#sank u sm I love writing and i love writing with you

[cambion-companion]

i know you’ve written a lot of drunk reader stuff butttt i love it sm especially the way u capture readers interactions w aemond. Could you write a fic about aemond being the drunk one?? maybe he’s let aegon have to much influence lately? thanks ! 🥰

We shall do a little switcheroo from tradition haha Aemond has gotten a little tipsy (as I headcanon he would not desire to become fully hammered) while reveling with his brother and wife in the dining hall.

So I haven't written Aemond as being tipsy/drunk before...and he kinda took the reins on this one. Enjoy! It gets a little sad but...he wouldn't be a silly drunk that's for sure.

Aemond x wife!reader | tipsy Aemond | fluff

"Another toast!" Aegon raised his goblet high, almost letting it slip through his fumbling fingers. "To our Strong nephews!"

"Aegon." You groaned, massaging your temples. "That's the seventh one."

"To Jace, Luke and Joffrey!" Aemond rose from his seat once more, supporting himself with a palm against the table's surface as he toasted the empty dining room. "The wisest and strongest of our family!"

"Aemond."

Your husband didn't heed your chiding tone as he drained his seventh goblet of wine while Aegon cheered him on. You shot the eldest brother a reproving glare, his face falling comically when he met your narrowed eyes. "Don't blame me!" Aegon shrugged. "My brother needs little encouragement when it comes to making godsawful puns."

Aemond sank gracelessly back into his armchair, tapping his long fingers against his iron goblet. You stood, moving to his side and coaxing the cup from his grip. "Come, my drunken dragon." You teased lightly. "It is time for sleep."

"If 'sleep' is what you call it." Aegon chuckled into his goblet, almost choking on his own drink.

"Gods, Aegon. First you get my husband drunk, then you make terrible jokes."

"He's not drunk." Aegon tittered, looking across at Aemond's flushed face. "I'm sure he'd still perform...to your satisfaction."

"Isn't there a kitchen maid you want to go harass?" You sneered at the prince, your hands coming to rest defiantly on your hips.

"Y/N..." Aemond warned softly, unheeded by both you and Aegon.

"I don't harass them." Aegon rolled his eyes, leaning back so hard in his chair it almost tipped over. "I am an excellent lover."

You actually laughed, throwing your head back with the force of it. "You?" Tears of mirth began to form in your eyes. You even heard a low chuckle from Aemond. "I would bet good money that you haven't made a woman orgasm once."

Aegon stood abruptly as well, his face reddening with anger. You hadn't notice Aemond until he smoothly stepped in between you and his brother, his back to you. Even though your husband was clearly tipsy, his stance was still protective.

Aegon looked at you over Aemond's shoulder, then back into the face of his younger brother. Aemond didn't utter a word, just stood in front of you until Aegon sunk sulkily back into his seat, refilling his goblet of wine.

You walked beside Aemond, wrapping your arm around his waist, his own hand coming to grip at your arm for support. You let him out of the room and into the labyrinthine corridors of the Red Keep, making slow progress back to your chambers.

"You shouldn't antagonize him." Aemond said slowly, his words slightly slurred.

"He should leave the women in this castle alone." You snapped, a little sharply.

"I worry for your safety above all else." Aemond continued as though he hadn't heard you. "My brother can be vindictive."

"I don't fear Aegon."

Your husband was silent a moment. "I know."

You reached your rooms, sighing in relief at the warmth coming from a brand-new fire within your stone hearth. You helped Aemond sit upon the sofa, kneeling before him to unlace his boots. He swayed a little where he sat, bracing himself with his hands as his violet eye roved your features. "You are fierce." He murmured after a minute's silence.

You grinned at him, tugging his boots free and setting them upon the ground. "Am I?"

"Mm." Aemond leaned forward, his silver hair falling over his shoulders to tickle your chest. "And beautiful."

He brought his lips down to meet yours briefly. "And clever."

He kissed you again, tasting of buttered rum. "You are everything I want."

You smiled, kissing the tip of his nose as you reached around to unbuckle the leather eyepatch, setting it to rest on the cushions beside him. Aemond's sapphire eye caught the flickering firelight and glittered brilliantly. You undid his hair, carding your fingers through the silken strands as it fell loose about his angular face.

Aemond leaned into your touch, his lilac eye fluttering closed as you continued to massage his scalp. "You are divine, Y/N." His own fingers began muddling with the laces at your corset. "Marry me."

"We've been married for two years, Aemond." You giggled, his hands making slow work freeing you from the confines of your dress.

"Marry me again."

You laughed brightly, your voice mingling with his own low chuckle as Aemond caught your lips again with his, molding his mouth to yours with heated intent.

"Tomorrow." You batted his hands gently away from your back and expertly unlaced yourself out of your dress. "I promise I will marry you again after you sleep off all the toasts you made this evening."

"They were good, weren't they?" Aemond mused, leaning back upon the sofa looking satisfied as his gaze roamed the curves of your body appreciatively.

"I'd call it a strong start." You eyed him for a reaction, your smile broadening as he laughed at your bad joke.

"Very good! They make it too easy."

You laughed together, lapsing into an easy silence, letting out quiet giggles every now and then as you thought about more strong puns.

"Y/N?"

"Yes?"

"You love me, do you not?"

Aemond's voice was small. You looked at him in surprise, thrown by the change in his demeanor. He was looking at you with an earnest, almost vulnerable expression, his hands tightening where they rested atop his thighs.

"Of course I love you!" You tried to lighten the mood back up, touching knee lightly. "I wouldn't have married you otherwise."

"You will always love me?"

"Aemond." You moved from your place on the floor, rising to sit flush beside him, almost in resting in his lap. You gazed intently into his upturned face, brushing your nose to his. "I will never stop loving you. Even when we are gone and only dust remains, I will still love you."

He was silent, his bleary eye fixed on a point over your shoulder.

You took his face in your hands, kissing the corner of his mouth. Aemond responded, grasping your waist with his large hands. "You are the best thing that's happened to me, Aemond."

"Does that mean you won't cancel our wedding tomorrow?" Aemond smiled weakly, rubbing circles into your flesh through your thin undergarment.

"I wouldn't dream of it." You pressed your forehead to his before pulling him to rest against your chest, your head atop his own. "I would wed you a thousand times, in a thousand lifetimes."

"Y/N..." His voice was a whisper. "You are my soul's desire."

Your arms tightened around him in response as you fought back a welling of emotion behind your eyes. You kissed his crown, rocking your entwined bodies soothingly, already feeling his breathing against you deepening.

It did not take Aemond long to fall into slumber, inebriated as he was from all the wine he'd had. After many minutes of you holding his sleeping form, your hands smoothing through his hair as you breathed in the scent of him.

Slowly, carefully, you extricated yourself from your husband, laying him gently down upon the cushions of the sofa. You retrieved a blanket from the bed, laying it over him and tucking him in. You took your time, your heart about to burst with the overwhelming love you felt for the man before you. You lingered at his side, admiring his sleeping profile in the firelight.

You brushed away a stray strand of shimmering hair from his face, loathe to turn your gaze away. Eventually your own exhaustion caused your eyes to grow heavy and you sunk to the floor beside the sofa, propping your head on your forearms, still drinking in Aemond's sharp features. As the fire slowly died leaving behind burning orange embers, you slipped away into dreams, your head resting atop your arms, kneeling beside your sleeping husband.

#aemond fluff #aemond x reader #aemond imagine #aemond drabble #aemond x you #aemond x y/n #aemond x fem!reader #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #pro aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen fluff #hotd aemond x reader #aemond fanfiction #aemond one eye x reader #aemond hotd #prince aemond x reader #house of the dragon aemond #aemond fanfic #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen x y/n #aemond stannies #aemond one eye #hotd fanfic #hotd fic #prince aemond targaryen #prince aemond

[joshusten]

love the sinner (albus york/faith koria, bastard warrior || good boy audios)

Albus York takes a bath and Faithful washes his hair. (angst, slight argument, hurt/comfort)

2.2k+ words [ao3 link] [masterlist] [CW/notes: religious imagery ofc (this fic was basically an excuse to write that), typical albus york language, lots of self-loathing and some suicidal thoughts. albus is just having a bad time but hes also so whipped for faithful. speaking of her, i didnt make faith's physical descriptions vague or made it so that she's a "listener" but rather a character of her own! and i based it off of gba's description of her + my own interpretation hehe.]

once again THANK YOU SO SO MUCH to @slushiepizza for all the AMAZING suggestions and support like omfg i SWEAR i keep on saying this but this fic rlly wouldnt be finished without them!! i appreciate it sm!! and im shaking and kissing my irls that ive also bothered with this fic that will probably not see this THANK U SM!! edit: I FORGOT THE FUCKING READ MORE LMFAO

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Albus York steadily sank into the half-filled tub of one of the ship’s quarters—stripped of his clothes, and left bare to no witness.

Gentle waves of the bathwater rippled against hardened, battle-torn skin. He dementedly mused that if he could go down further, he might finally drown. 

He chuckled at the thought, shifted his position, and got to work. It's been a while since he last had an actual bath—way before he even agreed to this suicide mission of an adventure—with warm soapy water and scented products.

The constant near-death experiences and whatnot had interrupted the trio to get any time for themselves, much less to do any sort of basic hygiene. Since the route Devlin had charted for the ship to follow allowed for ample downtime, the Forgemaster had practically shoved his younger half-brother into the common bathroom and forced him to take a much-needed bath (Of course, not without a snobby comment about how his stench matched his personality perfectly well.)

Albus’ inexperience was made clearer with the stiff, awkward motion of his large, calloused hands as he attempted to wash himself. The unpracticed movement made the unfamiliarity of it all fully realized. How long has it been since he felt this safe? Does he even remember how to take care of himself?

Does someone like him even deserve this luxury?

The warrior submerged himself lower, down until his eyes were right above water level. He was thinking again. It was all that he had been doing for the past hour. If the gods wouldn't allow him to drown, then he hoped that the water would at least cleanse the grime and sin embedded into his flesh.

But he knew that filth clung to his skin like how a believer clings to the idea of repentance. No matter how hard—how desperately—he scrubbed (until pale skin turned into blood red, until rough turned rougher), it was all pointless. He had learned long ago that a bastard's prayers were never left answered. 

The mark on his chest was a bleak reminder of that reality. Damnation was basically his birthright. Albus York was dead the moment he came out of his mother’s womb—dead to his family, dead to society. 

Cursed to hell for being sin itself.

Life had a funny way to remind him—that goodness is something he can be in the presence of but never be a part of it.

"Albus?"

Speak of the devil, his ever-so-naive angel had arrived.

“Albus? Hello?”

Tender, serene, heavenly.

The voice was melodic—like the somber hymns he used to hear in his youth when his mother would take him into the temple and meet with her fellow brothers and sisters. At that time, he always felt drawn to the choir’s performance, despite not being old enough to understand the words (not that he was any more literate in the present). Back then, he was just a kid, blissfully unaware of the blasphemy he had committed for existing. 

He had grown since then—in every aspect of the word.

"Albus! Are you still in there?"

A deep grunt, muffled slosh of water, and the pitter-patter of droplets on the tiled surface were all that Faith Koria had heard from the other side of the metal door before a familiar, gruff voice answered back.

"Calm ya tits, woman. I knew you were eager to see my dick but I never knew you were this eager!" 

The outside replied with an annoyed groan, a sound Albus was all too familiar with, especially when it came from her. That being said, he couldn't fight the smile forming on his lips as he hastily dried himself up with a nearby towel.

"You've been using the bathroom for more than an hour, just what are you doing in there? Some people want to get cleaned up too, you know!”

The metal door swiftly slid open with a sudden 'woosh!', hot steam dissipating before the runaway nun to reveal Albus’ tall stature, half-naked and slightly dripping wet. Faith frantically averted her eyes on instinct, ears immediately burning with embarrassment. It wasn’t like it was her first time seeing him undressed—for gods’ sake, she treated his wounds like this when they first met! But to have him fresh out of a bath with his toned body exposed and his dampened long hair was—Wait! His hair!

"Alright, alright! I’m out, ya happy? I’m decent too so you don’t have to be a prude about it,” The bastard huffed, a little irritated with how his peaceful bath (or at least, as peaceful as it could be) was abruptly cut short.  

“Albus, your hair!”

The man scrunched up his face in confusion.  He gathered one of his dark locks and examined it with an intense focus. “Huh? Looks fine to me. What, you're not expecting me to be all prim and proper now, are you?”

“No, no, no! It's all matted and uneven!” The woman replied with a horrified concern in her voice that was rare for the warrior to hear directed at him.“It’s probably from all those monster attacks. Some of them must’ve managed to get to your hair! How long has it been like this? Does it hurt? Do you even have shampoo?”

“Uh…what’s that?”

“Ugh, never mind. Just—” Before Albus could process what was happening, Faith grabbed his arm with a surprisingly strong grip for a nun. She dragged him down near the bathtub he just got out of. He can even hear the water still slowly swirling down the drain. 

“Faithful, what are you—” 

“Stay right here. You got that, York? I’m just going to get something and I don't want you to move a muscle.”

A deep chuckle resonated within the man’s scarred chest—he always enjoyed it when she got this bossy. He gave her a mock salute and answered with a hearty “Yes, ma’am!”

The sister paladin made a face, letting out a flustered huff before hurrying to wherever she needed to be. So cute.

Albus had put on his clothes at this point while he waited (lest he risked Faithful suffering from a heart attack). A few minutes had passed by when she returned with a rather large pouch that Albus recognized was packed with the rest of her belongings. He deduced it must've been from her childhood with how worn down the embroidery was. Once vibrant floral patterns dulled from years of usage.

“Lean back by the bathtub,” Faith instructed. “I’m going to start detangling your hair. I might cut off some of the more unsalvageable parts too. If anything hurts or if I snagged on it too hard just let me know, okay?”

“Okay,” The man repeated simply, not really knowing how to react to all of the amount of consideration he was receiving. Abrasiveness was what he was more used to responding to, not the care that she unabashedly gave him.

She beamed brightly at his compliance (and no, his heart did not just skip a beat), soft hands found their way to his head and started brushing away the more manageable tangles before using a wide-tooth comb for the bigger ones. Despite the numerous warnings, her fingers were nowhere near to being rough. She was as gentle as a lamb—her slow brushstrokes eventually formed a rhythm that filled in the silence of the room. Albus decided to break the comfortable atmosphere.

“How are you so good with this shit?” He mumbled, voice heavy with drowsiness. Fuck, he felt like he could sleep until his next life. “Never knew sisters of Cindergorn get to be part-time hairdressers too.”

Even with his sluggish state, Albus could almost sense the nun’s eyes rolling above him, brushing out his hair with a slightly more forceful than usual tug.

“I'm the one usually taking care of the children at the temple. I’m used to seeing this kind of stuff whenever they play too hard. Obviously not on this level but you get the gist.” Faith snipped off the last of a particularly challenging knot. 

“I've also been doing my own hair ever since I was a kid, so really, it's like second nature to me at this point,” she followed up, running her fingers through his hair with a satisfied nod.

Now that Albus thought about it, he had seen Faithful braiding herself earlier on their journey when they had just…tastefully borrowed the flagship meant for his father. He remembered swift, practiced hands twisting sections after sections of dark, coiled hair and had mentioned in passing how it was a hairstyle she often did to withstand the Eastern Faithlands' harsher seasons (Fortunately, it also turned out to be great for going-on-a-quest-to-kill-your-priest-brother-and-save-a-child seasons too.)

Faith’s hands suddenly paused. Before the man could ask if something was wrong, she signaled him to stay still while she rummaged through the pouch to get a small bottle. She squeezed a moderate amount of product into her palm and spread it evenly. As she was about to apply the substance to his head, Albus jerked away, quickly stopping her hand with his own as a furrow formed on his thick brows.

“Faithful,” He chuckled. “Please, I’m a warrior. You don’t need to waste your fancy shit on me. My hair’s going to get fucked up again eventually so what’s the point?” 

Faith struggled to wriggle herself out of his grasp. “Wha–Albus, it’s fine!” 

“No, Faithful, I’m serious. It’s just hair. Hell, it’s my hair. Relax.” The man sat up straighter at this point, the water from his long, damp hair trickling down along the scarred tissue of his back but it was the intensity in those familiar brown eyes that made him feel a chill.

“And I told you it’s fine just let me—”

“Why are you making it a big fuckin’ deal? What do you want from me?” 

“What?” Faith’s voice cracked, appalled and confused. “Albus, what are you even talking about? I’m not asking for anything—”

“I’m just a bastard you hired to kill your brother! I was paid to do the dirty work for you, not to be your fucking toy—”

“Albus, wha—Y–You’re not a toy! Why do you—”

“If I’m not then why are you being like this to me? There’s a catch—there’s always a fucking catch. So what the fuck do you want from me?”

The nun managed to finally yank her hand away from his harsh grip and angrily slammed at the smooth surface of the tub.

“I just want you to stop being stubborn for once and let me do this for you!” 

The silence that followed between them felt suffocating.

Faith’s breath hitched, shocked by her outburst. She immediately straightened up her posture only to look down shamefully at the tiled floor. A shaky sigh left her lips, and Albus was doing everything in his power to stop himself from reaching out to her, seeking salvation he knew she shouldn’t give him because he was not sorry that he was like this. He wasn’t afraid to show his filth to the world because it was all he knew to do—all he was taught to do. There’s no excuse, no justification, no escape. She’s everything good and he’s just scum or worse yet—he’s a bastard. 

Because she’s an angel and he’s far worse than the devil.

“This isn't anything all that fancy…just something to keep it healthy and less stressful on your scalp. I just want you to feel okay. So please…” She trailed off. “Let me.”

“It’s…It’s just hair, Faithful. I’ll be okay, I’m a big boy,” Albus joked, but his words were sincere. He almost found the whole thing amusing—having the ever-so-snappy sister paladin fuss over him—if he didn’t get a feel for how much…his comfort seemed to mean a lot to her.

Faith pursed her lips, her gaze still fixed downward. “I just think…you deserve at least one good hair day.”

It's that word again. Deserve. Does she really think that? That he's worthy of all of this?

The man cleared his throat with a curt nod. Hesitantly, the nun's fingers slowly found their way back to the crown of his head, resuming whatever she was supposed to do. Steady, rhythmic brushstrokes filled the quiet once again. 

After what felt like hours of stillness, the bastard dared himself to shift his head and face her timidly—as if he was afraid he could melt under her piercing gaze.

"Thank you, for…for this," Albus grunted. He hadn't only meant for his hair.

Faith graced him with a dimpled smile—the one that made her eyes squint and showed the tiniest bit of the gap between her front teeth. She proceeded to tuck away a stray lock behind his ear, trailing down to hover over his cheek. Albus can practically feel the nervous tremble on her fingers as if she were hesitating on something. It all came to nothing in the end, closing her hands in a fist before withdrawing to her pouch to start cleaning up.

“Anytime, Albus. Besides, with how you always manage to find yourself in trouble,” the sister murmured, her voice playful (it never failed to leave Albus’ mind racing). Her eyes glinted as they locked into his almost like clockwork. “How can I not?”

Albus York sat by the empty bathtub of the ship’s quarters—fully clothed yet he had felt the most bare that he had ever been in front of someone. 

Faith smiled at him again and he swore he could make out the faintest halo crowning her head under the fluorescent bathroom light. ---- a/n: this is probably my most favorite fic that i wrote and i hope you enjoyed! lemme tell u this fic took way to long and got me so stressed for no reason idk ! i was worrying abt how this would happen in the timeline and all the lil details and then !! its a fic!! and im suppose to be having fun!! i am being self-indulgent!! (although i hope was able to characterize them well) again, feedback and comments r highly appreciated!! :DD have a good day/night and thank you for reading!!

#good boy audios #gba albus #albus york #gba bastard warrior #gba faithful #gba fanfic #THIS TOOK WAY TOO LOOOOOONG BUT ITS FINISHED see you guys next year /j

[cherryrainn]

can i request gn!reader comforting a mentally ill once-ler/greed-ler (given once-ler’s emotionally abusive childhood) and the stresses of biggering? thank u sm <3

━━ ✧ 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

─ ✩ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ; greedler + reader

─ ✩ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ; i love this so much omg thankyouthankyou i love this AHGHGH I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS!!

─ ✩ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; mental health struggles, pressure to succeed, manipulation, emotional exhaustion

onceler was hunched over his desk, surrounded by sketches and plans for his latest business venture. the weight of his past and the pressures of biggering were taking a toll on his mental health, evident in the weariness etched across his face.

sensing his struggle, you approached him with a gentle demeanor. "hey," you said softly, "mind if i sit down?"

onceler glanced up, his eyes reflecting a mix of anxiety and exhaustion. "sure, i guess," he replied, his guard visibly lowered.

taking a seat on his desk, you noticed the turmoil in his eyes. "you've been pushing yourself so hard," you said softly, your tone filled with empathy. "it's okay to take a break, you know?"

his gaze softened at your words. "i don't know how to take a break," he sighed, glancing away from you. "i feel like if i stop moving for even a second, everything’s gonna fall apart."

your expression softened with concern. "you don't have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders, you know? you're just one person. it's okay to ask for help, and it's okay to take care of yourself too."

he looked down for a moment before speaking again, his voice carrying a mix of vulnerability and sadness. "you don't understand. it's not just about success. it's about making her proud."

"her?" you inquired gently.

"yeah, my mom," he admitted, a distant look in his eyes. "she was never proud of me before. now, with the business and everything, she finally is. i need it to stay that way."

your heart sank at his words, poor thing just wanted to make his mama proud.

gathering your courage, you looked him in the eyes, determined to offer some clarity amidst his trouble. "the thing is," you began gently, "sometimes people have their own agendas. your mom... she might be using you, manipulating your need for approval to serve her-"

his eyes widened in disbelief, a mix of anger and confusion flashing across his face, he cut you off. "you don't understand," he retorted defensively, rising from his seat. "she's my mom. she wouldn't do that."

but as he stood there, the weight of his emotions crashing down on him, you saw the exhaustion in his eyes. "i know it's hard to see," you continued softly, trying to break through his defenses. "but sometimes, the people we trust the most can hurt us in ways we don't expect"

feeling overwhelmed, onceler walked over to his balcony, looking down as if searching for answers amidst the chaos of his thoughts. the scape below seemed distant, a reflection of the disconnect he felt from his own life and choices.

looking over the edge, he sighed to himself, his inner torment slowly draining away for a moment as he stared out at the vast expanse. but after a few seconds of quiet contemplation, another troubling thought dawned on him.

everything he'd hurt to get this far… the way he'd been blind to his own shortcomings, focusing only on his desire for recognition and success. suddenly, he felt a swell of regret and shame, a burning inside of him that made his stomach tighten.

you approached cautiously, giving him space but wanting to be there for him. "look," you began, keeping your tone straightforward, "i get it. family stuff is complicated. but you've got to think about what's best for you too."

his gaze settled on the horizon as he tried to absorb your words. "i don't know." he mumbled.

you leaned in, your concern evident. "you can't keep running on empty," you said firmly. "you're human, not a machine. it's okay to need a breather."

he looked at you, his eyes reflecting a mix of confusion and weariness. "i don't know," he admitted again, his voice barely above a whisper. "i don't even know where to start."

you offered a small, understanding smile. "that's okay. we can figure it out together. it doesn't have to be all or nothing."

as he processed your words, you could see a flicker of realization in his eyes. the weight of his responsibilities and expectations began to ease, if only for a moment.

feeling the heaviness in the air, you decided to give him some space. "i'll be here whenever you're ready to talk or figure things out," you said, standing up and heading towards the door.

but as you reached for the doorknob, you felt a gentle touch on your arm. turning back, you saw him looking at you with a mix of gratitude and exhaustion. without a word, he leaned on you.

"i... i don't know if i can do this alone."

you nodded, your heart going out to him. "you don't have to. i'm here for you, okay?"

"okay. thanks.. y/n." he mumbled, his voice barely audible.

"yeah."

#GREEDLER #onceler #the lorax #y/n #reader insert #x reader #ask #onceler x reader #greedler x reader #fluff #angst #lorax 2012 #the lorax 2012 #the onceler #onceler fandom #im dead

[uramilf]

hi! I love your writing sm. can I req this it's based on a tiktok I saw and thought it'd be cute. so basically y/n singing taylor's new song you're losing me esp the bridge! and matty is concerned like "we're okay right? you've been singing that song with much passion" or something like that! I just really thought it would be cute thank u so much

Ok I decided to turn this one into a proper imagine where the reader is a popular solo artist who misses her rockstar boyfriend and literally sat up until 3am working on it because i loved the idea so fucking much, thank you anon <3

Warnings: Angst and sadness but happy ending I promise

You're Losing Me

Y/n Y/l/n was sitting alone in her dressing room cross legged on a battered sofa. She had just received a message from her friend George to inform her that The 1975 had performed their last show of their tour and were flying back to London the very next morning. He also dropped in that Matty was excited to see her again and couldn't wait to get home. She hadn't bothered to respond. Why couldn't Matty have told her that himself? Her heart sank on remembering that although Matty was finishing his tour, she was just beginning hers. She would spend one night with him in their shared house before flying to the USA and wouldn't return for several weeks. Y/n felt empty, as she had since Matty left. She looked up to realise that she wasn't alone at all; in fact the dressing room was full of people refilling her water bottles, fixing the order of her costumes for quick changes, ensuring the setlist was right. But still, the crushing loneliness got to her. She doubted that it would be remedied in twenty minutes when the crowd of 15,000 people were screaming her name. She was right.

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Exactly 24 hours later, Y/n lay in her boyfriend's arms, thrilled to have him home but heart not feeling any lighter. She could feel them pulling apart from each other, the demanding schedules their careers presented them with tearing apart the best relationship either of them had ever been in. Even as Matty stroked her hair and pressed soft kisses to her forehead, she was fighting to keep a smile on her face. She wanted to burst into tears and tell him she needed him. She needed to be with him all the time, not just sometimes. She needed to fall into his arms the second she came offstage. She needed to feel as though their relationship wasn't a liability. When Y/n left Matty in bed to use the bathroom, he started to scroll Twitter and look for videos of his girl's first show of her tour. He came across one that already had thousands upon thousands of views. It was captioned "Y/n Y/l/n cover Taylor Swift's "You're Losing Me" at her London show last night". He clicked and started watching. His girlfriend sounded angelic as usual, but he didn't feel like he was watching a video of her usual happy, performance-loving self. The girl on his screen was breaking from the inside out. The passion she was singing with was gave her the image of someone who undeniably related to what she was singing. She wasn't just covering a popular song. He could tell she meant it. He listened closely to the lyrics; "And I wouldn't marry me either, a pathological people pleaser", "Do something babe, say something." Matty's heart was in his throat as he realised that there was a reason she had chosen the song. Did she think he didn't love her anymore? Had she been hoping for the next step in their relationship? Was he really losing her?

Y/n re-entered the room to see Matty, phone in hand, with a tear slipping down his cheek. "What's wrong, baby? Aren't you happy to be home?" "Are we ok, Y/n?" Matty whispered. "What? Of course we are. What's brought this on, love?" "The song. Last night. I know you didn't write it but you just sang it with so much passion, I couldn't help but feel like there's something you're not telling me." Y/n looked at his phone and was overcome with guilt. He understood that she had been singing to him. She took Matty's face in her hands and swiped away a tear gently with her thumb. "I'm sorry, Matty. But I just felt like I related to the song so much. I couldn't help but feel like we drifted apart while you were on tour. We were barely speaking by the last few weeks of it. I just needed you here, and honestly I did feel like you were losing me." Matty's sobs didn't stop. "Are you saying you want to break up with me because I'm away too much?" "No! Of course not baby, I couldn't imagine breaking up with you for the world. You are all I want in life. I promise. But I just don't know how to do this long distance thing anymore. I need us to be together." "Y/n, darling, I know. I'm dreading tomorrow. In all honestly, I understand why you sang the song. I was drifting away from you. I just couldn't bear to talk to you over the phone. I couldn't even answer a text from you without crying about how much I missed you."

Y/n was crying now too, feeling terrible that she hadn't seen how miserable Matty had been on tour. She stroked his hair as he buried his head in her chest. "It's ok baby, we're gonna be ok." Matty lifted his head to kiss away her tears. "Listen, darling. I'm going to speak to the boys and let them know that I'm not gonna be in the studio for a while. Give me a few days to recover from tour and then I'm gonna fly out and meet you. We'll only be away from each other for another week tops." Y/n tackled him into a hug. "You're really coming on tour with me?" "Yes, darling, really. I'm sorry I even considered going back to the studio instead of coming with you. I've just felt so pressured into releasing new music recently. But everyone else can just wait for me and my girl."

Y/n and Matty lay in each other's embrace once more, and as she was drifting off to sleep, she heard him whisper, "I promise I'll never let you feel like you're losing me again."

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A/N: Soz guys that got way deeper than I wanted it to. Got carried away ig but oh well

#the 1975 #matty healy #matty #matty healy x reader #matty healy imagine #matty healy angst #adam hann #george daniel #ross macdonald

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would u ever consider writing some chapters from RWYS in other characters povs?? like an alt chapter of when reaper gets kidnapped and seeing the team during that time would be super cool !! i love ur writing sm i cannot wait for the next chapter <3

my sweet cheese, i actually have about 700 words here and I like this idea so much that I'm going to have this as the flashback at the beginning of next chapter. Everyone smile and hug this nice anon for giving you all some angst :)

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BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

"All 141, move in-- Reaper, Roach, what's your status?" But as Price called over the line, no one responded. They'd drawn their positioning up and over the hill, eyes in the treeline after truckloads of gunmen had raced into the woods. But the firing from the trees had stopped and the sound of engines began to crawl into the distance. "Reaper, Roach, how copy?"

Ghost glanced from his captain to his sergeants, his own hand reaching for his radio. "Reaper, Roach, what's your location?" Yet again, they waited a few seconds, all looking between each other nervously. "Reaper, two clicks," the lieutenant leaned into the radio, swallowing back the lump in his throat. Comms would click when either side began to speak-- all she needed to do was to press her thumb down onto the button. Yet nothing came of it.

"(L/n), Sanderson, come in."

Ghost clenched his teeth and pushed air out of his teeth, turning to Price. "We need to move in," and his captain, without another thought, hauled himself down the hill and slid down the snowy slope, his team following closely behind. Charging through the brush, spotting the house up ahead. They expected to be fired at, to be bombarded with bullets, but all they heard was the distant sound of vehicles climbing up the mountainside with the remnants of birds starting to come back into the area after the gunfire. Price rushed in first, clearing the first floor as Ghost practically leaped down the staircase, weapon swinging around, dropping his tension as nothing came out of the darkness.

But just as he sighed in defeat, something shifted under the mushy moss and rotted wood in the corner, the weapon immediately rising back up to defend himself. Carefully stepping forward, he heard his teammates stepping down, their own rifles aimed where he was, before he used the barrel of his gun to push some of the mess away. Roach's antenna peeked out, Ghost loosening his grip again to pull his friend out. "Roach is here-- Look around for Reaper--" Hauling his sergeant's limp body over his shoulder, he brought him onto the stairs to better look at him. "Sanderson," he called, immediately checking his body for wounds. His friend groaned, the light anesthesia that was messily put into his veins, the large Brit smacking his face. "Roach-- Where's Reaper? Roach--"

Coming to, Roach's eyes began to peel open, suddenly shooting up, up, yelling as he tried to reach for his gun. Panting, slowing as he realized it was Ghost, his head snapped around the room, not seeing his teammate. Scrambling, humming, grunting as he threw himself up the stairs and into the ground floor, he ran outside, wheezing and starting to panic. Where was she? What did she-- what the fuck did she do? "Roach!" Ghost called as the men clambered outside after him, the smaller Brit's lip trembling as his heart sank.

Gulping back, hands shaking, he turned back to stare horrified into his lieutenant's eyes. Frowning, trying to look for anything in Roach's eyes, any answer, he glanced once around at the surroundings. "Where the fuck is Reaper?"

Still horrified at what was happening, his hands, quivering, rose. She's gone. "What?" Filled with a surge of anger at her actions, hurt that she was so stupid, and fear for what was happening to him, he signed rapidly toward the team that surrounded him. She-- She put some shit into me-- She's--

Price put a hand on his shoulder, carefully trying to ground his sregeant who was clearly still discombobulated. "Say again, Sanderson?"

She--... He took a deep breath in, gesturing back toward the house. Reaper and I were cornered, she put a needle in me and I-- He heaved, gripping his helmet. I was out-- I just woke up-- She told me... One loud inhale followed, trying to release any of the adrenaline that pumped through him, trying desperately to make himself understandable. She said that she was thank-- she thanked me and then she asked me to tell you all that she was grateful for our service-- and she apologized and I--

Price's hand came up to wipe his mouth, stepping away, gripping his jaw in stress. "Fuck," he muttered, rubbing his eyes. Roach, still trying to breathe normally, leaned into the hand that gripped onto his shoulder, Gaz watching his captain step away.

#rwys asks #asks

[plant-flwrs]

i love ur writing so so much!!! if possible, could you maybe do a fred weasley x reader where the reader is insecure, and thinks hes asking her out as a joke//prank? thank you so much!!<3

insecurities // fred weasley 

masterlist!

a/n: omg this request rly came for me wow. only joking, i loved it, thank u sm for sending it in!! hope u like it!! (also went a little Little Women with that love confession scene, couldn’t help myself hehe)

summary: You and Fred are hopelessly in love with each other, but you don’t believe him when he finally admits it.

(a little short one! 1.7k)

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The sky above you was turning dark, but the game of Quidditch in front of you still roared on.

Orbs of light had been casted onto the tops of each towering stand of students, illuminating the field for miles. The cheers never dulled, the same enthusiasm seeping from everyone as when the game started. You couldn’t remember how long you had been out there, but you did know the sun was still up when it started.

You held a pair of binoculars to your eyes, watching as Fred leaned forward on his broom and hit a bludger with such force that your heart did a little jump in your chest. He flew closer to the ground, intercepting a bludger that was going straight towards Angelina. You watched the corner of his mouth lift in a smirk at the girl as she smiled at him appreciatively. Your heart sank.

You had been in love with Fred Weasley for a little over a year. You went to every one of his Quidditch matches, helped him with most of his pranks, and talked to him for hours just about every day. Yet, he was still just a friend. Your best friend.

You didn’t care if Fred liked you back, though you figured he didn’t. You could never confess your feelings for him. You hated the idea of having to be so vulnerable around him, so you kept everything you felt for him to yourself.

You couldn’t help but feel the sting of jealously, however, as Fred watched Angelina soar off towards the goal posts.

You managed to keep your enthusiasm. Your cheers nearly reached Fred’s ears, your encouragements being so loud. Hundreds of feet above you, Harry’s broom darted down, and he was diving to the ground. The crowd silenced for a moment before screams erupted. Harry flew laps in front of the stands, holding out the snitch in his harsh grip. Your eyes followed him, smile wide. You rushed off the stands, hurrying down the steps and to the field. Your eyes met Fred’s and he started towards you.

“Great game, Fred!” Angelina called from behind him.

He turned from you, walking backwards and looking at Angelina. He smiled widely at her and you watched with heavy eyes as she returned a shy smile. You couldn’t help the downturn of your lips as you watched it, watched his eyes lock onto hers for a little too long. By the time he turned back to you, you had crossed your arms over your chest and kicked up some grass from beneath your feet.

“Why the long face? We won!” he shouted, coming to wrap his arms around your frame.

He lifted you into the air and you couldn’t help the smile that snuck its way onto your lips. You placed two cautious hands on his frim shoulders, steadying yourself as he spun you.

“Fred!” you screeched, smiling widely and tilting your head to the sky.

“You stayed the whole game,” he said, putting you down but keeping his arms wrapped around you.

“Of course I did,” you replied, stating it like that was obvious.

“You had to be standing up there for at least seven hours,” Fred’s head tilted down, hit teeth trapping his bottom lip as he looked at you.

“Well I was sitting for at least three of those seven,” you quipped, smirking at him, “so, I’d say it was a fair trade.”

“Let’s go to the common room,” he said, releasing one of his arms and moving the other up to wrap around your shoulders.

“I hope you plan on showering first,” you pinched your nose, pretending to be awfully offended by the smell coming from Fred’s extended arm.

Fred released you, ducking his head down to smell his armpit. His face recoiled and he laughed with you.

The two of you fell in with the large mass of students returning to the castle, but all either of you thought about was the other.

That night, Fred had made a promise to himself to ask you out, finally. He had been in love with you for years. How could he not be? You were everything he loved in a person. His arms propped his head up on top of his pillow, and just before he drifted off to sleep he was imagining how he should ask you to be his girlfriend.

The process was difficult, he didn’t know if you’d want him to be sweet, or if you’d rather have something flashy. He was so preoccupied with the details that he hadn’t even stopped to consider you not liking him back. In the end, he decided on something perfect, something just for you.

You pulled yourself from bed with tired legs feeling sore after standing in the stands for all that time. You couldn’t imagine how sore Fred’s arms must be.

Quickly getting ready and managing to just catch lunch, you slid onto the bench next to Fred.

“Good morning,” he mumbled, voice muffled from the toast he was chewing.

“Morning,” you replied.

You rubbed the heals of your hands into your eyes, forcing what was left of exhaustion from them. You pulled a variety of foods from platters in front of you, filling your plate for lunch.

“Are you busy today?” Fred asked, finally done chewing his food.

“I don’t think so,” you responded tiredly, “why?”

“I wanted to take you somewhere,” he said, smiling shyly at you.

Your stomach filled with butterflies at his look, and you shifted your gaze to your plate.

“Okay,” Fred barely heard the mumble, but he caught it just in time for lunch to be dismissed.

The two of you stood, and he slipped his hand into yours. He dragged you away from the school, pulling you down the familiar path to the Quidditch pitch.

“Why are we going to the pitch? I was just here all day,” you whined, thinking Fred was dragging you to another one of Wood’s surprise practices.

“You’ll like it,” he didn’t turn his head back to look at you but you could hear his grin, “promise.”

You took a few rushed steps, falling in place next to him. You looked down at your intertwined hands and your heart swelled.

You two finally reached the grassy field, and Fred pulled you off to the side. He waved his wand, and a blanket appeared in front of you. He motioned for you to sit and you did. He followed your actions, sitting with his legs crossed. His hands were fiddling behind his back and before you could sneak a glance, he pulled out a small box of chocolates. He put them between you two, setting them on the ground as he opened them to you. He watched your face light up at the sight of your favorite muggle candies, and your fingers brushed his as your hand reached for a chocolate.

“Oh my gosh, Fred!” you exclaimed, taking a bite of the chocolate, “What do I get these for?”

You smiled slyly at him, expecting him to ask you for help with his next pranks.

“Well,” he started, moving his hands from the candies to twist in his lap, “if you’ll be my girlfriend you’ll get plenty more where that came from.”

You let out a forced laugh, figuring Fred was just buttering you up even more for a prank. Your laugh drifted unnaturally as you met his serious expression. Your face became stern.

“Don’t be mean, Fred,” you warned, putting the rest of the chocolate back in the box.

“What? I’m serious,” Fred answered in a defensive tone.

You couldn’t help but think Fred had figured out your crush on him. That he had invited you down here to embarrass you about it. You hated yourself for thinking it, but couldn’t help the worries.

“Stop,” you begged your voice not to crack, and it didn’t this time, but you knew it would if you had to say another thing.

“What?” Fred repeated, an awkward chuckle coming from him, “I’m asking you to be my girlfriend.”

“No you’re not,” you said, becoming angry, “this is a joke or something. George and Lee are hiding somewhere aren’t they?”

Fred’s mouth opened, his face twisted with confusion. He reached for you, but you pulled away.

“No they aren’t! What makes you think this is a joke?” Fred pleaded, still reaching for you.

“You don’t like me,” you said, your voice finally cracking, “you like Angelina.”

“Angelina?” he repeated, baffled, “What makes you think I bloody like Angelina?”

Your bottom lip jutted out as you tried not to cry in front of Fred.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled, taking a deep breath, “you always flirt with her.”

“I don’t like Angelina,” Fred sighed, finally being able to take your hands in his, “I like you. I’m in love with you.”

“You’re fucking with me,” you tried one last time, laughing shakily and looking around the field.

“I’m not!” Fred insisted.

“Are you sure?”

He looked at you like you were crazy. Like he couldn’t believe you thought he’d have any doubts about his love for you.

“Yes, Y/n, I’m sure.”

“Oh,” you squeaked out, eyes wide.

“Do you love me?” 

You couldn’t say anything, frozen in his gaze. You nodded slowly and his mouth split into a smile.

“Really?” he asked, smiling widely.

“Yeah,” you choked out, “as long as this isn’t a prank.”

Fred laughed again, and moved closer to you. His open lips met yours, and his hands cupped the side of your face. The two of you moved in sync, molding to each other’s movements. The kiss said everything you both wanted it to say. It was you cheering for Fred at every Quidditch match and him looking at you from his broom. It was you chasing after him in the halls after a prank was set off and him glancing over his shoulder just to see your smile. It was your legs resting in his lap as you both talked for hours and him twirling a piece of your hair between his fingers.

All your insecurities and reservations washed away with that kiss. You didn’t think Fred could fake something this real for a prank. His chest rose with heavy breaths from just being near you, and eventually you couldn’t stop the smile that broke the kiss.

“Believe me now?” Fred said, breathing deeply as his forehead rested against yours.

You bit your lip and nodded, looking at him through your lashes. He pushed against you, resting your back against the ground and keeping his forehead against yours. His lips pushed against yours again, and you couldn’t believe you doubted him for a second.

#fred #weasley #fred weasley #fred weasley fluff #fred weasley fic #fred weasley fanfiction #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x y/n #hogwarts #harry potter

[straycat-writes]

helo can i have some hc’s of dazai finding out his s/o is pregnant when she’s been tryna keep it a secret bc she didn’t know how he would react? pls n ty 💞 btw i love your writing sm i appreciate everything u do for us

[Aaaaa thank you so much 🥰 I know you said hcs but…well, I have nothing to say in my defense.]

We Always Do (Osamu Dazai)

Warning(s): None, really, but idk, this feels a little heavy…

You sat on the edge of the bathtub, elbows propped on your knees and hands holding your head. A shaky exhale escapes your lips as you stare unblinkingly at the pregnancy test lying on your lap. It showed two red lines.

What now? The small voice at the back of your head seemed to ask. You could feel the panic rising up in your throat like bile, as you thought of how Dazai might react. None of the scenarios that played out in your head ended good. You don’t blame him, honestly. You’re both young, and hadn’t even thought of having kids in the near future, if at all. And despite how much you loved him, you had to admit Dazai doesn’t really seem like someone who would be thrilled at the idea of being a father.

“Babe?” You hear him call out from outside the bathroom door, “You’ve been in there for quite a while now. Everything alright?”

“Y-yeah.” You manage to say, “I’ll be out in a minute.”

So, you got up, trying your best to suppress the urge to break down crying, and threw the test in the trash. For the time being, you decided, you would sweep the matter as well as your feelings under the metaphorical rug, and behave as if nothing happened. You washed your face and put on your best smile, before opening the door.

Dazai looked up from where he was lounging on the bed and blinked at you, “Is something wrong, sweetheart?”

“Not at all.” You smiled as you went to sit beside him.

He pulled you onto his lap and lightly kissed your cheek. “Are you sure? You look a little pale.”

You sighed and nuzzled further into him. You suddenly felt very cold and Dazai held such a familiar warmth, it almost made you cry. “…Don’t worry about it.”

Tired. You’re always so tired. You put your head down on your desk and close your eyes, all surrounding sounds from the office fading into blurry radio static. You didn’t know the fatigue would set in so quick.

“…/n)?…(Y/n)!”

You shot up straight in your chair and blinked disorientedly, only to see Yosano looking at you with concern, “Are you okay? You don’t look so well.”

You waved a hand and smiled faintly at her, “I’m fine, don’t worry.”

She gave you a skeptical look, “Maybe you should go home. Should I call Dazai?”

“No, no, I’ll find him myself.” You said as you get up, fighting another bout of lightheadedness.

Earlier that day, a client had come in with her toddler. As Kunikida and the president talked to her, Dazai had busied himself with the child, finding the toddler much more amusing than the case the mother presented. Seeing him in such good spirits, amusing both himself as well as the child, had given you some hope and you had thought maybe, just maybe, you could tell him and it won’t end in disaster. But as soon as the client had left with her kid, Dazai had flopped down on the couch, complaining about how kids are so much work and definitely ‘not his cup of tea’.

At the time, you could only sigh and agree with him, but you could feel your heart shattering in your chest, more than it already had.

You exchanged some words with Dazai when you found him, you don’t remember what, but he gave you worried look before taking you back home, to the apartment you shared. As soon as you set foot inside, you shook off Dazai’s hand from your waist, that had been keeping you steady until now and rushed inside as fast as you could, crashing into the bathroom. You barely made it to the toilet before you threw up, your stomach emptying itself of everything you had consumed since morning.

As you retched, you could feel Dazai rush in behind you. He crouched beside you and held back your hair, rubbing your back gently. After dry-heaving for a few more seconds, you slumped back, drawing up your knees and burying your face in them.

The two of you sat there in silence for a while, one of his arms draped on your shoulders, before you finally regained some semblance of your wits. You shook off his hand once more and got up, making your way to the sink to clean up. Dazai followed you.

“Belladonna…?”

Not trusting your voice, you ignored him as you finished cleaning up, lastly washing your face with water. You didn’t look at him as you turned around, you couldn’t bring yourself to, when you were barely preventing yourself from crying. What would you even say?

He caught you by the wrist, “We need to talk.”

Four words. That was all it took for you to break down then and there. Dazai pulled your crying and shaking form into his arms, and it was a good thing too, because otherwise you might have toppled over. Even as he gently stroked your hair, he didn’t say anything. Once he saw that you had quieted down enough to talk, he held you by the shoulders and looked at you, “Tell me what’s wrong.”

You took in a deep, shaky breath. Oh, well. You couldn’t have kept it from him forever, anyway. “I’m…pregnant.”

He let go of your shoulders as if he had been burned, face immediately going from concerned to blank. In the pin-drop silence that followed, his eyes remained fixed on you, but he didn’t really seem to be seeing you, or anything at all. And the longer he didn’t say anything, the further your heart sank.

“Dazai?” You say softly, cautiously touching his sleeve, “Say something, please.”

Your voice seemed to pull him back to reality and he blinked, before finally looking at you, for real this time. He raised a hand and you almost flinched back, screwing your eyes shut. But nothing happened. Only when you felt the back of his fingers lightly caress your cheek did you gingerly open your eyes.

There was hurt written all over Dazai’s face, and for a moment, you thought maybe this broke his heart more than it ever broke yours. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked softly.

“I was…scared.” You say, swallowing hard, “I didn’t know how you would take it, thought you would probably – “

“Leave you?”

Your breath hitched and you nodded. But try as you might, you still couldn’t read what he was feeling.

He sighed and pulled you closer to himself once more, resting his chin on top of your head. This is it, you thought, this is how we end. With a hug and a kiss.

“It’s okay.” He whispered, so softly that you didn’t catch it at first. Or maybe you did, but couldn’t believe it. How could it be okay?

But then he kissed your hair and said it louder, “It’s okay, belladonna. I’m not going anywhere.”

You pulled back from him a little and looked up at him with confused, red-rimmed eyes, “You’re…not?”

“I would never.” He shook his head, and you felt like bursting into tears once more.

You clutched the front of his coat to keep yourself steady, your grip so tight that your knuckles turned white, “Dazai…I – I don’t know what to do. I know you didn’t want a child. And – and – “

“Ssshh, it’s okay, it’s fine.” He said in a hushed, soothing tone, “It’s okay, don’t worry.”

You sighed shakily as you leaned into him once more, trying your hardest to make yourself believe him. Maybe it will be okay. You could feel his heartbeat where your face rested on his chest, steady like it always was., and you felt your resolve forming. It’s okay, we’ll figure it out. We always do.

#dazai osamu #dazai x reader #tw: pregnancy #scenario #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #imagines #bsd

[sherlockfanficwriting]

Sherlock BBC Lestrade             “She’s Innocent”

Summary - You always help Sherlock and John with their cases and your boyfriend, Lestrade. It’s a good life, when suddenly you’re framed for a top crime by a top criminal and have the shock of your life seeing who arrests you. 

Warnings - some violence/fluff

A/N - here is another request! I hope u guys like it as you know Lestrade is my fav but i luv all of them sm and enjoy writing everything u guys request. I have a ton of requests and I am not ignoring u guys i am going one at a time so incase ur wondering why i’m taking so long hehe i want them as good as possible. Send me more! Wanna be on my taglist? PM me :) @fanfictionsilove @bakerstreethound @redheaded-hobbit @theartisticscientistsworld

“Died. No more than two hours ago. Killer is a close family member,” you said. Sherlock crouched down near the body on the floor and John lifted books and cups from the table, inspecting them. You had been helping Sherlock with cases for awhile now, maybe a year? You loved it and offered a new perspective. You were smart. Real intelligent. You didn’t think like Sherlock, you thinked differently, but your intelligence was on a close caliber. 

“Eh I don’t really care anymore. He was awful,” Sherlock said, quickly hopping up. 

“Sherlock!” John exclaimed. You laughed with Sherlock. 

“I agree with him. A pretty bad person.” You continued snickering with Sherlock. 

John huffed. “As you can tell, I’m not as smart as the two of you! This is no fun,” he said, throwing his hands in the air, causing the two of you to laugh even more.

Ding

You pulled out your phone and saw a text from your boyfriend, Greg. 

Greg

Can’t wait to see you soon.

You quickly got up from the floor. “I have.....” 

“Date, yes. Go,” Sherlock said, waving you off. You completely forgot about your dinner with Greg. Out of all the dinners you had you were never late or never forgot. How did you forget? You ran outside and stepped near the curb.

“Taxi!” You raised your hand in the air and waved it around until one came speeding to you. As you hopped in you spat your address out and the taxi zoomed off. You looked at your clothes. Dark pants. White long sleeve blouse. Black heels. Something that was ideal for a date, but you decided you need to change it. The taxi slowed down in front of your flat and you threw the money at the driver as you sprinted out, unlocking the front door. You skipped up the steps to your room and to the closet, pulling out beige, nude, dark clothes and throwing them on your bed. 

What do I wear? 

You honestly didn’t have the slightest clue, but you settled on a pair of black palazzo pants, yet another white blouse but this time it was a button-up and satin. You put on a medium length dark coat and paired it with red heels. It looked nice. You stepped in front of your mirror. You liked what you saw except for your hair. You took it out of the messy bun and let it loose. Just messy enough. You looked at your makeup and quickly grabbed a red gloss and just barely dabbed it on your lips. You ran your mascara once and decided it looked good. You never needed makeup, so many other people complimented you on your natural beauty. You definitely saw it, but couldn’t help but put a touch on. Finally, you swung a perfume bottle from your dresser and sprayed some on your neck and rest of body. Before you ran out the door, you checked yourself again.

Perfect

You ran down the steps and quickly began your walk. You didn’t need a taxi. You had enough time to walk to the restaurant and arrive there about five minutes late (which was early). You wouldn’t like to be there before Greg, he wouldn’t like it - it wouldn’t be.....masculine.....as he always made sure he was. You smiled just thinking about him. You have known him for almost a year, but it seemed like it was an eternity. You woke up thinking about him and slept thinking about him....sometimes he was right next to you. He shared the same interests and had a very similar personality to you. Your combined humor could conquer the world. You enjoyed working where you saw him often and you were excited about all the trips and vacations you would soon take. He was charming, always giving you small gifts, but you made sure to gift him just as much with chocolates, flowers, cologne, coats, and whatever more. You were a sucker for those things and loved to see the smile on his face and the immediate big hug he would give you. Oh, the hugs - those were the best. You continued walking on, thinking about him. 

Ding

You took out your phone. 

Unknown Number

Mary’s Jewelry Store. Small Surprise.

You stopped in your tracks and walked on the side of the sidewalk, careful not to bump into people. Who could this be? Greg? No. Well, maybe? Perhaps? You didn’t know. Mary’s Jewelry Store? That was an expensive store. Not just a regular jewelry store, it was top of the line. If someone like you was seen there, you might just pass out from shock. Why did you receive this text on this day while walking to dinner? Had to be related to Greg, if not him. You closed your eyes, trying to remember where the store was when it hit you. Less than a block from here on this side. You quickened your steps, trying not to hit anyone. In a few minutes as soon as you reached the store, you couldn’t help but glare inside. The shining diamonds caught your eyes. The necklaces. The rings. The gorgeous carats.  You opened the door to a beautiful store. 

Not many people were in there. In fact, you didn’t see anyone. There weren’t any lights on, which you thought was odd, but the natural daylight illuminated the room enough. You walked over to the counters, examining the necklaces, rings, and bracelets. They were profoundly beautiful. You noticed that on the displays something was missing. 

A necklace?

You looked at the tags in the glass table and gasped. Whatever wasn’t there cost fifteen thousand. You thought it was weird. You turned around to look at the other displays when suddenly a loud blaring alarm pounded through your ears across the whole store. You pressed your hands against your ears to block the noise and looked around the room. The red alarms on the ceiling and throughout the whole walls. You looked at the door and started to walk to it when you suddenly saw flashing red police cars pull up to the front curb in a hurry. You stopped dead in your tracks and your heart sank to your feet. You were a deer in headlights. Five police officers carrying guns sprinted to the door to find you, helpless and innocent, standing there. 

You saw the intial look on their face of confusion, but it was soon washed over with a serious look of anger. The alarms stopped and one of the men said, “Back up!” in a loud and demeaning voice. You did so slowly and nervously. Clearly they couldn’t think that you did anything wrong. I mean...look at yourself.

“Her?” You heard one of the men ask to another one. The man shrugged his shoulders. 

“What are you doing in here?” The head man asked you. You were so scared and became even more terrified when you saw his large gun strapped to his waistline. You didn’t look like a criminal. You looked like a young girl all dressed up going on a nice date - which you were. 

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing here?” One asked you. The head man motioned him to shut up. 

“I-I,” you stuttered. 

“Let’s save your energy. You stole those,” he said, pointing to the missing necklace and another display across, “and you committed homicide. You know what that means? Murder.” 

You stared blankly at him, unsure of what to say. Did they think that you really did this? 

“I didn’t. Where’s your proof?” 

“Proof?” He scoffed. “Trust me, we don’t need it.” 

“But-.” 

“Enough! Get over there,” he said, pushing your back forcefully to the two other men. They kept their hands on your shoulders as if you were going to try to escape. Your whole body was shaking and you felt your insides turning inside out. How were you going to explain this to Greg? To Sherlock? John? 

The head man picked up his phone and held it to his ear. 

“We have her....yeah it’s a her...we’re here.” He hung up the phone and looked at you. You looked up with sad eyes. You were about to cry from anger and sadness. You didn’t even know what was really going on. You tried to stay still and just wait. Suddenly your heart sank even further down.

Oh no

You saw Greg get out of a police car that came speeding to the curb. He looked rushed from the impromptu situation, but his detective look was on. Your whole body shook in fear. What would he think? 

They must have called him to investigate it and take me to the station. 

Why wouldn’t they? How could you forget what his job was when you knew him for this long? You looked out the glass door and tried to maintain your composure, not crying. He forcefully opened the door and immediately his eyes went to you. His face dropped. His posture dropped. His energy dropped. He was a mixture of confusion and anger, but was calmed when he saw you, his whole life, standing between two officers and shaking. He saw how scared you looked. 

“Her?” Greg asked the head man. He was angry but contained. 

“We have evidence, Detective,” the man replied.

Greg scanned the room quickly, trying to think fast. “I-You-you know what? Show me at the station. I’d like to see it. Just let her come with me.” 

The head man looked puzzled and didn’t budge. “We can’t let you do that. You know what? Fine. Just how you like it.” You saw the faces of the men. They were all puzzled. You knew he didn’t act like this to other people. Other criminals, but they didn’t know about you two. Greg sighed loudly and walked towards you. He looked at you in the eyes. They told you everything about what he was feeling. He placed a hand on your left shoulder, squeezing it. An intimate but not obvious action. You knew he didn’t want to do this but he had to. He didn’t say anything and lightly turned your body over. You moved your arms to your back and he cuffed you. Never in a million years would you imagine this happening. He made sure to make the cuffs loose for you and again squeezed the side of your hand ever so softly. 

He led you out to the door and opened the car door, sitting next to you. You couldn’t look at him. You didn’t know what to say. You were scared. One of the men got in the driver’s seat and sped the car away. You didn’t know if your heart was beating fast or completely stopped. 

“I’m going to find out what happened,” Greg said. He placed a hand on your knee. You met his eyes. They were full of love for you and strong emotion. 

“I just walked inside. I didn’t do anything. W-what do they think I did?” Your voice was weak, just on the brink of breaking down. 

Greg sighed and placed his hand on your shoulder. “Something bad. Don’t worry. I’m going to get you out of this.” 

You didn’t look at him. You focused your gaze on the cars passing by. You felt Greg’s grip on your shoulder getting stronger. You knew he didn’t like this. Not at all. 

“Why are they accusing me. Someone set me up. Who did it?” You asked him. 

“Someone bad. An active criminal. Don’t worry, please.” 

You didn’t look at him. You were too shaken up. So many things raced through your head. You wanted to know who did this and how? Who?

Moriarty

The car slowed down to a halt. You were parked in front of the powerful building. You were certain he did this. Who else? You knew Sherlock and were close to him. Of course, he would target you. Manipulating people - abusing his power. If he did this, it was going to be hard to free yourself. 

“You’re fine. I’m right here. Just don’t worry.” Greg opened the door, helping you get out. You couldn’t talk. You just offered a small smile to him. You knew he was crushed. He walked with you and the other officer inside the building. Thankfully, they didn’t manhandle you and treat you like a dangerous criminal. Would they? 

You didn’t know where you were walking. It all looked the same. All the gray walls. Light floors. An occasional person in a suit walk across the hall. You didn’t even feel safe with Greg walking so close to you. 

“In here.” The officer said, motioning to an open door. Greg walked next to you, but the officer said, “Not you.” 

Greg scoffed. “Not me? Yes, I can. I’m coming inside.” He tried to come in, but the officer held out his hand, blocking him. Greg furiously pushed his arm back. 

“Detective! I will have you escorted!”

Greg backed up but kept his eyes on you. Suddenly two men in suits started pushing you toward another direction. 

“Stop! What are you-.” Greg’s voice was shrouded from a loud door closing. You walked with the two men and saw in the corner of the room a long table with a few papers crowded around. Your heart sank again. If these men were manipulated by Moriarty then you had no chance. You had to be smart, but you couldn’t stop thinking about Greg.

You had to fight and play the game. 

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A Slip-Up | Lee Donghyuck

Request: 65 with haechan?:3 maybe a bit angsty~💓

Genre: idol!haechan x idol!reader, fluff and angst (wuts new lol)

Warnings: sorta panic attack??

Word Count: ~2.5k

Prompt: “Look at me—just breathe, okay?”

A/N: partially inspired by my frustrations with that concert where literally everyone fell cause it was raining and dangerous ://// yeah. hope y'all like this! it's quite a lot shorter than my last one lol. once again, i always like feedback on my writing so I can improve, so if u wanna say smthin or just wanna chat about random stuff, just drop me ask! have a lovely day everyone!

There was bound to be a mistake from the beginning.

The Dream Concert was a mess from the start. It was pouring and chilly, conditions that were obviously very bad for an outdoor concert. You had expected the concert to be cancelled, because it was just common sense that idols who had to both sing and dance should not perform in places where it was so easy to hurt oneself.

But much to your disappointment, your management informed you that the concert was apparently going to continue as planned.

It wasn’t as if you disliked performing; on the contrary, you were very excited to perform at the Dream Concert. As a soloist, it was very difficult to gain popularity in an entertainment business that focused on groups, much less be invited to such a big concert a few months after debut. However, you were not at all looking forward to performing in the rain, especially when you had a couple difficult dance breaks planned out in the middle of your song.

When you arrived at the stadium for rehearsal, you immediately frowned. The rain wasn’t too awful, only a slight drizzle, but the dark clouds above you hinted that things could be much worse later. The producers of the concert shouted at you to enter the backstage area to get ready, an attendant showing you to your dressing room.

Your dressing room was quite tiny, but you didn’t really feel disappointed. Big groups were performing that night, so it was only logical that they’d get the bigger rooms. Speaking of big groups, as you set down your bag and your stylist began laying out your stage outfit, you heard familiar (and extremely loud) voices coming from the room next to yours.

Grinning, you turned to your stylist, “I’ll be right back.”

“Where are you going?” she turned around frantically.

“I’m just going to greet the group next door,” you said, already making your way into the hall.

“Don’t take too long!” she warned, looking at her watch, “Your rehearsal’s in 30 minutes, and you haven’t even changed yet!”

“I won’t, unnie!”

The door to the next dressing room was wide open, and even from a little ways away, you could see the plethora of bags scattered all across the floor. Laughing to yourself, you poked your head in, asking teasingly, “Wow, did a hurricane sweep through the room?”

The boys in the room whipped up at the sound of your voice, before they all broke out in familiar smiles. Mark let out a loud whoop and ran over to greet you in English, “What’s up, Y/N?”

You gave him a high five, instinctively bowing as you walked in the room, “Not much, just heard you guys from my dressing room and came to say hi. You guys are really loud, do you know?” Taeyong gave a sharp glare at his members, who all looked away rather sheepish.

During your trainee years, you were originally part of SM Entertainment, but you left to focus on your studies. However, that didn’t stop you from keeping touch with the friends you made there, which included many of the NCT boys, especially the Dreamies, the ones you spent the most time training with. After your debut, you found yourself being able to converse with them more, frequently bumping into them at music shows.

As you sat down in between Jaemin and Jisung, the latter giving you a quick fistbump, you asked to no one in particular, “Hm? Where’s Donghyuck?”

The boys gave you knowing grins and catcalls, while you flushed pink. Suddenly, a voice called from the door, as a familiar boy walked in, “What about me?”

His eyes fell on you, widening with surprise before disappearing in a bright smile. He always had such a blinding smile, and as him opened his arms to you, you felt your heart thump wildly. Due to your busy comeback schedule, you haven’t seen him in a while, and you never realized until now how much you missed him. In front of the other boys, you leapt into his arms, and Donghyuck wrapped you in a large, comforting hug.

You could hear the hyungs all letting out different “eyyyyyyyy’s” while Jisung and Chenle fake gagged, but you couldn’t care less. This was the first time in maybe two months that you’d seen Donghyuck, and a little teasing wasn’t going to ruin your moment.

However, it seemed as if Donghyuck was not too pleased with the lack of privacy in the room, and as he pulled away, he addressed his hyungs while holding your hand, “I’m gonna take a walk with Y/N.”

Jisung made another gagging noise as Taeyong called out, “Make sure to be careful!”

Donghyuck pulled you out of NCT’s dressing room and led you to an empty corridor, not once letting go of your hand. Finally, when the two of you were sure you were out of sight, you turned to each other and basked in one another’s presence. Leaning down, he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, one that you reciprocated eagerly.

You had missed this, so much. The two of you had been quite taken with each other when you were both trainees together, but it wasn’t until you bumped into him backstage of your solo debut that you rekindled the affection you had before. It was hard, trying desperately to hide your relationship from everyone but his members and your manager, but you loved him and you loved to perform, and you were much too greedy to give up one for the other.

Donghyuck’s hand stroked your hair as he kissed you, your arms swung over his shoulder and around his neck. He tasted sweet, like cinnamon and apples, but you pushed away just as he nibbled your bottom lip playfully.

“What’s wrong?” he looked a little displeased at being cut off so suddenly, hands now resting on your waist.

You smiled, reaching up to boop him on the nose, “Nothing’s wrong, silly, but I do have rehearsal in a little, and my stylist is going to kill me if I don't head back and change.”

His hand on your waist tightened slightly, and he looked rather dejected, although trying hard not to show it, “Do you have to leave now? This is the first time I've seen you in months and all we get in return is two minutes together. I've missed you like crazy, you know.”

You have him a chaste kiss on the lips, “I've missed you just as much, Hyuckie, but now isn't the right time. You know I wouldn't leave unless I had to.” His grip tightened again, pulling you towards him in a sort of restrained desperation.

“Hyuckie…” you sighed, placing your hands on his face and caressing his cheeks, “I need to do my job first, okay? After this concert, you can come over to my place and we can spend some well deserved time together, sound good?”

It was obvious from his expression that it didn’t “sound good,” but it was the best solution the two of you could find and he knew it. Donghyuck relented, letting go of you gently, “Yeah, alright.”

You brushed a couple of loose hairs away from his face, giving him a parting kiss on his forehead, “I’ll head out first.”

-----

The rehearsal went about as well as you had expected. It was only drizzling lightly when you went out, so things were fairly manageable. You did, however, give your stylist a pointed look when returning to your dressing room.

“Really?” you asked sarcastically, gesturing at your shoes, “The ground is wet and dangerous, but I’m still wearing stiletto boots?”

Your stylist shrugged, “There was nothing I could do about it. Your shoes were sponsored, so it wasn’t like I could change it.”

Groaning, you sank into the small couch in your room, pulling off your shoes to give your toes a break. The concert was going to start soon, and you were performing near the middle-end of the show, so you had some time to relax.

Performances went by quickly, at least they seemed to in your mind. NCT was third to perform, and you monitored them especially carefully. The rain looked like it had gotten heavier, and the stage had to be wiped after every song to avoid flooding, not that it made the floor any less slippery. NCT had quite intense choreographies for all their songs, and you were worried about very probable mishaps.

As you had expected, there were many slips and falls, especially near the center of the stage. You winced every time you watched Jisung trip, every time you saw Jeno’s frustrated glare. It was amazing how professional they all were, even when they were probably all in quite a lot of pain. Despite the hazards, NCT finished their performances without any major injuries that you could see, but you knew that they would be hurting for days after. To your immense relief, your boyfriend was one of the lucky ones that didn’t suffer from any major falls.

There was no time to go and congratulate them when they finished, but you sent Donghyuck a quick message telling him that they all did a fantastic job. Your makeup was being done, and soon after, you were ushered to the side of the stage to double check your mic and in-ear monitor. You gave your backup dancers smiles and high-fives, wishing them all good luck.

The moment you stepped on stage and heard the screams of the fans, your mild expression changed instantly and your movements turned sharp and fierce. The beginning of your intro began to play, and you soon found yourself lost in your performance.

Things went smoothly in the beginning. You purposely avoided the middle of the stage, a liberty that you as a solo artist had over groups. However, you had to stand in the center eventually for the dance break, which was when things started to go downhill.

The dance break (that you actually had a hand in choreographing) wasn't the hardest choreo in the world, but it required a certain aura to pull off. Being cautious of which does on the stage were more slippery, you dropped into the dance break quite timidly. It was incredibly frustrating, not being able to put the amount of power and presence in your performance that you had practiced so hard for.

In your split second of self loathing, your concentration waned, and that was already enough to cause a disaster. Your left foot skidded outward wildly, and you landed on your right knee. Hard. Pain traveled up your leg as you stretched a hand out to balance yourself. The gasps in the audience pulled you back in the moment, and you reminded yourself that you were still under the spotlight, and that the performance wasn’t over until the lights were dark.

Putting on your most confident glare, you continued as if nothing had happened, heavily favoring your left leg and putting a lot less power into your moves. Instead, you concentrated on your vocals, deciding to at least put on a good performance vocal-wise after that humiliating fall. You managed to ignore the continuous throbbing of your knee, which got decidingly sharper despite your attempts not to put weight on it.

After what felt like an eternity, you hit your ending pose, and the crowd screamed. Your song finished and you brought yourself into a low bow, thanking the audience. The lights disappeared, and you limped off stage. Two of your dancers immediately rushed to your side, supporting you by taking some of your weight.

As you walked out of the spotlight, you found yourself gradually shifting back from your stage persona to your regular self. This became a problem as you tried to control yourself, because unlike what everyone thought, the real you was a lot less special, and a lot less strong. Your face contorted in pain as you limped into your dressing room, your heart thumping wildly. As you sat down clumsily, your breathing began to labor, the adrenaline that had kept you going now leaving you dizzy, exhausted, and in pain.

Clutching your hand against your heart in a way of trying to control your breathing, your eyesight grew fuzzy and your head began to pound. You could hear the muffled shouts of your stylist, and your manager frantically calling what was probably an ambulance. The commotion around you did nothing to help your growing panic. You wanted to scream, to cry, and tell everyone to just shut up, but you couldn’t quite gain control over your body.

Just as you were able to pass out, a voice sounded, a voice that sounded warm, comforting, and oh so familiar.

“Everyone, please give her some space! Y/N, can you hear me?”

You could, although it sounded rather as if he were underwater. Even so, you could never forget his voice, “D-donghyuckie?”

“It’s me,” he sounded worried, and you felt feel his hands grazing your shoulders, as if afraid to touch you, “I’m right here.”

“I-i messed up. God, Hyuck, I messed up so bad,” you were gasping for air at this point, trembling all over.

“Hey, hey, hey! You did amazingly,” he denied your claims immediately, as if he had never once thought the same way, “Do you know how incredible you were, walking off that landing on your knee?”

You shook your head, but you found yourself being pulled to his voice as he continued, “I need you to breathe slowly for me, can you do that, darling?” he whispered the last word, as if cautious of the people around.

“I-i can’t.”

“Yes, you can. I’m right here,” he cupped your face as he gently ushered you out of your panic attack, “Look at me–just breathe, okay?”

Despite your blurry vision, you stared into his brown eyes, unconsciously beginning to match your breathing to mimic his. You could see his face light up as you began to calm down. Soon, your eyesight slowly cleared and color crept up your face again. Relieved, Donghyuck allowed his hands to fall from your face, instead taking one of your hands out of everyone else's line of sight.

You only had a couple precious minutes with him before your manager returned to the room, looking quite frantic.

“The ambulance is here– oh, Haechan? What are you doing in here?”

Despite your manager already knowing of your relationship, Donghyuck immediately retracted his hand from you. You understood; there was something very uncomfortable about showing affection in front of staff, as if you were under the constant impression that they could stop the two of you at a moment's notice.

“I saw what happened on screen and wanted to make sure Y/N was okay,” Donghyuck replied politely.

Your manager gave you a look over, “Well, thank you. She looks much more stable than earlier,” he peered out into the hallway before addressing Donghyuck again, “You'd better make your exit quick, though. People will be coming back any second now, and they're not under contract to keep things a secret.”

Nodding, Donghyuck turned to give you one last quick kiss. It was more gentle than usual, his lips just grazing yours before backing away.

“Get some rest, okay? I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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Hello dear! I️ greatly enjoy your writing and hope you can answer this ask. Scenario with Akashi and Himuro (separately) at the beach with their s/o and she is making sandcastles but some jerk destroyed it. Thanks and have a wonderful day, darling!

helloooo! thank you sm love i hope u like this

Akashi:

“Come on! You have to see it. I worked really hard and it’s almost as big as my love for you!” you winked at your boyfriend and held him by the hand while leading him to where you’ve built your sandcastle.

Akashi gave you the coldest stare at how cheesy your last sentence was which eventually led the two of you chuckling as you practically dragged him excitedly. 

The grinning mess that you were soon turned into a shocked and furious mess. From afar you watched a random guy mercilessly kick down your sandcastle and run away laughing after sending you a wink.

“Son of a bi-” you didn’t have much time to continue that sentence because you had to run after your boyfriend who was running after the guy.

“Shit. Sei! It’s not a big deal!” you yelled as you ran after him. 

You finally stopped running and fell into the ground, laughing. Akashi had tripped on his own legs and fell straight on his face. 

It was a sight to behold and you were lucky enough to catch it in time. You wanted to run to him and ask him if he’s alright but you weren’t so confident in not bursting out laughing.

With a deep breathe, you walked over to him. “Are you okay?” you barely managed to ask without laughing.

With a face full of sand and his hair now combining colors of red and beige he asked, “Do I at least look like one of those beach models who pose as if they’re having sex with the sand?” 

“No.” you chuckled. 

“If I look bad, it’s only fair you look bad too.” he said.

“Huh?” you said with a confused look on your face. 

He offered you that killer smile of his and with one swift move you were in his arms and he was making his way towards the water.

“You really think I didn’t hear you laughing?” he teased.

With horror in your eyes, you’ve realized the mistake you’ve done. But it was too late. Just as easily as he carried you, he as easily threw you in the water. 

“SEIJURO YOU SON OF A-!” you didn’t get to continue that sentence because he had jumped in with you and crashed his lips on yours.

Himuro:

“Watch out for my sandcastle. I’ll be right back.” you said.

He mumbled an “Okay” and gave you a nod. 

Himuro actually had no idea what you were saying. He was too engrossed in his phone to realize what you were saying. Unfortunately when he realized what you’ve said it was a little too late and your sandcastle was now crushed in front of him.

“Oh no.” he muttered. 

He saw you coming back from afar and he saw the horrified and disappointed look on your face. It took you a few minutes to take it all in but you didn’t seem as angry as he thought you would be?

“Honestly, I’m disappointed but not surprised.” you sighed and sank down.

He wanted to slap himself right here and right now. But that wouldn’t make things any better. It would probably only make him look crazy. Which is why he decided to go with plan B.

He put his phone aside and sat facing you. He started playing with the sand and working his way towards the perfect sandcastle.

“I know I’m not being the best boyfriend right now but better believe I am the best at building sandcastles.” he said.

With complete surprise you looked at him. “You, Tatsuya?”

“Yes, me.” he smirked. “Now turn around, I’ll let you know when I’m done. It won’t be long.” he said.

You giggled with doubt but obeyed.

After a few minutes it was finally time to turn around. 

“Ta da.” he made jazz hands which did not suit his character but earned him the laugh he always loved hearing, yours.

“Oh my god. Is that supposed to be me at the top of castle?” you giggled.

“Yes. And now I’m going to kiss you just like the mini me is kissing you on that castle.”

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In Your Arms

Prompt request: what about like tony stark my MANS is having a bad day so he needs cuddles and he awkwardly asks reader if he could be lil spoon and ofc he ends up passing out like best sleep he ever had in readers arms (already established relationship btw,,, maybe ready is his wife?) and then reader falls asleep too and when they wake-up natasha has #IronCuddles trending on twitter. thanks sm!!! i live for fluffy tony fics and u write the best!

Characters: Tony Stark, gender neutral reader

Warnings: none

A/N: @gazebros you are a literal ANGEL for waiting so long for this fic! I hope you like it! 

Drabbles Masterlist

Tony rubbed his eyes wearily as he stumbled through the halls of the Avenger Tower. The day’s mission had left him physically wiped and emotionally drained. All he wanted to do was collapse in a pile of soft blankets and Egyptian cotton sheets and forget about the troubles of the day.

Except…

He didn’t want to be alone.

Instead of making his way to his luxurious room, he found his feet following an invisible, magnetic path to yours. Despite being Tony Stark’s significant other for almost a year, you weren’t quite ready to move in with him.

Without even thinking, Tony carefully turned the doorknob and tiptoed inside. The lights were off except for the faint glow of the TV screen. Tony grinned as a trashy reality show played a lullabye for your sleeping form.

He slipped off his shoes and shirt and sank onto the bed. You stirred, opening your eyes at the intrusion. A sleepy smile overtook your face as you realized who had woken you up.

“Hey baby,” you hummed, your voice taking on a gravely quality. “M’glad you came back safe.” You held up the blankets behind you, inviting Tony to take his usual spot as the big spoon.

Tony tried to smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He wanted to be comforted tonight, not be the comforter, but he didn’t know how to ask.

“Actually...I, uh…” he stuttered. His eyes darted nervously around the room, and he could feel his throat closing up.

You quickly sat up, and cupped his face in your hands. “I love you,” you whispered, touching his nose with yours.

Tony sighed into your embrace, relishing in the warmth of your breath against his skin. “Love you too.”

You scooted back and pulled Tony down in front of you, wrapping one arm around his waist. Tony quickly nestled into your embrace, tucking his body under the plush blanket. The tension in his body visibly melted as you peppered soft kisses against his shoulder blades. You could feel his heartbeat slow as his breathing evened out. Smiling against his skin, you felt your own eyes close as you both drifted off to sleep.

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You probably would have slept until noon had your phone not woken you up. A barrage of dinging caused you to groan as notification after notification kept pouring in.

Tony mumbled under his breath as he opened his eyes. You both giggled as you unwrapped yourself from each other’s arms.

“That was the best sleep I’ve had in ages,” Tony sighed contentedly. He pulled you on top of him for a kiss as another notification dinged on your phone.

You glared at the offending object on the end table as you broke away from Tony’s kiss. “I’m going to shoot whoever is texting me,” you promised. Tony smirked as you grabbed your phone and unlocked it.

Your jaw dropped open as you finally saw what all the commotion was about. “Uhhh, Tony?” You held the phone up to his face.

On Twitter, the hashtag “IronCuddles” was trending, along with a picture of you and Tony snuggled together in bed.

“What the-?” Tony asked. “Who?”

“Take one guess,” you prompted. Tony looked back up at the original tweeter and scoffed.

“Geez, I wonder who BlackWidow4ever could be,” he groaned.

You both stared at your slightly open door and shouted,

“NATASHA!”

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words: 3,162 warnings: mentions of starving one's self, bullying authors note: happy birthday mork bork lee i love you so much btw this is my first scenario so don't kill me lol genre :🌼🌸 angst/fluff "honestly, y/n isn't even that pretty, I have no idea why mark is dating her." "There are so many other talented girls he could've dated..." "There's nothing special about her." "ah... she's so chubby, she should diet." "maybe if she fixed her body and face, then she'd be good enough for mark." "she looks so bad in that skirt. Y/n please fix your stretch marks, thank you." "She should eat less. Y/ N looks like a pig." "Mark deserves so much better." You scrolled through the comments under the recent article that was put up on Naver. You were currently at the MBC building , visiting Mark before one of his last Cherry Bomb promotions. • During the past week someone had caught you and your boyfriend, Mark , out on a date. The two of you had been so careful the past seven months to keep your relationship on a down low , but the simple drop of the hood from the wind and slip of the mask exposed your relationship to the public. Your thoughts rushed around your head as the sound of camera shutters clicked filled your ears. "Isn't that NCT's Mark Lee?" "Who's that girl with him?" "They aren't on a date are they?" Mark had grabbed your hand and made a run for it. Once the coast was clear of paparazzi and pesky fans , Mark noticed the worry in your face. "Don't worry, I won't let anything bad happen to you okay , love?" "But Mark-" "The public were to find out eventually. Better now than later , right?" He kissed the top of your head and held your hands. A few days after the release of the pictures , SM released an official statement that yes, the two of you were dating. You had been dating a few months prior actually. The usual things such as " Please respect the privacy of Mark and Y/N" and " we hope you stand by his decision " were also included in the statement. Of course there were the sweetheart fans who were behind everything that Mark did. They sent loving comments to Mark and genuine kind words to you as well. You always loved reading their comments. They made you feel better about this whole situation but in the other hand , there were fans who disapproved of your relationship with Mark. The amount of mean comments dominated the nice ones. "Don't mind it , Y/N. The fans who write all the terrible stuff are just immature. They're the ones who can't get over them selves." He had said to you. You wanted to listen to him , you really did , but the amount of hate you started to receive was something you couldn't stay away from. Mark's fans had found your social network accounts. They sent messages telling you how much they despised you. You even got death threats one time in your Instagram dm. You were pretty sure you had over 100 people blocked by now. Majority of the comments body shamed you. You yourself weren't the standard slim and tall, beauty, but you weren't terribly over weight either. Yes ,you had your imperfections such as a tummy , thighs , stretch marks, and cellulite , but you celebrated these things rather than letting it get yourself down- usually. All the mean things people were saying were starting to get into your head. You now took a good look at yourself in the mirror and watched your self esteem deflate. "Maybe they're right... I could lose a few pounds... I need to eat less... will skipping meals work? Should I get a nose job? It all hurt. " You thought. Everything was just so overwhelming by now. You had shut yourself in your home for the last week, sobbing in your bedroom. "What has my relationship come to?" you asked yourself. As the days went by , everything had been getting increasingly more difficult for you. Today, just leaving your own home felt like something you couldn't accomplish. As you walked the street some fans had noticed you , even through your mask and sunglasses. They took that opportunity to spit angry words in your face. You just bowed to them politely and went on your way. • Taeyong sucked in air though his teeth as he checked the article on Naver for the nth time. "Mark, you've read the article haven't you?" The teenage boy looked at his leader though the mirror , while the makeup artist put the final touches on his makeup. "Hyung, I've probably read it more than you and all the other members combined. I've read articles on other sites too." Taeyong bit his lip. "I'm guessing you've read all the comments under the articles then as well. " "Trust me. I know what people are saying about Y/N. I've seen it all." Haechan looked up at Mark from eating his food. "I wonder how she's taking all of this." By now, all the stylists and managers had left the room for a short while. Mark sank back in his chair, leaning his head back. "She can't be taking any of this too well. She's getting attacked by pretty much our whole fanbase." WinWin commented while munching on a cookie. Mark let out a groan. He felt terrible that all of this was happening to you. You were receiving more hate for the relationship than he was. Guilt crawled up his spine. This all wasn't fair, especially for his precious Y/N. Mark ruffled his hair in frustration. "Do you guys know how many times I picked up the phone to Y/N sobbing? All of this hatred from fans has gotten to her . She says that she doesn't think that she's enough for me. She says that NCT won't do well because of this setback - I don't want her to think like that- I need to take some of the blame too-" Mark hadn't realized that his eyes had become watery. The boys watched in silence. They had never seen Mark in such a upset state. He was normally so happy and cheerful. The tension in the room was slightly released when one of the stylists who had been in the room earlier popped her head into the room. "Mark," she said softly , catching the raven haired boy's eyes, "It looks like Y/N is here for you." She whispered. The boy's head quickly snapped up. He hadn't seen you for a while and was dying to once again. When he quietly entered the hallway, he found you with your back faced away from the door. "Huh, Y/N looks thinner than usual..." Being a few inches taller than you he peeked over your shoulder, the small smile on his face quickly disappeared. Mark pursed his lips as he saw you scrolling through your direct messages , reading what terrible things people had sent you. He waited a minute or two and also watched you open the web browser to the articles , your eyes running over each comment left. He had had enough. His arm reached over you and snatched your phone right out of your hand. Realizing that your phone was soon taken away from you, a groan escaped your mouth. You sharply turned around with a glare and fumes radiating off of you. "Excuse me-" Your mood quickly calmed as you saw Mark standing in front of you. "M-mark." You sputtered. "Y/N" he breathed. Mark immediately enveloped you into a hug , sending warm waves all over your body. You missed him. You really did. Entering the waiting room once again , hand in hand , the members greeted you politely. Mark led you into one of the corners of the room and sat you down on the couch. You immediately cuddled up to him, his arms wrapping around your waist and your head lying on his shoulder. The two of you made small talk , avoiding what's been happening on the social media outlets. As time went by, you felt his fingers intertwine with yours. You smiled and stared at the size difference in your hands, admiring the warmth they gave you. "Oh, Y/N , we have food. Do you wanna eat?" You turned your head in the direction of Jaehyun's voice. Sitting up , you starred at the food and chewed on your bottom lip. "U-ummm...." "Come on babe, go eat." Mark dragged you over to the table on the other side of the room where the other members were. You sat down on the floor and gave Jaehyun a small bow as he put a bowl of rice in front of you. You thanked them for the food as observed as they all started to eat. You sat there for a while and watched everyone dig into the delicious looking food. Taking a small piece of a radish side dish, you popped the vegetable into your mouth and chewed slowly. You didn't want to admit it to anyone but you had been skipping a lot of your meals for the time being. Things that the fans were saying about your body really took a toll on how you viewed yourself. You mentally groaned as Mark put more food in your bowl. "Eat." He said while munching on some beef. "Ani, Mark , I'm okay..." you said while putting your chopsticks down. "Y/N, you barely ate anything at all." He pouted , serving you more food. You shook your head , gazing at Mark. Your stomach churned but you didn't want to acknowledge it. "Mark, I said no." "You told me you rushed out and didn't get to eat breakfast. Y/N , you have to eat something babe." "I don't want to eat ,Mark." You felt your vision start to get glassy. Nausea filled your body and the thoughts of the comments rolled in once again. • "God, how could someone that ugly date my Mark? Mark is for everyone , you ugly ass girl . Stop keeping him to yourself. Y/N darling, please have some control at the dinner table. Where can I send money to you? You need to get your face fixed Y/N" • You knew it was going to be difficult to date an idol, but you didn't think it was this hard. How naive of you , Y/N "I told you I don't wanna eat..." you whispered. The member's attention was now fully on you. You hadn't realized you had started crying till a tear fell onto your hand. "Y/N...? What's wrong...?" Mark's eyes widened. You sobbed and sobbed, not caring what the other members thought. The words spilled out of your mouth. "I can't take it anymore, I really can't. Don't people know that words hurt? 'Y/N , lose weight ' ,' Y/N , you need to get your face redone.' 'Y/N is ugly' ' Y/N doesn't deserve to be with Mark' , it all just hurts. I've been starving myself just to deal with your fans Mark. I just want them to like me and I want all of this harassment to stop. I love you , I really do , but it's just so hard." Hot tears flooded down your face , the members looked at you with pitying expressions. They felt sorry for what was happening . "I feel terrible for Y/N, I just wanna hug her right now." Doyoung whispered. Mark stood frozen in his spot , he was angry with the fans but he knew that this anger wouldn't get him anywhere. He hated seeing you cry, it broke his heart . Pulling you close to his chest, he hugged you stroking your hair and placed as many kisses on you as possible. " Y/N... please stop crying... those terrible people don't deserve your tears." You hugged Mark back but shook your head. There wasn't anything that you could do to keep the waterfall from your eyes from running. "I'm so exhausted Mark, I'm tired of listening to them." "Boys? It's time for your stage." You pushed Mark away and dabbed your eyes with a tissue. "Go on." You told him quietly. Mark bit his inner cheek. He wasn't going to leave you like this. Something needed to be done. As the boys filed out of the room ,Mark grabbed your wrist and pulled you out as well. "W-wait, Mark where are we going- Minhyung-!" He was pulling you past the members and through the doors to the stage. Your heart started to race. What exactly was Mark doing? The back stage crew looked at the teenage boy with a puzzled expression. He turned on his mic and squeezed your hand. Taking a deep breath he led you up the stairs of the stage. "Mark, what on earth are you doing? Are you sure this is a good idea!? You going to get booed off the stage if you bring me up there." "Just trust me Y/N , okay? " You trembled as you walked up the stairs. Looking back the NCT members stared at what was happening in front of them. You gave them a concerned look but all they could do was shrug. As the hot, stage lights hit your face, you squinted and gazed out into the crowed. Most of the seats were occupied . When the crowd saw Mark , their initial reaction was the fan girl norm- screaming their lungs out. But when then soon saw that Mark not alone,the cheering died down and whispers fluttered around the room. "Oh My god, its Y/N." "What's she doing up on stage with Mark?" "Yikes, she really decided to wear that today?" "Does anyone know what's going on?" You tried to pry your hand away from your boyfriend's but him grip seemed to be too tight. "Mark, let me go..." The boy covered up his mic and whispered. "No. I need to do this. I need to be the type of boyfriend that protects his girl in any type of situation. It's my job to protect you Y/N." You stood there, eyes wide at his words. "M-mark... n-no..." you frantically looked at the other NCT members standing on the side of the stage. They were just as shocked as you were giving you shrugs. Mark never was reckless like this- they never thought that he would do something to this extent but it seemed that he really cared about you . Mark uncovered his mic and let out a cough. He gave a slight wave to the fans in a awkward motion. "Thank you for all the fans who came out today... I really appreciate and love that all of you are here." Mark gave a small cute smile to all the fans causing them to squeal. "So... I know you guys know who this is." He stated , gesturing to you. You looked into the crowd and glanced at the bitter faces of the fans. They shot you looks of death and jealousy making your stomach curl. You wanted to run of stage , but you were so fear struck , your legs refused to move. " There's been a lot things being said about Y/N online , I've seen most of it," the fans started to chatter nervously " I know that the decision I have made has hurt most of the NCTzens and I'm truly sorry, but please, please be respectful to Y/N . I'm not asking for you all to like her, whether you do or not, that's up to you. I just want you all to think of how she feels right now. Imagine if you were in her shoes, would you like to hear and see nasty comments being thrown at you?" Mark squeezed your hand. You watched as some of the fans faces turn guilty. They shook their heads. "I really... love Y/N and I hate seeing someone I care about get hurt. If you have anything to say to her , say it to me instead ." You felt like your heart was about to explode as he said that he loved you in front of the fans. You squeezed his hand back. "Stop messaging her on her private social media accounts , stop body shaming her , stop telling her that she needs to get plastic surgery. Stop being childish fans who don't have the decency to give a guy and his girl some privacy. I wish you all could see what a great person she is without judging her by her imperfections first. Y/N is beautiful just the way she is," he turned to you and looked you dead in the eyes. "You don't need the reassurance of the fans , you're the most beautiful and most genuinely humble person I know. That's why I love you. You honestly make the the happiest guy on this earth." Mark turned back to the fans. "Please you all, please leave Y/N alone." And with that note, Mark took you off of the stage. The set was dead silent. He brought you into the hallway. You looked up at him anxiously. "You didn't have to do that." Mark shook his head and caressed your cheek. "Yes I did. I promise I won't let anything like that happen to you again ,okay?" The day went on as usual. You went home while Mark continued on with his schedules. It was 10 o'clock at night when you heard a knock at your door. "Hello- oh." You were greeted to a panting , out of breath Mark. "Snuck out of the dorm again?" "You know it." As the night went on , the two of you snuggled up on the couch , watching Studio Ghibli movies. You got a notification on your phone from a close friend sending you a video link.Tapping on the link it opened to a video that someone had taken earlier at that e MBC building. Biting your lip you watched the video with Mark by your side . "I can't believe you did that." You whispered. Mark chuckled and kissed your cheek. "What did your manager have to say about it?" "Let's just say he wasn't too thrilled about my behavior earlier , but what could I do ? I wanted to help you." Looking up at Mark , you smiled and gave him a soft kiss, letting all the butterflies fly around your stomach. "Taeyong hyung blamed it on my puberty , don't worry." Scrolling through the comments one last time you smiled seeing that some fans took it upon themselves to apologize for the way they behaved. Although there were still those who said the unthinkable . Smiling, you rolled your eyes and shut your phone off. "You're right." "Right about what?" "That it doesn't matter what the fans think of me. I don't have to listen to them. I have a guy who loves me inside and out and that's all that matters. I love you , Minhyung" Another sweet kiss was shared, oh, and lots of cuddling too.

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