I've seen both of them already, Overboard seems like the next best option. Catch me watching it later and I'll send the same thing I did last time. I'll give you the same form of recommendations.

Three Idiots (2009) ⭐

Three best friends navigate the ups and downs of college life, facing school, love, and society as a whole. Years later, due to a bet, two of the friends reunite and go on a journey to find the other, meeting old friends and enemies along the way.

This is SUCH a comfort movie! The 3rd act gets a bit absurd but this film is honestly so funny and heartfelt. Of the ones on this list, I think i recommend this ome the most though it's up to you and your preferences. TW for suicide.

Jaane Tu... Ya Jaane Na (2008)

Best friends Aditi and Jai (A.K.A Meow and Ratz) are in love. Problem is, they don't know it. Adamant that they don't like each other, and with their parents ready for them to get married, the two decide to find partners for eachother. Told in flashback by members of their friend group while they wait to pick them up from the airport after the couple's honeymoon.

The way this movie would make an amazing fic lol. THE friends to lovers romance with an amazing soundtrack and, as is typical for this Era of movie, a semi absurd 3rd act.

Jab we met (2007)

Bubly Geet and pessimistic Aditya meet on a train and through a series of events, end up traveralveling together to Geet's hometown. While there Aditya gets roped into Geet's plan to elope with her boyfriend, but as the plan begins to unfold, the two realize they might have feelings for each other. Later, Aditya sets out to find Geet again but discovers something shocking.

Ooooh, this one is fun. I'd call this strangers to friends to lovers. Both Geet and Aditya are such fun characters and it's all just so amazing to watch! It does get a bit slow around the intermission, but stick around for the most interestingly framed hug scene ever. Also, Aditya kinda looks like Indian Cillian Murphy, but that's irrelevant.

Dangal (2016)

Based on the (dramatized) true sorry of sisters Geeta and Babita Phogat. This movie primarily follows the girls' father, an ex wrestler, as he trains his daughters to become wrestlers and compete in tournaments. He trains them despite their initial resistance but eventually trains them into accomplished wrestlers.

Okokokok I'm explaining this one badly but it's good, trust. At its core though, this is a sports movie so it's very sporty vibes, but with the occasional (surprisingly well done) emotional beat.

Take your pick, babe 💜

-♡♡

I love Kill Bill. It's really special to me. I have the yellow jumpsuit 🥹

Catch me attempting to get my dad (judo/Jiu jitsu instructor) to watch Dangal with me and my sister while I'm here 🥹. If not, I just gotta wait until I get back 😩. Three Idiots also sounds like my vibe.

Thank you for your movie recs, ♡♡. I can't wait to sink my teeth into them!

[singingcookie]

HELLO YES CAN WE TALK ABOUT THAT ADORABLE CARRY AND HOW THEY DIDNT REALIZE HE WAS STILL HOLDING HER AT FIRST PLS AND THANMK

Ah yes. So like, fun fact: this chapter also turned out really different from its outline. Well. Everything but the last scene turned out really different. But I have fun stuff about that and pretty much everything else so...another outline comparison?

Obviously spoilers for chapter 21 of DoJ under the cut

Back to Ochako’s pov

This should start up incredibly chaotic. The sound of screams, being bumped into from people scurrying either to or from the where the flames are congregated. Ochako’s nose is burning from the smoke, and she has to cough to even take a deeper breath in.

Details are hard lol! I tried writing down notable sensory details to get me going but it still took ages to write the first page or so. Finding ways to word the images in my head and have them come across so hectic was really hard for me 😩

There’s a question of what they should do when Deku’s phone rings. It’s Todoroki. Ochako stands close to Deku’s side to try and listen but she can barely make anything out with all the commotion going on. She almost contemplates asking for speaker but, all things considered, that obviously wouldn’t fare any better. Deku mostly just seems to be agreeing and listening until he finally says that they’ll do their best and hangs up. Todoroki said that Iida had called Aizawa immediately. They were closer to the havoc and they’re helping lead the effort to get civilians to safety and any possible need for triage. Luckily a decent number of the class was already nearby so some are fending them off and other are helping with the effort to grab civilians.

So as you can see here things............deviated. A lot. I had a really hard time actually planning out how this chapter was gonna go and I pretty much wrote up this part of the outline going “okay this is probably gonna change but these are the basics. The basics I have to get across.

So as you can see, originally I thought of having izuocha like....idk too far away? Too in shock? To jump to action. Which was, honestly, very dumb on past me’s part but they were quick to say “fuck you we’re helping” like of course.

They wanted to rush over to deal with the trees and help but I was standing there like these guys are so far away how tf is this gonna work. And that’s when it was like “omg, bridal carry.”

I think I had to break from writing after deciding that though. And I was telling my little sister about it while we were in the car. And we kind of mutually came up with the scene. We played around with the scenario a little bit, and it was originally a jokey thing. But after we talked about it, and she agreed (as a Tododeku shipper) that she thought it flowed well and made sense, I decided to include it. It was so vivid though we could both imagine as a scene in the manga so a day or two later I decided I had to commission it.

I’ll be forever grateful that @jellojolteon was up for the task and did it so so wonderfully. 💖💖💖

We also were joking around about the Momo thing and after telling @savetheirhearts-midoriya about it but saying I thought it was too goofy to include, she told me I had to include it. And who was I to refuse? Lmao

Looking back on this though idk how I thought that that it was gonna be chaos but still chill enough to be able to have a phone call smh. Luckily I’m not super strict on my outline being the end all be all lmao

I definitely like the way it turned out a lot better though. Did a good job with showing the class’s self reliance. Especially considering they’re in third year now. It shows off that they have this kind of thing down pat now. Kinda like how the Big Three came off in canon.

They decide they should try to tell other civilians where to go (maybe check how long the street usually is in Kanagawa for the festival) in the midst of that, they see Toogata and Amajiki with Eri. They explain they were with Aizawa but he felt it might be best if they go to safety with the others. They didn’t want to leave Toogata and Eri alone but Amajiki will go back into the fray once he’s guaranteed they’ve made it safely. They explain where to find Aizawa and they take off.

Maybe include a conversation with Ochako saying that, all things considered, at least this attack is happening where a handful of pros and a majority of the 3rd year hero course were out tonight. Deku wonders if that’s really much of a relief. “Was it just a coincidence or…?”

Ochako blinks in surprise, about to stew on that thought a little more when there’s a scream just up ahead. A little further ahead, there’s two girls, twins from the look of it. One is on the ground, unconscious and disheveled as well as a bloodied arm.

ooooooh right, again, more differences here. I never altered the fact that I changed the setting in my outline LOL. Mostly because I knew and it seemed pointless to change something so small when I already know lol. I wanted to include Eri a little here but when I thought about it it just felt like it would slow down the pace of the scene. And it just felt too....pushy? Idk something about it just felt off. So I decided to cut it. I also changed where Aizawa came into play but I’ll get to that in a few lol.

Second and third paragraphs though are the same. I knew I wanted to highlight the fact that is was very likely targeted.

Aizawa arrives right as they do and they ask what happened. The sister explains that they were wandering around the festival looking for her boyfriend who was further down. She started to go off ahead, but some crazy girl popped out of the alley and attacked her sister. She ran off before the twin could come back over. She tried to stem the bleeding but--

Ochako says they’ll take it from here as she goes to join the girl on the side with the bleeding arm. She says that she feels bad doing this since Inko worked so hard but she tears off some of the bottom of her yukata, to wrap the wound.

Alright so, I changed where Aizawa came in mostly because I felt like, upon, writing it, he would be coming from further into the festival than they were. And they’re up toward to front, so it only made sense to have him show up late....not to mention that he might notice that the girl (Toga) was acting a little off. So I had to limit his exposure LOL

The story was pretty much the same and, real talk, I wanted an excuse to free up Ochako’s movement since a yukata is a little limiting. But I definitely wanted to feel the ache that came with messing up something that we spent so much time waiting for. I went ahead and added some details about Toga looking a little too long before this next part just to drive home that something really doesn’t feel right about this girl...

The twin watches her, seemingly entranced, an unblinking expression on her face. “You really know what you’re doing, don’t you?”

“Oh well, I’m a hero in training!” Ochako’s a little embarrassed. “It’s all in the job.”

“We should get both of you over to triage,” Deku notes, looking toward Aizawa. This seems to snatch the other girl’s attention from Ochako’s deftly moving hands. “They can help check on her properly there.” The sister suddenly jumps to her feet, suddenly remembering her boyfriend’s further ahead and alone. She has to go find him and takes off

“Ah wait!! Eraserhead, Uraraka-san, I’ll go make sure she’ll make it okay, be right back!” He takes off too.

Pretty much the same, as far as what’s conveyed, I think. Especially highlighting that something’s wrong with this twin and that Ochako’s uncomfortable. Though, here I didn’t spell out the latter as clearly as I felt it during outlining.

Main difference is who’s saying what and--again, tbh I like how the final result came out better. Toga pretty much dips as soon as Aizawa shows up. Because 1) Aizawa’s caught her in the act before (during Overhaul arc with Rock Lock) and 2) his quirk immediately takes off hers. So she knew she had to get out ASAP once she saw who it was. I also changed Deku’s “be right back” because what the point of coming back if they’re taking the passed out one to where triage is? Dumb lol

Ochako wonders if she should maybe use her Quirk on the woman to help make it quicker for them to transport her. Aizawa says he’s not sure that’s necessary. He doesn’t want to send her or Midoriya off alone because it sounds like a lot more of the League than what they’ve actually seen. And...yeah, it’s awfully weird that they haven’t really seen a lot of them. Did they really concentrate their attack closer to the entrance? But then there’s the person who attacked this woman--

Her thought is cut off when Aizawa continues, “And if I go to take her, you won’t know when to release your Quirk. It’s probably better not to”

The first part of this is confusing--likely because originally I planned on Deku coming back but once I realized that was a little futile I had to rephrase how this was worded lol. But no matter what I didn’t want anyone to think too hard about who was doing the attacking yet (I figured people would get it by then but I still wanted to keep it low profile).

The girl between them suddenly wakes up, startled, and they assure her that they’re heroes on the scene. “It seems you were attacked and passed out from the fall or possibly received a blow to the head.”

“And you guys got rid of her?”

“No, the villain seemed to take off when your sister came over to help.”

“What? But--”

“Oh, don’t worry, she’s okay! She went to go find her boyfriend but she and our friend’ll be--”

“No, that’s.” She looks between them seemingly more dazed and confused. “I don’t have a sister.”

Aizawa says that she received a blow to the head. It’s possible that she has a concussion and she’s a little confused. “No, I’m telling you I don’t have a sister!”

“I’m an only child, and I came here alone!”

This whole exchange was more or less the same. To be honest, most of this last scene is lmao. This scene (unlike the rest of the chapter outline) was super vivid when I planned it out and whenever scenes are vivid, they almost always play out exactly the same as my outline lol

That said, chapter 22 is incredibly vivid so. Prepare yourself 👀👀👀👀👀

“But she looked just like you…” Twins. A crazy girl. She happened to be unconscious and...had a blood wound. Just like her.

She pales. No way. She doesn’t want to believe it. Not even a little. But her body moves before she can think, taking off with no heed to Aizawa calling after her.

Deku-kun!!

This was, again, near exactly the same because it was such a vivid image in the planning stage that it carried over well into actual writing. For a little bit I debated whether I should actually name drop Toga but ultimately I was like “the readers are smart, I don’t have to hold their hand about it!” So I trusted yall to put two and two together lol

But yeah, that about sums it up!! The notorious scene actually only happened because of Izuocha wanting to help and me and my Tododeku shipper sister sitting in the car in the BK drive thru if I’m not mistaken lmfao

[captainjacklyn]

first year gang with a gen z reader please

<3

Oh la la la ! This idea will surely be fun. Especially with the fact that my previous post had went completely overboard with crack.

Warning(s) : this fic contains cursing and a lot of it, please beware and read at your own risk.

Thank you for requesting anon !

First year gang with a Chaotic Gen Z reader

Holy shit-

reader just broke all the rules of heartslabyul.

in. front. of. riddle's. face..

Not gonna lie there, reader you're fucked up.

My boy was stupid enough but you just had to come here to absolutely destroy what was called 'peace'.

And turned this school INTO A FUCKING BLIZZERY

Every time you do dumb shit, his face is the definition of

"mom pick me up, I'm scared"

Please try not to tell riddle a your mom joke or this is going to be problematic- Aaaaannnnd you just did.

Why ?

Now he's hiding with you in a closet like in horror movies as riddle stomps around menacingly calling out for you like this :

Oh reader~ where are you ?

Well if you wished to die, today is the day my friend. And to be quite frank with you, getting murdered by riddle is the exact opposite of "He died peacefully in his sleep".

READER NO-

"HEY RIDDLE !! GUESS WHO I'M DOING TONIGHT ?!"

"YO MOMA-"

I pity riddle at this point.

You two are the partners in crime of night raven college.

Dear god, the worst thing you've done by now is smash through the windows of NRC will holding grim like a fucking flamethrower and ace just throwing oil everywhere to send the school into an inferno of madness and chaos.

To make matters worse, Crowley had to rebuild the school 37 times. And none of y' all got expelled because being malleus's closest friend has advantages.

You know what I'm saying ?

DEEZ NUTS-

ha ha...yeaaah

Well if you wished to leave something for NRC once you go back to your world, I'm sure that the one thing your leaving them is fucking trauma and piles of taxes from each and every student.

You too are basically the Elmo meme. Just standing in front of a raging fire as you summon Satan from hell.

I may be exaggerating to destruction side of ace but that's just how it's gonna be...

And you're gonna deal with it.

"how many times did Vil scold you ?"

Enough for him to receive a pimple the next morning.

You both will be the absolute death of the famous young actor Vil Schoenheit. (for those who have no idea whatsoever about the complicity of writing down that wretched last name you got another thing coming because I HAVE TO SEARCH IT UP ON GOOGLE AND COPY PASTE IT EVERY TIME HIS NAME NEEDS TO BE MENTIONED)

Moving on you are the perfect opportunity for epel to be himself and cause chaos amongst all dorms.

I'm hesitating on yes or not praying for your safety because at this point it will cause my death.

Stop slamming into people thinking it's funny, you are causing huge hospital bills for everyone and again with the jokes-

"YOUR MOM !"

YOUR DAD !"

"YOUR COUSIN !"

"YOUR SIBLING !"

You are literally having a battle while screaming random family members into each others face just to talk back and find a comeback. The room gets really silent once one of them says their grandpa is dead.

I'm sorry I couldn't fit it all into one headcanon, there will be a second part so that jack and sebek are included.

I hope you enjoyed reading this !