#now on to the angsty prompt u sent me

[paarthursass]

uhm hiii “you don’t need to earn my affection, not now and not ever.” for the prompts?

touch-starved prompts

"You deserve better than this."

Aurel paused, spoon hovering over his bowl as he glanced over at Wyll. "Oh, come now, Gale's cooking isn't that bad. At the very least, he's certainly gotten better now that we have access to the Last Light's kitchens."

"Not the food," Wyll said, fondness flickering in his gaze in spite of the sad tilt to his mouth. "...I fear I've done a poor job of courting you."

"A poor job of — what?"

Aurel set the bowl down as he turned to face Wyll fully. He glanced briefly over at their companions, but he and Wyll had taken their dinner on the outskirts of Last Light's shores, away from the others. They wouldn't be disturbed; unless the others got nosy (which was always a possibility.)

"What in the Nine Hells brought this on?" Aurel asked, turning his gaze back to Wyll.

"The Hells are part of the problem, I fear," Wyll's lips twitched into a small, sardonic smile. "Or Mizora, rather. Her, these blasted tadpoles, Ketheric Thorm and his Cult of the Absolute...were we in Baldur's Gate, I could have done this properly. I'd have invited you to dine with me at the finest restaurants on the shores of the Chionthar, taken you to see the best concerts performed by the Gate's most accomplished orchestra. We could have attended one of Duke Stelmane's balls on each other's arms, and I'd have pulled you to the side to whisper sonnets in your ear."

"Only sonnets?" Aurel quirked an eyebrow, and the impish grin on his lips only grew at how Wyll flushed.

"Had we met at some posh soiree, I'm not entirely sure it would have been the fairy-tale you're envisioning, my dear," Aurel went on, reaching out to gently fix the ties of Wyll's tunic. And if he allowed his fingertips to brush against the exposed collarbone of Wyll's chest, the way Wyll's throat bobbed was certainly worth the liberty.

"I used to be quite the rake, you know. I thought I could drown all my sorrows in wine and dancing and meaningless trysts in the dead of night. Of course I gave all that up long ago, but seeing the strapping Blade of Frontiers in top form on the dance floor may have tempted me towards acting the scoundrel again."

The flush had spread from Wyll's ears down to his neck, but he seemed determined to push past whatever ungentlemanly thoughts Aurel had inspired as he took Aurel's hands in his own.

"That's part of what I mean," he insisted. "After everything you have weathered, after everything you have given...you deserve better. You deserve sonnets, songs, and a man who can bare his soul to you freely."

"Your soul will be free soon enough, if I have anything to say about it," Aurel sniffed and raised his chin an inch. Wyll smiled, and he squeezed Aurel's hands between his own.

"You prove my point yet again. I was already smitten, but seeing you haggle with Mizora for my soul stole my heart again thricefold."

"Flirt. But don't think you can charm your way out of this one, Wyll Ravengard."

Aurel freed his hands, but only so he could cup Wyll's face in them.

"I don't know where that little voice in your head is coming from, but I will not have it sowing such nonsense. In case you didn't notice, I am completely and utterly smitten with you, too. And nothing, not Mizora, not these tadpoles, nor the Absolute itself — whatever it may be — will change that."

Aurel allowed his thumb to gently trace the scar on Wyll's cheek, and as his eyes roamed his handsome face, the stubborn glint to Aurel's eyes softened into affection.

"I would trade every single ball for that dance we shared under the stars. I would turn my ear from the finest orchestras just for the sound of your laugh. And I would discard the finest wines just to sit by your side, eating Gale's mediocre soup."

Finally, a huff of a laugh from Wyll. The corners of his eyes crinkled, his cheeks dimpled as he smiled, and both proved far too tempting for Aurel. He kissed him — at the corners where his eye crinkled, teasingly at the side of his mouth where his cheeks dimpled, and then finally coming to rest at his lips. He held him there for a moment, one hand moving to caress the back of Wyll's neck. And when they parted, it was only for a breath as Aurel rested his forehead against Wyll's.

"You don't need to earn my affection," he murmured. "Not now, not ever. You are more than enough to me; not Ravengard's son, not the Blade of Frontiers, you."

Wyll gave a shaky exhale, but Aurel knew him well enough by now to recognize the gleaming of his eyes meant joy, not grief. Wyll moved, arms wrapping around Aurel and pulling him closer into a tight, warm hug. One that Aurel happily returned, stroking his fingers along Wyll's shoulder blades as he rested their heads together.

"Does this mean you don't want me to continue to court you?" Wyll asked after a moment. Aurel snorted.

"Now, I never said that," he protested as they parted. Wyll's eyes glimmered with amusement. "I only meant that you needn't feel obligated, dear one. You can rest assured that there is no pursuit required; you have quite masterfully caught me already."

"With quarry like you? Only because you allowed me to."

"Oh, let's not get caught up in the details of how you caught me, what matters is that you did. And you do. Have me that is."

Aurel's gaze had softened again, though his lips were still upturned into a playful smile. But he gently stroked his thumb along Wyll's jawline as he searched his gaze.

"Are we better?" he asked quietly. "Or do I need to scold that pesky inner voice some more before it goes away?"

Wyll laughed. "Oh, the doubts will always be there. But never about you. And I think you've done a splendid job of pushing them back, for the moment at least."

"Well, you just let me know if they come crawling back," Aurel sighed. "I'll drive them off again. Or at the very least find a very clever way to distract you."

"I'm sure you will," Wyll laughed, pulling Aurel in to press a kiss to his forehead. "As you always do."

#asks #hi yes this got out of hand <3 #thank u so much for the prompt tho asldfjsd #just when i was thinking about missing wyll's EA tiefling party scene #if the game won't let me comfort him then i'll do it MYSELF #baldur's gate #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #wyll ravengard #wyll x tav #aurel x wyll #oc: aurel #now on to the angsty prompt u sent me

[cheolhub]

IM STUPID i thought you meant we can send in a max of three number and member pairings for you to choose from for ur milestone event 🧍‍♀️pls ignore my first ask (ONLY IF U HAVENT GOTTEN TO IT YET AJDJSK)

can i have “Could he make you feel as good as i do?” + “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” For gyugyu 🥺 i still haven't recovered from the oneshot you posted yesterday 🧍‍♀️

FWB!MINGYU

prompt. “could he make you feel as good as i do?” + “we’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

wc. 915

warnings. fwb!gyu, fem!reader, mirror sex, jealousy, possessiveness, gyu is a bit rough, dirty talk, pet names, cumshot, tears, kinda angsty? — MINORS DNI 18+

note. god u sent this the first week of march for my THREE KAY event… now im at 4k, and i am so sorry 🤣 anyway this wasn’t proofread and it’s literally a mess, but i hope u like it anyway ;-; thank u sm for requesting (even if it did take me 8 years to get to haha)

“would you look at that?” mingyu laughs against your ear. “might wanna redo your makeup once i’m done, baby, you’ve cried it all off.”

he’s not wrong. when you open your eyes and take in the sight in front of you and nearly choke on a sob. you’re a mess– smeared eyeliner, mascara staining your cheeks and lipstick smudged around your mouth– no longer ready for your date. the one that starts 15 minutes from now. 

when you’d told mingyu– a friend who you occasionally frequently fuck– you were ready to start dating again, he thought you were bluffing. how could you want to date anyone else when he was right in front of you? you and him are practically dating– you go out and do couple-y things then you go back to one of your places and you fuck– you just lack the label. 

and that’s because both of you needed something sexual, but neither of you were ready for a relationship.

now that you are– now that you’re going on a date with some fucker who probably doesn’t even deserve you– he’s upset. beyond upset, actually. he’s livid. 

that’s why he bent you over your bathroom’s vanity, pushed your dress up and makeup products to the ground and thought to prove himself to you.

now his hand tugs at your hair, essentially forcing you to stare at yourself while he reduces you to a mess like he does every time his cock is inside of you. 

“mmh, could he make you feel as good as i do, huh? you think he knows how to make this pretty pussy feel good?” the question comes through gritted teeth and it finally clicks in your dumb little brain. “i don’t fucking think so.”

“y-you’re jealous?” you’re able to ask, though it’s choked. his reply never comes, but his thrusts get harsher– merciless– and you take it as a wordless admission, crying out your next words, “me ‘n you are jus’ friends, g-gyu!”

he tugs at your hair harder and the other hand that resides on your waist squeezes your skin gratingly. “we’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” he replies, voice hushed and raw with emotion. 

you do. you know it. you and mingyu are glued at the hip both figuratively and literally. there’s no one on the earth that makes you feel a quarter of what you feel for him. and you also know there isn’t a single man who could fuck you as well as mingyu does. 

but when you told him you wanted to start dating, he brushed you off with a “yeah, right,” and it made you believe that there wasn’t a chance with him. you figured that the idea of you and mingyu being together was simply a dream that would never happen.

though, you’re not so sure anymore because he’s spewing out possessive words faster than you can comprehend while his cock stirs you up. 

what you didn’t know was that you’ve always had mingyu in the palm of your hand. he was whipped. wrapped around your finger. he doesn’t want to share you– he never has.

“he’s never gonna make you feel this good,” he confidently states. “you’re made for me.” 

“fuck!” you cry, tightening around his cock at the affirmation. “mingyu, please!”

“that’s it, pretty, say my fuckin’ name.” he moans, sloppily thrusting into you as his mind runs away from him. “look at me and tell me how much you like it.”

your eyes nearly cross as they try to find him in the mirror, but when they land on his, you feel yourself grow even hotter. “love it. i love it, gyu.”

he smiles triumphantly like he’s won the lottery. he’s sure that this is better, though. you? admitting to the fact that you love the way he fucks you? fucking priceless. 

“yeah? you love my cock?” he asks, cockily, yet he knows the answer. 

you give him a broken nod, “so much!”

“why don’t you cum for me, baby. cum all over this cock ‘n show me how much you love it.” he coaxes breathily, continuing to fuck you into oblivion. 

you can’t stop yourself as soon as you hear his request. the tight coil in the pit of your tummy comes undone as you sob out his name. you trap his twitching cock between his spasming cunt all the while he fucks you through your blinding orgasm. every second feels more euphoric than the last, more tears running down your face at the pleasure. 

mingyu isn’t far behind you with the way you grip him so heavenly. he’s quickly pulling out, the hand in your hair coming to wrap around his cock. you whine at the loss of his warmth, but you’re pleasantly surprised when you hear the lewd noise of his hand vigorously pumping himself and the sounds of his pretty groans. 

he lets out a string of curses, hand moving quicker before his body jerks and his ribbons of his cum spurt out. some of it lands on your bare ass, but the majority ends up on your date outfit. he can’t help but smile at the fact that he’s ruined your pretty outfit. one meant for someone who isn’t him. 

“actually, i think you should cancel your date.” he pants. “ be sure to tell him that you’re taken now.”

he watches the way you nod and he can’t help but feel proud of himself. you’re his and he’s yours. 

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#mingyu smut #svt smut #3k milestone #[💌: cryoculus] #★︎ — kai !

[specialagentlokitty]

Elijah x reader - only you

You beg for asks for characters I'm not super familiar with, but I can give some general prompts I'd like to see for them! Any of the three u asked for with the prompts "I wish you'd ask me to stay.""If you leave now, you're not coming back." And "I'll always come back to you." In that order, I'm feeling angsty with happy endings. Do with this what you will, in your own time (this ask is also a Go Feral At Will And Write Whatever You Want pass). Take care!!! - Anon💜

You didn’t want him to go, you didn’t want him to leave. He was familiar, and he was kind and understanding.

You wanted Elijah to stay, even if no one else wanted him there, you did.

But you couldn’t say anything to him, standing on your porch, you stared at him, watching as he sent a message to someone before he stuffed his phone back in his pocket.

“Thank you for being hosting me (Y/N).” He smiled.

“Yeah… you’re welcome…” you whispered.

Looking away, you knew what was going to happen. They were going to stake him, and you couldn’t do anything to stop it from happening.

Elijah sighed, placing his hand under your chin, he lifted your head so he was looking at you.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked.

“Nothing… just school stuff…” you mumbled.

“Now, don’t lie. What is it?” He asked.

You smiled weakly and shook your head at him.

Bringing your hand up, you lightly wrapped it around his wrist.

“It’s nothing Elijah, really. I know I didn’t have much choice in housing you, but it was nice to have you here, really.”

“It was nice.” He agreed.

You lowered Elijah’s arm, and let your hand fall back to your side as you avoided his gaze.

“I wish you’d ask me to stay.” He whispered.

Snapping your eyes towards him, you stared at him in shock. He was smiling softly at you.

“What?”

“I wish you’d ask me to stay, perhaps it would make things different. Perhaps I would stay if you so wished.” He smiled.

Taking a shaky breath, you shook your head softly as you looked away.

You’d grown fond of the vampire though you wouldn’t admit it. Yes, he was after Elena and wanted to use her to kill his brother.

Yes, sometimes he hurt people.

But never had Elijah laid a single hand on you, never had he hurt.

Yes, you housed him. Because you had no other choice, it was part of his agreement with Elena to keep her compliant with him.

But he helped when you needed it, and he looked after you when you weren’t feeling too well, and he protected you from any vampire that tried working their way in.

He was different around you then he was with the others.

Maybe it was him keeping you warmed up to him so he could use you, maybe it was because it was who he really was, maybe it was because he actually cared for you.

But you had no idea.

“I must leave now. But again, thank you.”

You watched him walk down the path.

“Elijah!” You called.

“Hm?”

He turned around to face you.

“If you leave now, you’re not coming back…” you mumbled.

You knew he could hear you.

You just hoped he understood.

He chuckled, walking over, he took his blazer off and wrapped it around your shoulders, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”

With that, he was gone.

Walking inside, you closed and locked the door behind you, skimping against it as you pulled his blazer tighter around you and buried your head in your knees.

Eventually you managed to get up, and you went straight upstairs to your room.

Elijah never slept, so he would sit downstairs and read all night, he’d only come upstairs if you couldn’t sleep.

Sometimes you’d try teaching him how to play games, but he just couldn’t quite figure them out.

Crawling into bed, you stared at the pillow opposite you and held his blazer.

Damn it.

You shouldn’t have gotten attached the the evil original who wanted to kill your friend.

But he understood you.

Maybe that’s why it was so hard for you to accept the fact that they were going to stake him.

At the end of the day, between Elena, the girl who’s family practically raised you when yours left, the girl who was like a sister to you, and Elijah, the vampire you just met, you were going to choose her.

And you always would choose her, because she was family.

Even if she wouldn’t choose you over Stefan, you’d choose her.

“I’m really sorry Elijah…”

You laid like that for hours until you finally fell asleep.

For the next few days you kept quiet, and everyone understood why. You genuinely cared for the original, and they took him away from you.

Sitting on the grass outside the school, you were reading one of the books he left behind.

“(Y/N)?”

Looking up, you smiled at Stefan as he sat down.

“I’m really sorry for what we did, but we didn’t have a choice.”

“I know… I don’t blame you for it.. it just… reminds me of the past I guess… but you didn’t have a choice, we’ve got to keep Elena safe.”

“Thank you for understanding.” He smiled.

“Anytime.” You smiled back.

Stefan sat with you for the rest of lunch, but you decided you didn’t want to go to history or English, so you went home instead.

Heading to your bedroom, you kicked your shoes off and grabbed the blazer from the back of the chair as you climbed into bed.

Holding it tightly, you closed your eyes as you sighed.

“You know, I believe I may be better comfort then that.”

You shot up, blazer falling from your grasp as you stared at your doorway.

Elijah stood there, looking dishevelled, blood on his shirt but a smile on his face.

Holding his arms out, you scurried to get off the bed and ran at him, jumping into his arms.

Elijah chuckled softly, holding you gently as he walked over to the bed and laid down, you still clinging to his chest.

Smiling down at you, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head and closed his eyes, resting his chin there as he sighed.

“H..how…?” You weakly asked.

“I’ll always come back to you…” he whispered back.

When he was staked, you were the only thing that went through his head. What would happen to you, who would protect you and keep you safe.

He could only think about you, and how much he didn’t want anything to happen to you.

How much he actually cared for you.

Now, holding you in his arms. Elijah was going to be dammed if anything happened to you while he was around

#the vampire diaries #the vampire diaries imagine #the vampire diaries x reader #elijah mikaelson x y/n #elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson #elijah x reader

[reilliane]

HELLO YES I COME BEARING 4NEMO HEADCANONS !!!! buckle up bc this is a lot longer than i thought itd be 🥲

an au where reader interacts with DCKZ (or DICKZ or another version of 4NEMO’s rival group) and childe and kaeya getting all up close and personal with fleur!reader just to get on 4NEMO’s nerves (ik it wouldnt make sense considering zhongli is xiaos dad (?) and is a professor if i remember correctly but lets just pretend ok 😭)

4NEMO catching a glimpse of fleur!reader dancing with eula!!! i want to see how they react

ESPECIALLY XIAO. DANCE MAJOR XIAO seeing fleur!reader dancing with eula and its either he’s very impressed or very disappointed. either way he finds himself wanting to dance with reader one-on-one :) it can be to help her improve (if it sucks) OR to have fun coming up with random choreography with her (even tho he tells her no its not for fun she just has a lot of ideas and is creative and hes taking advantage of it so he can come up with stuff for 4NEMO music videos. to which she goes “aw xiao u just called me creative and complimented me”)

also i saw that one thing where you responded to an ask about 4NEMO’s conversion to 5WIRL and i raise to you: venti, aether, xiao and kazuha getting increasingly more talented in their respective roles in 4NEMO because theyre petty about heizou being talented in all of their categories/being the jack of all trades :)

in venti’s case he doesn’t even try to hide it 😭 like heizou will pull up some new ideas for songs and the next day out of NOWHERE venti pulls up a forty-two page google doc filled with song ideas, music video concepts, and like. budgets? and links to pintrest boards hes made about them?

for aether he feels kinda bad about getting competitive about it bc they’re teammates + rlly good friends come on man but also he’s like “but see you will also improve if you do this, so technically its in the best interest of the entire group. plus….. impressing y/n” (in the end he just gives in cause he is a fucking simp just wants to better himself there’s nothing wrong w that right?) he’s obvious because he’s. eager :’)

xiao is probably the second most obvious one about it because of his whole angsty emo dance major act. what do u mean heizou’s already come up with the rest of the dance?? no, no see he’s done stuff too ok he’s come up w some stuff too look. no look at this. what do u MEAN hes jealous? he is NOT. he is not petty or. or. u know what whatever just come listen to what he has to say about heizou’s ideas if u wont listen to his own >:( (in the end more than half of heizou’s moves r scrapped and xiao Wins)

kazuha is probably the most subtle about it? he’s kinda like venti ish because heizou will come up to reader one afternoon with some random lyric ideas and concepts that he wants kazuha to help him with but kazuha doesnt know that now does he and then the following days after kazuha overhears their exchange the reader is handed a few ideas. it starts off with a few poems scribbled on scrap paper kazuha thinks would be good for a song until it escalated into there being an entire drawer in the readers desk filled with his musings and concepts and ideas and 😭

i’ll send more over when i have the time !! have fun envisioning these readers and writers alike <3 i am in the car rn and getting kinda dizzy help

have a wonderful rest of ur day!

🧦 <3

OMGOGMOGGOGM 🧦 ANON YOU REALLY SENT IN A 4NEMO PROMPT AEEEEEEE I'M THRIVING I'M LIVING- ROLLING ON ME BED LIKE A WERM GOBBLING THIS THING UP-

/cough cough - Ah, 4nemo, I miss writing for 4nemo I'll get to it after I'm done with the vigil ones~

YES LOL it would be a little different because Zhongli is Xiao's papuh but we can always think of some other universe where he's not and is a part of an idol group instead~

Childe and Kaeya will rub 4nemo's bad side so much lmao?? We all know that the Fleur universe is, despite that peeking angst at the corner, is founded on fluff and badly attempted humor-/j

They really will be subtle in their 'ohmygo what they doing to mc?? huh?? 🤨🤨 nuh-uh men'

But rivalry aside, Fleur!MC would be a good friend to the DCKZ group and whenever she'd hang out with them 4nemo would go-

"WHERE ARE YOU GOING???"

MC just gives them a grin and goes- "Tall men dorm. Movie night!"

THEY'RE CRUSHED.

Fleur!MC dancing with Eula is an absolute win. Despite MC's blithe nature, she's one who gets things right because- because lore- do remember she's referred to as 'mistress', implying.. ? 👀

DIGRESSING, XIAO WILL GET MC TO DANCE WITH HIM AFTER THAT SPECTACLE. BOY IMAGINE DANCING WITH XIAO. UGH.

He's not going to hide the slight upturn of his lips when he sees the rest of his groupmates lol. Can they tango?? No, no they can't, too bad! Guess he'll just sweep MC off her feet hehe 😏

AND YES, THE REVEAL OF HEIZOU (I always typed his name as Heizhou, what's wrong with me) has led me to include him in the LIs as a bonus one. As if there isn't one already lol.

So the LIs will then be: 4NEMO + Heizou, Zephyrus wink wonk

Heizou's introduction to the group will be a major 'boss battle' moment for the group ahaha imnotkidding- CONNECTIONS, CONNECTIONS.

ALSO JUST 4NEMO BECOMING BETTER AT THEIR RESPECTIVE FORTES IS DOWNRIGHT AMAZING LMAO- and comical. THEY CAN'T LOSE TO A NEWBIE- A newbie who seems to be too good at everything he does...

Ah, why is MC coddling him? Is he that good?? :((

YES HE'S THAT SHUCKING GOOD IT'S UNACCEPTABLE HE'S BECOME HUSBAND #5 AND THEY CAN'T TAKE ANY MORE RIVALS MAN.

Venti absolutely feels the most challenged.

He has the best friend card, thankfully, but that does not rule Heizou out of his radar. If he's petty, he's gonna be petty and MC will suck it up cause he's her bestie- okay he may not go overboard buT HE'LL BE PETTY- and at the same time x2 diligent in his work aha.

Xiao is another petty case, really. He won't hide his vexed pout when Heizou manages to outshine him in dance practice, you know, the space where xiAO'S SUPPOSED TO SHINE. It's become a one-sided rivalry.

Aether the softie for sure will hesitate about feeling slightly ill towards Heizou but he can't help it- goodness, this sweetheart man. AND KAZUHA, TOO, though yes he'd be more subtle.

Heizou definitely deviates more towards these two solely because they don't feel as dangerous as the cousins LMAO.

Ah, I can't wait to introduce the bonus LIs but there's much more to cover in the Fleur universe before that!

#moonlitchat #🧦 anon #m-fleur #i was eyeing this the moment it arrived in my inbox lmao #but i had to answer the asks that came before it first!

[peakyblindersxx]

whiskey business - john shelby x reader (part 6 of ?)

gif by my queen @michaelgreys, i'm basically her fanblog now but im not mad about it :) i mean just look at him!!1! i almost fainted

a/n: first of all, if you stuck around to this point, tysm for reading!!! this has been one of the most amazing fics ive ever been a part of and it's all thanks to the gorgeous @stxdyblr-2k, who generously took control of the next few parts. her brain is beautiful and we all owe her flowers or something. when i read what she sent me i couldn't bring myself to change much except for some small edits, so pls give her lots of love if you like it!!!! i'm still working on requests as well :)

love, abi xxx

read part one two three four five | my masterlist

tagging: @datewithgianni, @mayaslifeinabox, @deepdonutkid, @springsoulofengland, @lilymurphy03

prompt: nothing this good can last forever. john doesn't know how to feel, and neither do you.

warnings: nsfw! a teensy bit of smut, angsty as fuck prepare yourselves accordingly, a lil fluff if u squint, yeah this fucked me up

Obviously, it wasn't the last time.

Over the coming months you had many last times; his mouth pressed against your neck said as much. As his responsibility at work increased, you'd find yourself heading to his office after your lectures and night classes more often, perched on his lap, smoking, while he finished up his numbers under your critical gaze.

Thomas was more than aware; his snarky comments made it obvious he had his ways of monitoring your actions. You'd seen the dark car lurking outside your rallies and lectures, and no matter how you'd try to throw him off, not even telling Ada where you were going and even, in a moment of desperation, through your neighbours back window, somehow, his silent shadow was still looming. He was practically begging you to make a mistake, to give everyone an easy out. You just couldn't give him the satisfaction. You knew Tommy saw the world as a chess board, always several moves ahead of his opponent. Even when you played him in chess club all those years ago, you could outflank him if you thought on your feet and kept him thinking he was winning until you obliterated him in the end game. It was brutal, sure. But as he told you, there were bigger games at play. You had your own. Thomas could read your mail, intercept your phone calls and have you followed, but he couldn't hear what you said out of earshot. Your lot could smell an interceptor in your ranks, so spying at that close of a proximity was out of the question.

That's why he'd decided to let you have John. You knew his silent approval and his constant management of the narrative meant he saw a tactical gain. There was only so much information he could get from Ada, but John? He just had to agitate him in the right way and all your secrets would come tumbling out. It was difficult hiding your world from John; of what he knew of, he was supportive, quizzing you over current affairs and political discourse, listening intently. Yet, you had to watch your mouth. You had to keep a barrier up and you knew John sensed the distance. Fundamentally, there was nothing either of you could do.

So here you were, in a comfortable limbo. Your days were filled with work, evenings were for lectures and reading groups at the city's university, Ada and you often stopped for a drink or three; you'd go by your flat to freshen up, and then to John's office. Sometimes, you wouldn't visit for a week or so when the guilt sent you over the edge, it was draining to be living so many lives and knowing you were betraying the person you loved most on earth. Ada was oblivious, taking you on her nightly adventures filled with men, dancing and waiting while she was busy kissing in dark corners. Sometimes a young blinder would ask if you wanted to be walked home. The first occurrence you thought was sweet, but as the nights it occurred coincided with nights John seemed extra pent up, you'd decided to ask. The boy, who couldn't be older than twelve but who you knew was trained in using firearms and had a revolver pinned to his hip and a razor in his cap, looked confused.

"Mate, it's not a tough question. Why do you come and ask?"

"There's a phone call." He shrugs, "Isaiah or Michael tells us to go and get you."

Isaiah and Michael were somewhat aware? Fucking hell. Your fling was basically a military campaign at this point, so many of your friends were complicit. The little lads who ran as messengers around Birmingham were complicit. You had to just end it.

But when you sat on his thigh, his chin hooked over your shoulder, it felt so worth it. He never turned you away when you came crawling back. He never mentioned it until after you were finished, hooked under his arm.

"Fucking missed you, gorgeous."

Sometimes he'd remind you not to be a stranger with a wink, but you could tell it was tearing him apart too. He never once came to you. That's how he could justify it in his mind; obviously, the bare minimum was not having sex with his sister's best friend, but in failing that, waiting for you to initiate it was somewhat better. He barely talked to Ada now, citing work as an excuse, but truly the guilt sickened him. He couldn't believe he was prepared to continuously hurt his little sister and betray her. But every time you turned up at his door, he couldn't find it in himself to turn you away. In his mind, every single time you came to visit him was the last time he'd let it happen, yet he was always waiting for you to come back, his blind closed to signal he was prepared. He never would call, it had to be your choice.

You'd been off and on for over five months now. It was so difficult to hide in plain sight, but you just couldn't stop yourself. Neither of you purposefully meant for this to be happen but fuck, was it fun.

For your birthday he'd gifted you a fur coat from the same shop his sister, aunt and the fashionable crowd of Birmingham had purchased theirs. He joked that you looked like a "proper razor chaser", kissing you when you pouted at his teasing, begging you to wear only the coat when you fucked him next. It was a practice for blinders to buy a coat for their wives and girlfriends as a status symbol. You were neither, but John claimed that being his "favourite lass" also counted.

John was a laugh, but you knew at any time he could close his door to you. Until he decided he couldn't be bothered with you, you weren't going to get caught. You just had to be careful until he got bored.

***

You did end up putting a foot wrong. It was a Thursday night; you were sitting on the edge of John's desk while he was ridding you of your blouse. It was past midnight, Birmingham was asleep. You almost didn't bother coming out tonight, but you knew John had lost a deal and you wanted to be there for him. Your skirt and stockings were strewn across the desk with his shirt, vest and waistcoat, muddled into the files and papers which were once neatly stacked.

His fingers were pumping in and out of you, his mouth lapping at your breast, your head tipped back in euphoria, groaning. The stress made him more affectionate and tender with you, and it was nights like these that made you wonder. Wonder if this could ever be something more, something real.

John's body suddenly pulled away from yours, quickly turning the light off.

"John, what-" You were cut off by John’s hand over your mouth, muffling your words.

"Shut up and get behind the desk." He hissed. "Someone's coming upstairs."

You quickly grabbed your clothes from the shiny oak surface and crouched, hiding yourself from view, quickly making yourself decent. You weren't going to get shot through the head with your tits out. You listened to the stairs creek, and it sounded like a group. You two were easily outnumbered. They were talking, but the thick panels of wood muffled their voices.

As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, the cracks in the door giving the room a dulled glow, you could make out the figure of John. He was free of his shirt, toned body on display, standing with his back flat to the wall, revolver produced from a discreet notch in the door frame, gaze fixed on where they'd enter. He was tense, ready. The door was unlocked from the outside, the door handle twisting.

John's lip shifted in confusion yet still he kept his trigger finger ready, not a single shake from your general.

The light flicked on and a shriek rang out. It was blinding, and you stood up slightly dazed. Finn was in the doorway, John next to him clutching his chest, panting and lowering the gun.

"Jesus Christ, Finn, can't you knock like a normal person? Scared the shit out of us." John bellowed, shaking as the adrenaline coursed through his body, resting his hands on the edge of the desk as he regained his breath.

"You're the one who pointed a gun at me! I didn't even know you were in 'ere!" Finn yelped.

The commotion had attracted the attention of Ada and Isaiah, who had come running and stopped in their tracks upon seeing you standing behind John's desk in the middle of the night. They weren't stupid. John was topless, your clothes obviously rumpled, both with matching tousled hair and practically stinking of guilt. You'd been caught red handed. Ada's eyes flicked between both you and John, and you could practically see the pieces of the puzzle clicking together in her mind, all the moments she found questionable since you'd returned suddenly making sense, realising she had been deceived by the two people who she was meant to trust most in life. Finn looked absolutely crushed, he'd never been able to conceal his emotions as well as his older brothers and sister, linking his fingers through Ada's, squeezing her hand.

"I forgot to drop this off earlier." Finn stated, holding up a money box, "Ada had keys so we thought we'd sneak in so I wouldn't get done by Tommy. We did call round yours, Y/N. We thought you were in bed."

"I'm sorry." You said. It was not enough but you just didn't know what else to say. You couldn't make it right, you'd really fucked up this time. Tears pricked at your eyes, as Ada examined you in silence.

John stepped in front of you defensively. "Look, Ada-"

"How long has this been going on?" She asked, her voice shaking with rage. You and John exchanged a glance. "I said, how fucking long?"

"Five months, six in a fortnight." He answered.

Isaiah whistled lowly. "That's fucked. I thought it was only a few times, that it'd finished."

"Never really over when it's John is it." Finn interjects, you glance to him, were you just one in a long string? You shouldn't be surprised but it was easy to pretend he may actually care about you.

"You've been fucking around for six months behind my back?" Ada yelped, Finn trying to comfort her but she pulled away from him. "And you fucking knew Iz."

"I'd expect this from you, yeah? Wouldn't put anything past you these days.." she sneered at John, "But you? You?! You're meant to be my best mate, but here you are sneaking about fucking my brother?"

"Ada-" you began, eyes welling with tears.

"I thought I could trust you. You're just another fucking razor chaser, aren't you?" She spits. "That's why you came back."

"No it wasn't, Ada-"

Her eyes flashed with anger, but this time John was on the receiving end. "You bought her that fucking coat ,didn't you? The fur one. You did! Fuck's sake!" Her fists were clenched, shoulders squared. For the first time in your life, you understood why crowds parted for Ada Shelby. Understood all the free drinks and cab rides, the nervous serving staff declaring your meal on the house (always acknowledged by Ada with a hefty tip), understood why the men of Birmingham didn't last long with her.

"Did it feel good to swan about town in that fucking coat, while acting as though you cared about me? It's so fucking embarrassing. All trussed up because my knobhead big brother makes you feel special? Thanks for rubbing it in my face."

"Ada, I love you. I never meant to hurt you, I got caught up and that's on me. It's my fault."

"You're not acting like you love me. This isn’t what love is, Y/N." She retorted.

You couldn’t do anything but nod. She was right.

John opened his mouth to speak, Ada silencing him, a scowl darkening her features.

"I don't care what you have to say. Any of you. Who else knows?"

"Thomas, Michael, Arthur-" John listed off slowly, each name prompting Ada to break down a little bit more in front of you.

"I didn't know Arthur knew." You said pointedly, John sending you an exasperated glance. He was planning on dealing with that later, but right now was about his sister. Fuck him if he thought you were going to stick around much longer. You didn't want to hear him justify everyone else knowing about your fling with your best friend being left completely in the dark.

"That all you have to say for yourself?" Ada snaps at you.

"I have fucking no defense, do I Ada? I should've walked away." You pushed your hair back, frustrated at yourself, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You begged yourself not to cry. Tears wouldn't help anything.

"Why didn't you?"

You didn't know. Your silence only riled her up.

"Why didn't you fucking walk away?" Ada yelled, slamming her hands on the desk.

You felt hot tears run down your face, quickly moving your hands to dab at your tears.

"Don't you dare fucking cry. After all you've done, you don't get to cry in front of me." Ada growled at you, John going to shush her, obviously wanting to comfort you. "You can all fuck off. You've all lied to me and gone behind my back. Fuck’s sake, you could've just told me. You could've just told me."

"We didn't want to hurt you." John said, reaching out to squeeze her shoulder but she flinches away.

"This hurts so much more. You get that you all lying to me is so much worse, don't you?"

"We weren't thinking."

"You really fucking weren't." Ada laughs bitterly, shaking her head, blinking away tears. "Fuck you lot."

She stormed out, tailed by Finn, begging her to slow down and talk to him, protesting his innocence in the situation. Isaiah hesitated in the doorway, his eyes flickering between you and John.

"I had no idea you two've been at it for so long."

"Iz, fuck off yeah? I've had enough today." John shot back, sliding across the desk towards you. "You alright, lass?"

"We're done here, John."

He slid off the table, his hand cupping your face, "Hey, gorgeous, I get it but don't go breaking my heart tonight. Can we just leave this for tomorrow? Sleep on it."

The idea of getting any sleep at all tonight was laughable, you'd be up all night replaying these moments and torturing yourself. Tonight couldn't get any worse so you had to finally end it. Now was the right time.

"John, it should've never happened."

"But it did."

"I don't want to talk about this anymore. It's over."

"Y/N. You know for me it was never just about-"

"You're making it difficult. Stop making it difficult. Whatever you say isn't going to change that right now we have to do the right thing."

"I know you're right, but I don't want to let go. Is it so wrong to want you? I adore you, you know that."

You wouldn't meet his eyes. Sighing, John pressed his forehead to the side of your head, chin brushing your shoulder, eyes closing. He was begging you to stay with him. There had to be a solution, you'd figure it out together. His voice was cracking, eyes glassy. He looked so much younger when he was pleading. The tall bloke who terrorised the Midlands with his razor rimmed cap, a revolver in his hand, and a ruthless trigger finger had vanished. You wanted to stay, burning to curl up with him and for him to kiss it better.

"I should go." You told him. He rested his forehead on your shoulder, letting out a shaky sigh before pulling away, nodding.

"I'd drive you home but obviously-"

"Obviously."

John suddenly turned from you, eyes narrowing at Isaiah who was still hovering at the door. "Thought I told you to fuck off. Make yourself useful and get Y/N home safely." His tone was ice cold once again.

Isaiah nodded, offering his arm to you. You reached the door and instinctively looked back at John. His eyes met yours, staring at you from his desk, just as you knew he would. He prepared himself to watch you leave every night, but this time was different. That was it with you two.

Isaiah strode down the street with you in silence. You were tucked into his side as was customary with the upcoming blinders who were particularly ambitious, but there was no relaxed chat.

"Isaiah. What’re you thinking?" You asked, voice tinged with nervousness.

He sighed, running his free hand across his jaw, "That was intense in there."

"Just how he is." You shrugged.

"Does he love you or sommet?"

"Fuck knows… does it matter?"

"Of course it does. Do you love him?"

"Drop it. None of that matters, it shouldn't have happened in the first place so it can’t," You snapped, the anger at the situation you'd created suddenly overwhelming.

Isaiah whistled, raising his brow at your obvious turmoil. "You're in fucking deeper than you want to admit."

He walked you up your path, watching you turn the key to the side door leading to your bedsit. You paused, turning to him.

"Iz… I don't know what to do next."

It was so dark, you could see his face only by the lit cigarette burning to embers between his fingers. He inhaled deeply, pausing before delivering his carefully laid out plan of avoidance. Obviously the event of him crossing the Shelbys and losing their good graces weighed heavily on his mind. You nodded, listening intently, noting his ideas of relocation but he explained they were a final resort. The best thing to do was try to regain their trust; in the long run, he had calculated, it was the only option that didn't result in your life being haunted by the Shelbys. Even if they left you alone, their enemies would make a point to go after you, seeing you as an easy target. The other option was to leave the country.

"Good luck, Y/N. I mean it." He muttered as you turned the handle to the temporary safety of your home. You nodded, offering you cheek for the polite good night kiss you'd become accustomed to. He rolled his eyes and obliged, pressing an affectionate kiss to your cheek and ruffling your hair. "I'm serious. Watch your back."

***

John broke down when he finally heard the lock click shut. His eyes had been prickling with boiling tears, his jaw tensed to hold them back. He yelled out in anger, flipping his desk with force, a loud crash as the wood splintered against the stone flooring, glass shattering from the photo frames. His hands went to his head, unable to stop the gasping breaths escaping from his trembling lips, his face reddening.

"Fuck’s sake." He growled. He'd fucked everything up. He had nothing, just as he'd told you the first night you returned. The consequence was no surprise, he'd anticipated the fall out for a while, but he couldn't resist you. He was completely guilty and had no defense; his only justification being that you made him think with his cock, not his brain.

Fuck’s sake. Polly was going to murder him. She'd always had a soft spot for Ada, as the only girl in the family, and was no stranger to lecturing him over his flirtatious behaviour around Ada's friends. She'd murder him. He had a half mind to never go home. He rubbed at his eyes with his knuckles. Polly had no use for tears. That's what she'd tell him when he was a boy coming home with a skinned knee. This was far worse.

He was also sure that he was a worse brother than Tommy, perhaps the worst in the world. His baby sister, who he'd helped to toddle, carry proudly on his shoulders after school and race with her on his back through the fields on the outskirts of Small Heath, had walked in on him obviously in the midst of fucking her best mate. If he had swallowed his pride and actually talked to her, he wouldn't be in this mess. He could've told her that things changed, that for the same reasons Ada loved Y/N he had fallen for her, that he was truly sorry but she had to know before it got too far and someone got hurt. He couldn't go back.

He should've never approached you that night.

He should never approach you again.

He looked over the mess of his office, the splintered wood and shards of glass, a confetti of paperwork. Now nothing mattered. None of this mattered. He'd lost everything and he had only himself to blame.

#john shelby imagine #john shelby x reader #john shelby fluff #john shelby series #john shelby fanfic #peaky blinders fluff #peaky blinder fanfic #john shelby smut #peaky blinders smut #peaky blinders #peaky blinders x reader

[mandoalorian]

so you have any angsty writings about max raising his voice at u?

my tears ricochet

Maxwell Lord x GN!Reader

Summary: Everyone had warned you that dating your boss would be a bad idea. So when you make a crucial mistake at work, a mistake that leads into your biggest fight yet, you wonder if your relationship with Maxwell Lord will ever be able to recover.

Rating: T

Warnings: ANGST :( a few curses, hurt/comfort with a happy ending, but most of this is very very angst-y. Bruce Wayne makes an appearance (because for some reason, he always does?) and he’s a dickkkkk lmao.

Word count: 2.2k

I haven’t wrote anything in a few weeks, and I haven’t wrote for Maxie in well over a month. Reblogs would be so appreciated because I kinda need the motivation atm ;-;

You never normally messed up, or at least, not like this.

You were a good secretary for the most part, as you’d been working at Black Gold Cooperative for almost three years now. You knew your way around the office, and most importantly, you knew your way around your boss, the dashing and charismatic business mogul, Maxwell Lord.

Everyone had warned you not to mix business with pleasure, and that dating Maxwell Lord was a bad idea because he was your boss. You could get behind that idea; as you’d never really been one to date colleagues or co-workers. But you swore that he was different. They were probably right, you knew that deep down, but you’d made the mistake of falling hopelessly in love with him.

You and Maxwell had been together for half a year now, and things were going good. Things were going better than good. You really believed he could be the one. He seemed happier when he was with you. He smiled more. You gave his life meaning, and a purpose that strived past his failing business.

He treated you different to his other employees. He was softer with you, and more gentle. He never raised his voice or talked down to you. He was a gentleman, and treated you to luxuries on every occasion that he could manage. Work was sometimes difficult, but he was good with you. You had zero complaints, really.

He’d buzzed you into his office, his dark blonde hair a mess and his patterned tie pulled apart. The first three buttons of his white dress shirt were undone and his collar was wonky. You had to refrain from walking over to his side of the oak wood desk and fixing it for him. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his tan forearms and the golden Rolex that adorned his wrist, and he was staring at you, his dark brows furrowed together.

“I just spoke to Bruce Wayne,” Maxwell started hesitantly, his index finger impatiently tapping away on the telephone.

“Oh?” you hummed. You knew it was coming, but you tried to remain calm.

“He said he didn’t receive the oil distribution report you sent on Friday,” Maxwell said, followed by a wary chuckle. “But I told him you sent it. Because you did send it. Didn’t you?”

You winced, and it didn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend.

“You sent the reports, didn’t you?” Maxwell repeated, this time his voice having dropped an octave and his eyes staring dead at you. There was no love in his expression, no happiness. Just pure anger and disbelief.

“Uhm…” you trailed off, your voice breaking nervously. “Wayne Enterprises didn’t get the report on last month’s oil distribution because uhm— I sent the wrong thing instead.” you fumbled with your fingers, shyly looking away from your Maxwell.

Max blinked, and stifled a laugh. “What?”

You folded your arms across your chest, feeling vulnerable as guilt coarsed through your veins.

“Uhm yeah,” you replied, ducking your head down. “I thought I sent it but I just— I found the reports on the main desk at lunch time. And I was going to tell you. I just— I just—“

You were flustered, and could feel your cheeks burn up as you stumbled over your words.

“You just what?” Maxwell prompted, raising an eyebrow.

“I just—“

“You just thought you’d keep it to yourself? Thought you wouldn’t tell me just because…? Because of what, exactly? You know this means we could potentially lose millions of dollars,” he raised his voice, sliding out of his chair and leaning over his desk, balling his fingers into fists.

You squeezed your eyes shut. “It was a mistake. A one-time mistake—“

“—a mistake that could potentially cost us thousands—“ Maxwell repeated bitterly. Money was a sensitive subject right now, you knew this. He had every right to be mad, but that didn’t mean it hurt any less.

“—It won’t cost thousands.” you finished, your words trying to ease him. But it came out patronising and you immediately regretted it. Maxwell slammed his hand on the desk before pointing his finger at you.

“Don’t interrupt me!” he shouted.

He’d never spoken to you like this. Hell, you didn’t think he’d ever spoken to anyone like this before. Or at least, not that you’d heard of. His cheeks were red with rage and little beads of sweat glazed his hairline.

You flinched are his tone, not used to him raising his voice at you like that. Max noticed the change in your demeanour and his face softened, his brown eyes widening slightly when he realised what he’d done. He slowly sank back into his chair, ripping his gaze from you. You stood there awkwardly, trying to hold back tears.

Maxwell regulated his breathing and pushed his hair out of his face before pointing to the door.

“Leave.” He ordered, his voice shaky and not even bringing himself to look at you.

Your lips were trembling. “What?” you croaked out, your voice merely above a whisper.

“Just— go home.” he waved his hand in a dismissing manner.

You stood there a little longer, lingering on the other side of his desk and praying that he’d have a change of heart. You didn’t know what that was supposed to mean. Was it a break-up? Was he firing you? Was he simply just telling you to go home?

“Max…”

Your boyfriend rubbed his temples before picking up the phone and re-dialling what you assumed to be Wayne Enterprises. He had nothing else to say to you, so, you sadly sauntered out of his office, quietly shutting the door behind you.

The entire sales team was staring at you as you walked over to the elevator. No doubt they’d overheard the whole fight. Raquel tapped your shoulder and offered you an apologetic smile. “Are you okay?” she asked.

You nodded and forced a grin, desperate to just get outside and feel the cool evening air. The office felt stuffy and hot and you just had to get out. You opted to take the stairs, not wanting to wait for the elevator. You could feel their eyes burn into you as you left Black Gold Cooperative.

It was raining when you got outside, and you managed to catch a cab just down the street.

After a few rings, Max finally pushed through Bruce Wayne’s receptionist and was waiting to get on the line with the big man himself. He breathed a sigh of relief when Bruce picked up.

“Hi, Bruce, it’s me Max. There’s been a mistake with the reports,” Maxwell said quickly, feigning confidence as he tried to forget about the fight that had just happened. But he couldn’t get it out of his head. He was terrified that you’d leave him. He’d leave him.

“Let me guess— it’s that secretary of yours?” Bruce smirked, twirling the phone wire around his finger as he waited for Max to try and salvage the business deal.

“Wh—what?” Max laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

“You know, your arm candy? The one that always accompanies to those charity events and galas? The one you’re fucking on the side?”

Maxwell’s face hardened and his heart dropped in his chest. “Excuse me?”

He hated the way Bruce was talking about you. Bruce was always like that, Maxwell knew that much. He treated everyone like they were lesser than him. Maxwell was able to shrug it off when it happened to him, but he wasn’t going to let it happen to you, too.

“Please, we all know it,” Bruce rolled his eyes. “I learned the hard way about mixing business with pleasure. Never works out, my friend.”

“With all due respect, Mr. Wayne, but you know nothing about Y/N and I. So if we could please get back to the topic at hand…”

“You still want to secure the deal?” Bruce quizzed. “I supposed as much.”

Jesus, he was insufferable. Maxwell knew what it took to climb to the top of the business world. You had to be cold and brutal; everything that Bruce Wayne was. That’s why he was so successful, and truthfully, that was the difference between the two men.

It was probably the reason Black Gold was failing too. Ever since you came into Maxwell’s life, the business had been losing more and more money. Maybe it was because Maxwell worked less, always choosing to favour his time and spend it with you. He wasn’t hardened by the business world anymore. He was softened by you.

Max wouldn’t allow the entrepreneur to hurt the ones he loved. At the end of the day, you were infinitely more important than some reports on oil distribution.

“Wait,” Maxwell paused, unable to escape the invasive thoughts that consumed his mind. Thinking about your glossy eyes and your timid voice, and the way you flinched when he yelled at you. You looked terrified. “No.”

“No?” Bruce repeated incredulously.

“No,” Maxwell confirmed. “I have to go.”

“You’re making a big mistake Lord,” Bruce warned. “If you’re thinking about throwing this entire deal away over some nobody secretary—“

And with that, Maxwell tore the phone from his ear and slammed it down on the hook. He rose to his feet and grabbed his pinstripe suit jacket, hastily throwing it over his shoulder before leaving his office in a rush.

When he got home, you were curled up on the sofa, enveloped in a blanket with balled up tissues scattered around you. When he saw you, his heart broke. He dropped his keys on the coffee table, the noise alerting you. The rattling sound made you jump and you looked over at him, your eyes red and puffy.

“Hi,” you said quietly, watching as he sauntered over to you. He offered you a weak smile before sliding down on the sofa next to you.

“Hi,” he said, gazing into your eyes.

You shuffled around and sighed. “I’m sorry.” you both said at the same time.

You giggled gently, always cherishing the way you and him were so in-sync. Maxwell smiled too, a dimple appearing in his left cheek.

“I thought you hated me,” you admitted with a sniffle, and Max frowned, leaning over and cupping your face with his hands.

“No my love, I could never hate you,” he swore, shaking his head. “I— I’m sorry I yelled at you like that. I got so worked up over this deal and—“

“I know,” you cut him short, pressing the palms of your hands flat against his chest. “You don’t have to apologise. I know. It’s been a stressful few weeks.” you said knowingly.

“Still,” you Maxwell sighed. “It can’t be excused.”

“It won’t happen again?” You asked hopefully.

Maxwell smiled. “Never again, honey,” he promised. “Can I hold you?”

You nodded desperately and nuzzled into his warm embrace. He wrapped his strong arms around you and smoothed out your hair, pressing a chaste kiss into your forehead.

“I love you so much, and I won’t ever let anything come between us again,” Maxwell whispered. “No job or business deal is jeopardising what we have together.”

You smiled, squeezing him tight and never wanting to let him go. “I agree.” you replied, pulling yourself up onto his lap and nudging your nose against his.

Maxwell’s smile spoke a thousand words. It wasn’t the forced smile he showed the world when he hyped up his business on the television. It was his real, genuine smile. The smile only you got to see.

Everyone had warned you not to mix business with pleasure, and that dating Maxwell Lord was a bad idea because he was your boss. But in that exact moment, you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

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[andsheloved]

drabble tuesday returns!

hello friends!! i am finally back for drabble tuesday!! i know it's been a minutes because of some brain weirdness and just weirdness in my life, and during this time i was able to work on some nice comfort fluffy fics, but i figured i'd make my self (and hopefully you guys as well) smile a bit with just some extra fluff this week!! so as always, rules and such below the cut!! mwauh!! i'd also like to just thank everyone for all the nice messages and support so many of you guys have sent my way over the past bit, you really have no idea how much it made me smile to see that people do care and i just want to know how much joy it brought me. you are all such wonderful humans and i love you all so much mwauh.

prompts

i know this may be a bit silly, but i wanted to take some of my most favorite, fluffiest moments/concepts from my own fics and put them as prompts!! these are certainly not my own creations (aka i don't own these prompts or concepts!! i have just used these tropes in some of my own fics) but without further ado!! prompts!!

pet names (either trying out different pet names on a person or giving someone a pet name and it begins to take a different meaning over time)

love at first sight (but then they discover they love them even more as the relationship progresses)

'i thought i lost you'

only one bed

'i could've lost you and that made me realize how i couldn't live without you'

last minute, desperate love confession

'i love you, i guess i always have'

mutual pining but they're idiots

one sided pining but it's not actually one sided and it's a bit angsty

person a sees that person b is feeling a bit down and decides to finally tell them how much they mean to them

'it's you, it was always you'

you'll be in my heart from tarzan but make it a fic (aka 'market flowers') (or like, 'i have to leave you now but know that i will always love you')

characters

i will write for any of the lovely men on my masterlist, even if i haven't written for them yet!! but in case that link doesn't work, here's a list!!

mcu

loki

bucky barnes

helmut zemo

steve rogers

star wars

obi wan kenobi

din djarin

the witcher

geralt of rivia

jaskier

misc. characters

sherlock holmes (enola holmes)

jake jensen

nick fowler

steve kemp

rules

no smut prompts!! (apologies!! i am just. so bad at it.)

all readers will be written as gender neutral unless otherwise stated in the request!!

i'll be accepting requests for this drabble tuesday until midnight (est) march 8!!

send in the f l u f f

if you've made it this far, first of all hello hehe, but second of all, i know i said this before, but i want to say it again, seriously, thank you all so much for your endless kindness. i know recently that times have been weird for a lot of people, so please take this as my open invitation to hop into my dms if you'd ever like someone to just listen or talk to, it's the least i can do for all the absolute warmth you all have shown me during this patch in my life, and i love you all so much, just know that i am always here for all of you just as you were for me, i hope you all have such amazing, wonderful nights/days wherever you are in the world.

#madeline's drabble tuesdays! #return!! #exciting times!!

[zabrak-show]

Oh, hi. I love your stories but i want to know if u hav some of Maul x male reader or neutral reader, cuz, i rlly like the way you make Maul's personality and how u write and thats all, thank u so, bye

Hi! wow thank you so much! Sorry if you sent this in awhile ago, I’ve been lazy about checking in on tumblr lately.

anyhoo, so I do have some gender neutral reader stories with maul. I don’t have any male, but I’m open to writing them. I pretty much write whatever people ask me to, lmao so if you have a prompt or idea for a maul x male reader one shot I’d be happy to write it for you.

So here’s some maul x gn!reader links for you:

Maul Fluff (sfw mostly) this is a master list of a few different one shots, all gn!reader

When the Sun Comes Up gn!reader x maul pre phantom menace, angsty mostly because it was set up for me to write more but ahhh i’ve been so blocked

Dad Maul Series (gn! reader and maul adopt 2 nightbrothers)

If you like any of those let me know :3 happy to write something for you too with a male reader, but i will warn I have had terrible writers block for like a month now so it may take some time.

Thanks so much!! xoxo

#maul x gn!reader #maul x reader #lovely ask #thank you for reading #darth maul #gn!reader #imp3riall0ser #requests #maul

[alloftheimagines]

billy hargrove | i love you

masterlist | request an imagine

words: 800+

warnings: hints towards abuse, smoking, sickening fluff. this came to me randomly and I had to write it down. it wasn’t requested. It’s only soppy drabble but I hope you like it. unless I get requests, I probably won’t be doing any more billy writing soon (hope u weren’t hoping for a heaven-sent update) but if you have prompts and want to see more do let me know. in the meantime i’ll be catching up with the prompts that have been in my inbox for YEARS.

taking requests for any fandom but am particularly wanting to write for spike (btvs), steve harrington, enzo st. john, isabelle lightwood, lucifer morningstar, nicholas scratch, and ambrose spellman atm - people i haven’t written for previously. also love writing angst so give me something angsty!

imagined this to billie eilish - i love you.

in which he finds his own way to say “I love you” for the first time.

At night the two of can be found tangled together, tracing lines across hot skin. You cling on for dear life, knowing how easy it is for for one of you to slip away—so fragile, so uncertain. All it would take is for you to say the wrong thing in the wrong way, or for him to uncover his bruised knuckles, and you'd be ripped apart. So you stay here, where the only thing separating you is a sliver of moonlight falling through the window.It's been a bad night: you know that without having to ask, can see through his cast iron mask to the boy hiding underneath. 

He'll talk about it when he's ready: until then, you will hum his favourite song under your breath and pepper him in kisses that he pretends doesn't make him weak.

"'m gonna take you away one of these days." Billy's voice is a low rumble in his chest, vibrating against your cheek as he breaks the heavenly silence.

"Yeah?" you ask, smiling absentmindedly as your fingers find the dip in his sternum. "Where?"

"Anywhere."

"California?" Your voice rises in hope as you lean against him, looking at him with your chin in your hands.

To your surprise, he shakes his head, blinking as he looks down at you. His cheekbone is stained purple from a pain he shouldn't have to endure. "Somewhere new. Somewhere we can get lost. We'll get in the camaro and go, no lookin' back."

He's imagined it a thousand times, the image of you with a map sitting in your lap as you give him the wrong directions because you're too busy singing a love song that he pretends to hate. It's what he dreams about. For so long he has been empty, hopeless, dead, and now his soul yearns for the trees passing behind your head as you smile your stupid, beautiful fucking smile at him.

His hands knot between yours, his brows remaining furrowed.

"Sounds like heaven," you sigh, eyes falling shut.

"I'm serious, [y/n]. Would you? Would you come with me?"

"I'd go anywhere with you, Billy Hargrove," you whisper it as though they're the last words you'll ever say, and he knows you mean it, knows you are his and he is yours, "and everywhere."

"Then let's do it. First thing tomorrow, we'll pack our bags and go." He's being silly now, pressing his forehead to your hair so that you won't try to look at his face—so you won't see how much he wants it to be true, real.

You're already drifting into sleep when you agree, "First thing tomorrow."

Tomorrow doesn't matter when you already have the warmth and safety you've always craved now. When the sun comes up, that will be gone. Billy's moods change faster than the seasons, and with the absence of moonlight comes the absence of this version of him, the boy who snuggles into your hair and promises you a life spent somewhere new because he is bruised and broken and needs you so much it hurts. That's what you think, anyway, until he begins to trace lines into your skin with nicotine-stained fingers. 

"Feels good."

"Open your eyes," he whispers. "'m trying to tell you somethin'."

You obey, eyelashes fluttering as you focus on his hands, the cold metal of his rings brushing against you and giving you goosebumps as they glint in the moon's strip of light.

"What?" you ask, looking at him.He nods downwards at his hands again. They circle the inside of your arm in zig-zag lines. "You writing me a letter?"

He doesn't respond, his lines becoming straighter, clearer. 

"I—" you begin to read his symbols aloud.

"Shh," he hushes. "Don't say it. Not yet. I wanna be the first one."

"What are you talkin' about?"

He sighs, swallows, tries again. You read his invisible message in your head. I-L-O-V-E-Y-O-U. Even in your subdued, exhausted state it takes your breath away for a moment.

"Billy." Your eyes prick with tears as the corner of his mouth twitches with the beginnings of a smile.

"I'm not ready to say it out loud. Not yet. But I do." His breath is shaky as he inhales, pressing a kiss into your hair. "I do. I don't know how else to tell you."

"This way. Tell me this way," you reply, turning and brushing your lips against his. His eyes are wet, and you kiss away his tears and then try to kiss away his bruise, too. You only wish it would work. "I do, too."

He looks relieved, as though he wasn't expecting reciprocation even after all this time.

"Say it again," you plead, curling back into him. "Just once more."

I-L-O-V-E-Y-O-U. He traces it into your skin until it is etched into you, until you are long past consciousness. You can still feel the letters stamped into you with permanent ink when the sun rises the next morning; when you wake up to an open window and an empty bed.

#billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove #billy #billy hargove x reader #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove fluff #billy hargrove drabble #billy hargrove headcanons #billy x reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things imagines #stranger things oneshot #stranger things fic #billy hargrove one shot #x reader imagines #x reader #imagine #one shots #fluff #headcanons #multifandom #dacre montgomery fic #dacre montgomery #dacre montgomery x reader #dacre fic #imagine requests #request an imagine

[yasminkhxns]

22 for hand holding !!

Thank u for the prompt anon! This was my first time writing angsty middle of the war catradora so i hope i did okay!!

Hand holding 22 – grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back from something

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Their fights were a flawless routine at this point. A snarky quip here, a dodge of the blade there, the swipe of sharpened claws through the air as they inevitably scraped against She-Ra’s sword. To some, this routine may have become boring. They may have moved on to try something new and left the other behind, perhaps to dance on their own or find a new partner.

But not Catra and Adora.

Every word spat at each other, every hit landed – it meant something. Their moves were calculated. There was a routine, a dance, one they knew by heart and they stuck to it.

Today, however, was different. Today Adora decided to break the mould and try something new. It threw Catra when there was a flicker and buzz of light around She-Ra and suddenly, she was faced with Adora. It was always She-Ra. The routine was She-Ra, not Adora. It was easier to fight She-Ra. Catra could separate She-Ra from Adora every time her claws scraped through her flesh or she picked a well-worded sentence that left a verbal blow that hurt more than a physical one.

Catra took a step back when Adora took one forward.

“Aren’t you sick of this?!” Adora started.

“What?”

“Us! Fighting! I can’t keep doing this, Catra. I can’t keep fighting you.”

“Well, you don’t exactly have much of a choice.”

“There could be.”

Catra folded her arms, defending her fractured heart where it sat in her chest beating rapidly at a conversation she didn’t want to be having.

The pause between them felt eternal.

“There’s not.”

Adora won’t let Catra shut it down. Of course. They’re as stubborn as each other. “You’re the one with the power to change that choice, Catra. It’s not too late for you. I know you. You can still join the rebellion. With me.”

Catra scoffed at the offer, “Or, how about this, Adora. You don’t know me. You could just stop being She-Ra. You could admit defeat. I’d say come back to the Horde but I think I made it pretty clear I don’t want you to.”

Adora’s arms flew out to her sides as she took another step forward. This time Catra held her ground, claws digging into the dirt along with the flesh of her arms.

“I don’t get it! Why are you so dead set on staying with the Horde?! You hate it there. They treat you horribly. Why do you want to stay?!”

Catra’s frown deepened. “They don’t treat me horribly anymore, Adora. Do you know why?” Catra stepped close enough to push the tip of her claw against Adora’s chest. She pressed hard enough to prick. “Because you left. You leaving made space for me to take up an opportunity that never would’ve happened with you there. I would never have made Force Captain with you around. I would’ve been stuck as just another grunt. Your little sidekick until we got to the top. And even then we wouldn’t have been equals!” Catra shoved Adora as her anger rose. “I told you that you leaving was the best thing to ever happen to me. Did you think I was lying?!”

“Yes!” Adora shoved back. “Of course I did! Do you really think I wanted to believe that you never wanted me around?! That you weren’t just saying those things in the Crystal Castle just to get a rise out of me?! Just to hurt me?! I’d never want to believe that’s really you, Catra because I mi–”

Adora cut herself off, fists clenching as she looked away. Catra’s gaze was becoming too hard to hold. All of this was becoming too hard.

“Because what, Adora?”

Adora’s shoulders slumped as she sighed heavily, “Nothing. It doesn’t matter. There’s no point in saying something I know you’ll mock me for.”

Catra tried not to let the sting affect her. Though she can’t help but let her own poison run through her veins. The poison of her own cruelty that Adora now just assumed. Catra didn’t know how to respond, so she left Adora to continue through the building hum of something in the distance that made Catra’s ears twitch.

“You’re better than the Horde Catra, I wish you could see that.”

Catra hissed in response, her ears still latching onto the sound of the evergrowing hum. Adora was still ranting at her when recognition set in – cold and hard and deep in her bones. The hum grew and grew, morphing into a blinding blast that shot out the canon of a Horde tank. Its target? Adora.

“–this because you’re smart and strategic and agile. You’d be invalu–”

It was instinct, Catra realised, when she grabbed Adora’s hand. The yank so hard that it cut Adora off and sent them both tumbling to the ground milliseconds before a laser shot through the air right where Adora had been stood. It felt like slow motion as they fell. Catra’s hand was still a death grip around Adora’s as her heart pounded and lungs froze halfway through a breath before her back slammed into the dirt and kicked up dust around their slumped forms. It was when Adora’s body crashed into her own that the remaining air in her lungs was sent flying outwards with a wheeze.

For a long, painful, moment that was full of deep, relieved breaths they just lay there – until Adora pushed herself up from where her face was buried in Catra’s neck.

Their wide eyes locked, and they stared.

How could they look away after that? After what Catra had just done. A million questions flew through Adora’s mind as Catra’s own drew blank. What the hell had she just done?

The closeness left them speechless. The heat of each other’s bodies, the proximity between their faces – heat coloured both their cheeks at the easy reminiscence their current position left them with as their minds flashed back to nights in the Horde lay together in Adora’s bunk, huddling close during the cold nights in the Fright Zone.

Scenario after scenario soon began making their appearance in Catra’s head while her eyes remained glued to Adora’s, her brain short-circuiting when it briefly locked onto a scenario that involved Adora’s lips. Her whole body buzzed with the anticipation of it, of what could have been, what she knows can’t be, so – she shook off the feeling and forced herself to be the one to snap them out of it.

“Get off me!” Catra yelped, her voice cracking as she resisted the final squeeze she wanted to give to the hand still clamped in her own. Catra shoved Adora back with a grunt, watching as she almost lost her footing before steadying herself on the uneven ground.

Adora scoffed, her arms jumbled and flailing like her thoughts, “You’re the one that saved me!”

“I didn’t save you.”

“Yes, you did! You saw that tank. You pulled me out of the way. You saved me…” Adora stood stunned for a moment, “Why did you save me?”

Catra felt sick at the question. Did Adora really feel she had to ask that?

Catra’s gaze dropped, looking anywhere but at Adora. The shame was too much. “I told you I didn’t–”

“Save me. Yeah, I know. Keeping lying to yourself, Catra, but you know that you did. You proved my point that there’s good in you.”

“We would’ve both got hit if I hadn’t moved us. Don’t think this was some act of kindness, Adora. It was for my own benefit.” Catra folded her arms as she spoke. It was easier to lie when she closed herself off. She could see it in Adora’s eyes though, she didn’t believe a word of it. Adora always tried to see the good in people. To a fault. Isn’t that part of what broke them?

“If I was She-Ra – would you have done the same?” Was a question Catra wasn’t expecting. It left her with an opportunity. One to change how Adora saw her now. She could give her hope in this moment, or she could crush it.

Catra hated false promises.

“I don’t know.” Is what she said.

Yes, of course. Even when you’re her, you’re still you – is what she wanted to say.

Adora’s face dropped. Catra hated the sight of it.

“Because I would’ve been fine, right? Because it wouldn’t have affected She-Ra like it would’ve me?”

Catra kept her face blank when she replied.

“If that’s what you want to let yourself think.”

Catra watched the crease of Adora’s brow grow, the slump of her shoulders, the disappointment and pain in her eyes. Catra’s gaze fell past Adora’s shoulders. A bunch of trees was far easier to look at than the expression on her face.

Adora’s lips parted for a moment as if she were about to say something. She didn’t. Instead, she turned away. The routine was done for the day. The crescendo of the dance had risen and fallen and Adora had walked away.

Catra wasn’t sure whether Adora could feel her eyes boring in her back. She didn’t care. She couldn’t look away. So she prayed Adora wouldn’t look back.

She didn’t.

#catradora #spop #catra #adora #she ra #she ra fanfic #my writing #writing prompts #me vs having an inconsistent writing tag

[kuiinncedes]

show me the places where the others gave you scars 

shadowhunter!klaine oneshot

author’s note i guess lmao: so i saw a prompt list that had something like “i’d hurt anyone who’s given you a scar” and i ran with some shadowhunters!klaine 😋 idk if i need to explain the shadowhunter things... i think i’ll leave it out for now tho so if anyone has any questions about it please feel free to ask :)

might need warnings for minor descriptions/discussion of violence and injury? nothing too graphic, nothing that you wouldn’t see in a young adult novel (which is what the shadowhunter chronicles is so yeah) -- it’s slightly angsty i guess, i was going for hurt/comfort, did i achieve it who knows

i’m scared of ao3 so i’m just posting here lol 😗✌️ and it’s completely under the cut because idk where else to put the cut 😂 (sooo pls click keep reading if u want :3)

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“Blaine, I’m okay, by the Angel,” Kurt huffs as Blaine pulls him into the infirmary and calls out a quick response to someone asking where they’re going.

“You’re not, really, but humor me.” 

Kurt kisses his cheek. “Fine.” Blaine smiles at him from the side as he takes out some supplies. Kurt smiles back and swings his feet from where he’s sat on the infirmary cot, humming lightly and smiling wider when he sees Blaine holding back a giggle. 

“Okay, let me see,” Blaine says, stepping up to the injured arm’s side. He gently holds Kurt’s arm and starts cleaning the wound near his shoulder. 

The work is interrupted when Blaine’s hands slow and stop as they near Kurt’s elbow. Blaine inhales and Kurt’s eyes snap to that spot, seeing immediately what Blaine’s attention has been caught by. His heart starts beating a little faster, more out of instinct than actual tension or fear, which he knows is unnecessary right now. He takes a breath and looks up at Blaine expectantly.

“You haven’t seen this one before?” Kurt asks softly. It’s probably one of his most prominent scars -- definitely the one he’s most insecure about, so honestly, it’s not that big of a shock that he’s managed to hide it for so long, even from Blaine. But he’s still a little surprised.

“No,” Blaine murmurs, his golden eyes warm, close, safe. “Can I… how’d you get it?”

Kurt shrugs. “A training accident my first year at the Shadowhunter Academy.” He pauses, then continues with a grumble, “Although, if you ask me, maybe not that much of an accident.” Also if you asked anyone else in the room -- other than the person who was the cause of the incident, or the incompetent weapons training master who would rather fight and be destroyed by a Greater Demon than run a single effective, useful class, and especially rather than treating his only half-faerie student with any kind of respect. (Kurt had had to teach himself most of the weapons, finding ways to sneak into the training room after class or in the middle of the night, fighting twice as hard as anyone else for his proficiency in fighting skills as well as for acceptance among his classmates. He had done pretty well, if he could say so himself, especially for the former. And if the midnight training might have given him the opportunity to set fire to some of Scarsbury’s things… that was an added bonus.)

Blaine gently runs his fingers over the imperfect skin, sending shivers down Kurt’s body. “I want to hurt anyone who’s ever left a scar on you,” Blaine whispers vehemently, and it makes Kurt think, anyone who believes that Blaine Anderson, one of the best Shadowhunters Kurt knows, is only gentle and soft -- Kurt’s even heard weak, hissed in a demeaning, cruel tone, and that one almost sent him running with seraph blades blazing for the speaker -- is in for a surprise if they ever face him.

“Well, it might be hard to track down all those demons, but I appreciate the thought.” He smiles as Blaine rolls his eyes at him. 

“I’d do it,” Blaine says. Blaine’s eyes hold steady contact, and the insistence almost brings tears to Kurt’s eyes. He swallows the feeling down. 

“As if you could,” he teases. 

Blaine scoffs. “Is that a challenge?” He goes back to washing off the dirt and demon ichor on Kurt’s upper arm. “I’ll have you know, I am Blaine Anderson, most promising Shadowhunter of a generation, blah blah blah blah…”

Kurt just grins and shakes his head. “You are, though,” he says quietly, and kisses Blaine when he leans closer to reach the clean bandages behind him. 

Blaine sighs, shrugging, but he smiles a little as he pulls back despite the resentment in his eyes. 

Kurt knows how much Blaine hates the reputation, the whispers, the jealousy, the attention, but most, if not all of it is well-deserved -- it doesn’t take much time spent with Blaine to see that. And fighting against it will be for another time; right now, it’s acceptance (and some teasing).

And it’s Blaine’s gentle, calloused fingers brushing against his skin, quickly and perfectly wrapping Kurt’s arm again, so careful not to hurt him and Kurt’s heart aches with how much he loves him, having had so much thrown on him from a young age but still the most compassionate soul Kurt’s ever met. Gentle -- but in a different way than what others see and make fun of.

Not to mention an incredible Shadowhunter… in many different ways. 

“I think you should be able to use an iratze soon,” Blaine muses as he works. “You look a lot better.”

“Oh, so I looked bad before?” Kurt knocks Blaine’s shoulder gently with his.

“Next time don’t take a poisonous demon tentacle to the arm, okay? It wasn’t pretty.” Blaine grimaces a little.

“I’d do it again.” Kurt’s voice is hushed, bare and honest as their eyes meet.

Blaine swallows, looking down and then leaning his forehead against Kurt’s lightly. “I don’t want you to,” he whispers.

Kurt cups his cheek. “I know, honey.”

The demon tentacle had lashed out for Blaine, who had been distracted by a different demon,  and Kurt managed to cut it in time, just not before it hit his own arm. It wasn’t fun to deal with it for the rest of the patrol, while relatively short. And it definitely wasn’t fun to know that Blaine was worrying about him, or to almost pass out before Mike could warlock-magic away the poison from the injury, or to have Blaine see that.

For you, a thousand times over, Kurt thinks, watching as Blaine finishes with his arm.

“Okay, your turn,” Kurt says, trying to lighten the mood. He hops up from the small bed and moves to the side. 

“Don’t worry about me, I wasn’t hurt that badly -- ”

“You still need an iratze, honey, sit down.” Blaine laughs softly and obeys, watches as Kurt carefully draws the rune on his upper arm and the cuts on his cheek and collarbone disappear. Leaning in, Kurt gently brushes his lips over both spots, now with barely even a scar. “There,” he murmurs, “all better.”

Blaine looks up at him, the light in his smile blinding but Kurt doesn’t mind. “I love you,” he whispers.

“Love you, too. So much.” Blaine squeezes his hand, kisses him again, deeply, sweetly.

Kurt starts to deepen the kiss, pulling Blaine up and closing the space between them, but they are startled apart from each other when someone bangs on the infirmary doors. 

Rachel’s voice rings out from the other side. “I don’t know what you guys are doing in here and it’s been a while of you ‘cleaning up,’ so I’m not coming in, just telling you we’re doing game night in 5 minutes! Don’t be late!” Her footsteps echo away loudly.

Kurt laughs softly. “Ready?” he asks, extending a hand to Blaine. They lightly swing their hands between them on the way out. 

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other notes for after :P 

“for you, a thousand times over” is a line from the kite runner by khaled hosseini!!! i used it because it makes me lose my shit every time i think about it <3

mike’s a warlock for fun reasons 🤪

title from “willow” by taylor swift :)))

again please let me know if you want/need to know anything about the shadowhunter part of this!! idk how understandable it might be to everyone else because i’m absolutely obsessed with the books and just kinda wrote this very (VERY) self-indulgently hehe 

thank u for reading 💕💕

#glee #klaine #klaine fic #glee fic #this was.... S O self indulgent XD #it started as an idea for my gleewatch gift exchange thing which is the reason for a couple super minor things #including the fact that rachel is in it at all lol but i just decided not to change that :P #and i decided not to make this my present thing bc it's literally the most self-indulgent specific thing ever lol #so yeah anyway #i think that's it lol #i feel fine about posting this rn honestly maybe because the target audience is me #so i'll be fine if people dont like it lol but yeah shut up #my ficsssss #shoutout to jas for daring me and sim for hyping me up to post this lol love u guys :))

[manyfandomsonelog]

26 for the writing prompt? if u have time 💛

26. “I’m not gonna let you get yourself killed!”

Title: Not On My Behalf

Ship: Prinxiety (Roman/Virgil)

Word Count: 1,755

TW: Imprisonment, violence mention, death mention, self-sacrifice?, I’m not sure what to tag for this, please inform me of anything I’ve missed

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe: Medieval, Alternate Universe: Fantasy, prince!Roman, knight!Virgil, it’s like a colosseum situation where one of them has to face certain death, unexpectedly angsty, ambiguous ending, open ending, I might add another chapter of people enjoy this one

Summary: After Prince Roman and Sir Virgil are captured by a group of bandits in the woods, they are stuck with one another, for better or for worse. Together, they must find out what exactly the king of bandits has in store for them.

Virgil sat on the dirty, cobblestone floor with his back pressed against Roman’s. The dungeon was dark and damp, and the thick bars of their cell showed no means of escape.

Virgil let out a sigh, “Remind me why you thought that loudly singing in a bandit-infested forest was a good idea?” He asked Roman.

Roman made an offended noise, “How was I supposed to know they were bandit-infested?!”

“I told you to shut up!”

“You always tell me to shut up!”

“..And yet you never listen.” Virgil muttered.

Though they were tied together, Roman managed to elbow Virgil, “I heard that!”

“That was the point, Princey.”

“You can’t address me in that way. You may be a knight, but I’m your prince! I could charge you with treason.”

“I said Princey.”

“That is not a proper form of addressal and you know it! A prince is addressed by your highness or your royal highness- never your majesty, because I’m not-“

“Oh, shut up, Princey.” Virgil said. If he hadn’t known that Roman was joking, he might’ve found a way to punch him.

“There you go again with-”

Just then, the door to the cell opened, causing them both to fall silent, faces hardening. A huge thug dressed in leather armor entered bearing a halberd and a crooked grin.

“Boss wants to talk with you.” He said, entering the cell.

Another thug followed him in, and they untied the rope that bound the two together, hoisting them to their feet. Then, the thugs ushered Roman and Virgil forward, prodding them with their halberds.

“Ow!” Roman yelped.

“Keep your mouth shut.” The second thug told him.

“Finally, someone else says it.” Virgil teased.

“You too!” The first thug barked.

“Alright, alright.” Virgil said.

On the inside, he was terrified. His heart was beating at an alarming rate, and every instinct in his body was screaming bad, bad, bad, bad. But he couldn’t show it. He was a knight. He had to be brave. He had to make it seem like he wasn’t intimidated by them.. even if he really, really was.

Eventually, the thugs led them to a set of double doors, which were opened by two more lackies. Once the doors were open, the thugs pushed Roman and Virgil into a new room. The entrance they had taken led them into what looked like an arena, with dirt on the ground and wooden walls surrounding them on every side. These walls were lined with a grotesque display of bloodied swords and pieces of armor. Around them, on raised platforms, more ruffians and bandits looked down at them, jeering and booing at the sight of them. And, at the head of the room, sat the roughest of them all, a great, muscular man draped in gold and rare furs. He had pale skin, blond hair, and a tangled, once-blond beard, and as the two of them were pushed into the arena, he grinned at them maliciously.

“If it isn’t the pretty prince and his puny knight.” He bellowed. His voice carried through the room, echoing off the walls. “I am Awarnach, King of the Bandits of the Eastern Woods. I welcome you to my arena.”

Thugs and bandits whooped and hooted on all sides, cheering. Virgil felt sick to his stomach. He had heard of places like these, but he had never thought he would find himself in one.

“What do you want from us?!” Roman exclaimed. “I demand to know!”

The crowd around them laughed. Apparently, they found that funny.

The bandit king smiled, waiting for the laughter to die down before he gave his reply, “Entertainment, of course.” He said. “What else?”

“Enter..Entertainment?” Roman repeated. “What exactly does that mean?”

Again, the crowd laughed at him, harsh and cold.

“You’ll see soon enough, your highness.” Awarnach sneered.

He turned to the onlookers, “Now!” He called. “Which of these rats should face first against the beast?”

He motioned to Virgil, “The knight,” There was a weak cheer, and Awarnach grinned.

“Or,” He motioned to Roman, “The prince?” The crowd exploded into wild, bloodthirsty cheers.

Virgil looked at Roman, and was disheartened to see that he appeared to be utterly terrified. His eyes were wide, and he was turning his head from left to right, as if trying to find a way out of the room. Clearly, he hated this just as much as Virgil did.

After the crowd had died down, Awarnach spoke again, “Well!” He said. “It looks like we have our winner! Or should I say.. our loser.” He laughed.

He turned to the two thugs from earlier, “Escort the knight to the stands- it’s his lucky day.”

As the thugs approached Virgil, he took one last look at the wide-eyed terror on Roman’s face, and he made up his mind.

Just as the thugs began to drag him away, Virgil struggled out of their grip and shouted, “WAIT!”

Surprisingly, it worked. Through the stands and all around him, the commotion came to a halt, and all eyes turned to Virgil.

“Let me take his place.” Virgil said. There was an edge of desperation in his voice that he didn’t recognize.

“Virgil, what are you doing?” He heard Roman whisper. He didn’t dare look over to see his expression.

Then, Awarnach laughed, “And why should I allow that, knight?” He asked.

Virgil’s mind raced. Why should he? What leverage did they have against these people? What did they value more than entertainment?

Suddenly, it clicked, “He’s Prince Roman!” Virgil blurted.

Awarnach frowned, “Yes, I know that. That’s rather the point.” He said. “Now, if you’re done-“

“So, you have a prince in your custody, and you’re just going to send him to die? What good is that? Why not get a ransom?”

At first, Awarnach had seemed mildly amused by Virgil’s intervention, then, when he was not sufficiently interesting, he had grown frustrated. However, at the word “ransom”, Awarnach’s entire demeanor shifted.

“A ransom, you say..” He ran a hand through his beard, “Hm..”

Virgil held his breath, and he could feel the crowd doing the same in anticipation of Awarnach’s decision.

Finally, the large man spoke, “You make a good point, knight.” He said. “Tell me, what is your name?”

“..Sir Virgil.”

“Tell me, Sir Virgil, are you truly willing to risk your life for that of this prince?”

Virgil looked him dead in the eyes, “Any day of the week.” He stated. It was the truth.

Awarnach let out a cruel laugh, “Devotion is an admirable trait.” He smirked. “But devotion can get a man killed.”

Virgil’s fists clenched, “Probably.” He said.

Awarnach let out a chuckle. Then, seemingly satisfied by Virgil’s answer, he turned to the crowd.

“The prince shall be held for ransom, and the knight will fight!” He bellowed.

The crowd cheered, and Virgil let out a sigh of relief, which was a bit ridiculous considering he was to be sent to his probable death.

Awarnach motioned to the thugs from earlier, and they stepped away from Virgil, moving towards Roman, instead.

The prince stood in complete shock, unmoving, his mouth agape as he stared at Virgil. However, the moment the thugs grabbed his shoulders, it was as if he had been unpetrified. All at once, he swung into action, jolting forward towards Virgil.

“No! I- You- You can’t- What the hell- No! Virgil, what-?!” He tried desperately to rip himself away from his captors, “Let- go- of- me!” He yelled.

Despite his efforts, Roman failed to break away. He was half the size of the men holding him, and his princely duties hadn’t exactly built up his muscles. As he struggled and yelled, the crowd yet again began to laugh, which only made Roman more angry. Soon enough, Awarnach was laughing, too.

Roman whirled on the bandit king, “Let me fight!” He demanded.

“No.” Awarnach responded. “As your friend here said, you’re worth more to me alive.”

He motioned again to the thugs, and they again tried to drag Roman away, but he continued to kick and yell and make the process as difficult as possible.

The longer he went on, the less and less laughter was drawn from the crowd. Virgil glanced at Awarnach. The man did not look amused anymore. Instead, there was a hard set to his jaw, and his left eye was beginning to twitch. He was getting angry.

If Roman didn’t shut up now, he was going to get them both killed.

Before the prince could say anything else, Virgil was at his side, one hand at his shoulder, “Roman.” He hissed, “You need to stop. There’s too many of them. If you keep this up, you’re only going to make things worse.”

Roman looked at him, his eyebrows tilted upwards, “I- You- Virgil, I- I’m not gonna let you get yourself killed!” He exclaimed. He lowered his voice, “..Especially not on my behalf.”

His words came out pained and cracked, pulling at Virgil’s heartstrings. The way his green eyes were filled with raw fear and anger, as if his entire world was falling apart.. Did he really care that much?

..Did it even matter, if this was the last time Virgil would ever his prince?

Virgil swallowed and looked away, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall. He had to be strong. He couldn’t show weakness. Not now. He was a knight. It was his sworn duty to protect the crown, whatever the cost.

More than that, he cared about Roman, even if he was an annoying, pretentious, cocky, rude, oblivious moron 90% of the time. He cared about Roman more than he cared to admit. If this is what it took to ensure his safety, then Virgil would do it. Whatever challenge he needed to face in this colosseum, whatever beast he needed to fight, he would do it.

Virgil took a deep and forced himself to look at Roman again. Once he was looking at the prince, he took a moment to drink in his entire appearance. His white tunic, smudged with dirt. His bright red sash. His tan skin. Those stupid golden shoulder tassels that Virgil made fun of him for. His chapped lips, pressed into a thin, concerned line. His fucking gorgeous cheekbones. The way that his brown, wavy hair fell perfectly around his face. His long lashes. His deep, green eyes.

Virgil felt something clench in his chest. He squeezed Roman’s shoulder, his prince’s shoulder, and he said, “I’ll try my best not to die.”

#Sanders sides #writing prompt #Prinxiety #medieval au #prince!roman #knight!virgil

[a-kind-of-merry-war]

prompt 74 (any ship) if u want to,, thank u and take care 🐸

“You two make such a cute couple.” “We’re not a couple.” (Ok I admit I changed the wording a little to be more lore-appropriate) 

Okay have the prequel to the angsty one I wrote for @penny-anna

Geralt leant against the make-shift bar and looked out across the town square. A team of women were beginning to prepare for the may-pole dance, untangling the ribbons and tying bouquets to the wooden pole. They were all wearing matching white gowns, the fabric so fine it was virtually transparent, all crowned with flowers and barefoot.

At the other end of the bar was a little gang of young men, all enraptured at the sight before them. One of them was slowly spilling his beer over his shoes as his mug hung limply from his hand. Geralt rolled his eyes, and turned away.

“Geralt!”

Something slammed into him from behind. He glanced over his shoulder as Jaskier flopped onto the bar, his face flushed, his hair standing on end around his head. In his hand he was holding a bunch of sad-looking daffodils.

“Here for the dance, Jaskier? You’re back just in time.”

Jaskier frowned at him. “The what? What’re you…” he turned around and finally caught sight of the may-pole. One of the satin-clad women caught his eye and waved at him. “Oh, that.” He said, dismissively, turning back to the bar, “Hadn’t even crossed my mind.”

Geralt raised his eyebrows at him.

“Honestly!” Jaskier protested, “Not my thing. Not tonight, anyway.” He grinned. “Where’s my mead?”

Geralt gestured with his head to the man working the bar, who’d been equally distracted by the dancing. “Otherwise engaged.”

“For fuck’s…” Jaskier muttered, then yelled down the bar - “Hey! Hey, excuse me! If we could get served before next year’s celebration, thanks! Anyway,” Jaskier sighed, grinning a little lopsidedly, “I decided. You’re far too drab. Now I know what you said about garlands, so…” he held up one of the daffodils. “May I?”

Geralt didn’t have time to respond before Jaskier was tucking the flower behind his ear. His fingers brushed against his skin, tucking his hair back, pressing into his scalp. It sent a little electric shudder down his spine. Jaskier’s fingers lingered on the side of Geralt’s head for just a fraction longer than they needed to.

“There,” he said, smiling softly at him and finally lowering his hand, “Very nice. Perfect for Belleteyn.”

“Hmm.” Geralt glanced at the bouquet of daffodils left on the bar. “Just one thing…”

He swiftly grabbed another of the vibrant flowers and, without pause, slid it behind Jaskier’s ear. He didn’t linger like the bard had done, but Jaskier’s face lit up, the tips of his ears going pink. He was about to say something, when the barman interrupted him.

“Your mead, Sirs. And if I might say; you two make a lovely couple.”

Geralt froze. “We’re not a couple.”

The barman glanced between them, taking in the flowers.

“Right you are, then, sir.” There was something in his tone like doubt, betrayed in the way he raised a single eyebrow, in the way his lip quirked. “A blessed Belleteyn to you both, in any case. May you have an… eventful evening.”

#the witcher #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #ok so this sounds super ominous like the barman is cursing them #he isnt #hes just been to enough of these parties to know what 'we're not a couple' means #and how many 'not a couples' hes had to chase out of his barn at the end of the night #flatlineghost #my fic

[twdeadlysins]

coming soon

here is a list of pieces i am or will be working on in no particular order.  some have titles and summaries. things are subject to change. 

UPDATED: (05/03/2021)

request = ☆ wip = ✎ sequel = ✚ series = ☼ mini series = ♡ my idea = ♔

criminal minds

☆ derek morgan x penelope garcia x reader // if you do would you do a Derek Morgan x Penelope Garcia x Reader where the reader has a bad day and gets hurt and the team finds out that they’re all together and it ends fluffy lovey? 

☆ emily prentiss x adopted!daughter reader // Hi, could you please write an angsty/fluff Emily Prentiss x reader where the reader is her adopted daughter and is having nightmares about losing her mom and is worried about telling Emily because she doesn't want to look weak an be sent back to the system because of it? thanks. 

☆ hotch x teen!reader // hey! i know you're working on a lot rn, but i was wondering if you'd take a request for a hotch x teen!reader? something where maybe the team is trying to interrogate her for information on an unsub but she isn't helping much, until hotch profiles and realizes that it's because she's being abused at home? so then he's the one that's get thought to her (bc he understands bc of his own past)? if you can't or don't want to write it that's totally alright!!

the 100 

✎ ☆ bellamy blake x reader // Hey, if you're still getting a request, Can I have a request? For Season 5, Bellamy and the reader are married and when they come to the world, Mccreary and Diosa Abby and Kane take the reader with them. Mccreary threatens and harasses the reader by harming his friends (like Raven). After a while, the reader manages to escape. When the reader returns, Bellamy finds her bruised, withdrawn, having bad dreams. Then something happens and the reader tells them to cry. Angst, fluff and maybe smut. 😘

the walking dead

✚✎ dixon x reader // i’m not alone (part two) ✚✎ daryl dixon x reader // wildflowers (sequel to despair)

☆ daryl dixon x reader // title: no matter what // summary: when daryl begins to act abnormal, especially towards you, you decide to confront him about it.

☆ daryl dixon x reader // title: calm // summary:  daryl is having nightmares from his stay with the Saviors, and you’re there to help him.

☆ daryl dixon x reader // title: abandoned // summary: daryl left you heartbroken when he chose to be with his brother instead of you and the group. when he comes back during all the chaos, you’re forced to face him and make a decision. 

☆ daryl dixon x reader // title: i miss him too // summary: after you’re reunited with daryl, you tend to the wounds he received when he was a prisoner. you expected him to be scarred from the experience, but you didn’t think he blamed himself for your best friend’s death.

☆ daryl dixon x reader // title: breathe // summary:  a panic attack occurs after you have a vivid nightmare. daryl is right by your side to coach you through it and comfort you. 

☆ daryl dixon x reader // title: right here // summary: the reader is in labor and is terrified, so she asks daryl, the father of her child, for a simple favor.

☆ daryl dixon x reader // title: a new beginning // summary: you and daryl have known each other since you were kids and survived through the abuse you encountered. now you have to survive in a world infested by walkers. when feelings are confessed one night, you share an intimate moment on the farm that is the first for both of you.

☆ daryl dixon x reader // title: safe and sound // summary: you hear daryl crying in his trailer, so you decide to check on him

☆ daryl dixon x adopted daughter!reader // #12 “Are you okay?”,  #13 “Who did this?”, #6 “No one’s going to hurt you.” & #5 “You’re safe now.” - Daryl goes on a run and found an injured reader (M/F). He slowly puts his crossbow down, to show the reader that he means him/her no harm. He then slowly gets a little closer and says #12 & #13. When they don't answer, he moved a little closer. Scared, they moved away. "Hey, hey, hey. #6 #5." He tells them his name and they say theirs. He takes them to Alexandria and takes care of them. The reader could be his adoptive son or daughter.

☆ daryl dixon x single mom!reader // can you please do a Daryl Dixon x female reader. Like the reader is a new person to the prison that Maggie and Glenn brought back with them from a run. The reader has a son and daughter, (u pick the ages) from a previous marriage and Daryl watches her from a far, falling for her. They go on a run and have to hold up for a while (u pick, storm or herd of Walkers) and Daryl finally admits his feeling to the reader. SMUT in the end.

☆ daryl dixon x reader // sparring with daryl (like aaron and jesus in s9)

☆ daryl dixon x reader // daryl stops you from chewing on your fingers all the time

☆ daryl dixon x reader // giving daryl a goodbye letter 

☆ daryl dixon x reader // there is a blizzard and you don’t come back, causing daryl to freak out, but he can’t go out and search for you. Despite how much he loves you and willingly he’d die for you, it would be impossible to find you. You come back a few days/weeks later with a grin on your face.

☆ daryl dixon x reader // you are a savior that’s brave and tough, but keeps to herself. You don’t have friends and are kinda isolated. It’s not that anyone’s mean to you, but they remain at a distant. Over time it starts to hurt

☆ daryl dixon x reader // you feel ignored, feeling like they don’t love you anymore

☆ daryl dixon x reader // Hello !!! Can I have Daryl x reader? Reader has been so caught up in her work that they forget to eat. They get extremely lightheaded and stumble a little. Daryl steadies them and he is worried when he finds out they forgot to eat. While he is making food they faint and land (luckily) on something soft. When he's done, he comes back,at first he thinks that they're just laying down but he kinda freaks out when he realizes that reader is unconscious. ( I forget to eat sometimes) THANK YOU🥺💚

☆ daryl dixon x reader // Hey! I love love LOVE your work and I was hoping you could do a Daryl x reader based on the song “Strawberries and Cigarettes” by Troye Sivan? If you do, thank you so much!! Love your work!  

☆ rick grimes x reader // Hi! Could you please write Rick Grimes x Reader with prompt “Listen to me very closely! You. Are. An. Idiot.”. Where Rick does something reckless and his wife Y/n has to remind him that he can't do dangerous stuff like that because he has family to come back to. Thank you ❤️

♔ ☼ rick grimes x oc  // title: outsider // summary: coming soon; trust me, it’s gonna be GOOD 

☆ unknown pairing x reader // Hi I Seen Your rules I Was wondering can I Send A Request Where Fem Reader Is The Last WereWolf and saves Glenn and Abraham From Getting Killed by Negan. You Can Decline If You don't want to do it it's no problem :) 

marvel 

♡ ☆ bucky barnes x reader // you had to fight to survive everyday with a group of strangers who over the years became your family. when things go awry, you’re transported into another universe where superheroes exist. how will you adapt to a new world without walkers, but most importantly, your family? // crossover with the walking dead

♔ bucky barnes x reader // “that is a staggering amount of parmesan cheese.” “there’s no such thing.”

♔ steve rogers x reader // “my shield is glowing. why is my shield glowing?”

✎ ♔ steve rogers x reader // title: expensive escape // summary: steve gets an unexpected phone call from bucky and y/n 

♔ thor x reader // “that’s definitely not true.” “of course it is. i read it on wikipedia.”

bbc sherlock 

♔ sherlock holmes x reader // “will you be quiet!?” “i didn’t say anything!” “well stop thinking so loud!”

♔ sherlock holmes x reader //  “stop that!” “stop what?” “doing that thing with your face when you’re happy. it’s making me nauseous.”

miscellaneous 

✎ ☆ sherlock holmes x reader x stephen strange // title: double the strange // hey, I hope your requests are open! i was yearning for some strange x sherlock x reader where the smart arses were attempting to one-up each other to win said reader's favour? thank you x

#basically the crown means no one requested it #i either came up with it #saw a prompt or a post and decided to create it into a fic #hope that makes sense #upcoming fics #there are some i didn't add cause idk if ill be able to write it #f.

[weyheyjxlya]

Ｔｉｍｅｌｅｓｓ

*•.¸♡ pairing: asahi azumane x reader

*•.¸♡ genre: sfw | fluff | a lil angsty (hehe) | wc: 2.3k

*•.¸♡ prompt : Amnesia

*•.¸♡ warning: anterograde amnesia | blind panic attack | fist fight | a little cursing

*•.¸♡ a/n : so henlo! been so busy recently but I promise! I’ll continue where I left off You’re Back. so this is my second time writing for a prompt for the server collab of Haikyuu Headquarters. this is a hard one and it is expected to be long so this will have two parts. also, I created a playlist for this in spotify so listen to it as well. so ya, I hope u enjoy this mi lovely people.

also, I just reached 100 and I’m crying because this is a milestone for me. I did not ever expected that I would write for tumblr and here I am enjoying it. so omg thank you very much minna!! ilysm!! <3

[♬• playlist •♬]

part I | part II

Life never felt so good every time you are talking to this specific person over the internet. May it take minutes or hours, error messages, internet connection problems, etc. You both never failed to stall conversations. It's like the world revolved around the two of you. You two found each other's presence like it's the most precious thing in the world. Hands may get tired from making the keys clack and eyes may hurt from looking at the screen for a long time but it's all worth it. Every single word you receive from each other is worth it. It may seem addictive to the eyes of other people but for the two of you, it's like a heaven-sent gift. Both of you are hopeless romantics. Both of you are each other's shoulder when problems set foot into your lives. You found comfort in each other, a loving comfort that made the both of you yearn for each other. Yearning for each other while slowly realizing that the two of you are already falling into the depths of love together. That should've been the case already but there's one thing. One thing that' stopping both of you. Real names and real faces. Recognizing each other by only your original created avatar and usernames made the love stop its way into the battlefield. You don't recognize each other genuinely, doubt, and fear still in place between the two of you. Therefore, one day you both agreed to take it to another level. You both decided to finally meet one another.

02 | 11 | 2018

depressed_epiphany: ha! u got me there

insouciance_flower: well, that's how smart I am lmao

depressed_epiphany: but hey, let's take this to another level. how bout we meet next week?

insouciance_flower: so eager to see my beauty huh?

depressed_epiphany: you disgust me. but how bout the hamaya isobashi next town? I wanna try their foods so badly

insouciance_flower: deal! 7:30 pm it is?

depressed_epiphany: oh yes it is! see you!

insouciance_flower: see you <3 (ew)

02 | 18 | 2018

"Ma, do I look good?" you asked for affirmation as you twirl around in front of the mirror while admiring the frills upon the ends= of your dress

Excitement made its way upon your whole system as today is the day that you'll be seeing the other person that you've been talking for months with. Despite the animosity, you've found tranquility in the hands of the guy with the username "dxpressed_epiphany". For the whole day of wondering, you've been wondering about what's his name, age, height, personality. Is he the same in person or he's just nothing like when he's online. You've been worried about those pieces of information throughout the waiting process for this day to come. What if you wouldn't like each other after meeting up? That would be devastating, you thought. But despite all of those unending thoughts, you've decided to just let it be and go with the flow then walked your way to the driveway to fetch your car.

With trembling hands, you hopped into your car and started it. As you go out of the driveway, your resolution becomes firmer.

"Don't be nervous now Y/N," you scolded yourself

As you got further away from your house, your speed also accelerated. The restaurant's a bit too far from yours so that's why you've decided to drive there an hour earlier, so if in case of loss you can still find your way back again to the right track.  As time pass, roads are getting darker and less crowded. Trees and open fields filled your peripheral view. As the sun makes its way down to exchange places with the moon, your eyes wholeheartedly admired its beauty and followed it, forgetting for a while that you're driving. Just as you put your eyes back on the road, you've noticed that you're going towards the end of the road. So you reflexively stomped on the breaks and shakingly took the wheel and forcefully steered it which made your car turn 360 for plenty of times until you...

~~~

05 | 18 | 2018

"Pa, what am I doing here in this hospital bed?" you asked

"Oh thank God!" your parents sighed as they hug you together tightly as if they lost you

"What am I still lying here for? I'm supposed to be having a date today," you've mentioned

08 | 17 | 2018

As months passed, after being stood up by the girl that he had been hoping for. He received no replies after that day. The program where they had been talking to got out-of-date. And those lead Asahi to who he is right now. Negativity got its way on his system, even if Sugawara karate chops the negativity out of him. He thought there's no way in hell that he'll ever be able to be in a proper relationship anymore. Asahi got into various kinds of relationships and got off with it in just a short time. He thought that there's something wrong with him.

"Why are you still in my mind insouciance flower?" he wondered as he skims through his finished business in his laptop

"Please let me go," he agonized as that day left a mark on his heart that made all of his hopes flew away with the wind. He is certain that that girl would be the one once they would meet. That incident left him in a devastating state as he waited hours for her to arrive in the restaurant. His heart broke and contacted Suga and Daichi later that night as he drank his sorrows away at the nearest pub that they can get laid off to.

As he reviewed all of his thoughts, he came up with a thought of finally letting go with all of his yearnings and hopes that he could once again talk to and meet her for once, even if it's just a coincidental event. He has decided to repeat that day, to do all the things that they were supposed to do, and to go to the place where they're supposed to meet. It's more of a pilgrimage just so he could let go of the sorrow that he had been feeling ever since.

08 | 18 | 2018

Asahi wore the same attire that he wore on that specific date. While readying himself up inside the car, hands are shaking as he grabs the handle of his car as he went down and tidied his clothes as he walked into the restaurant where they're supposed to meet.

Fingers fiddling with the buttons of his cuff links, nervousness crept its way into his system as he recognized some servers that had seen his terrible state from the last 6 months. He came a little later than the actual time that they've agreed together. Eyes scanning throughout the restaurant as he subtly hoped for the last time that he would encounter a coincidental event where he could meet her for once.

~~~

As Asahi continued to scan around the whole restaurant, one subject caught his eyes. It's a lady, alone, has been circling her wine glass ever since, and has been circling her pasta with a fork and made portions of it as she successfully twirled it into mini pyramids of pasta.

He didn't noticed that he had looking at her for quite a while now and got snapped back to reality when he saw the lady stood up from her seat and started walking towards his table, in which he doesn't know because he flinched and returned his gaze over his food. Fear came into him when he felt someone poking him from behind but he slowly turned his head and...

"Hi! Are you my date for today?" you innocently asked the lone guy as you wore your wonderful dress that has the frill that you've wasted your time with as you admire how pretty it is made

"Hi I'm sorry, but I don't think so" he gulped as he continued focusing on his food because your face is too divine to look at it much further

"Oh sorry for disturbing you then," you replied with a courteous smile as you go back to your seat

Thirty minutes have passed since the time that you should've left. Also, you've noticed that the lone guy had been alone for a while, who's just there, aloof and lost in his sight. Devastated, you nonchalantly walked over to him.

"Hi! mind if I just take the other seat?" you inquired

"Sure," he replied and right away, you asked for assistance to transfer your tables from yours to his and started conversing the night away.

~~~

"I've had a great time. Can I see you tomorrow as well Asahi-san?" you asked

"Yes Y/N, same time and place right?" Asahi giddily confirmed

"Yes, see you tomorrow then!" you giggled as you walked out first from the restaurant

Asahi never felt happier as he paid for his bill because for once he forgot his purpose for revisiting this place. He became certain that he finally would get to let go of the insouciance flower.

"Hi, Sir!! Thank you for finally making her enjoy and smile for this night. She had been here for 6 months already but still, thank you!" the staff at the counter thanked wholeheartedly

"You're welcome?" Asahi replied as he can't register what's inside the all of the sudden gratitude of the staff but he just brushed it off and started walking towards the car

08 | 19 | 2018

"Hi, Y/N!!" Asahi blurted as he walked towards your direction

"Uhh hello? I'm sorry but I don't think I know you?" you replied as you wondered how did this guy get to know who you are. You've thought for a moment that this stranger just saw your name from a name tag or something, so you've checked yourself and your table if there's any but there's none. How did this guy even got your name?

"Uhm but we just talked yesterday, we even got to agree to meet here again after yesterday," he mentioned while you noticed that he shakingly fiddles with his fingers

"I'm sorry, but as long as I can remember, I was picking out a dress with my mom yesterday. Don't you think you're just mistaken?" you justified

"But what just happened yesterday? I know I'm not mistaken, it's you. I remember perfectly just how beautiful you are," he replied

"Hi, I appreciate the compliment but the thing that I don't appreciate is flirting with someone I just met," you replied with a straight face

"But," he replied, and before he gets to explain himself more staff that he recognized from 6 months ago approached him and dragged him out of the restaurant.

~~~

"Hi, sir! I've heard that my staff yesterday thanked you but I want you to please dismiss it and I hope you just don't meddle with Y/N-chan anymore. She's a special case. So please sir! could you please just stop it here." the staff that looked like the head one pleaded and bowed

"I'm very sorry to hear about that but I just can't. Before I would give you a yes to your request if you could just please explain to me why she's a special case?" Asahi begged as his hopes are being crushed furthermore

"Well if that's the only way to stop you. Everyone in this restaurant and the community knows about her case. Y/N-chan has anterograde amnesia meaning she cannot create new memories right from the event when the accident happened. So after she sleeps the night off, all memories from today will be erased. So every day she always thinks that it's still Sunday and she has a date for tonight. It's the same routine for 3 months now, she had the accident 6 months ago and they've mentioned that she has a date in this restaurant back from that day. But on the way here, the accident happened. So to prevent her from knowing everything and to blind panic, her family mentioned to us to just don't mind her when she's doing the same routine every single day,"

"6 months ago right? can you please provide me what Sunday that day is and the time that she usually goes here," Asahi pleaded as he's realizing something from the sudden shock of tonight's event

"Yes, it's February 18, the year of 2018. She mentioned that she goes here one hour early from the actual time of her date to prevent her from getting lost so it's 6:30 pm" the staff answered

"I think I got all the details that I need. Thank you very much!" Asahi thanked the staff wholeheartedly but got his heart to soften as he believed and realized one thing. It was you. You are insouciance_flower. The one that he had been waiting for. The one that he loved dearly over the animosity. So that is the reason why he forgot things yesterday because you had met his vibes and taste. It is you.

Asahi blankly walked to his car and drove home as this sudden news hit him so bad. His heart was filled with guilt. Blaming himself why you got involved in an accident.

The idea of giving up from meeting you came to him once, but he persisted. Persisted to make it up to you. He absorbed Sugawara's words from 5 years ago that he needs to get rid of that "negative goatee" in himself. He would do everything to meet you up every night so that he could fulfill that agreement that you two made before you got into that accident. He would do everything even if every single day and effort would be disregarded as you'll soon as you sleep and forget about it. That is his resolution and will be his only resolution to make it up to you.

Meanwhile. back from the restaurant. The head staff contacted your parents as this sudden threat to their daughter came.

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Hiiii can u do some angst w/ prompt #12???? Rafe x reader 😻😻😻 i love me some rafe angst what can i say

12- “H-how long have you been standing there?” - “Long enough.”

angsty mentions of anxiety and dependency under the cut

you were only slightly tipsy, stealing wine here and there with sarah, both of you laughing uncontrollably every time you came to a close call. once it was ward, who sent you a skeptical look despite him knowing exactly what you were doing. 

another was topper, who looked at the two of you weirdly when you burst into laughter, just before you snatched the bottle from behind sarah’s back so she could talk to topper for the moment. 

you turned around, giving the couple a bit of space to talk about whatever they needed to discuss. you looked out at the crowd surrounding the building, some dancing and laughing, some talking about serious matters such as business or something they didn’t care to be talking about. 

you hadn’t seen your boyfriend all night, but you didn’t think much of it. actually, you did see him for a few minutes at the beginning of the event, but after his first drink he was gone, whisked away by kelce and a few other boys you didn’t care for. 

so sarah kept you company all night, killing two birds with one stone since she would’ve done anything that wasn’t talking to topper. you two danced with wheezie and talked to a few girls from school, but now you were standing against a pillar with a half empty bottle of wine, waiting for something interesting to come along. 

when sarah told you she was going to run off somewhere with topper, whispering to keep an eye on your phone for a ‘rescue me’ message that you’d likely receive sooner rather than later, you sighed. you left your spot and walked inside, looking for quite literally anybody you knew that you could actually stand. 

it seemed a bit cliche, to walk by a room that had boys piled inside of it where your boyfriend seemed to be giving a speech on how you were getting on his nerves lately. you being drunk more often than not, but refusing to do bumps alongside him was getting annoying. the fact that you defended the pogues made him feel like you were falling for their dirty pogue charm, which also annoyed him. 

you had been standing just around the corner, back pressed to the wall as you took swigs of the wine to drown the feelings bubbling inside of you. your eyes were filling with tears, but you did you best to keep them at bay. 

“if she bothers you so much then get rid of her, man. don’t let a bitch bring you down like that.” rafe scoffed, looking down at the glass in his hands that held a suddenly interesting liquid. 

“i don’t know how to break it to her. she’s so fragile, it feels like i’m carrying glass around all day. not to mention the way she practically depends on me for everything.” you scoffed then, unfortunately loud enough to be heard inside of the room. 

“fuck me.” rafe whispered softly, setting his glass down and walking out of the room to see his teary eyed girlfriend downing a bottle of wine while she eavesdropped. “h-how long have you been standing there?” 

your eyes met, and as if the tint in your cheeks and the tears in your eyes didn’t give it away, the tone in your voice definitely did it. 

“long enough.” you pushed the bottle of wine into his chest, which he quickly grabbed onto before you walked past him, shoulders colliding in a purposeful manner. 

“baby, wait-”

“don’t bother rafe. you did exactly what you wanted to do without having to ‘break it’ to me. you got what you wanted, okay?” you kept walking, but rafe was obviously faster than you, grabbing your elbow and twisting you around before you could slap his hand away from you. 

“just listen, okay? i didn’t mean that shit.”

“oh bullshit, rafe. you didn’t want to tell the fragile little girl that you’re too good for her, right? that she’s not the carefree party girl you’ve dreamt about since you were a prepubescent boy. you don’t want to deal with an anxiety ridden, emotionally fragile girl that can’t hang with the boys. that’s what you want, right?” he stared at you, his eyes saying more than his lips, that were clamped shut in effect of his lack of ability to voice his feelings. 

you nodded once, chewing on your tongue before spinning on your feet again and walking to the end of the hall, towards the doors that would lead you outside. 

“y/n, wait!” 

“we’re done, rafe. you can go find another girl that doesn’t have problems for you to deal with.” you turned around once you reached the end of the hall, hand clasped onto the door handle. 

your eyes met, and he swears he saw the single tear falling down your cheek seemingly perfectly. you shook your head again, only giving him a second to say something and when he didn’t, you were gone. 

sarah got a ‘rescue me’ text first that night. 

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