#next step is to draw them doing something actually couple-y

[xenocorner]

//Slams EMH Tony and 2007 Stephen on your timeline

They just look so good together SOBS-

#This suit along with the black and white one for Stephen are perfect to draw him with a slim waist UGH I LOVE SLIM WAIST STEPHEN #And this shirt is ALSO perfect to draw buff arms Tony GHHH #I go feral over this two men I love them so much END ME- #next step is to draw them doing something actually couple-y #ALSO I LOVE THEIR HAIR IN THIS VERSIONS OF THEM //SLAMS THE TABLE #anyway #iron man #tony stark #stephen strange #doctor strange #ironstrange #earth's mightiest heroes

[adams-angels]

I want to see my man in pain, Adam break down after reader said they want to break up (fluff in the end pls) 😞

I reaaaally enjoyed writing this

I love pain 🥹

💖 Please send me requests! Send me your own headcanons! I will draw! I'm obsessed rn!💖

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Adam POV

It was a normal night. Out talking to some babes. Tellin' them how great I am. Because, well, I AM! HA! I'm the first fucking man! These bitches swarm me. Who am I to deny them. I check my phone a see y/n has text me. "Ugh, what do you want now you needy fuckin'" I can't believe what I'm reading.

"we're done."

My heart sinks. Why is it sinking. I don't care. I'm fucking ADAM!! Adam stands, pushing away the crowd of angels surrounding him and tries calling you. "Come on.. come on, pick up, you dumb bitch." No answer. NO FUCKING ANSWER. His head spins. Panic sets in as. This isn't happening. Not again.

You think you're better than me?! You're nothing! I'm Adam!! I can get ANYONE I FUCKING WANT YOU THINK I NEED YOU?!

I'VE GOT TONS OF BITCHES WAITING FOR ME!

I DONT NEED YOU I NEVER NEEDED YOU!

He tries calling you again. No answer. "FUCK!" He expands his wings and shoots up, smashing through the skylight. He continues to text and call as he makes his away to your apartment. "FUCKING ANSWER ME!" He screams into his phone. By the time he arrives at your apartment he calms himself down, "I can get them back." He thinks to himself as he lands on your balcony. "They didn't mean it. They couldn't of."

As he reaches for the handle of the sliding door his hand shakes. "No, no, no, no." He grips onto his wrist stepping back from the door, being stopped my the railing. He slides down to the floor. "No, no, no...." His voice cracks, fear, sadness, anger. He never let himself get close. At least that's what he told himself. After the second wife also betrayed him he swore he'd never care so he would never hurt. But somewhere along the way, he fell for you. Although he denied himself.

He rushed to remove his mask, feeling like he can't breathe. Once he got it off he threw it aside. Clutching at his chest as tears escaped from his eyes. "No, no, no.." he whimpered. He sat on the floor for an hour. Thinking about you. What he did wrong. If he did something terrible. Why you're ending it. There wasn't even anything to end and yet his world felt like it was crashing around him.

Once he calmed down he leaned forward and sighed. Wiping his cheeks as he stood up and put his mask back on. He reached for the handle, hesitating before opening the sliding door. He sees you in your bed, asleep. He closed the door quietly and just watched you. For about half an hour before he realised how much a creep he's being. He walked into your livingroom. He's been here plenty times before. He memorized the layout.

He walks over to one of your succulents. You loved them. Once he came over and accidentally knocked one on the floor. You were so upset. He didn't see the big deal but he still went out of his way to buy you a new pot for it and a new succulent altogether. Just something to say he was sorry without actually saying sorry. He smiled as he remembered your joy. He sat on the couch and waited.

A couple hours later he heard rustling in your room. He shot up from the couch and heading to your bedroom, freezing at the doorway as he sees you wake. You scream in surprise, falling off your bed. He noticed your phone falling off the nightstand with you. His chest tightens. Your phone. Those horrible texts. "Adam?! What the hell are you doing in my apartment?!" You yell at him, snapping him out of his thoughts.

He stands there, feeling awkward. "You want to leave me?" He asked, trying hard to not break his voice. You tut, he watches at you stand, wanting to help but to afraid to move. "You say that like you cared." You snap, picking your phone up from the floor. "Don't look at that." He took a step towards you, reaching out but you recoiled. "Why? You next me nasty shit? Telling me I'm worthless? That I was lucky to -" he interrupted, "y/n, I'm sorry. I just want to know what I did wrong."

Adam braces himself. For you to yell. For you to scream. For you to tell him you love someone else. "I just... I can't... I don't want to be a place holder for you." His shoulders slump down he hesitantly steps closer to you "What are you talking about?" He carefully slides his hand under yours "I don't want to be someone you just use until you find someone better." His fingers interlace with your as his other hand brushes your hair from you face. His breath catches seeing your red, watery eyes "I just want to be... I don't know, Adam."

His hand cups your face. He looks into your eyes and for the first time in eons he chose to be vulnerable. "Be mine?" He watches you shrug. Rightfully assuming you've misunderstood his request he clarifies "no, I'm asking. Be mine." The way you look at him makes his chest tighten in fear. "What?" He recoiled. "I mean, maybe we could start again? Like.. properly?"

"You mean like.. date? What happened to "I don't date. I'm the first man. I have the first penis ever bla bla!"" He glares at you. Of course you'd remember that. "I don't sound like that." "You do." Adam brow furrows in in frustration. "Whatever, y/n, please. I can't lose you. I don't want to lose you. Please don't leave me." He felt pathetic. He was pathetic. "I'll have to think about it." His chest tightened. His heart beating a million miles a minute. You'd see how pale he would be if he wasn't wearing the mask. "H-how long will that take?" He asked, desperation leaking out of him.

"I don't know, Adam." You shrug. The air was thick. He was struggling to breath and needed to get out of there. "I really care about you, y/n. You have to believe me, babe." He kisses your hand before releasing it. "Just.. uh... Delete those texts. I didn't mean any of it." He heads to the sliding door he entered from, opening it and expanding his wings as he jumps off. He looks behind to see if you watched leave like you've done so maybe times before. But you're not there.

It's been a month. A whole month. It should feel like nothing to him considering how long he's been in existence yet it feels like a years. He sees you about. With your friends. Getting groceries. Whenever his eyes catch on to you he freezes. No matter what he's doing.

He can't keep this up. He didn't want to pressure you. Make you feel like you had to choose him. But fuck he needed you to choose him. He was in his office. But he couldn't focus. He was so tired, not being able to sleep well without you. Even if he didn't sleep the whole night it was always nice knowing you were there no matter what. At least that's what he used to think.

He checked his phone to see nothing from you. It was too much. He was alone. You were never coming back. No one ever comes back. Lilith left him. Eve left him. Now you. "Fuck. FUCK!" He picks up his coffee and punts it at the wall. He can't stay here. He needs to find you. He needs you back.

He swung the door open and there you were. He couldn't believe it. He thought you'd at least text him. Not show up at his office! His feathers were literally ruffled, his office looks like a bombs hit it. "Y/n?" He said softly, it was like time stopped for a minute. He wish it did. Then he could scoop you in his arms and never let you leave. He snapped back into reality changing his expression quickly, not want anyone to see a softer side to him. "Come in." He stands aside letting you in to his office. He hates that you didn't text. He would of cleaned up there were documents everywhere, a smashed mug on the floor and coffee stains on the wall. He hated it was such a mess for you. "Bad day?" You commented he grumbled in response. "There are no bad days in heaven." He mumbled as he slumps down on his office chair.

Resting his chin on the back of his hand as he watches you walk over to his office window, opening it. The musky smell almost dissipating immediately "So... I thought about it." He perks up, sitting straight, watching you like a hawk. "And?"

"and I'm willing to start again. Properly." He immediately bolts from his chair, wrapping his arms around you. "Fuck, thank fucking Christ. Don't do that to me again. Please." His voice breaks, wings surrounded the both of you. "Please, I'm sorry. I'll treat you so much better." "Promise?" "Yes, promise."

～⁠♡✧⁠｡ I really hope you enjoyed! I'm not a writer by any means but I appreciate any support I receive so thank you for reading! ｡✧⁠♡～⁠

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin adam #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel adam x reader #adam x reader #hazbin hotel adam smut

[goldengalore]

Never Alone

An anxious!reader fic.

Summary: Harry wants to meet Y/N’s family, but she is hesitant to introduce him to them and he can’t figure out why. When he discovers the reason, he’s hurt that she felt the need to hide it from him. This makes Harry question Y/N’s feelings for him, while she thinks he’s doubting her anxiety issues.

Word count: 6.8k

Warnings: anxiety, toxic family, invalidation of mental health issues, angst, mentions of sex but no actual smut

A/N: Listened to Matilda and Renegade by Big Red Machine ft. Taylor Swift a ton while writing this. Also, to anyone reading this who has ever felt invalidated about their mental health issues, I see you and I hope you know you are never ever alone ❤️

***

Harry and Y/N hadn’t been dating for very long when he introduced her to his mother, Anne, and his older sister, Gemma.

He knew that meeting them in person for the first time would be stressful for Y/N because of her social anxiety as well as her obsession with making an excellent impression on every single person in his life. So, he cleverly began easing her into it by having her pop in briefly during his usual FaceTime calls with Anne and Gemma.

It worked because when he asked her to come home with him for Christmas, she didn’t even hesitate to say yes. That didn’t mean she wasn’t nervous about it though. Between her anxiety and his excitement, they were both a ball of jitters on the ten-hour flight from LA to London.

Harry’s family fell in love with Y/N. Once she conquered her initial timidness, she fit in perfectly with them. This didn’t come as a surprise to him at all, but Y/N was completely blown away by the love and warmth that his family showered her with. She was even brought to tears from it.

After a joyous holiday with his family, Harry found himself imagining what meeting Y/N’s family would be like. To him, that was the next logical step in their relationship, and he was eagerly anticipating it. So, when they’re a whole year into their relationship and she still hasn’t introduced him to her family or expressed any intention of doing so, he can’t help but wonder what might be holding her back.

She even had the opportunity to do so when she recently visited her family for a few days. She could have taken him with her. He even offered to tag along, but she refused, claiming that her mother had come down with some nasty stomach bug, so it wouldn’t be the best time.

He can’t lie. Her refusal hurt. Although he tries not to make a big deal out of it, it eats at him over the next couple weeks, so one day, he just decides to bring it up.

For most people, it’s a lazy Sunday—the perfect opportunity to sleep in and not get out of bed until noon. Not for Harry and Y/N though. No, the two creative souls got up bright and early to use this time to write and draw. Harry sits on one couch with his guitar in his lap and his songwriting notebook next to him along with his phone, which is recording everything he plays. On the other couch is Y/N, her sketchbook perched up against her bent legs, her pencil gripped between her skillful fingers as she works on a drawing.

Harry has been staring at her for some time now while mindlessly strumming his guitar. She’s too immersed in her task to sense his gaze on her.

“Y/N?”

“Yes, baby?” she responds without looking up from her sketchbook.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Mhm?”

He pauses the recording on his phone before asking, “Why don’t you want me to meet your family?”

The question pulls her attention away from her drawing to his face. The hand holding her pencil is frozen on the paper.

“I told you,” she says softly. “It’s not that I don’t want you to meet them. I’m just... waiting for the right time.”

He cocks a brow. “The right time? Will there ever be a right time? We’ve been together for a year.” He really doesn’t want to sound pushy or demanding, but he also just wants her to know how he feels. “You and my mum are constantly sending each other cat videos. You and Gemma have inside jokes that I’m not even a part of. Meanwhile, I find myself wondering if your family even knows who I am.”

She gives him a small, slightly amused smirk. “H, they know who you are. Trust me.”

“You know what I mean,” he mumbles, looking down at his guitar. Sure, they may know him as “Harry Styles the singer” or “Harry Styles the actor,” but that’s not what matters to him. He just wants them to know him as Y/N’s boyfriend, that’s all.

“They know that we’re in a relationship,” she confirms.

He waits for her to elaborate, but she doesn’t. “Okay... And? How do they feel about that? Do they ask about me? Do they even want to meet me?”

She averts her gaze, her pencil moving across the page again. “They ask about you every time I see them.”

“Then what’s holding you back?” he inquires gently.

Her response is so delayed that he wonders if he’s even going to get one. “I’ll talk to them,” she says after a minute. “We’ll arrange a time for you and me to go see them together.”

His eyebrows lift up in surprise. “Really?”

She nods. “Yeah. If you really want to meet them, I’ll try to make it happen.”

He doesn’t know what to say at first. He didn’t expect her to concede so quickly. “Thank you, lovie,” he says once the words finally come to him.

She just gives him a brief smile and returns to her drawing, making a few more pencil strokes before asking, “Wanna see what I drew?”

“Always.”

She tries to bite back an excited grin as she turns her sketchbook around to show him. He shifts the guitar in his lap and leans forward to take a look. He instantly recognizes himself in the sketch. It’s him sitting as he is now, on the couch with his guitar. Every detail of his facial features is intricately depicted from the focused furrow of his brow to the shape of his nose to the stubble on his jaw.

He stares at it in awe. “That looks amazing.”

“Thanks!”

He tears his gaze away from the sketch and looks at her. “You were drawing me this whole time? I thought you were brainstorming ideas for your next piece.”

“I was, but you just looked so cute sitting there with your guitar. I mean, you were practically begging to be drawn.” She shoots him a flirtatious grin.

“Mhm. Right.” He shakes his head at her, smiling. “Can I keep it?”

“Of course.” She carefully rips the page out of her book and hands it over to him.

“Another one for the collection,” he states happily, referring to his growing collection of sketches that she’s drawn of him over the past year. In the beginning, she used to hide them from him. Then one day, he stumbled upon her sketchbook sitting on the dining table, opened up to a page containing a flawless illustration of his Vogue magazine cover, and he was astounded. Y/N’s whole face flushed red when she found him staring at it, but he was quick to reassure her that he liked it and asked if he could keep it.

“I don’t mind, you know. That you like drawing me,” he told her that day. “It’s a compliment, if anything, and it’s no different than me writing songs about you.”

Her face brightened at his revelation. “You write songs about me?”

“All the time.”

Ever since that conversation, she no longer hesitates to show him these drawings and he makes sure to keep each one in a safe place.

“I still can’t believe you’ve been saving them all,” she says now. “You really haven’t thrown a single one away?”

“I could never.”

***

A whole week passes by, and it’s like their conversation about arranging a time to meet Y/N’s family never even happened because she doesn’t bring it up again. Harry starts to wonder if she only said that to appease him for a while and stop him from asking. That annoys him. It would be one thing to tell him that she doesn’t want him to meet her family; it’s another to make false promises just to shut him up.

He wishes he could drop it. But he can’t. Especially now that he is almost certain that she’s hiding something from him.

She has a meeting today with the owner of an esteemed art gallery in LA, who offered her the opportunity to hold her first solo art exhibition. She has spent the last couple months preparing for the exhibition, which is less than two weeks away. Her best friend and business partner, Rosie, will be accompanying her to the meeting. Rosie shows up at Harry’s house around 10:30 that morning.

“Y/N’s upstairs, still getting ready,” he tells her after inviting her in. “Should be down soon though.”

“I’m surprised I’m ready before her for once. That’s quite the accomplishment for me.”

“Yeah, I, um—” He releases a sheepish laugh, touching his fingers to his lips. “I may have made her a bit late getting out of bed this morning.”

Rosie opens her mouth to say something, then closes it. He raises his brows at her expectantly, but she waves a dismissive hand and says, “Oh, I was just going to ask what you two were up to, but then I answered my own question.”

A coy grin tugs at the corners of his lips, as the memories of his sensual morning with Y/N play back in his mind.

He and Rosie take a seat in the living room. He offers her something to eat or drink while they wait, but she politely declines. That’s when the thought occurs to him. If there is anyone who knows Y/N better than him, it would be her best friend, who has known her for the majority of her adult life. Surely, if Y/N is hiding something from him, Rosie could be the key to helping him figure out what and why.

“Hey, this might be a random question, but have you ever met Y/N’s family?” he asks.

“Yeah, a few times.”

“What are they like?”

Her hazel eyes narrow slightly. “Why do you ask?”

He leans forward, resting his elbows on his thighs. “Don’t you think it’s a bit strange that Y/N and I have been together for a year and she still hasn’t introduced me to her family?”

Rosie hesitates. She glances over her shoulder at the stairs before answering quietly, “Look, let’s just say... Her family isn’t very supportive of her.”

His heart sinks. “Shit. Really?”

She nods. “They’re like the type of people who think mental health problems aren’t real problems or that tough love can fix everything, including anxiety.”

He winces.

“Yeah…”

“Well, that explains a lot,” he says, referring not only to Y/N’s reluctance to introduce him to her family but also her emotional reaction to his family accepting her with open arms. “Why didn’t she just tell me that? I would’ve understood.”

“You know how Y/N is. She keeps a lot to herself, and she doesn’t even do it on purpose most of the time.”

“I know, but...” He shrugs. “I just thought we’d reached that stage in our relationship where we could tell each other anything. At least that’s how I feel when I’m with her.”

She had so many chances to tell him the truth about her family. Even if she didn’t want to get into the nitty-gritty details of it, all she had to do was tell him that they’re not nice people for him to drop the topic altogether. He feels guilty now for bringing up her family so much, but she never gave him any indication that they were bad people. Even when she went to visit them recently, it didn’t seem like she was dreading it. So, how was Harry supposed to know? How can he possibly know anything about her if she refuses to open up to him?

They hear her footsteps rapidly descending the stairs now.

“I’m ready!” she shouts.

Her outfit for the meeting is sleek and professional—a teal blouse loosely tucked into a pair of slim, high-waisted black trousers. Harry helped her pick it out this morning when she was struggling to decide between a few different options.

“How late are we?” she asks breathlessly at the bottom of the stairs.

Rosie checks her phone. “Not that late. We can still get there with five minutes to spare.”

As Rosie heads to the door, Y/N walks over to Harry to kiss him goodbye.

“Bye, baby. I’ll see you later,” she says.

He squeezes her hand. “Best of luck with the meeting. Remember to breathe.”

“I’ll try!”

And then she’s off.

***

Sometimes, Y/N can’t tell if someone is actually behaving differently around her or if her anxiety is causing her to see things that aren’t there. There have been instances where she thought someone was acting off around her and became convinced that they were upset with her only to find out that they were just having a bad day and it had nothing to do with her at all.

She wonders if this might be the case with Harry. He has been acting strange the past few days. The shift in behaviour is subtle. A kiss that ends a moment too soon, a smile that doesn’t quite reach the eyes, a laugh that feels just a little bit forced. Most people wouldn’t take notice. But the thing about anxiety is that it forces you to notice everything. It’s as if the brain is in a constant state of hypervigilance, scanning its environment for the slightest sign of a threat.

Harry has been at the studio all day. She saw him briefly around seven o’clock this morning when her eyes fluttered open to find him all showered and dressed for the day, grabbing his phone off the nightstand.

“Heading to the studio. Love you,” he told her, planting a hasty kiss to her forehead before leaving.

She couldn’t fall back asleep after that, so she decided to start her day too and put some finishing touches on the drawings for her upcoming exhibit. However, her overthinking mind made it impossible to focus. She ultimately decided to take her drawings over to her apartment and work there instead.

Over the past six months, she has practically lived at Harry’s house with how much time she spends there. But her apartment has always been there in case she needs some time alone or, like today, she just needs a change of scenery to sharpen her focus.

It didn’t occur to her at any point to text Harry and let him know where he can find her after he finishes up at the studio. Or perhaps, her subconscious made her withhold that information on purpose to see if he would even notice or care for her absence.

Late that evening, she receives a call from him.

“Hey, where’d you go?” he asks when she picks up.

“Oh, I’m at my apartment. Couldn’t focus today, so I thought I’d try working here instead.”

“Hm. Wish you’d told me. I would’ve headed straight there from the studio.”

“Sorry,” she mumbles in response.

“It’s all right. Be there in a few.”

“Okay. See you soon.”

A nervousness seeps through her after their call. A kind of nervousness she hasn’t felt since the very early days of their relationship when she wasn’t quite comfortable around him yet. She doesn’t like this feeling and tries to distract herself by cleaning up the kitchen where she just finished having dinner not too long ago.

Harry has a spare key to her apartment, just like she has one to his house, so when she hears it turn in the lock, she knows it’s him. Her heart is in her throat.

She’s washing her hands in the kitchen sink when the door opens.

“Hi, my love,” he greets her. He’s wearing her merch today. Well, technically, it’s his merch that she helped design. Their merch, as he would call it.

“Hey,” she replies. As she wipes her hands on the towel by the sink, he walks up behind her and slides his arms around her waist, burying his face in her hair. She turns around to face him. “How was your day?” For some reason, the question comes out sounding awkward, at least in her head, but Harry seems unfazed.

“Productive. We wrote so much today. Song after song. I couldn’t believe it. Tyler suggested we pull an all-nighter, but everyone was tired, so we decided to go home…” A dimpled smile emerges on his face as he adds, “And I wanted to see you, so…”

He plants a sweet, lingering kiss to her lips. She should feel the stress dissipating from her body. She should feel a sense of calm washing over her like cool ocean waves on a hot summer day. But none of that happens.

His hand sneaks under her shirt, squeezing her bare waist before wandering upward to her breast.

“Sorry,” she says, pulling away suddenly. “I, um, I’m not in the mood tonight.”

He blinks a few times, thrown for a moment. “Oh. Okay. No worries.” He takes a step back and scratches the back of his neck, eyes searching her face. “Everything okay?”

She doesn’t meet his gaze. “Yeah, I think I’m just starting my period soon, so you know…”

“Ah. Well, maybe we can just cuddle then. If you’re in the mood for that.”

“Mhm.”

They lay on her plush black couch together, her head on his shoulder, his fingers running through the lengths of her hair. He’s humming some unknown melody—probably a new song he’s been working on. She feels her heartbeat slowing down, finally.

Then he says, “Hey, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something.”

Her heart picks up again. This is it. This is what she’s been dreading. She has no idea what he’s about to say, but of course, her mind jumps to the worst case scenario.

“Yeah?” she says, trying to keep her voice level.

“It’s about something Rosie told me.”

She frowns. “Something Rosie told you? What would that be?”

“She told me about your family, how they… they’re not supportive of you and your struggles.”

Her frown deepens. “She told you that?” She sits up now. “Why would she do that? She has no right to be sharing that kind of information about me.”

He sits up too, confusion taking hold of his features. “It’s not like she shared it with some stranger, lovie. I’m your boyfriend. Why is it so bad that she told me?”

“Because I didn’t want…” She trails off.

“You didn’t want me to know?”

She wordlessly looks down in her lap.

“Why?” he asks, the hurt apparent in his voice.

Forcing herself to look at him, she answers, “I didn’t want to disappoint you. You seemed so excited to meet them, and you bring them up all the time—”

“Yeah, that was when I knew nothing about them. If I’d known how they’d treated you, why the fuck would I want to meet them?” He runs a hand through his hair, clutching the ends briefly before letting go. “And I brought them up all the time because you were always so bloody vague about the topic. What was I— What was I meant to think? I’m not a mind-reader, Y/N.”

“I know. I know you’re not a mind-reader.” She tries to reach out to him, but he doesn’t seem to notice her outstretched hand as he turns away, so she lets it fall on the couch.

“Well, sometimes I feel like you expect me to be one because you never tell me how you really feel or what you’re really thinking, and I’m left to figure it out on my own.”

“Okay, that’s not true.” She shakes her head, growing a bit defensive now. “I know I used to be like that in the beginning, but you can’t tell me I haven’t gotten better since then because I have. You’re just angry right now and I—I can understa—”

“I’m not angry,” he insists, though he sounds pretty close to it, and it’s making her panic because although she has seen him get angry before, it’s never been at her.

His eyes fall shut for a moment. He seems to compose himself before continuing calmly, “I’m just frustrated because I feel like I’ve told you everything about me, I’ve bared my entire fucking soul to you, and I know it’s not as easy for you to do the same, but it’s not like it’s a walk in the park for me either. You say that it’s your anxiety that keeps you from opening up to me, but at this point, I can’t help but wonder if you just don’t feel as strongly about me as I feel about you.”

She flinches at the last part, a sense of betrayal settling like rocks in her stomach. “Y—you think I use my anxiety as an excuse?”

“That is not what I said.”

“That’s what you implied.”

“No,” he stresses, clenching his jaw. “You’re purposely misunderstanding me.”

“Why are you here, Harry?”

Puzzled green eyes stare back at her. “What?”

“This has clearly been on your mind for some time now. If you really think that I don’t feel strongly about you, that my anxiety is just some cover-up, then why are you still wasting your time with me?” Her heart thuds wildly in her chest as she spouts, “Is it just for the sex? Is that it? I mean, that’s why you came here tonight, right? Just for a quick fuck. And when you couldn’t have that, you decided to pick a fight with me.”

It was mean. Quite possibly—no, definitely—the meanest thing she has ever said to or about him. And it was undeserved. And she regrets the words as soon as they leave her mouth.

The expression on his face switches from disbelief to disgust to pure pain in a matter of seconds.

“Yeah,” he says, swallowing thickly. “You’re right. That’s what I’m here for, Y/N. Just a quick fuck. Because I’m some lowlife prick that would use you for sex and get mad when I can’t have it. You figured it out. Amazing job.” He claps his hands and stands up, taking long strides to the door.

“Wh—where are you going?” she stammers.

He ignores her and shoves his socked feet into his Vans. On shaky legs, she hurries over to him.

“H, where are you going?”

As his left hand reaches for the doorknob, she grabs his other one.

“No, wait, don’t go.”

“No, you’ve made it clear to me the kind of person you think I am. Thanks for your honesty, Y/N.” He speaks without looking at her. She can only see his side profile, but it’s enough to catch the tears forming in his eyes.

He tries to pull his hand away, but she squeezes it tighter, pleading with him, “I didn’t mean it. Please don’t go. Baby, please—”

“I’m tired, Y/N,” he sighs out, sounding utterly exhausted. “I just want to go home.”

He manages to yank his hand free from her grasp and leaves the apartment, shutting the door firmly behind him.

Y/N stands there, staring at it for the longest time, before making her way back to the couch in a daze.

She doesn’t know why she said it. He was just trying to explain his inner thoughts and feelings, not attacking her, but her brain latched onto that one comment about her anxiety and blew it way out of proportion. It struck a nerve somewhere inside her, reopening old wounds created by people in her past who invalidated her struggles.

But Harry is nothing like those people. No, he is a far cry from them. No one has shown her the level of kindness and understanding that he has, and she fears that no one else ever will, which makes the thought of losing him catastrophically more painful.

She lies down on her side on the couch, curling her legs into herself as the first sob of many escapes her body.

***

The big day has arrived.

Y/N’s very first solo art exhibition that she’s been working her ass off on for the past few months takes place tonight. The gallery that offered to display her work made an agreement with her to donate a portion of the profits to a local mental health charity—something that Y/N has always wanted to do. She’s always dreamed of using her art to give back to causes that matter to her, and she is finally at the stage where she can do that.

Her art career has taken off this past year. She was doing well before, but this year has catapulted her career to heights she couldn’t have imagined. She knows Harry has a lot to do with it, since the limited edition merch she designed for him attracted millions of new eyes to her work, not to mention the fact that she started dating him afterwards, which further piqued people’s curiosity about her as a person and an artist. But Harry, being the humble man he is, argues that it’s her talent that keeps bringing people back to her work, not him.

Whether he admits it or not, Harry has changed her life in more ways than one. Even if he never speaks to her again, she will be thanking him for the rest of her life.

Over the past week, she has typed a hundred different apologies to him, deleting each one without sending it, convincing herself that it’s not good enough, that he doesn’t want to hear from her, that he probably hates her guts.

She has missed him all week, but tonight, that feeling cements itself deep inside her chest, mixing perilously with the fear of having to talk about her art with strangers. It would’ve helped to have Rosie here at least, but her fiancé’s mother was in the hospital after a medical emergency and she needed to be there for them.

Y/N feels incredibly alone.

The people working at the gallery have been lovely. She hardly had to do anything at all because they took care of the entire setup. Now, they’re preparing the refreshments table, and just the mere sight of all that food is making her nauseous.

As hard as she tries to keep her shit together, she crumbles and bolts towards the exit. One of the gallery workers tries to inform her that the exhibit is about to start, but she barely hears him through her heart pounding in her ears. Once outside, she starts walking down the sidewalk in a random direction and finds an opening between two buildings where she can take a moment to herself, away from other people.

The fresh air entering her lungs is somewhat soothing, so she tries to focus on that, leaning a hand against one of the buildings.

“Y/N?” says a deep, familiar voice from behind her.

It can’t be, she thinks to herself, but when she turns around, there he is. Standing on the sidewalk. Dressed in dark, indiscriminate clothing and a hat, which casts a shadow over most of his handsome features. He’s wearing his Gucci square-framed glasses that make him look like a college student.

“Harry? What are you doing here?”

He steps towards her, pushing his glasses up his nose. “I was sat in the cafe across the street, waiting for your exhibit to start. Saw you run out. Are you okay?”

Instead of answering his question, she asks in a weak voice, “You came to see my exhibit?”

“Of course I did,” he says, as if the concept of him missing it is unfathomable. He places his hands on his hips and adds with a faint smirk, “You think I, your number one fan, would miss out on your first solo exhibit? C’mon.”

Tears flood Y/N’s eyes, blurring her vision.

Harry’s face falls. “Oh no. Don’t cry, lovie.”

The tears streak down her cheeks now, ruining the makeup she spent so long on applying tonight. “I thought you hated me.”

He reaches towards her and delicately places his hands on her arms. “I could never hate you.”

“But you should! You should hate me because you’ve been nothing but patient and understanding with me and I treated you like shit in return and I hate myself for it and I’m so sorry—”

“It’s okay—”

“No, it’s not!”

“Shh, come here.” He pulls her into his arms, cradling her head against his chest, holding her there until she calms down. Then he draws back and lifts her chin to make her look at him. “Listen to me. I did not come here to make you cry and ruin your big night, okay? I came here to support you. Now you’re going to put on that beautiful smile of yours and you’re going to go back in there and you’re going to put on this wonderful exhibit—”

“I don’t think I can.” She shakes her head.

“Yes, you can. You’ve worked so hard for this, my love. You deserve this. Don’t let your fear tell you otherwise.”

She sniffles, thinking for a moment. “You’re going to be there?”

“Yes. The whole time,” he reassures her. “I promise to be discreet though. I’m not about to steal the spotlight from you.”

“I wouldn’t mind even if you did, to be honest.”

“See, that’s the fear talking.” He pokes her softly in the chest. “This is your night and your night only.”

A part of her wishes he would just pull her back into his arms and let her stay there forever, safe and warm and comfortable. But he’s right. She has worked too hard and come too far to allow fear to stifle her now.

“Okay,” she says finally. “Okay, I’m going to go back in.”

He smiles widely. “That’s my girl.” He kisses her and sends her off with a few more encouraging words.

For the first fifteen minutes of the exhibit, as the first batch of visitors trickle into the gallery, the voice in Y/N’s head is screaming at her to run out the nearest exit and not look back. It takes everything in her to keep her feet planted where she is and withstand the racing heart and the churning stomach and the sweaty palms.

It isn’t until people start coming up to her to ask questions about her art that she begins to feel any semblance of calm, which is surprising, considering that this is the part she was most afraid of. Once she gets into artist mode, articulating her artistic ideas and techniques in front of these strangers comes naturally.

She spots Harry every now and then, wandering around the gallery with everyone else, blending in remarkably well in his dark clothes and hat and glasses. At one point, while she’s talking to someone, she sees Harry in the distance, holding up his phone with the camera aimed at her. He winks when he catches her eye.

By the last half hour of the exhibit, Y/N’s throat is dry and hoarse from talking so much. She can’t believe how many people were interested in discussing her work with her.

While she’s taking a break to have some water, she hears someone shout, “There she is!”

She turns to find Jeff and Glenne walking towards her, smiling and waving like proud parents.

“So sorry we’re late,” says Glenne. “Traffic was a nightmare.”

Y/N shakes her head. “No, it’s totally fine. I didn’t even know you were coming.”

“Are you kidding?” says Jeff. “We’ve been looking forward to this.”

Y/N told them about the exhibit when she and Harry invited them over for dinner last month. She didn’t expect them to remember. The fact that they did means everything.

“We were going to buy something, but it looks like everything’s sold out, huh?” says Jeff, looking around.

“Oh, we’re so coming early for the next one,” says Glenne.

Y/N smiles at the determination in her voice. “Thank you for coming. You guys have no idea how much it means to me.”

Her heart is so full. Whereas the night started with her feeling petrified and alone, she now feels more loved and supported than ever. To say that the exhibit was a success is an understatement, and having Harry, Jeff, and Glenne all there for her was the cherry on top because success tastes so much sweeter when you have people to share it with.

***

Harry is bursting with pride. Watching Y/N put on this exhibit tonight has been quite a treat. She has blossomed from someone who used to not think very highly of her artistic capabilities into a self-assured artist right before his eyes, and he has loved being able to witness her growth.

Now they’re at his house, having Thai food, and Y/N, who hasn’t eaten all day due to nerves, is devouring everything so quickly that he worries he might not have ordered enough food for them. Luckily, that doesn’t end up being the case.

Afterwards, as they’re placing their dishes in the sink, Y/N tells him, “I saw you sneaking pictures of me at the exhibit. Like a little fanboy.”

He laughs. “I hope you don’t mind. You just looked so in your element.”

She bites her lip. “Can I see them?”

“Sure.” He takes his phone out of his pocket and opens up his camera roll. He places it on the counter so they can both look together.

Each photo shows Y/N talking to people who came to see her work, her hands poised in the air as she describes her creative process or her inspiration behind a specific piece.

“You look so confident,” he comments. “And happy.” He looks up at her from his phone and nudges her softly with his arm. “I’m proud of you.”

For a second, it seems like she’s about to break down into tears again but then contains herself.

“I really don’t deserve you,” she says.

He gives her a gentle look, knowing that she’s referring to the hurtful words she fired at him that night in her apartment. The words that burrowed deep under his skin for a few days until he gained some clarity and realized that she’d only said them because she felt attacked, that she didn’t actually believe them. Of course, that didn’t make it okay, but it did soften him towards her a little. And knowing Y/N, he could safely assume that she was far angrier at herself than he was at her.

“Y/N, I know you didn’t mean what you said. I mean, it still fucking hurt, but I know they were just words said in the heat of the moment… Right?”

“Yes,” she replies without hesitation. “And I’m so sorry, not just about what I said that night, but also what I didn’t say about my family, for hiding that from you.”

“No, I never should’ve pushed you to tell me in the first place.”

“But you never pushed me, Harry.” She turns her body towards him fully, leaning against the counter. “You just asked because you were curious about that part of my life, the same way I was curious about your family before I met them. It’s just that my family is… They’re nothing like yours. It’s not like they’re terrible people. They’re just not warm or affectionate, and they see any display of emotion as a sign of weakness.”

He quirks a brow. “I hope you don’t take this the wrong way, lovie, but they sound like robots.”

“You’re not far off,” she replies with a shrug. “They have this toughness, this stoic resolve that I used to envy when I was younger, until I realized that I didn’t want to be like that at all. As a child though, when your whole family is like that and you’re the anxious one who can’t get your emotions under control, it’s hard to feel normal. My parents didn’t know how to handle my anxiety, so they tried to mold me into them, and when that didn’t work, they just started denying my feelings altogether. Every time I would try to talk about my feelings, they would shut me down, tell me to suck it up and toughen up and stop being so goddamn sensitive.”

Hearing that makes Harry’s chest ache. Y/N is a sensitive person, sure, but he never viewed that as a shortcoming. In fact, it’s one of the many things that drew him to her because he is the same way. His sensitivity has allowed him to be more empathetic in his relationships and more vulnerable in his music—qualities that he also noticed in Y/N.

“I got tired of trying to explain it to them,” she continues, “so I left and tried to make something out of my art career. And God, my parents hated that. They were never the creative types; they thought anything related to art was a waste of time. They kept telling me I was wasting my potential to be something bigger, something better than an artist. And at one point, I started believing them, but then I met people like Rosie, who weren’t emotionless robots and who actually appreciated art for what it is.

“And I made a life for myself out here, pouring my heart and soul into my art, and I’ve tried so hard to keep this new, amazing part of my life separate from that part because I don’t want them to ruin this for me.”

“That’s why you didn’t want me to meet them?” he asks gently.

“Well, that and the fact that they’re convinced that you’re just some hotshot superstar stringing me along while sleeping with ten other girls at the same time because they don’t see how someone like you could ever fall in love with someone like me. And they make sure to remind me of that every time I go see them, which is just so fun,” she says sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

Harry doesn’t really care that her parents see him as some pompous asshole obsessed with sex. What does bother him, however, is that they try to make Y/N feel like she somehow doesn’t meet his standards, that she isn’t good enough for him because that couldn’t be further from the truth.

“How come you still visit them?” he asks. “Not judging, just curious.” If it were up to him, he would never let them see her again.

She sighs. “I don’t know. I guess I always felt obligated to? I felt like they did care about me, even if they sucked at showing it. But the older I get and especially this past year, I feel less obligated to put up with their shit. I’ll probably keep visiting for now, just not as often anymore.”

“You don’t have to deal with them alone, you know.” He takes her hand in his. “I’m more than willing to go along for moral support.”

“That’s really sweet, but… It’s hard enough hearing them say disrespectful things about you when you’re not there. If you were there, I think I might start throwing hands.”

He chuckles. The idea of his dear sweet Y/N, who couldn’t hurt a fly, threatening to fight her family for disrespecting him makes him melt inside.

“Okay, well, I understand if you’d prefer to go on your own,” he says. “My offer still stands though, if you change your mind.”

She smiles. “Thank you. I appreciate that. And I promise to be more open and honest with you moving forward. I really am trying.”

“I know you are.” He looks down at their hands, rubbing his thumb over the back of hers. “Can’t be easy when you were told to bury your feelings down all through your childhood.”

“Yeah…”

When he looks up from their hands, he finds a peculiar look on her face, her eyes tender and almost hypnotic as they stare back at him.

He frowns slightly. “What?”

She shakes her head. “Nothing. Just feeling extra lucky tonight.”

“Oh.” He smiles, nearly blushing under her intense gaze. “Sooo, when’s the next exhibit? Because I have some suggestions.”

Her brows lift up curiously. “Suggestions?”

“Yeah, mostly for the refreshments table. I feel it was a bit lacking.”

She gasps. “Not the refreshments table! I worked so hard on that!”

“Hm, well, clearly not hard enough.”

She pouts. He chuckles and pinches her bottom lip before leaning in for a kiss, stopping just by her lips.

“I love you so much,” he whispers.

“Love you more.” She completes the kiss.

***

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i'm in love with you , ross macdonald

note, this is my first ever thing for ross or ever even broaching this fandom, so please be nice! i'm nice i promise! pair, ross macdonald x reader summary, y/n y/l/n and ross macdonald being in love for 10 minutes straight, or some cute moments in y/n and ross' relationship. warnings, mentions of quarantine, getting a tattoo (nothing graphic) (lmk if i missed anything) word count, 3289 words

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If people knew Ross MacDonald, they knew you too. You and Ross had been together since the beginning of time, or at least long before the first album came out.

You and Ross were complete opposites which was what made you both so perfect together. Where he was quiet and a little more introverted, you were much more outgoing and extroverted. You were the golden retriever and he was the black cat.

Fans noticed the sweet moment between you, so edits were made, and of course video compilations.

Ross MacDonald and Y/N Y/L/N being in love for 10-minutes straight

The first clip was one fans knew very well. It was originally posted on Matty's Instagram and then later reposted on every 1975 fan account known to man.

You usually went to the first couple of shows with them, but due to scheduling conflicts, you couldn't make it to the first couple of shows like you normally would for the "At Their Very Best" tour.

Unbeknownst to Ross s, your schedule cleared up so you worked with the band to surprise him.

The video started and the first shot was of Ross' back as he and Matty walked down the hotel hallway toward Ross' room. The camera flipped quickly back to Matty who gave the camera an exasperated face as Ross continued to drone on about something.

"Ross, just open the door," Matty begged.

Ross raised a brow but opened the door and was greeted to balloons all over the ground before you popped up from behind the bed, "Surprise!" You shouted.

Ross stared at you trying to decipher if you were real and if you were actually there. "What?" Was all Ross said before he dropped his stuff on the ground and tackled you onto the bed and hugged you.

The short video ended right as you pulled away from the hug to cup his face and pull him in for a kiss.

The next clip was taken by a fan. It was a little grainy and the fan's hands were shaking but Ross was clearly in the shot and he could be seen looking up to the higher level of the theater up to someone.

The camera then panned up and when the camera focused, you were the person Ross was talking to from the stage. Matty was talking on stage and Ross was trying to be as inconspicuous as he could as to not draw attention up to you but it wasn't working.

You waved and he waved back discreetly. You drew a heart and blew him a kiss, laughing when he looked away, seemingly embarrassed.

"Y/N!" Matty shouted into the mic, making the crowd go wild when they realized you were there, "Stop distracting Ross!" He looked up at you on the balcony as everyone laughed.

"Sorry!" You shouted back with a laugh, waving to the crowd and blowing them a big kiss.

Something the band did before they went on stage showed what they were doing behind the scenes, leading up to them walking on stage.

So, fans went wild when everyone first showed up on the big screen, all in the green room, getting ready to head on stage. The camera panned around the room and you could feel the walls vibrate when the camera panned over to Matty.

You were listening to whatever Matty was talking about while also tying Ross' tie. You took a step back and looked at him, "Good?"

"Good." You gave him two thumbs up. You were both unaware of the camera filming you, both too stuck in your own little world. You reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled, leaning into his neck.

He hummed, wrapping his arms around your waist, "I'll see you out there." He pulled away, a smile on his face.

"Yeah, and if you don't, it's cause I'm getting funnel cake." You joked and he laughed, "I saw a funnel cake stand when we were walking around."

"You gonna save me some?" You nodded, "All right, I'll see you after."

"See you after." You both met halfway and kissed, "Be awesome rockstar." You pulled away and cupped his face.

No one could tell what either of you was saying, but they could tell that it was filled with love and that you both were in love. You pressed a kiss to his lips quickly before stepping away and waving.

The clip then switched over to a picture of you and Ross that you had posted. It wasn't anything special, just a sweet photo of you and Ross after an award show, looking nice and dressed up. Your arm was looped through his as you both smiled sweetly for the camera.

The photo was just something to look at while audio from a podcast you had done played in the background.

"I'm curious, and I know a lot of other people are curious too, what is it like dating a musician who is as high profile as Ross?" The host, Katya, asked.

You nodded, "It's a question I get asked often." You smiled, "But I never mind answering it and I'll answer it as honestly as I can. I don't know anything else."

"Really?" The other host, Lily asked.

"Yeah, he's my first serious boyfriend, and we've been together since, like, 2011, like a year before their first album went public. I had like middle school and high school boyfriends, but it was never as serious as it is with Ross."

"That's crazy," Lily commented.

"I know, it is. But, it really is the only thing I know. The long breaks, the tours, the getting recognized every so often." You shrugged, "But the one thing that I never take for granted is because we do long distance for such a long period of time, it just makes us cherish the time we do get to spend together."

"That's so sweet." You blushed as they both cooed.

"So, having been there since the beginning of the release process, what was that like?"

"Crazy, after Sex came out, everything went so quickly and I barely had time to comprehend. Then their first album came out and I felt like a chicken without a head for a good year after." They both laughed.

"So, they really went from being not famous and working normal jobs to almost the entire country knowing their names and their songs."

"Yeah, and it was a little scary at first, not gonna lie." You all shared a laugh, "But seeing how far they've all come, I'm proud, really. I feel like a proud mom."

"So, do you have a favorite song?" They both laughed when you gasped.

"You're trying to get me in trouble." You shook your head, "Um, not really I love them all equally."

"But off the record?"

"Off the record..." You blew out a breath, "Chocolate."

"Chocolate." You nodded.

"Good choice." Katya reached across the table and gave you a high five.

The next clip was a series of photos taken by the paparazzi. You didn't get paps taking pictures of you often, but when you did, it was usually you two together, and it was something sweet.

The first photo is of one of you two caught at dinner, sitting together. It's a real cliche. You were sitting across from each other with a candle in front of you, holdings hands from across the table and looking at each other like the other hung the moon.

The next was one that floated around Twitter for a while. It was a photo taken outside of a bar where the band was throwing an after-party after one of their shows, and you were in the middle of hopping bars when the photo was taken.

You were all waiting for Matty as you stood outside. You were wearing a tank top and had left your jacket in the car and it was cold, so Ross, being the good boyfriend, stood close to you and wrapped his jacket around you and managed to keep you warm.

The last in the dump was one even you posted. It was you and Ross at the airport. George was seen in the back, but the main focus was you and Ross.

You were walking beside him, on the opposite side of where all the cameras were. You both had sunglasses on to cover the bags from jet lag. You were carrying a small bag while Ross carried a backpack and dragged along two suitcases and if fans looked close enough, they would be able to read the luggage tags with your name on them.

The next clip was taken by a fan, again. The fan was waiting in line at a meet and greet the band was doing. The group in front of her moved and the fan who was filming walked up, handing her phone to the other person she was with.

The first person at the table was Matty. She got her CD and vinyl signed before making it to the end where Ross was, "Hi." She smiled nervously.

"Hello." He smiled, grabbing the sharpie and signing her items. As he signed her items, she pulled out a bracelet from her bag. It was a little bracelet she had made for you with your initials and a heart with cute colored beads.

He looked up from the signing when he was done, "What's that?" He asked, a smile on his face.

"I made a bracelet for Y/N." The girl answered, a smile on her face when Ross laughed.

"Did you? Oh, my." He gasped when she handed it to him, "Oh, she's gonna love it. She loves little bracelets, especially when it's homemade."

"That makes me happy." She beamed.

"Would you like a picture?"

The next photo that flashed on the screen was from your story and it was a photo of you smiling while wearing the little bracelet the fan had made you.

The caption read 'Thank you to the fan who made this for me! I love it so much and love you all!'

The photo then transitioned into a video taken by one of the cameramen who works at the concerts. it was a clip that went viral in the world of The 1975.

About You was a popular song on the album and it had gone viral so most fans knew it. Most of the time, on tour, Polly sang it, Carly sang it, and while you weren't a member of the band, you could sing.

Occasionally Ross would come home and tell you about a song they were working on and you would give your input and he would take it back to the band, so you were an unofficial member of the band.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please help me welcome a very special friend to us all, in her first live performance ever, Mrs. Ross Macdonald herself," At that, the crowd went wild, "Miss Y/N Y/L/N!" You walked out onto the stage, waving to the crowd before hugging Matty and Adam.

You waved to the band, blew Polly a kiss, then met Ross halfway across the stage. You hugged and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before waving to the crowd again.

"You ready, Y/N?"

"So ready." You nodded, giving him a thumbs up. The music started. and you felt every nerve in your body go off. Ross kept glancing back at you, and when he finally caught your eye, he smiled.

You smiled back and took a deep breath. You closed your eyes as you sang the bridge, almost in your own world, "And there's something about you..."

Another video from a fan from a different angle was added. It was first on you, then moved across the stage over to Ross who was watching you, a smile on his face and what could only be described as the look of love on his face.

"...I never know what to think about." You opened your eyes and everyone went insane. You then became aware of just how many phones and cameras were pointed at you and smiled shyly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Y/N Y/L/N!" Matty shouted into the microphone, making the crowd again go wild. You waved before blowing air kisses to the crowd and hugging Ross again.

"How was that?" You asked nervously.

"So good." He kissed your forehead briefly before pulling away and hugging Matty and Adam. Before leaving the stage, you blew more air kisses to George, Polly, and the band on the set's second floor.

"She's so great, isn't she?" Matty spoke into the microphone once you were off stage, and you could hear the crowd from backstage in response to his question.

The next clip was a photo and video you had posted on your Instagram. It was no secret that Ross was covered in tattoos, so after you and Ross were sure and discussed it, you decided to get matching tattoos.

It wasn't anything drastic or anything too flashy, but it was something simple you had decided on. It was just each of your initials and they were in each of your handwriting, so you wrote the first letter of his name and vice versa.

The photo was you standing side by side, your hands in the frame so it showed the initials tattooed on your hands. It was small and not really noticeable unless you really looked for it.

The photo then transitioned into a video of you and Ross getting your tattoos. You were sitting in chairs next to each other. His hand was in your lap and it was clear with the way you weren't talking and the look, you were nervous. Ross knew this, so he did his best to comfort you from the chair next to you.

"Did you know flamingos sleep standing up?" Ross asked, trying anything to keep you calm.

"Yeah." You nodded.

"Did you know that giraffe's tongues are pink?"

"Ross Macdonald, I love you, but you are stressing me out." You glared at him.

"All right, I tried." He raised his hands in surrender, "You still doing good though?" He asked.

"I'm good." You reassured, "Can we turn on some music or something?"

The comments were crazy after you posted it. They all found it cute that Ross was trying to comfort you with random animal facts and found it cute that you were getting matching tattoos of your initials.

The next was a series of videos taken by fans from the same show. You were outside in the front of the building they were performing, a big bouquet of flowers in your hands.

You were smiling and waving to fans, "Hi, oh, my goodness." You gasped, “It’s so nice to see all of you.” You stopped by the barricade of the fans and took some pictures.

A fan handed you a sharpie and you started signing things that they held out. It wasn’t anything you were used to, so it was cool.

“Wow, this is new.” You laughed, “I’ve never had people ask for my autograph.” The group of fans whose items you were signing laughed.

"Are those for Ross?" The girl next to the fan who was filming asked.

"Yeah." You admitted, and they all gasped then all cooed about how cute it was, "Most of the time, the flowers in our home are for him, not that he never gets me them, but I like getting them for him whenever I can. It's a nice surprise." You shrugged, signing your name on someone's CD cover.

"Do you listen to The 1975?" Someone shouted as security led you inside the theater.

"Of course! They're my top artist every year on Spotify!" You laughed.

During quarantine, you were locked in your house obviously, so, while locked in your home, a cat had found its way into your backyard and had taken habitat in your flower patch in the sun.

You documented the whole process of you finding it, watching it from your kitchen window, then finally taking it in.

The first photo you posted on your story was a picture you had taken from your kitchen window of the cat, who at that point was nameless. The cat was laying in your flower patch in the sun.

The caption you had put on the photo was, "My flowers may be destroyed, but we have a new friend!"

The next video from your Instagram cat story was a video of Ross walking out into your garden, in his pajamas. You both approached the cat who was now standing by a tree in your backyard.

"Here, kitty." Ross cooed softly as he approached the cat with treats in hand. You stood back a distance, filming him as the cat hissed at him, "Geez!" Ross quickly retracted his hat as the cat practically pounced toward him.

"Be careful." You called out.

"Gee, thanks." He rolled his eyes. He held his hand out carefully with the food in it. The cat looked at it before approaching him and sniffing the food.

The cat then started eating the food out of his hand and once it was all gone, looked at Ross expediently, "Well, I guess that's a good sign." Ross turned around and headed towards the house.

The cat hopped off the ledge and followed him, "Ross..." You called out in awe that the cat was following him. He turned around and saw the cat trotting along behind him.

"I guess this is a very good sign." He shrugged, opening the door to your home and letting the cat enter before he followed.

The next photo was a photo of the cat snugging in Ross' arms with the caption, "Meet Biscuit!"

The last photo of your saga was a photo of Biscuit asleep on Ross' chest, who was also asleep, on the couch with the caption "Just a boy and his father".

A fan account had posted the photos you had posted of Ross and Biscuit and photos Ross had posted of you and Biscuit with the caption, "mom and dad are officially a mom and dad".

The last video you and Ross had posted together on your Instagrams. It was only a matter of time before you got married, and when you posted your engagement photos, the fans went wild.

It was a professional-looking wedding video. It started out with you and Ross standing in your hotel rooms, getting ready. The wedding, from what fans, could tell, was small with only your close friends and family.

A soft instrumental version of Robbers played in the background as you and Ross got ready. Your dress was zipped up while he straightened out his tie.

Then you were seen walking down towards a garden towards Ross, who was standing with his back to you, and it was clear at that moment, it was a video of your first look.

You smoothed out the front of your dress before taking a breath and reaching up to tap on his shoulder. He turned around and gasped, covering his mouth in shock.

After he got over the initial shock, he immediately wrapped you in a hug as he tried to sort out his thoughts. Nothing you were saying could be heard, but 'You look fucking amazing.' could be read falling from his lips.

The rest of the video was shots of you and Ross looking more in love than anyone could've thought, but the last shot of the video was a pan out from your seats at the reception.

You were sitting side by side, watching your guests on the dance floor with your head on his shoulder and his suit jacket around your shoulders.

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Your writing is absolutely stellar! Can you maybe try a Dib x Reader / Y/N (female or gender neutral, whichever you want to choose) where the Reader has been living in the house across from Dibs house for a few months, but he never noticed them/her because Reader is homeschooled. and one day, Dib meets them/her while the Reader is outside drawing (maybe drawing Mothman or something), and It turns out that the Reader is obsessed with the unexplained, just like Dib.

(Sorry if it's not that good of an idea it's just something I thought of at like 2 am. a couple of days ago) 💙🛸👽

Sorry I disappeared for like a day. Writing is easy for me, it’s just convincing myself to actually sit down and start writing that’s the hard part lol (Also thank you for the request, it’s nice to see people enjoying my writing!)

Fandom: Invader Zim

Warnings: None!

Gender neutral reader x Dib Membrane

You had never liked actual school. The buildings were confusing, the teachers were strict, and the kids were… well, weird. When your parents informed you two months ago that you were not only moving but that you’d be homeschooled as well, you were overjoyed to put it lightly. It was great! Well, maybe not the move, but the homeschooling was.

It was hard to think that you hadn’t seen your friends in more than two months. Sure, you got to talk to them online, but it just wasn’t the same. Homeschooling was great, but being a loner wasn’t.

You didn’t explore much in town, something about your parents not wanting you to get lost. You never particularly listened to their reasons.

Currently, you are outside drawing, like you were almost every day after your homework. You loved drawing, and your parents encouraged the creative outlet.

The sky was a wonderful color, still bright and high in the sky. The wind whistled through the grass as you sat on the steps of your front door, hunched over as you drew. It was truly a beautiful day. Everyday was. Just being alive and in the light of day was amazing to you.

You weren’t focused on the picture as you drew it, more on the colors and the shapes. Everything was beautiful already. It was made by you, after all. “Things made with love will never be dull”, or whatever that poem you read once said.

You lifted your head as a school bus momentarily stopped at the house across from you, dropping kids off. You must’ve lost track of time if the school kids were already getting out. You listened as the bus door closed and watched as the bus continued down your street. A tall-ish black-haired boy was standing on the sidewalk next to a shorter purple-haired girl. His sister, most likely.

The children of that scientist who lived across from you, you assumed. What was his name again? You couldn’t recall, but remembered your parents talking about him a few times. You never knew he had kids.

You put your drawing to the side, making sure it wouldn’t get blown away by the wind, and stood up. You hesitated, not quite sure what you were doing. Making friends would be nice, but how? You watched the boy turn his head and say something to his sister, both backs still to you. You walked down your driveway and to the sidewalk. No cars were coming, but you didn’t cross. The boy seemed to see you and turned, while his sister walked inside their house. You waved, not wanting to look like a weirdo. He waved back slowly from across the street.

“Do I know you..?” He asked, hand back at his side. He adjusted his glasses with his other hand. You shook your head no. He nodded, seeming to have thought so. You caught sight of a keychain on his backpack. It looked familiar. Was that Mothman? He seemed to catch you looking.

“Do you like paranormal stuff?” He asked before pausing for a car to pass between the both of you. You nodded. The paranormal was cool, you’d admit. You liked listening to those weird conspiracy theory videos sometimes as background noise.

“Yeah, I think that stuff is pretty cool.” You said, realizing you hadn’t talked yet. He smiled wide at your response and promptly jogged across the street to your side. He adjusted his backpack on his shoulders, both of you now in your yard.

“I’m Dib Membrane. What’s your name? I didn’t realize any kids lived here.” He looked over your house briefly before turning back to you. The last name Membrane sounded familiar, so you guessed he was telling the truth.

“I’m Y/n. I’m homeschooled, that’s probably why you haven’t seen me. Plus, I usually hang out in my backyard, and not the front.” You explained with a shrug, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. You hadn’t talked to someone in person that was your age in a while and hoped you didn’t seem too awkward. If you were being awkward, Dib seemed too focused on meeting someone with the same interests to care. The boy was practically beaming.

“Oh, that’s cool. I wish I was homeschooled. My dad is real smart, so I’d probably be learning more than I do now anyways.” Dib said, his words quick because of his excitement. You nodded along to his words, a small gesture of the fact you were actually listening. Dib adjusted his glasses and peered down at his watch.

“Well, actually, speaking of my dad, I have to go.” He lifted his head back to you, looking slightly less happy. “Here, you can have this. I saw you looking at it.” He added before slipping the Mothman keychain into your hand. You pocketed it.

“I can met you here again tomorrow, when you get off the bus.” You called out to Dib as he once again crossed the street to his house. He smiled back at you.

“I’d like that.”

(I’m pretty sure this is shorter than my normal writing but it’s okay lol)

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The Librarian - Jake Kiszka | Chapter 6

a/n: i'm not sorry for the events of this chapter...also a special extra thanks to both @maud-gone and @streamingcolors-gvf for helping me with this chapter, jas for the overall idea, and sam, for helping me smooth it out some :)

word count: ~3.1k

The day for filming has finally arrived. It was an early Thursday morning when you arrived at Jake and Josh’s house at around eight, where their mother was nice enough to make breakfast for everyone. That’s also when you met Sam and Danny, who both took a liking to you instantly.

“Hey, sit by me,” Danny motions for you to take the seat next to him at the dining room table. Sam was on the opposite side of him, with a seat open.

“No, sit by me,” Sam says, patting the seat. Josh ends up sitting beside Danny, and Warren, Josh’s film friend who was helping out with everything, sits at the head of the table next to Sam and Danny. Jake takes the other seat at the head of the table, leaving you to sit with Sam on your left side, and Jake on your right.

“Ha!” Sam shouts at Danny mockingly, who just rolls his eyes and begins eating. Jake groans at their actions, and you glance over at him.

“This is an every day occurrence. They constantly fight and bicker over small things,” he tells you.

“We’re best friends, of course we’re going to do that,” Sam says with mouthful of food. You hold your laugh in and dig into your food.

Small talk ensues, and across from you, you notice that Josh can’t seem to keep his eyes off of you. You try to not look, but it’s quite difficult with feeling his gaze on you constantly.

When breakfast was finished and everyone’s dishes were in the sink, the six of you retreat to the basement, where the main setting for the story is taking place. Sam and Danny plop onto the couch, waiting for further instruction, the coffee table in front of them filled with pieces of paper with drawings and words on them.

Warren sets up the camera and Jake attends to the lights, his usual job on Josh’s sets. 

“Okay, listen up,” Josh says, clapping to get everyone’s attention. “We’re gonna start with the planning scene between Edger, Peter, and DJ. Then, we’ll go in order of the scenes, but this is the longest one, then we should be done, aside from a couple changes I’ve made.”

You look over at him with a confused expression.

“What changes? You didn’t tell me anything?” You murmur. Josh just shakes his head and hands you the regular script.

“Nothing too extreme. I’ll get to it after we break for lunch.” Jake looks over at you, and as soon as he finishes setting the lights up, he walks straight to you, sitting alone, looking over the script.

“Everything alright?” He asks quietly. Josh was talking with Sam and Danny, going over last minute pieces of information and all that.

“Yeah, I’m just not sure what kind of changes he made and…hey, nice shirt,” you begin telling him the problem, but then come to see the pirate shirt he’s wearing. He opens his cardigan and shows it off a bit more; it reads ‘I am the reason why all the rum is gone.’ “Is it a Pirates of the Carribean reference?”

“Oh, uh, y-yeah. I thought it was funny, and even though the movies are mainly inaccurate, they’re still pretty good,” he says, a blush covering his cheeks at your slight teasing. As he always does, he pushes his glasses up with his finger, stepping a bit closer to you.

“Was rum a pirate’s favorite alcohol? Or is that also a Disney thing?”

“Actually, it very much was, although it wasn’t just straight rum. It was made into a drink called Grog, it’s water, lemon juice, sugar, and rum. So Disney got…half of something right.”

“That sounds delicious.”

“Well, maybe we can have a movie watching night to watch the series, and make some Grog,” he offers, immediately shying away a bit, not entirely sure how you’d feel about it. His cheeks stay the tinted pink they were, his heart pumping wildly in his chest.

“I’d actually really like that,” you smile at him. “But…we should also watch Jaws, because even though the film did horrible, horrible things for sharks, it’s a cult classic.”

“Deal,” Jake sticks his hand out for you to shake, a huge grin on his face. “But you should make a drink or a snack that’s like, relating to sharks.”

“Hm, I can get some shark gummies,” you chuckle.

“That totally works,” he laughs with you, rubbing his hands together nervously now. Unbeknownst to either of you, Josh was watching the two of you after he got finished going over things with Sam and Danny.

“Okay, are we ready?!” Josh yells out. Jake gives you a small wave and walks over to the couch, shrugging his cardigan off and taking a seat next to Sam.

“(Y/N), you got the script and reading along?” Josh wonders, setting up behind the camera with Warren.

“Got it,” you smile at him, holding your copy up. Josh nods and turns back to the camera.

With that, filming ensues, and it goes rather smoothly. Being involved in a shoot like this was already great experience, even if it was a small production and the budget was nothing, because everything was borrowed and taking place in their home. It was really neat seeing your own story coming to life.

While breaking for lunch, which Karen ordered pizza for everyone, you take this time to chat with Jake. You take a seat next to him on the couch, your plate of pizza on your lap.

“How’s the acting going?” He wonders, nudging you with his elbow.

“You’re a very good actor,” you compliment. “Killing every line.”

“Well thank you. I’ve been in enough of his films to know exactly what to do. Maybe I should become famous. Win an Oscar one day, huh?”

“I mean, the way you get famous is by being a talented actor. And after seeing the scenes shot today, I say you have a pretty decent shot,” you wink at him. Jake giggles and takes a bite of his pizza.

Josh watches the two of you from across the room, taking note of how you make Jake laugh and vice versa, taking in every detail of you. Danny could tell something was up with him, but decided not to push it.

“So, about these changes,” you walk up to Josh after lunch was over. He was still sitting in the living room while everyone walked back downstairs to set up again. “They’re not anything major, are they?”

“Kind of. I thought it would be nice for both of us to have a little cameo in the film, so once we get everything filmed downstairs, there’s one final scene where the three of them come and get me at my house, we’ll just use the front door and all that, and I say goodbye to you, my girlfriend.”

You freeze at this new information.

“Oh. Um, I wasn’t really planning on being on camera today so, I don’t look the best.”

“The film’s just gonna be shown to like family and close friends, you don’t have to look like a movie star. I mean, just look at the way the others are dressed. And, might I say, you look incredible no matter what.” You furrow your eyebrows, not liking how he was talking about Jake, completely disregarding the compliment he gave you at the end.

Jake looked so handsome today, and you hated that his own brother was putting him down to try and make you feel better.

“Okay, it is a kind of fun idea.”

“You don’t even have to say much, just like a ‘be safe’ or ‘have fun’. And then we’ll end the interaction with a kiss.”

“Alright, sounds good,” you play off. Deep down, you were a little worried about everything, especially the kiss he mentioned at the last second, but you try not to let your focus linger too long on it.

You push all of the thoughts out of your mind, knowing that this was just a measly little kiss that didn’t even have to continue for more than a second. And it was for your film, so why not have a little fun?

Once all of the scenes in the basement were finished, and Josh had enough footage to edit, everyone moves upstairs, preparing to be done.

“We have one final scene, that’s not in the script, but it’s pretty simple,” he announces, the five of you falling onto the living room couch and chairs, waiting for his little speech.

“Jake, Sam, and Danny are going to knock on the front door to pick me up for the trip. (Y/N) is making a cameo as my character’s girlfriend, it’s a quick and short scene. All that’s needed is one of you to knock on the door a few times, say, “Come on Dylan!”, and I’ll open it. Then, after (Y/N) shuts the door, we walk off, then it fades to black.”

You keep your eyes in your lap, quite nervous for this, for some reason. Jake, however, was fuming. He knew exactly what Josh was doing, he was trying to take your focus away from Jake, and Jake hated that he was using his film as a way to pretend that you were his girlfriend. 

Though deep down, Jake feared that it was going to somehow change your mind or feelings.

It always happens.

The five of them file outside, Jake trying to keep his emotions hidden, but his suddenly sour mood wasn’t one to miss.

You pace in the living room, scared out of your mind that you were going to mess up literally one line and have to keep everyone when they just wanted to relax for the day. Also, your mind was fixated on the kiss and how that would go. But Josh, stepping inside ready to do a take, sees you freaking out and reassures you.

“Hey, everything will be fine,” he holds your arms to steady you before bringing you in for a hug. His hands softly rub your back and for a moment it calms you. You melt into his touch and take a few deep breaths. “You honestly don’t have to say anything, you know?"

“I don’t?’

“No. I can say something instead, like “I’ll miss you” or “I’ll be back soon”. How does that sound?” Pulling away to look into his eyes, you nod in agreement.

“I don’t know why I’m so nervous for this,” you whisper. “It’s just a small line and a quick kiss.” Josh’s expression falls and concern takes over.

“Hey, are you sure you want to do this? We don’t have to include the kiss if you don’t want to, I just-”

“No, no. It’s okay. I like the idea and I think it’s a nice little way to be included in my own film, it’s just that…I haven’t kissed anyone in a little while, let alone on camera before. I’m not exactly sure why I’m flipping out over it, it’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid. Just tell me what you want to do and feel comfortable doing, okay?” Nodding to his words, you take a few deep breaths, trying to shake off the last bit of nerves. 

He finally lets you go upon seeing that you’re doing better, but he doesn’t give the guys the all clear notice just yet.

“You okay?” He confirms.

“Yeah. Sorry, just…never been in this position before but, let’s do it."

“And the kiss?” 

“Why not?” You grin, but he waits.

“I need a clear yes or no, I don’t want you doing anything that you’re not comfortable with.”

“I want to do this, Josh.” You try to say it with all the confidence in your body, but deep down, you were unsure of your feelings for Josh. Then again, what’s one quick little kiss?

He now takes this time to opens the door and let the guys know they’re good to start rolling with the first take.

First take.

Meaning if you have to do multiple takes, you’d be kissing Josh multiple times. As attractive as you found him, you weren’t sure you’d be totally okay with doing this scene more than once.

You continue pacing until there’s a knock at the door, signaling that the others had started. Josh grabs the duffle bag and whips the door open. You try not to look at the camera, and focus on Josh instead.

“I’ll be back soon, honey,” he says so sweetly, you almost forget that you’re doing a scene. All you do is nod, smiling a bit.

“Okay. I’ll miss you.” You feel great about how that quick little moment turned out, but then Josh turns towards you, and your heart races. 

Josh grabs your cheeks and kisses you as softly as ever. Immediately, you are sent into a spiral. It was a quick little peck, but held so much emotion.

Suddenly, every thought you had about this scenario came rushing to your brain, weighing on your shoulders incredibly fast. Multiple takes of kissing Josh? You weren’t sure you could do that many more times and keep sane.

And then another man pops up into your mind. Jake. Your eyes dart right to him, and you can tell instantly, that he’s not happy with this decision.

All of your time spent together flooded back, the late night conversations that you two have had this entire week, and all of the days you’ve spent at the library, sneaking glances at him every now and then, learning about each other. And then, just like Jake, your mood changes.

At this point, Jake’s face had turned red with anger, embarrassment, and sadness. But he attempts to continue on, following Danny and his brothers out of frame from the camera.

You shut the door like you are supposed to, but you quickly gather your things and try to make a quick exit as soon as they come back from filming; you didn’t want to talk to or see anyone anymore. The moment Josh walks through the door, you dart out, not saying a single word to any of them. Though you do notice that Jake was nowhere to be seen.

SAM’S POV:

As soon as Warren yelled cut, Jake ran off around the side of the house. Josh watched him as he went, seeming to know what was going on, but Danny and I look to each other.

“Was the kiss in the script?” I whisper. He shrugs and glances over at Josh as well.

“She seemed to be just as surprised by it so maybe Josh took it a step too far,” he whispers back. 

As Josh goes to walk inside, the door flings open and (Y/N) darts out, all of her things in her hands, and hops into her car to leave.

“I guess that explains my question,” I say. Warren heads inside to pack everything up and Josh goes around to the backyard to where Jake went. Both Danny and I follow, wanting to know what the hell was going on.

“You do this all the fucking time, Josh!” Jake screams, shoving Josh back, causing him to stumble a little before catching his footing. “You always take the girls I like from me, even when I meet them first! You knew about my crush on (Y/N) so what do you do? You get her to kiss you right in front of me, knowing I can’t do shit!”

Tears were falling down Jake’s face at this point, and I felt for my older brother right now. He looked truly broken, and as much as he was trying to keep the facade up, it was breaking with every minute.

“Don’t you think that maybe I like her too? Or maybe that she likes me?! We’ve spent quite a lot of time together working on this damn script, it would’ve been impossible not to fall for someone like her! And she agreed to that kiss, so I’m not entirely sure why the fuck she ran out.” Josh yells back.

Danny and I immediately look at one another.

“Twin problems,” he says under his breath. Thankfully, we were some ways away from them, so they didn’t really hear; and it’s not like they would’ve heard anyway, they were too caught up in the fight.

“You couldn’t have just let me have one girl! This girl! She is so fucking special to me and you seriously couldn’t just let me take her out and see where things go?! You couldn’t let me have one fucking crush without trying to get her attention and trying to get her to like you instead?!” 

Before Josh can reply, Jake lunges at Josh, and usually, when this happens, it’s time for the two of us to step in. Danny grabs Josh and I attempt to pull Jake away, but he just shoves me off and storms inside.

“You guys are really going to fight over a girl?” I wonder, throwing my hands up in the air. Josh shakes his head and huffs dramatically

“She’s not just any girl,” he grumbles, “I really have fallen for her too and he’s making it out to be like she’s his and off limits because he met her first at his work.” He also retreats back inside after he finishes his thought.

“Dude, this is so fucked up,” Danny sighs, rubbing his face. 

“Just gotta let them work it out,” I tell him. “This happens all the time.”

JAKE’S POV:

Laying in bed never felt so nice yet so terrible. I was finally alone, showered from the horrid day, but I was alone with my thoughts. I tried watching a movie, that didn’t help. I tried scrolling through different social media, that didn’t help.

I click on my messages, my thumb hovering over (Y/N) and I’s chat. I wanted to text her and check in so bad, but today’s events kept replaying in my head. Was Josh telling the truth, that she agreed to the kiss? Or worse, was she the one to suggest it?

I debate back and forth for the longest time on whether or not I should text her, or if she was up for speaking to me, or anyone. Tears were silently rolling down my face by the time I come back to reality. 

I wipe them away then wipe my hand on my comforter, locking my phone and throwing it down. I sigh loudly and close my eyes, the tears becoming much more constant, to the point where wiping them away was a loss because just a second later, another set was streaming down my face.

I try to fall asleep, but my mind is far too active. I roll over onto my side, wanting to focus on the positives from today. The time that I got to spend with (Y/N), how she noticed my shirt first of anything, and how she even agreed to having a movie night with me.

Those thoughts alone were enough to send me into a deep sleep, hoping the coming days would be better.

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♡ Eddie Munson random headcanons ♡

Random headcanons - in some of them the reader is mentioned and it can be read as gender neutral, romantic or platonic. (No use of Y/N)

Contents and warnings: nothing really :) maybe a little bity if fluff. (664 words)

A/N: i’ve been collecting these in my journal in the past few days, beacuse yes, sometimes i write by hand about a man in my journal like an infatuated 19th century woman! Some are quite long, more like short drabbles. (English is not my first language so be kind :))

Eddie loves when his friends and partner give him drawings or little notes. He acts cool when he gets them, because they're often for the d&d campaign or they’re simple christmas cards, but then reads them when he’s alone in his room, smiling to himself. He keeps them in a shoebox and hangs up on his walls the drawings he likes most. (OMG if he ever met Will! !! Aaaahhh)

THRIFT KING. He spends the money he makes by dealing on music gear, so he has a limited budget for stuff like clothes. He's been doing it for a while now so he has a precise itinerary of thrift stores around Hawkins, fidelity cards, and all. He even once did that thing of hiding a jacket he wanted between other clothes and came back the next day with enough money to buy it. When he comes back, he puts on a little fashion show for you and explains in detail how he’s going to modify the clothes to match his style. (We’ve all seen those pictures of Joseph Quinn trying the different versions of the costume. That's the vibe. Chaos basically. )

Every Christmas and birthday he gets his uncle a new hat and has been since he was in elementary school. It turned into a tradition and now uncle Wayne proudly displays his collection in the trailer living room (you can actually see them in the show in the background and in that backstage tour of the van)

When he’s having a tough day, he goes to skull rock with his walkman and/or a book. He likes the walk from and to his house the most, it’s an opportunity to clear his mind and spend some time alone. He's been doing it for a few years and more than once he had to go back home because the spot was already taken by a couple. He didn’t know him personally yet, but at least twice the rock was occupied by Steve and the girl he was going out with at that time.

He read in a magazine that some metal band members use women’s perfume as an act of rebellion and provocation. So, he bought one and wears it, hoping that if anyone smells it they think it rubbed off a girl he was with, instead of making fun of him.

Asks you to help him collect bottle caps, can tabs and safety pins to make diy pins. He always makes an extra few to give you as a thank you.

Kind of an arsonist, out of curiosity though. He just has to set fire to different small objects and materials. He knows they will just burn but what if this time something else happens, doesn’t even think about how the something else might be something dangerous, like a small explosion or toxic fumes.

He has an ever-changing, but very detailed list of tattoos and piercings to get in the future. Yes, it includes at least one nipple piercing and a tramp stamp. He says it's not a tramp stamp, but the position and design say otherwise.

His weirdly specific childhood interest was Norse mythology. He still remembers some very specific events and details and adapts them to put in the D&D campaigns. Just imagine the joy of little Eddie learning there was a god of mischief!? It took him a while to spell mischief correctly but he got there.

When you spend the night at his and have breakfast together, he insists on doing stupid stuff, and you have to go along even if you’re still waking up. You have to throw him cheerios, because it’s fundamental to know how many he can catch with his mouth at 9 in the morning on a Friday. And you have to pour him maple syrup on the pancakes, and also directly in his mouth still full of cereals, because he doesn’t want to get his fingers sticky.

Eddie hates the feeling of stepping on anything like sand, grass or rocks barefoot, so when you go to Lovers' lake, he jumps on strangers' towels on his way to and from the water.

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[everlastingdreams]

Weeping Monk x Reader : The Patience Of A Heart   Chapter 12

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Story Summary: After fire claimed the lives of your family, the monastery of your Uncle Carden becomes your new home. As the niece of a priest you are expected to behave prim and proper, but not even the watchful eyes of the Weeping Monk can see all. An ancient magic returns to life when love and duty begin to blur.

Chapter Title: In Between Worlds

Notes: I’m still nervous for every chapter of this fic. ;_:

Warnings: There’s a list of warnings for this story: Murder. Violence. Death. Angst. Sexism. Strong Language. Trauma. Childhood trauma. Survivor’s guilt. Mentions of child maltreatment. Threat of Sexual assault. PTSD. Misogyny, Self-flagellation. Gore.

Other warnings: Jealousy. Forbidden Love. Romance. Pining. Smut. Spicy content. Little Slow-burn.

Word count of this fic: +120K

Chapter:  12 / lol Gonna keep the chapter count a secret until the end.

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Anne returned before dawn and had brought an undershirt and aketon, she was also kind enough to bring a basket with food so the three of you wouldn’t grow hungry.

The second she stepped out the barn to return to the abbey for the day, Squirrel was going through the contents of the basket, it looked like he had not eaten in quite some time.

You tried to dress Lancelot in the undershirt and when you lifted his left arm he emitted a faint sound “Lancelot? Can you hear me?”

His eyes remained shut but hope returned when he nodded very shallowly.

He brought a hand to the large bruise on his waist and winced in pain.

He had never felt so weak. Was he even awake? Was he even alive? Were you even really here?

You took hold of his hand, wishing there was something you could do to take the pain away “You’re safe now. The boy you helped, Squirrel, is here too.”

Squirrel had just stuffed his mouth with some berries and was still chewing when he went to sit close to the wounded Ash Man “He’s awake!”

The smile grew on your face “That’s good news, he’s improving.”

Lancelot could hear Percival too and picked up the Fey scent next to him now, he forced his eyes to open, the headache it brought had him draw a couple of deep breaths “Y/n? Where I am I?”

Hearing him speak your name had your heart take a leap of joy “It’s me.” you could barely contain your happiness “Sister Anne and I found the two of you in the woods. We brought you to a barn close to the abbey. She has sewed your wounds as best as she could.”

A barn? The abandoned one?

The blood loss caused him to shiver, he felt so cold.

You took the shivering as the prompt to take of your cloak and drape it over him to warm him up.

Your hand was embraced by his, he turned his head to look at Squirrel.

When he had felt himself grow weaker, he had feared for the boy’s safety if he were to succumb to his injuries “Percival, are you alright?”

Percival?

The boy grimaced at the sound of his real name being spoken “I’m alright. Are you?”

Lancelot’s attention turned to you, aiming the question at you “Am I?”

You didn’t dare answer it yet “You lost a lot of blood.”

He looked down at his chest, commenting “And clothes too.”

That cheeky comment made your cheeks burn “We had to treat your wounds, you twit.”

He would have smirked if it did not hurt to do so “Did Percival explain what happened?”

You gave a nod “You wanted to help him but were stopped by the Trinity Guard. Was it Wicklow?”

There was a bitter scoff at the mention of the name “The coward ran after I killed them.”

It came as no surprise that the Abbot was too much of a coward to do his own dirty work “Was my uncle not there to stop this?”

Lancelot shook his head “No. I waited until Father had left for Uther’s camp with most of the paladins before I went to free the boy from Brother Salt’s kitchens.”

You were disgusted by the news that they did not just intend to hurt this boy, but actually torture him “They send a child to Brother Salt?!?”

The disgust he had felt upon hearing that the boy would be tortured had pushed him to do what had lead him here.

Percival chimed in “That paladin scum had his throat cut by Lancelot.”

He would have spared you the details…

Your brow arched “I am gone for a little while and it all went to hell.”

Well, it was not far from the truth…

You feared for his future “And now you have fled with a Fey boy. I don’t know how my uncle will respond to it.”

The admission was close to a whisper “I will not return to Father. He is going down a path I cannot follow, a path I no longer believe in.”

The whisper was matched by you “I think you never believed in his cause, not in the way that he does.”

The doubts had always been there, your uncle’s actions stemmed from hatred and a hunger for power, his had originated from being manipulated from a young age into believing that killing the Fey would save their souls from evil.

He did not meet your eyes, it must still feel like he was betraying your uncle.

You gave his hand a squeeze “It will take time and it might not be easy, but you have the perfect opportunity to learn so much of your heritage now. From someone who knows what it is to be a Fey, and not from the words of those who don’t understand it.”

It took a moment for Squirrel to understand who that would be “Me?”

You nodded at the boy, who shared a look with Lancelot.

He started “I do not expect anything-”

Percival cut him off “Fine. But if he wants to learn, he needs to stay.”

He understood what the boy had meant, to remain by his side and with the Fey.

It was a reasonable request.

Lancelot did not know what the future would bring, only that he would not mind the boy being in it “I owe my life to your bravery, it would only be fair to spend the rest of it making sure that you are well.”

With the Green Knight gone, the young Fey knight had little friends left. Percival wondered why Lancelot would even wish to be one, had he forgotten how he’d cursed him out for hours that day he’d been captured by him?

Still… the tall oaf was brave enough to be one and perhaps he could convince him to gift him one of those swords he always carried with him…

And yet, it was hard for the boy to confess how he longed to have actually friends “I can take care of myself. But, I’ll let you stick around if that makes you feel better.”

His eyes narrowed at the boy, there was so much pride mixed with a fear of rejection mixed into that one sentence “Very well then.” then he asked “Is that food in that basket?”

The boy had clearly eaten something, there were purple stains around his mouth and chin.

Percival just nodded.

He had hoped the boy would understand why he was asking “Could you bring me something? Preferably soft if there is anything of the sorts.”

His chin hurt after receiving the heavy blow from a flail against it during the fight.

The boy looked back at him with suspicion but did as asked, taking his sweet time for it too.

Lancelot reached for your arm and felt the bangle you still wore “Wearing the tunic of the abbey I see…” his fingers moved the sleeve up until the mark was visible “You still have it…”

Instantly the mark’s silver pattern grew brighter and you jested “What? Did you expect I would cut a part of my skin off to remove it?”

He was dead serious “It would just grow back on a different place of your skin.”

What?

WHAT?

It wasn’t something you knew could happen “Even on my face?”

The expression on your face was what let the smile break through on his face “Of course.” his fingertips touched the mark “Do you want me to remove it?”

Quietly you shook your head and pulled your arm back.

His mouth was a little agape, he breathed the approval “Good.”

Then his attention fell on what was draped over his legs, eyes searching yours for confirmation on what he believed it was.

You pointed at it “It’s uh…my cloak.”

Those blue orbs remained on you for so long that it made you flustered.

He could barely hold back the lopsided smile “I suppose mine was still wet with blood.”

The reply came a bit too fast “It is.”

Percival returned to his side and offered him a piece of cheese and some of the softest part of the bread. When the items were handed to Lancelot, you put your attention on the boy.

You stood up and gestured for the boy to come closer “Let me look at those bruises, sweetling.”

Percival would have declined had you not spoken the term of endearment, shyly he came closer and lied “They don’t hurt.”

He could detect the lie from a mile away and took a bite from the food.

You gently touched the skin close to his blackened eye, right away the boy winced in pain “I’m going to put some ointment on them. Is that alright?”

It was barely a nod, it was enough for you to grab the ointment again and gently apply some to the bruises.

It was the first time he had seen the boy so quiet for so long. No witty remarks or jests. Nothing.

And just when Percival glanced in his direction, he tilted his head and saw the boy’s cheeks turn a little redder.

You noticed the redness on Percival’s cheeks and brought your hand to his forehead to feel his temperature “You’re a little red, I don’t think you have a fever. Maybe you’re tired?”

The boy quickly nodded “Yes.”

Lancelot had known you long enough to see that it wasn’t just the boy “So are you. Have you not slept well?”

You admitted to it “The mark kept me awake.”

He gestured to the swords out of his reach “Will you hand me those, please?”

Of course Percival was quicker, taking any chance he could get to touch the weapons that you and Anne had taken from his hands while traveling here.

The swords were returned to him and he told the boy “Go rest.”

Percival was less reluctant to sleep now that the Ash Man was conscious again and gave a nod before finding a place in the barn not far from him to sleep.

It was close to sounding like an order “You too, y/n.”

The protest came instantly “What? No. I can’t just sleep when you’re-”

He would not be swayed and spoke firmly “You look as if you have not slept in days. I will be on my feet again soon enough. Please, do not argue with me over this.”

Well, you were indeed very tired…

Your slight glare was met with the determination in his eyes, you would not win this “Fine. I’ll rest for a while.”

You went to where the boy had found a comfortable spot and asked Percival “Want to share?”

The boy just shrugged his shoulders and you took it as a ‘yes’.

  That ‘resting for a while’ turned into hours, the sun had already began to set by the time you woke again.

And when you opened your eyes and felt disoriented by the time that had passed, it took a second to realize Lancelot was on his feet already. He was holding his waist while taking slow careful steps around the barn. When you sat upright a little, your cloak slid down from your shoulders.

He had covered you and the boy with it…

Quietly you moved from under the cloak, making sure you did not wake the boy.

Lancelot saw you approach “I need to start walking again. It will be my only way of traveling until I find Goliath again.”

It dawned on you that you had not seen the horse at all when you’d went to find him “What happened to Goliath?”

It pained him to think of it “Someone stole him the first night, I was too injured to track the thieves down.”

You hoped to console him “Fear not. We’ll find him. Goliath is not the kind of horse that doesn’t draw attention.”

He sighed a little “That is what worries me. If they know he is my horse, they could take their anger out on him. It is the same with you and Percival. The Church will never stop hunting for me. And if it is known that you have helped me… I should not be here. I am endangering you and the Sister who helped me as well.”

It was difficult to see him so troubled, the weight of the world was on his shoulders again “I refuse to let fear rule my life, Lancelot. Please, don’t push me away, even if it were to protect me.”

The plea struck a chord, he reached for your arm and brought you closer, using you a little to keep his balance “I have made a terrible mess and I do not know how to solve it. The Church has excommunicated me and the Fey will never accept the monster that hunted them.”

You had heard his voice break… the sky in his eyes barely withheld the threatening rain.

Out of instinct, your arms wrapped around him protectively, an embrace meant to remind him that there was still someone who would be his home if he’d allow you to be.

The reciprocation came fast, he held on to you like it was the only safe thing in a world that was collapsing around him.

The tears you did not see, his face had found it’s comfort on your shoulder.

Your hand brushed along his back slowly, soothing him while he struggled to compose himself “That little boy over there would not be here now if you had not been so brave. A Fey boy has accepted you. Nothing is impossible, perhaps unlikely, but never impossible.”

You felt him lift his head, nose resting near your ear now.

The confession was a pained whisper “I fear what the future holds.”

Carefully you pried “Do you think there is room in it for me?”

His voice dropped lower “Does it feel like I wish to let you go?”

Your breath caught in your throat when he moved to stand flush against you.

His nose drifted from your temple to your cheek, your neck was cupped and your chin steered.

You hummed and coyly asked “What do you think you’re doing?”

It halted him, the confidence left and all that remained was the look of a man who believed he’d made a mistake.

The look in his eyes now could be compared to those of a young boy that had not a clue how to solve a puzzle put in front of him “I…”

Had his intention not been clear?

What had he done wrong?

You pinched some of your tunic between your fingers, tugging at it so it caught his attention “I am quite surprised to see that you would consider kissing a nun.”

He released you just a little bit “But… you are not a nun.”

Your brow arched “You can’t know that, it has been weeks.”

Lancelot kept his focus on your face, trying to spot the lie.

And then he realized.

The mark would not still be there if you were telling the truth.

He almost fell for it.

What came out of his mouth was a mixture of a scoff and a chuckle “I had almost forgotten your antics.”

Your head tilted “Did the blows to your head erase them?”

Instantly his eyes narrowed and darkened, his own fingers gave the sleeve of your tunic a light tug “You have already unleashed chaos into a monastery. Spare the abbey.”

This time it was you who scoffed “Oh, please. They love me here. I knitted socks for every single one of the Sisters. And I am really good at selling flowers too.”

The pride flew from your words.

For a moment he said nothing, only grinned.

“What?”

“Socks?”

“Shut up.”

“I know you are not a nun.”

You challenged him “How?”

He took a breath, then fired his observations “No veil. No cross hanging around your neck. And-”

Suddenly your arm was in his grasp and it felt like the mark wished to crawl from your skin, through your sleeve and unto him.

Cockily he pointed out “-there is this.”

You both hated and loved how smug he could be “Fine. I’m not a nun. I can’t really seem to adjust to a life where I have to follow many rules.”

Lancelot did not let go and purposely taunted the mark for it’s inability to get past the fabric of your sleeve.

It sends a tingling up your arm and neck that was both ticklish and very pleasant.

You quietly squeaked at the growing sensation “Lancelot!”

The sound of it only made him pull you closer again by the arm and he flashed a smile “Neither of us are good at following the rules. If we were, we would not be here. And I would not be doing this.”

Your throat went dry when he slowly leaned in, you would not deny him again. Not when that tingle had warmed your whole body and made you feel so light and airy.

Just when you felt his hot breath tempt your lips, a loud yawn had the two of you breaking away from each other.

Percival was rubbing the sleep from his eyes “I’m starving.” another yawn “Where’s the basket?”

Your voice was unstable while you pointed at the basket “It’s over there.”

Lancelot saw the boy look him up and down while passing him, as if it finally clicked that he was on his feet again “I believe you have slept well.”

Percival was confused “What?”

You gently smacked against Lancelot’s arm “Don’t.”

He did not listen “I thought a wild animal had gotten into the barn, only to find the true origin of the continuous growling.”

Was he truly teasing a child for snoring?

You were quick to comfort the boy “Don’t listen to him, a lot of people snore. He’s just messing with you and-”

But little did you know how quick of wit the young Fey child could be as well…

Percival did not let the comment from the Ash Man slide “At least I don’t talk in my sleep.”

It was all the boy said before walking over to the basket with a grin on his face, it left the Ash Man speechless.

What?

What?

Surely this had been a jest by the boy? If not, how long had he been talking in his sleep?

Had he ever spilled his secrets to the paladins this way?

Your sympathy switched to Lancelot “I never heard anything.”

It was not a lie, that night he’d spend in the monastery with you, he had not said a word during sleep.

He could barely hide his anxiousness over it “Others could have.”

That boy had rattled him so easily…

Now it was him you tried to comfort “Don’t think too much about it. It is probably incoherent mumbling.”

He sincerely hoped it was…

The opening of the barn door drew both your attention, Anne walked in and shut the door again.

She kept a distance upon seeing Lancelot on his feet again “Brother. I am glad to see you are doing better.”

The spoken title made him cast his eyes to the ground “You must be Sister Anne. Am I correct to believe you are responsible for treating my injuries?”

Anne confirmed it while putting down the jug of water she had brought “I am. And yes. Although I am afraid I cannot help you more than I already have. I do not possess the experience of a healer.”

He waved away the modesty “You have done more than enough. For which, you have my gratitude.”

She gave a nod then gestured for you “Y/n, can I speak to you for a moment?”

You stepped towards her “Of course.”

Anne quietly informed you “The Abbess asked about you. I was able to divert her attention from your ‘illness’. I don’t know how long I can keep her from finding out that you’re not in the abbey.”

Lancelot was overhearing the conversation.

It would not be long before you would be in trouble too if things went on like this…

You put her at ease “I’ll try to come and do some of my chores tomorrow. It will lower suspicion.”

She questioned Lancelot’s health status “Do you think he is well enough to be left alone for a while?”

It was what worried you “I…I’m not sure.”

Lancelot decided to share his opinion “I shall be alright. Some more rest and I will be back to normal.”

You were far more concerned about his health than he was himself “Alright…”

For Anne, the matter was settled “Alright then. I’ll see you at the Abbey tomorrow. Try to be there at noon, I’ll smuggle you into the kitchen so you can help me there. We’ll be able to put some food aside for them again then.”

You gave a quick nod “You’re a saint.”

She waved that away “The Abbess would disagree.”

There was still something she was holding in her hands, it was covered in a piece of cloth and you pointed at it “What’s that?”

She tilted her head in the boy’s direction as an answer.

Anne walked over to Percival and handed him what she had stored into the cloth “For you.”

Percival of course accepted the unidentified gift, he folded the cloth open and found a slice of bread that smelled quite delicious “I don’t know what it is…”

She explained it to him “I baked it with some milk and eggs, then added some honey on top.”

That sounded tasty and the boy took a bite, his mouth was still full when he enthusiastically praised Sister Anne’s cooking “It’s delicious!”

It warmed your heart to see the child look so happy with it.

Lancelot cleared his throat and caught the boy’s attention, head tilting a little to get the message across.

Percival understood what was being told “Thank you!”

Anne let out a soft laugh “You’re very welcome.” she turned to you “I’ll be heading back now. Are you going to be alright for tonight?”

Your gaze sought Lancelot for the answer, he gave an encouraging nod “We’ll be alright. Thank you again, for everything.”

You didn’t let her leave before giving her a hug, she had a kind heart the size of a village.

She returned the hug “When I became a nun, I swore to help those who needed aid. I consider it my purpose.”

The embrace ended and Anne gave Lancelot a quick reminder to try and not rip the stitches, then she left the barn once more.

Percival returned to the place he’d been sleeping at and where the cloak still was, clearly he must not have gotten much sleep in a while, or perhaps he finally felt safe enough to do so.

The boy crawled under the cloak again, curling up to make himself nice and comfortable.

Lancelot returned to the bale of straw you had covered with the wool to sit, he lifted part of his undershirt to see how the stitches were holding up.

It was beyond your control that your eyes dropped to what was being bared.

Of course all that training and fighting had given him the physique that had your poor heart roll around in your rib cage as it tried to free itself from it’s cage.

It was when he winced in pain that you pulled in the reins of your wandering thoughts and went to his side.

He let the shirt fall back into place “I will never forget how it felt to be struck by a flail.”

The scars alone would remind him of it daily…

You plopped down to sit beside him “I know you want to get back on your feet again, but I don’t want you to hurt yourself by going to fast. They nearly killed you, no one will mind if you choose to rest.”

Even though he wished to rest, the worry kept him from doing so “There is no time to rest properly. They will be searching for me, it is only a matter of time before they come to the abbey and pass this barn. And I need to bring Percival back to his people.”

You stated the fact “Lancelot, you are part of his people…”

He buried his face in his hands “I was taught to forsake what I am.”

Your hand squeezed his shoulder to offer some encouragement “And that ended with you bringing along a Fey child. I’d say you have never truly forsaken the Fey.”

The jest fell “Who says it is not he who brought me along?”

It could be correct “Good point. Percival does look like the kind of boy who would acquire a dangerous pet and insist on keeping it.”

The side-eye he gave said it all “Pet?”

You ignored the slight smirk and proceeded to offer some advice even if it would be difficult to hear it “And believe it or not, I don’t think that boy will give you up without a fight. Besides, considering your previous occupation, I think you owe it to Percival and the Feys to find your way back to your people.”

The response was a stubborn one “Why would they want me? Other than to slaughter me?”

You let your gaze trail to a sleeping Percival, then back to him “Because they need you, I have seen you fight, Lancelot. This war has begun and it will know an end. If the Church eradicates the Fey, there is no hope left for all those children you have spared. Do you believe it will end with the last Fey? No. They will kill everything and everyone who will share a different view. The world as we know it will seize to exist and the freedom of the mind will too. Help them, before all is lost, you owe it to the Fey to try!”

It was close to a scolding, rightfully so.

There was a shaking breath and nod from him, he barely dared to look you in the eyes.

It seemed like he was willing to try, the praise fell before you could stop yourself “You’re off to a good start. Small steps will get you there too, you’re not alone.”

He looked past your shoulder to the sleeping boy while letting his hand snake around yours.

The comforting words were more than welcome.

Those weeping eyes remained fixed past your shoulder, he brought your hand to his chest, holding it to where his heart resided.

You knew he was being careful not to cross a boundary, weeks had passed, there was a child nearby.

It was understandable.

You asked “Is he asleep?”

He confirmed it “He is.”

You took his word on it, leaned forward slowly until you were able to place a kiss to his cheek “You should sleep. I will stay awake and wake you if anything is wrong.”

His hand was tightly clasped around yours now, blue orbs couldn’t resist darting down from yours to your lips.

The restraint he showed…

He breathed it out “Alright.”

With an approving nod, you withdrew your hand and stood up from the bale of straw.

You wondered if his heart was racing too…

This time you didn’t go and risk waking the boy, instead you went to sit against the straw Lancelot would rest on “Can I sit here?”

A hand found your shoulder and caressed it “Of course.”

It was hard not to respond to the touch, it was like a cat trying to claim attention “Try to sleep.”

He hummed and gave your shoulder a squeeze before letting go to lie down.

His movements were careful, mindful of the thin threads that held his skin together to heal “Are you comfortable there?”

Your shoulders shrugged “I’ll live.”

Should he ask for you to join him? Would it not raise questions from Percival?

Would you even want to?

His eyes were fixed on the roof, spotting more than one crack in it, but a hand wandered off on his own and still sought a physical connection with you “If I begin to talk in my sleep, wake me.”

A smirk was tugging at your mouth “Not a chance.”

His attention moved from the roof back to you “Interested in my deepest thoughts?”

Your reply was a perfect mixture of playfulness and flirtatious “I’m pretty sure I can guess some of them.”

He did not respond to that, it only further confirmed the guesses you made.

It was quiet for a while and you believed he’d fallen asleep.

But sleep had not yet claimed him and he voiced what was going through his mind “Father will have heard of what has happened by now.”

You could almost hear his thoughts in that moment “Do you hope he will defend you against the punishment of the Church?”

He dared not admit it, it pained him too much.

All that he had been to Father and the paladins was gone. The night he left with Percival, he knew he would have struck down anyone that would have tried to prevent it.

He had turned against them, betrayed them and killed Brother Salt. There was no going back.

And then there was you, still Father’s niece and as a traitor he would never be allowed near you again…

The silence continued and you looked over at him, he looked exhausted and haunted by the burdens forced to carry “I wish I could give you hope and say that my uncle would choose to defend you. But from what I have experienced with him and from what I have seen, I fear my uncle will only protect himself. And he might even sacrifice another to do so.”

It reminded him of what Father had said to him…

                                   ~“If I burn, I won’t burn alone.”~

 It hurt him so to realize it had been true. He had served and risked his life countless times. With the love a son had for a father, to earn that same love in return.

His eyes fell shut, the pained admission followed “He will know I will try to come to see you and prevent it.”

You had already thought about it too “Perhaps. But I would like to see him try to prevent me from doing the same. I may be his niece, but I am not his to control and I will never be.”

You turned to sit on your knees, elbows on the straw to look at him.

Or maybe you were staring a little…

One eye opened and the cheeky smile that you had missed returned to his face.

Why did it feel like you were looking at him in childlike wonderment? He did love to be looked at in this way.

Your own soft smile was one only reserved for him “Sleep.”

There was something wicked present in that smile “Yes, ma’am.”

To avoid distracting him further, you laid your head down on your arms and simply let yourself relax while staying awake.

It must have made him feel more comfortable to sleep, as it wasn’t long before he drifted off.

The full moon shined it’s light through the cracks and into the barn.

There was no sign of sleep-talking coming from Lancelot as he slept, perhaps it only happened if he was under distress during the day beforehand.

You stood up from the ground, careful not to wake him.

Percival still slept soundly, looking quite content under that cloak of yours.

For two fearsome people, the two were rather adorable when they slept.

A soft sound coming from outside the barn drew your attention and you went to the door, creaking it open just a bit, enough to look outside.

You couldn’t believe your eyes when you saw the horse standing there, his horse “Goliath…”

How had he found it’s way here?!? Was the bond between a Fey rider and their horse so strong?

Quietly you walked out of the barn and towards the horse, with slow steps you neared “Don’t be frightened. Do you remember me?”

Lancelot would be so happy to see that his loyal friend had returned to him.

Goliath did not move when you reached for and took the reins.

And you did not move when you sensed someone standing behind you.

While pretending to pet Goliath’s flank, your hand slid to the axe that still sat secure on the side of the saddle.

You heard them come closer and grabbed the axe, spinning around with it to defend yourself against whoever thought it was wise to try and trick you.

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Tattoo Artist

Sara Doorsoun x female reader

“Hey.” 

I look up from my drawing pad, into a pair of brown eyes. 

A pair of really beautiful brown eyes. 

“Hi.” I answer a bit lame. 

“Can I may help you?” I add, remembering that she probably wanted to ask me something since I’m still working here. 

“I want to get a new tattoo and heard a lot of good things about this shop so...” she trails of and I stand up, holding my hand out to her. 

“Well I’m Y/N.” her hand is warm and soft. “How about I show you around a bit and then we talk about your tattoo?” 

“Yeah, I’m Sara by the way.” she adds, smiling shyly. 

“Cool, so we’re four tattoo artists in this shop, Chris, the twins Beth and Leo and me, we all have our own rooms with our own equipment.” I explain as she follows me into the back of the shop. 

“That's mine.” I say, leading her into my tattoo room. 

There's a black tattoo chair in the middle of the room, a armchair behind it, a shelf with my equipment in it on the left and a desk on the right. 

The walls are covered with pictures of tattoos or designs I made. 

“Did you made all of them?” Sara asks, looking at them. 

“Most of them, yes, some are on my own body so I let Chris or one of the twins do them, like this one.” I roll up the sleeves of my denim shirt, showing her the rainbow tattoo on my biceps. 

I show Sara around the other rooms and introduce her to the twins and Chris. Our rooms are basically the same, just the designs are a bit different. 

“Leo is mainly doing peoples faces, like we have this guy that was here last week, he has three daughters, he showed us a picture of them and said he wanted all of their faces on his back, really cute actually.” 

I explain as we go back into my room. 

“Beth is really good with drawing animals and Chris and I are doing the other stuff but for our regular costumer we do whatever they want.” 

We sit down and Sara smiles at me, dimples forming in her cheeks. 

“So since you already meet everyone, it would now be time to decide which of us you want do your new tattoo?” I ask and she nods. 

“If its okay, I would choose you.” 

“More than okay, so another question do you already have an idea what you wanna get and where?” 

I watch her thinking for a couple of seconds, giving me time to take a quick look at the other tattoos on her arm. 

“I...well I’m a soccer player and I wanna get my number, 23.” she says and I smile, she pulls out her phone and hands it over to me. 

“I thought maybe like this, so that there over each other. And I want it on my upper arm” she explains. 

“Sounds perfect to me.” I say. 

“What color do you want it in?” 

“Black, like my others.” 

I nod and stand up. 

“I’m gonna get my equipment ready and you can already sit down if you like.” I explain and she nods. 

Once I’m ready I sit down next to her, and disinfect the place where she wants it. 

“You are a 100 percent that you want this and that I can't make it back once I started?” I ask, like always do before I start. 

“Yes, of curse I’m sure.” she answers, smiling down at me. 

“Okay, then lean back and I’ll start.” I say and she lays her head back. 

I start with the 2 but feel her tensing under my needle.

“You can talk with me if you like, it often helps people to relax.” I say and she nods but I notice her struggling a bit to find something to talk about so I step in. 

“So you're a soccer player, what position do you play in?” 

“Defender.” she answers and I smile. 

“Sounds tough.” 

“It is, but I love it. I always wanted to become professional player and it just feels so good to be on the field almost every day, its hard but its worth it.” she rambles and I smile while I finish the 2. 

I look up for a second, the tattoo is on the inside of her upper arm so I’m really close to her. 

“Who’s your favorite player?” I ask and she smiles. 

“David Beckham.” she answers and I notice the slight blush on her face. 

“I mean he’s really handsome and he's a good player.” she adds and I try to hide my smile. 

“He’s coole but I like womans soccer more.” 

“Why’s that so?” 

“Well there playing with way more passion and smoother and when they get fouled they don't lay on the ground for an hour and cry, they get up and keep playing. Oh and they can scream at each other during games and hate each other but I feel like they would leave it on the field and would still be nice to each other when they meet anywhere else.” 

Sara nods and smiles at me. 

“As far as I can tell, it is like that. What's your favorite team?” 

“If we stay in Germany then probably the woman's team of Eintracht Frankfurt or Wolfsburg, worldwide Chelsea and Ofcurse the german national woman's team.”

I notice her smile getting a little bit briter, making her even more beautiful. 

We keep talking about soccer and I’m a bit sad when I finish the tattoo and she’s ready to go. 

“I really love it.” she says and I smile. 

“I love it when you love it.” I answer, making her laugh. 

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“You wanna tell me that you had actually no idea who she was when you tattooed her?” Laura (Freigang) asks and I nod, trying to hide the blush on my face. 

We’re sitting in the common room of the team hotel, they won a game this evening against France, and they got the permission to bring there Partners with them for tonight. 

“Yeah, I mean she did look familiar to me but I was more focused on making her tattoo look as good as possible then trying to recognize her.” I explain. 

“And I love it.” Sara says, she lifts her head from my shoulder “And I love you even more.” 

I smile, her words making my heard jump, more then two years of knowing each other and one and a half as a couple and she still has this effect on me. 

“And now you two are so cute together.” Feli wraps and arm around me, laying her head on my other shoulder. 

“Thanks.” I answer. 

Since Sara and I became friends and then startet dating, I’ve meet a lot of players from her team and from the national team. And of curse I meet, Feli Rauch, one of her best friends. She's really cool and I would say we’re good friends now too. 

“Felicitas she’s my girlfriend. Mine.” Sara says, making everyone else laugh but I notice the tiered look on her face. 

“What about we go get some sleep?” I ask, softly pushing a string of hair out of her face. 

We say goodnight to everybody and go to our room, we get ready for bed together before laying down. 

I pull her close to me, letting her rest her head on my shoulder, one arm over me. 

“I really loved watching you play today, your the best player in the world.” I whisper, kissing the top of her head softly. 

“I love you for saying that.” 

“I love you, no matter what you do.” she lifts her head, looking at me. 

“Even if I...don't know...decide that I wanna be president?” 

“You would make a really good president.” I agree and feel myself drifting of to sleep slowly. 

I’m nearly in my dream land when I hear her whisper something, but maybe I just imagined it. 

“And you would make a really good Mrs. Doorsoun.”  

#sara doorsoun #dfbfrauen #vfl wolfsburg frauen #vfl wolfsburg women #womans soccer #soccer #eintracht francfort #eintracht frankfurt

[imagineanime2022]

Managing Volleyball Teams

Summary: These are just little scenarios for managing the teams in Haikyuu, I decided to make a little interesting for myself by adding a quote from Rick And Morty in each one but you don't have to have watched the show for these to make sense 😊

🌱 Aoba Josai 

Quote is: “I’m sorry but your opinion means very little to me”

Honestly most of the time you just sat in on practice for the fun of it, Aoba Josai as a team didn’t really need you there, you were the one that made sure that all of their matches lined up and that all of them got enough rest that was all they needed from you as a manager.

The third years however thought that you worked to hard, you were in third year like them and while you made sure that they always had time for themselves they very rarely saw you doing something because you enjoyed it, your school work combined with being club manager left you very little time to do things that you actually liked doing or at least that was what they thought.

You were sitting in the corner of the gym with papers strewn around you as you scribbled things down after texting the manager Shiratorizawa and penciling in a practice match for a couple of weeks later, you heard the shout from the boys warning you of an incoming ball, you glanced up for a second before moving slightly to the left and letting the ball hit the wall and bounce back to them. A couple of seconds later a shadow cast over you and you glanced up to see Oikawa leaning over you “Can I help you?” You asked.

“Maybe.” He siad drawing out the word as he stepped to the side and then crouched next to you.

“Shouldn’t you be practicing?” You asked.

“coach  wanted me to take a break because of my knee.” He answered.

“How is it?” You asked.

“It’s fine.” He dismissed the question before changing the subject “so do you have anything fun planned for the weekend?” 

“What does it matter to you?” You asked.

“So no?” He asked as changed his position to sit cross legged. “We were going out to relax the night before the game, you want to come?” 

“Busy.” You answered.

“Liar.” He smirked and you looked up to see that he had grabbed your unlocked phone and was scrolling through something. “People are going to start to think that your boring.” 

“I’m sorry but you opinion means very little to me Oikawa.” You mumbled as you took your phone back from him and continued working.

“You tell him (Y/N)!” Iwaizumi yelled from his place across the gym while the other two third years laughed openly.

“So we’ll see you tomorrow then?” Oikawa asked.

“If I say yes will you leave me alone?” You asked.

“Absolutely.” He agreed and you sighed.

“Fine I’ll see you tomorrow.” You mumbled as you pushed him away.

“Great!” He cheered before standing up and ruffling your hair, you glared at him and stuck your foot out as he walked off causing him to fall and the rest of hte third years erupted into laughter as Oikawa blushed.

“(Y/N) be careful with my star player!” Coach  warned.

“Sorry coach !” You yelled back trying to mask your own laughter.

🛡 Date Tech 

Quote is : “Are you writing this down, please be writing this down.”

Your team wasn’t at all crazy until you and Koganegawa joined the team, you both had an energy that you could say was missing from the team, you were both second years and excited to be there, you as a manager and Koganegawa as a first line player. 

This was your first time at Nationals and you knew that the team had history here but you were new and everywhere that you looked there was something new, you hadn’t been their last year but you were here this year so when Aoba Josai beat your team they weren’t expecting to have ot literally pull you away from the Aoba Josai captain.

You eyes were narrowed as you looked at him, he smiled as he walked ober “can I help you?” He asked.

“Mmm oh no I was just wondering how someone like you could get a fan group like that.” You mumbled as you gestured the girls literally falling over themselves. 

“We ask that every day kid.” Hanamaki called out from where he was standing and you glanced at him for a second before looking back at Oikawa.

“Next year we’re going to desimate your team.” You smirked as you put your hands in your pocket “are you writing this down, please be writing this down. We’re going to beat your team so badly that it doesn’t matter where you are you’ll hear about it.” 

“Oh really?” Oikawa asked as he leaned over your smaller form.

“You bet.” You smirked, you were so invested in the staring contest that you didn’t feel Aone’s shadow fall over both of you, you didn’t notice him until he put his hand on your head, you looked up to see who was behind you and smiled your whole attitude changing as you looked at him “is it time to go?” 

“Mmm.” He hummed as he turned you away from Oikawa who smirked as he watched you leave with your team seeming like a completely different person.

“I can’t believe you just did that!” Koganegawa cheered as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“What are you talking about he’s not that scary.” You shrugged as you glanced back at the court that you were all just on.

“You need to never do that again!” Futakuchi warned as he nervously looked around. 

“You worry too much.” You waved him off.

“Be careful.” Aone warned before walking towards the exit of the stadium, everyone looked at him then you before following him.

“Come on.” Koganegawa prompted you pulling you by the wrist towards the school bus.

🦉 Fukurodani

 Quote is : “To Live Is To Risk It All; Otherwise, You're Just An Inert Chunk Of Randomly Assembled Molecules Drifting Wherever The Universe Blows You...”

You weren’t at the beginning of the Training Camp, you had a few things that you needed to do before coming down so you made an agreement with the coach  that you would show up later than the rest of the team, everyone could see that Bokuto was having trouble focusing all day but no one apart from the team really knew what the problem was. 

Later that evening you arrived, you knew where Bokuto and Akaashi would be at that time, they would still be training so you went to the gym that they were in “Bokuto! Catch!” You yelled as you run at him jumping at the last moment.

“(Y/N)!” He cheered as he caught you.

“(Y/N) you were supposed to call us so that we could meet you at the station and help you carry your stuff.” Akaashi reminded you and you shrugged.

“To live is to rist it all; Otherwise, you’re just an inert chunk of randomly assembled molecules drifting where ever the universe blows you…” You said dramatically and while placed you back on the ground Akaashi rolled his eyes.

“We were just talking about you bags.” He sighed and you giggled.

“Don’t worry I managed.” You assured him before you heard an unmistakable chuckle from behind you.

“(Y/N) I thought that you weren’t coming, I was worried.” Kuroo teased and you turned and smirked.

“You know that I wouldn’t miss my team wiping the floor with yours.” You goaded him.

“Well Bokuto can’t even score a point in this practice match let alone a real one.” Kuroo informed you and you rolled your eyes.

“Bokuto is my champion, you can get one for me right?” You asked as you turned back to the ace of the team.

“You know it!” He cheered as threw his hands up in the air. “Come on Akaashi we have to get a point for (Y/N)!” 

“Just one?” Akaashi asked lazily and you laughed as you walked over to the benches.

“Let’s start with one.” You confirmed as you settled to watch them practice.

🦊 Inarazaki

Quote is: “You don’t know anything about my story.”

You were supposed ot be the new manager, you were younger  than most of the team members but you didn’t let that stop you from surprising them all with you sassy comebacks, they were mostly in response to Atsumu who was constantly trying to get under your skin.

One afternoon they were all practicing, you were sitting and watching them coach was talking about needing them all to practice serving “I can receive on the other side.” You said and the coach looked over at you and raised an eyebrow.

“You can?” He asked.

“I can.” You nodded.

“Yeah maybe some of the other guys but I bet you can’t receive mine.” Atsumu smirked and you looked at him and frowned.

“What makes you think that?” You asked.

“No volleyball star story starts in the managers chair.” He smirked.

“You don’t know anything about my story.” You stood up and rolled your shoulder as you took off the blazer and changed your shoes. “Try me.” You watched as he got ready silence completely taking over the gym as everyone watched, you were ready to move at a moments notice, you took a deep breath as you watched the ball instead of him, waiting to see what direction it went before committing to one yourself, the ball came towards you at a speed but you still managed to receive it though it did take some doing.

“You…” 

“I used to be on the girls team in middle school, I injured my shoulder so I can’t play anymore, the closest I can get to the game now is being a manager, the girls team wasn’t looking for a manager so here I am.” You explained and he smirked as he looked at you through the net.

“Now I know everything about your story.” He teased and you narrowed your eyes.

“Whatever, get out of the way the rest of the team need to practice.” You mumbled, Osamu was the next one up.

“Thank you.” He said as he looked directly at you and you frowned.

“What?” You asked.

“For crushing my brother.” He answered and you looked at him and rolled your eyes.

“You two are ridiculous.” You informed him and he shrugged before serving, you moved to stop his serve while hearing someone else say:

“You haven’t seen the worst of it.” And you believe them.

🐦 Karasuno

Quote is: “School is not a place for smart people”

You happened to be one of those people who was passing all of their classes even though you were hardly ever present for any of them and by that I mean that you were sitting there but your mind was always somewhere else.

All of the team knew this but still Kageyama and Hinata asked you to tutor them, you accepted immediately and everyone else was worried that they were going to fail everything because they were sure that you never listened and assumed that you were just lucky when it came to exams.

You were all sitting in the gym on the day that you were all getting you results of course your were perfect and Sugawara was again raking in money for being the only one to bet that you would pass everything however the main event was waiting for Kageyama and Hinata to get there, the gym doors were kicked open and you looked over and smiled as Hinata raced over to you waving a test paper in your face “I passed!” He cheered and you never smiled wider in your life.

“Kageyama?” You asked and he looked over at you.

“I passed.” He informed you.

“But?” You asked.

“I scored higher than he did.” Hinata cheered and before you could say anything else the setter was chasing the shorter middle blocker around the gym.

“How did you manage that?” Tsukishima asked.

“What?” You asked.

“They couldn’t learn anything in school, how did you teach them?” He asked and you looked at him and shrugged.

“School is not a place for smart people.” You answered.

“This one isn’t.” Tsukishima muttered as he watched the two idiots run around the court.

“Don’t be mean.” You warned and he rolled his eyes.

“Whatever.” He dismissed you comment as he got up ready to start practice, as Diachi tried to get the other two to focus.

“Hey (Y/N)! Come and get your two idiots to focus!” Diachi yelled and you laughed before standing up.

“Carrot top! Milk Boy! Get your crap together it’s time to volleyball!” You yelled.

“And she’s the one that passed with flying colours.” Tsukishima muttered.

🐈‍⬛ Nekoma

Quote is: “_____ is just a hyper-emotional needy little what’s the word I’m looking for… Human, I can tolerate it but I can’t give a crap about it”

Kuroo, Kenma, Yamamoto, Lev and Yaku had stayed behind to practice more and what that meant is Yaku was making Lev do drills while Kuroo was blocking spikes from Yamamoto that Kenma had set. You walked back into the gym with some food that you had gotten them as a reward for all of their hard work “Here you go boys!” You yelled putting the food on the benches as you sat down with your own share.

“Lev your not done yet!” Yaku yelled as he attempted to leave to get his own food.

“(Y/N).” Lev whined buti t was almost like you didn’t even hear him.

“Are you really going to ignore him?” Kuroo asked.

“Your the captain.” You reminded him.

“But we all know that Yaku literally only respects you.” Kuroo argued.

“Look Lev is just a hyper-emotional needy little what’s the word I’m looking for… Human, I can tolerate it but I can’t give a crap about it” You explained as you continued to eat your food.

“Did she just forget the word for human?” Yamamoto asked.

“Mmhm.” Kenma hummed as he continued to eat, you managed to hold it for like 5 seconds before you burst out laughing.

“Yaku stop it, let the child eat!” You yelled as Lev rushed over.

“Your too easy on him.” Yaku complained as he came to sit with you.

“And you are too hard on him.” You argued.

“At least Mum and Dad aren’t fighting.” Kuroo commented with smirk.

“They aren’t but they might be about to kill the wierd uncle.” You threatened as threw a pen at the back of his head and he just smirked.

“Alright everyone back to work!” You ordered as you saw that most of them had finished eating and they all groaned as you shrugged.

“Blame your smart mouthed captain.” You shrugged as they all turned to glare at Kuroo and you rolled your eyes with a small laugh. “We don’t have to stay for that much longer, just a couple more hours and then your all free to go.” 

“To soft.” Yaku muttered.

“Stop critizing me and get back to work.” You grumbled before pushing him back towards Lev.

🦅 Shiratorizawa

“What, so everyone is supposed to sleep every night now? You realise that nighttime makes up half of all time”

The whole team knew that you could be obsessive in your behaviours and it was never worse then when it got to exam time, they would see that you distracted yourself from the pressure of exams by helping them in any way that you could.

Tendou and Ushijima realised that you weren’t there the moment that they walked into the gym and after some asking around they found that the last place that anyone had seen you was in the library, Tendou texted you asking if you were okay and within 30 minutes you were running through the gym doors apologising. “Why are you apologising?” Tendou asked as he walked over looping his arm around your shoulder.

“I’m late.” You answered.

“You don’t have to be at every practice.” Tendou reminded you and you looked at him and shrugged but he stopped when he finally got a look at you. “Is something wrong?” 

“No.” You answered rubbing your eyes before stretching and turning towards the team on the court.

“Did you sleep last night?” Semi asked making you jump as you turned to look at him.

“What, so everyone is supposed to sleep every night now? You realise that nighttime makes up half of all time.” You complained and he just raised his eyebrow.

“It’s important to get 8 hours of sleep every night.” Ushijima informed you and you rolled your eyes.

“There is no teen apart from you that gets 8 hours sleep every night.” You argued and Tendou chuckled under his breath as you turned to him.

“What are you laughing at?” He asked.

“You need some rest.” Tendou informed you and you narrowed your eyes at him.

“So do you.” You informed him.

“How about we get some rest together?” He asked.

“Tendou.” Ushijima warned and you looked at him and sighed.

“You guys should get back to practice.” You gestured the court. They did go nback to practice but they all kept an eye on you until the end of training when Tendou gave you a piggy back ride all the way to your room and they all stayed talking and messing around, they only left when they were sure that you were actually sleeping.

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#haikyuu #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu X reader #karasuno #aoba josai #date tech #fukurodani #nekoma #shiratorizawa #imagine #oneshot #one shot #reader insert

[eleni-cherie]

lonely hearts club ✨ || kth au - chapter 0.1

“lonely hearts club // do you want to be with somebody like me?”

maybe single parents are meant to be members of the lonely hearts club.

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masterlist: here

— genre: single parents au, romcom, humour, fluff, angst, strangers to friends to lovers s2f2l the first couple chapters kinda suck in my opinion but i swear it gets better!! T-T

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"No, no.. no!" Taehyung grabbed the glass right in time before it was able colliding with the floor. Sighing in relief, he straightened himself when hearing a bubbly giggle. The baby was happily wiggling in her highchair, her hands up to her mouth. Trying stuffing them inside.

"Ari, no," he exhaled and lowered her little hands down. For a few days now she had developed the habit of stuffing all kinds of things, even her own hands, into her mouth. His mother had said her first teeth might start to break through soon. Whatever it was, it made her constantly biting on something.

He attempted to feed her again. Her napkin being all smudged from the previous tries, but he was determined to do so. Sure 7-month-old babies tended not to obey, but she had usually been a rather affable child. He couldn't figure out what it was that day.

"Hm.. maybe the food?" He smelled the paste on the plastic spoon, not being able to sense anything weird though. "Don't you like it? I bought some new flavours to try." The baby girl was just staring at him with big eyes, continuing stuffing her fingers into her mouth. He grabbed another glass. Biting down on his tongue while opening it up.

"Let's try this one. You like it?" He smiled widely and took a spoon of the newly opened glass. It was one of her favorite ones, so she should like it. And indeed, as he sneaked the spoon into her mouth, she actually ate the paste. Making him smile in relief. "So it really was the new flavor. Noted," he nodded while giving her another spoon of the paste she actually liked. After finishing almost the whole glass, he wiped her mouth and little hands clean with a wet tissue. Placing her binky between der lips to prevent her fingers of ending up there again. The girl giggling as he did so. His brown eyes fell on the clock above her then.

"Crap," he muttered and picked her up. Quickly carrying her to the living room. "We've got to go," he announced, "The office is opening soon." Ari was just observing him as he brought her red shoes and matching red jacket. "I hope they take you," he sighed then, earning a blink from her. She smiled then, making him smile as well.

"You're right. Why wouldn't they? You're adorable after all."

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The queue moved and Taehyung took a step forward. His arms growing heavy from carrying Ari the whole time. Him not having much of a choice though. His friend had broken her stroller and those things were quite expensive. He had to buy her a new one soon though or his arms would fall off.

His eyes wandered around. Most in line were young mothers, some fathers being there as well. They didn't have their children with them though, probably had left them somewhere. Something he couldn't. Everyone had been too busy with work this time of the day or lived too far to just quickly drop her off. Besides, he tried spending as much time with her as possible before starting work again.

The line moved again and he watched a couple enter the office. Only one more and it was their turn. To pass some time, he looked at the drawings of cut out animals and flowers on the walls. Some photos with the bigger, two and three year old children hung there as well. Overall a typical cheery day nursery.

"Next one, please," a friendly voice said from inside the office. Making him realise it was finally their turn. "Y-yes, hello," he said while entering. Adjusting his grip around Ari's little body.

Two women were standing behind the desk. One was definitely older than the other. Probably around her fourties. The other one in her mid-twenties maybe. Both greeting him with a smile.

"I'm here to sign her up," he explained as he stepped in front of them. The older woman handed him a few pieces of paper then. Also placing a pen next to the documents. "Fill this out, please." Taehyung nodded and grabbed the pen. However, with Ari in his arm it was difficult to write anything down .

"I can carry her while you're filling in the application." He perked up, locking gazes with the younger woman. Her brown eyes were friendly staring at him. He nodded, indicating he accepted her kind offer and carefully placed the baby in her arms. Her smile immediately growing wider as she grabbed Ari from her little torso. Holding her up in her arms. "Hey, cutie. You'll get back to your daddy in a minute. Okay?" Ari was just staring at her with wide eyes. Starting playing with one of the woman's bracelets.

Taehyung had almost forgotten about the papers, shaking his head then. He started reading and filling them out carefully. Occasionally peeking at the baby who seemed too immersed in the woman's bracelets and long hair to care about him. He laughed under his breath before putting his signature at the bottom of the application. Handing them back to the daycare teacher.

"Ari Kim," she read out loud and scimmed over the rest in silence. Taehyung starting tapping his fingers as she was doing so. Hearing Ari's giggle then, he turned his head. Seeing she was being tickled in the neck.

"Alright, Mr. Kim." The teacher's voice made his head go back. "Everything seems to be fine. We'll inform you in about a week if Ari gets in or not."

His brows furrowed. "Is there a chance she isn't getting in?

"Well," the older woman started with a sigh, "This year we got an especially high number of applicants as the other daycare close by relocated further away. So there's a possibility that a small percentage won't be able to get accepted here."

He tried not to show his disappointment by offering her a small smile. There wasn't much he could do after all. "Alright, thank you," he said and went to take Ari back. The younger woman carefully putting her back in his arms. Even though Ari didn't seem to have finished playing with her new found toy. Her little hands reaching out to the woman, trying desperately to grab the bracelets. And she started whining when failing.

"Ari, no. We're going home now," he tried to calm her down with his soft voice as he walked towards the door, "You'll play with Mr Bear and the little penguin." However, she was unfased by his words, continuing whimpering for the bracelets.

"Wait," the young woman's friendly voice was heard then. Causing him to pause and glance behind him. She walked up to them, sliding a bracelet off her wrists. "Here little Ari," she said then and handed it to the baby, who all of a sudden stopped crying. Her cheeks still red and puffy, but nothing hinting to her being upset anymore. Happily staring at the blue beads in her little hands instead. As if she was hypnotised by them.

"This is yours though. Please keep it," Taehyung said and tried taking it from Ari's hands. Making the baby instantly frown. Ready to start whining again, when the woman shook her head.

"It's alright, she can keep it. It's not of any value anyway."

He nodded, thanking her with a small grin. "I hope Ari gets in," she wispered with a little smirk then, before rushing back behind the desk. He blinked surprised, giving her a nod. Appreciating her words.

After bidding goodbye to both teachers he made his way out. Observing the content expression on Ari's face with a chuckle as he carried her back to the car.

"Seems you always get what you want, don't you?"

Ari made a bubbly noise, focusing back on the bracelet.

Taehyung zipped her jacket up and pressed her against his chest. Shielding her from the wind that was picking up. Spring couldn't arrive soon enough in his opinion.

Although he had always rather been a fan of the winter season, having to take care of a baby with low temperatures and freezing winds was more difficult than he had imagined. He could only hope that the warmer seasons would be easier to handle.

He took a glance at Ari. Her short dark hair stands swaying under her beanie. She was sucking on the bracelet she had got as a gift by now and he dragged a sigh. The little girl looking up at him with doe eyes. And his face softened. Her innocent, almost naive expression making his heart melt.

Being a single parent surely wasn't easy. But he would try his best for her.

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next chapter: 0.2 here

#bts fluff #taehyung fluff #taehyung angst #taehyung single dad #single dad au #bts fanfic #bts fic #bts au #taehyung fanfic #taehyung fic #taehyung x oc #kim taehyung x oc #taehyung smut #kim taehyung #taehyung scenarios #taehyung series #bts series #taehyung romcom #bts romcom #bts angst #taehyung imagine #bts imagine #s2f2l #s2f #s2l #strangers to friends #strangers to lovers #strangers to friends to lovers

[munchy-munch]

Aconitum - Meeting the Avengers Pt. 2

This one was a little short, but I'm going to make it up in the next chapter. Get ready for a day with the boys😉 and some angst😈.

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Aconitum. What a beautiful flower. Vibrant in color and full in its bell shape. But aconitum is more than what it appears. A symbol of caution for what dangers exist as you come closer. A deadly beauty by nature. It's not it's fault. That's how it was made. That's how you were made. You are their perfect little creation. A beauty, drawing in all sorts, but a deadly little flower, killing with only a kiss. It's your nature, and you can't help it. But a question you should ask yourself is, will the flower wither away in hydra's grasps, or will someone come and save the flower, giving it all the nurturing, it needs to blossom as it was supposed to?

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I woke up to a bright light in my eye. Once Bruce showed me to my room yesterday, I knocked out on the floor in front of the window. 

The window had an amazing view. People were walking around long after the sun went down. I watched the city for hours, I think. I can’t wait for nighttime! Then I can experience that calmness again and again and again. 

I sat up and stretched. I looked around my room. Bruce said I had a closet with clothes I could use. 

“Where could that be,” I asked myself. 

“Can I be of assistance,” a voice asked. It was familiar. 

“You’re Friday,” I asked. 

“I am. I can tell you where your closet is Mr. l/n.”

“Just y/n please,” I asked. 

“Of course, y/n. The closet is across the room and around the corner. You will see a set of doors. That’s where your clothes are,” Friday said. 

“Thank you,” I told her ?

“You’re welcome y/n,” Friday said before it all went quiet again. 

I walked to where I was told, and there I found my closet. I opened the doors only to find a small room filled with clothes. Surely this isn’t all for me? But Bruce did say I was free to what was in the closet. So, I made my way inside. I looked through the closet for longer than probably needed. I just needed to find something that felt like me, and for a while none of them felt like me, until I came across a couple articles of clothing in the back corner. This felt like me, so I threw them on and left my closet.

“I’m not too sure on what I should do today, but the kitchen is a great start.” So, I made my way out of my room and traced my steps towards the kitchen. I actually found my way without needing Friday to help me. 

But I wasn’t alone in the kitchen. There was a red man sitting beside a red-haired woman who was eating something. That sight alone made me hungry. The pair turned around at the same time due to my entrance. It was a bit eerie. 

“You must be y/n. I am Vision, pleasure to meet you,” the man called Vision said. I walked up towards the counter they were sitting at. 

“I’m not interrupting am I,” I asked. 

“No, please, take a seat,” Vision said. I grabbed something random. It said bacon on it. I’m not really sure what bacon is, but it might taste good. I sat down next to the woman and ripped open the packaging. 

“Sweetie, you can’t eat it like that,” the woman said. 

“Like what?”

“You have to cook it first, or you can get sick,” she said. Cook it? I hadn’t thought about that. 

The woman stood from her backless chair and took the package. She went behind the counter and began cooking. And when she did, the smells from the cooking food were amazing. 

“Does it always smell like that,” I asked the woman. She looked up at me and laughed a little. 

“If you cook it right. And my name is Wanda,” the woman, Wanda, said. How did she-.

“I can read thoughts when I want to, now eat,” Wanda said, placing a plate in front of me. 

I grabbed a piece of bacon and bit into it. Forget pop tarts, bacon is my new favorite food. I began to rush through the food I was given, only to stop when I heard more chuckling. I looked up to see Vision and Wanda looking at me with amusement.

“If you rush while eating, you won’t be able to enjoy the food as much.” 

“Is that true,” I asked aloud. Wanda nodded and I looked down at my plate. 

I picked up a piece and slowly bit into it. This time I could feel the flavors of the bacon drenching my tongue. The aroma of the bacon wafted into my nose as I ate. And as I ate more, I relaxed. I don’t need to rush. I really don’t. I repeated to myself. Taking the time to absorb the food was much better than practically swallowing it whole. I get to taste everything, and it feels like I have more food. 

I sat there in content silence as Wanda and Vision talked among themselves. I watched as Wanda would look around while talking, but Vision’s eyes never left her form for even a moment. He must really like Wanda to be looking at her for so long. 

It wasn’t long before Wanda and Vision excused themselves. Something about meeting with her brother.

“I don’t mind. It’s not like I want to be alone, but people have things to do other than to entertain me,” I said to no one. 

“I could explore the building some more. I’m sure there’s stuff to do other than just…work stuff?”

I got up and threw away my plate. Better to not contaminate anything, or anyone, with something I can’t control…yet. Bruce said they were looking into that. I have faith in him. I walked out of the kitchen and back into the hallway. I thought about going to another floor, but it’s probably best for me to stay on the floor I’m on. 

I continued walking around the floor until I passed a room. I heard laughter and bickering on the other side. I shouldn’t pry, but I don’t remember one of those voices. The other one sounds like Bucky. I mentally prepared myself before the door opened on its own. I looked into the room and saw a lot of machines. 

I walked in, forgetting my purpose as I looked over the different machines with awe. 

“I’ve never seen anything like this before,” I said out loud. 

“It was a first for us too, but you’ll get used to it,” a voice said. I turned to see a man with blonde hair looking into my eyes. I tensed in surprise. 

“Didn’t mean to startle you. I’m Steve,” he said, holding out his hand. I looked down at his hand before looking over to Bucky who was looking at me with a small smile on his face. 

“Nice to meet you, Steve, I’m y/n…” I said trailing off before I spoke again, “I can’t shake your hand,” I said. Steve took a moment to process that before he lowered his hand and smiled. 

“Sorry about that. Force of habit. Have you met Bucky,” Steve said, pulling Bucky forward. 

“I have. He was watching me for Bruce a day or two ago,” I said, pulling my eyes away from the men. 

“You said, “It was a first for us too,” what did you mean,” I asked, looking back at the men, both standing in front of me. 

“We’re originally from the 40’s,” Steve said. 

“40s,” I asked. 

“The 1940s. Almost 90 years ago,” Bucky said, finally speaking up. I liked his voice, not to say I didn’t like Steve’s voice. But Bucky’s voice stood out to me. 

“But you look so young to be in your 90s.” It didn’t make any sense. Do some people not age like normal? Maybe this is a new kind of human that I haven’t seen before. 

“Well, we’re actually in our 100s, but it’s a long story,” Bucky said, shutting down that end of the conversation. We were all silent for a moment before Steve spoke up.

“How have you been adjusting so far? I know the team can be a bit much at times, but they’re great people,” he said. 

“Well, I haven’t gotten much time to spend with anyone, but they’ve all been really nice,” I told the men. This feels awkward. I looked between the two men and opened my mouth, but as I did Steve spoke up again. 

“How about you spend the day with us? It beats spending the day to yourself, well, unless that’s what you want to do. Then, go for that. I just wanted to-” I cut him off. 

“I’d be glad to spend the day with you two, if I’m not a bother,” I added. Steve’s smile spread throughout his entire face. He wrapped a tight arm around Bucky. Bucky didn’t seem the most comfortable, but then again, not much expression was shown on his face to begin with. 

“So, what’s first,” I asked. 

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how to be a good boyfriend | jjk x f!reader

pairing: jjk x female reader wordcount: 1.5k words status: ongoing, part 1/? tags: overall fluff, domestic

A little something I wrote for @jiminiesmoke's birthday (and that I'm still writing)

Jeon Jungkook is going to be away for Y/N's birthday but luckily he wrote the manual on how to be a good boyfriend.

Jungkook couldn’t believe his eyes when his managers and agents placed the schedule in front of his him. He had to go to Qatar for the promotions of the World Cup during Y/N’s birthday week. When he looked up and glanced at the men sitting across the table, he knew he couldn’t say no even if he wanted to.

                  “Why not Hobi?”

                  “He’s busy with other promotions,” his manager Sejin said softly. “It’s only a couple of days. This shouldn’t interfere with your future album”

                  “Still,” he frowns.

                  In a way, Jungkook acted like the spoiled, youngest child of a family and knew he could do whatever he wanted. Everyone had his back, but when discussing the situation, everyone also knew his popularity would drop once everyone knew he had a girlfriend. A few years back, when there was a weird photo going viral of him and a lady who happened to be a friend of his (former, for obvious reasons) tattoo artist, the Internet went crazy. Y/N included, at the time.

                  “Tomorrow. 8 am. Private jet.” Sejin gave him another file with all the details and things to pack. He was stern, his eyes focusing on Jungkook. He simply complied as he grabbed the files and put them inside his bag.

*

 “I’ll be back as soon as possible,” Jungkook explained. Y/N wasn’t that great at hiding her disappointment. She always bit the corner of her lip and avoided eye contact, which hurt Jungkook each time.

                  “I want you to come with me but we’re going on a private jet, so I have no idea how to make you my personal assistant to the entire team. I could get you tickets though, I could–“

                  “Jungkook,” she interrupted him, “it’s fine. I’m not that excited to turn 22 anyway.”

                  “Well, I am,” he folded his arms and looked at her. “Your birthday matters to me. So I’ll figure it out. You just gotta trust me, please.” His frown and eyes were basically begging Y/N to trust him. Y/N only nodded, turning back to her iPad.

*

Y/N woke up with the plushie in her arms and before she could even ask where Jungkook was, she found a piece of paper on her desk.

                  “Good morning. Get some breakfast. I love you.” His handwriting was so neat and the drawings around the note were just so him. Next to that note there were 50,000 won which basically was almost 50 dollars. Y/N had to laugh – what kind of breakfast was he thinking for her?

                  When she stepped into the bathroom to brush her teeth, he found a note on the mirror which read: “You look beautiful.” She had to hide her blush as if Jungkook was actually there to tell her these words. She knew what he was doing, and she knew he felt guilty, so she shot him a message as soon as she grabbed her phone.

                  Y/N: I saw the notes. I love you <3 You'll do great in Qatar. See you when you come back!

*

Jungkook would read that message about 10 hours later. He arrived completely exhausted and with many people waiting for him with flowers and gifts. He heard fans screaming his name from a distance but all he wanted to do was to get in his hotel room and check his phone.

                  As soon as he did that, he saw the first text from Y/N, but also the ones following it.

                  Y/N:

                  !!!!!!!!!!!? Why would you leave me another 50,000 won for lunch??? Where do you think I will eat my lunch???????

                  Y/N:

                  Jeon Jungkook!!!!!! Why would you hide another 50,000 won for snacks??!??!?!?!

                  Y/N:

                  Okay hehe this is what I ate! I also bought something that kind of reminded me of you with that money… that’s what you get for leaving me! Boo!

                  Y/N:

                  Text me when you read this :) love you

                  “I didn’t have my wig on!” She whined on the other side. Jungkook laughed harmoniously, throwing his head back.

                  “You look cute, with or without a wig.” He nods. “I see you saw some of my notes?”

                  “Some?! There are more?! And why would you leave me 150,000 won?”

                  “There should be more money.” He chuckled mischievously. Y/N hated it when people spent money on her, but now she didn’t have the chance to fight him for it.

                  “Jungkook!”

                  “I miss you already,” he responded with a smile. “How was your day? Tell me about it.”

                  “It was productive, I studied, I bought a little friend,” she showed him a tiny Cooky plushie that had a keyring to attach to a bag. “All thanks to you, of course.”

                  “I’m glad you treated yourself and that you ate well. I hope you’re not missing me so much.”

                  “I am,” she pouted on the other side and Jungkook wished he could give her a kiss. “But I know it’s work, so…”

                  “If you keep pouting like that, I’ll honestly just leave and get to you.”

                  “No, you can’t do that,” she quickly reprimanded him and Jungkook could only smile. “You complete your schedule and you come here.”

                  “Even if I miss your birthday?”

                  “Mhm. Even if you do.”

*

                  Y/N would never tell him that she needed him. She hated being clingy and needy while Jungkook loved feeling needed by her. Those were things she knew she had to work on, but she also thought that no matter how much effort she put in it, she could never get used to having such a loving boyfriend. Jungkook always strived to become better and better and she always wondered whether that could be possible. He did his best even when the odds were against him. He was in Qatar, but she didn’t feel alone. She felt okay. She knew he was still with her, in spite of the miles separating them, and that was okay.

                  That first night she talked to him for hours until she fell asleep. She could figure that even then; he would stay online for a while before he decided to hang up. He always did. And though she missed him dearly, he was always present like a gift that keeps on giving.

*

                  If there was something he would never do, that would be missing her birthday. He managed to get to Seoul a day earlier than expected, making sure people saw him showing up at the airport, only to get back on a plane. Events like these were an usual occurrence. He had to make sure nobody saw him getting on another plane - this is how he always managed to visit her. 

                  Chicago was colder than he expected and he was wrapped up in an aviator leather jacket, a black mask and a beanie that pressed his dark locks against his forehead. He stopped by to get breakfast first (her favourite: some yogurt, granola, and strawberries) but he also got her some sweets that she would complain about. His love didn’t understand limits, and his language was to give. Always. Even if receiving wasn’t on the menu, he would always give.

                  By that time, he imagined Y/N would still be sleeping. Nevertheless, he climbed onto her window and knocked on it, hoping for her to open. Sure, there were doors and her mother would have probably happily opened it - but wasn’t this way more romantic? Jungkook thought so, at least.

                  “Jungkook!? What the hell are you doing?!” She was more concerned for his safety rather than the fact that he flew all the way from Qater (and Seoul) to come here. taking twice longer.

                  “Happy birthday, princess. May I come in?”

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[littlestartopaz]

Writing advice: Confronting your weaknesses

(Note I'm writing this on my phone, so i do apologize for any weird typos that i miss.)

So i briefly mentioned it in the tags on this post, but one of the ways i grew as a writer was by forcing myself to write my weaknesses repeatedly. These "challenges" never really saw the light of day, since they were just for practice, but they've helped so much. So I'm going to try and explain how to construct your own.

> Step 1: Identify a weakness. <

This is usually as simple as "I dislike X part of my writing for Y reason," or "whenever i have to write X i die a little inside." It could also be "I love how That Person does X thing, and i want to write like them." When i was younger, i hated how my dialogue sounded (it always sounded forced and fake to me), so I'll use that as an example for this exercise.

> Step 2: Construct an exercise that isolates that weakness. <

The goal is to make a short exercise that forces you to write The Problem. We're talking something you can complete in 10 minutes, give or take. The goal is this is a repeatable exercise so we want it to be short. You also can (and should!) structure it in a way to get progressively harder. It can also be structured in a way that you wouldn't actually write it normally. I'll explain.

So taking our example of Bettering Dialogue, first we start with a setting that is centered around conversation, for example a couple of friends hanging out at McDonald's.

The first phase of my exercise was to write the scene with as little description as possible. Now, even back in high school i considered description to be my best strength, so this was really hard for me and not how I'd actually write this scene. But by removing the descriptive writing, my dialogue was forced to carry the scene.

The next step was to gradually remove anything that wasn't just the conversation. For example, having the characters verbally react to the actions of the others instead of writing descriptions. ("Did you just blow your draw cover at me? Seriously? What are you, 6?") This also includes speech tags, like "David said" or "Stacy replied dryly." What this step does is forces you to write the way people speak. An easy to find example of this is actually the main gang from Scooby-Doo. If you removed all speech tags, you can still tell who is talking because their speech is so distinct.

> Step 3: Make an attempt at your exercise, and edit it. <

Since the exercise should be short, you shouldn't have too much to edit. Take note of what you did well and what you had to change to fit the exercise. And then....

> Step 4: Repeat! <

Once you've finished editing your current exercise, write another! Use what you noted in your last edit to improve this time. Keep going until it The Problem no longer feels like the end of the world to write.

Is this hard? Yes. That's the point. The goal is to challenge yourself so you can better yourself.

Will this advice work for everyone? No, but it helped me.

#writing advice #writing reference #look I'm an amature writer myself #but i have been writing on and off for over half my life #so i am rather experienced if nothing else #this is my advice take it or leave it #just thought I'd share

[thatdammchickennugget]

How You Get The Girl - Part Five

pairing - mattheo riddle x nott!reader

tags - social media au, university au, brother's best friend, female reader

warnings - mentions of alcohol, cursing

taglist - @itsamusical4lifee @imkaaayy @lafrone @sunasbbie

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Pushing your way through the sweaty bodies crowded around your living room, you finally made your way into the kitchen, cringing at the sight of some random drunk girl sitting on your counter and drawing on the cabinet door with a sharpie. Shaking your head with a sigh, you moved on to the table holding the drinks.

Not your party, not your problem. Theo would be the one to clean that up tomorrow, you would make sure of it.

Mustering the assortment of bottles scattered over the table, you tried to remember what Ginny and Pansy wanted but your mind was fuzzy. You were just about to reach for a bottle of vodka when someone was pushed into your side, your arm hitting an open bottle of soda, spilling its content all over the table.

“Shit, I’m sorry!” The guy who had rammed into you grimaced at the mess he caused, pushing a hand through his blond hair. “Here, let me.”

He reached around you to grab some paper towels and started dabbing up the soda. You found yourself watching him, trying to come up with his name but your mind was blank.

“Again, I’m really sorry. Did I get anything on you?” He gently took your arm to turn you towards him, cringing when he spotted the wet spot on your shirt.

“I’m good, don’t worry. It was an accident,” you told him and averted your eyes from his green ones, taking a step back from him. “Are you new here? I don’t think I’ve seen you before?”

“Yeah, I just transferred, actually,” he let out a laugh. “Moved in with my cousin. You might now him? Cedric Diggory?” You nodded. Cedric and you shared a couple of classes and he was usually one of your first choices for partnered projects, seeing as he was actually willing to put some work in and not just leaving everything to you.

“Oh yeah, I know Cedric,” you smiled. “Are you liking it here so far?”

“It’s fine. Haven’t gotten to meet many people yet,” he said and waved his hand dismissively. “I’m Ricky, by the way.”

“Y/n,” you told him with a grin. You found it hard not to stare at his smile. How could someone’s teeth be that white and perfect?

“So, can I make you a drink, y/n? To make up for this,” he mentioned towards your shirt.

You nodded again, making some room for him to browse through the collection of bottles. He grabbed a red cup when he made up his mind and started with a generous amount of vodka. You could already hear Theo and Enzo scolding you for taking a drink from a stranger. But you were watching him make it right in front of you and he had told you his name, so this should be fine.

“Do you have any iced tea?” he asked, setting down the vodka. “And maybe lemon juice?”

“Uhm, I think we only have the granulated kind. But we definitely have lemons.” You went to grab the iced tea and a lemon from the fridge, handing them to him.

He got right back to work, filling the rest of the cup with water before dropping in a good amount of the granulated iced tea. He then pulled out his car keys to poke a hole into the lemon, squeezing some of the juice into the drink as well.

Lastly, he took one of the straws from the cup and stirred everything together before handing it to you. He picked his own drink back up, holding it out.

“Cheers,” Ricky said and bumped his cup into yours with a grin. You took a small sip at first but went in for a bigger one when you realized how good it was.

“This is amazing! Dangerous though, I can’t even taste the alcohol,” you said, making him laugh.

“It’s my secret weapon.” His eyes fixed on something behind you for a moment, but he placed a warm hand on her arm to hold you in place when you tried to turn and see what was distracting him. “Hey, do you want to go and talk somewhere a little less crowded?”

Face flushing slightly at the physical contact, you were still unsure why this guy was even paying you any attention in the first place. You almost caught yourself agreeing, before you remembered your friends were still waiting for you in the backyard.

“I would love to but I promised my friends I would get them drinks. Would you mind making two more of these for me?” you asked hopefully, tapping a finger against your cup.

“Sure thing,” he smiled, going to grab two more cups to make the drinks. Ricky pushed the filled up cups towards you, one of his hands flying up to scratch the back of his neck. “Hey, could I maybe get your number?”

The question surprised you. The fact that you lived with your twin brother and his four friends was usually reason enough for any guy that might be interested in you to stay away. Your face was heating up again as you scrambled to take his phone. “Of course!”

He had already opened up a new contact and you quickly typed in your name and number before handing it back. He was about to say something else when he was interrupted by a weight landing on your shoulders, an arm snaking itself around you, pulling you a step back. The familiar scent of smoke and Mattheo’s cologne hit your nose.

“Your brother is looking for you,” Mattheo told you, his eyes fixed on the guy standing in front of you.

“Then Theo can come and find me himself,” you mumbled back, trying to push his arm off your shoulder. You turned back to shoot Ricky an apologetic smile. “I’ll see you around?”

“Sure, I’ll text you.” He gave you another grin, refusing to meet Mattheo’s eyes as he grabbed his drink and walked past you.

Mattheo’s gaze followed his retreating figure as his hold on you loosened up a little. “You know he did that on purpose, right?”

Finally free to move again, you went to balance the other two cups in your hands. “What?”

“Bumping into you. No one pushed him, I saw,” Mattheo went on, following behind you as you made your way out of the kitchen. “You should probably be careful around that one.”

“Well, I don’t care. He was nice,” you stopped to hand one of the cups to him. “Now make yourself useful if you're bored enough to be stalking me and carry this, please.”

Mattheo still had an annoyed look on his face but he did what he was told and followed you outside, only leaving when you started telling the girls about the guy you had just met, rolling his eyes as he walked away.

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My experience with getting out of burnout

So as I've mentioned, I basically disappeared from the Internet, lurking in the shadows, for over a year.

What happened? One random day, May 2021, I didn't have the drive to draw anything. I thought "Oh great! Another art block. Oh well, it'll go away in week I'm sure." So I decided to wait for it to pass and just chill for a bit. I waited, and waited, and waited, aaaand wai- WAIT IT'S BEEN FIVE MONTHS!?

So yeah... five months passed since I last even grabbed a pencil, when I finally started to worry. At this point I was trying to force myself to draw just ANYTHING, but it just didn't work. I either didn't have the drive for it or I had no clue what to draw.

I came to the conclusion that it's probably because of the extra stress I've been under from school (cause I was graduating). But even after all my exams were dealt with I still couldn't get myself to make anything.

"Maybe it's a sign. Maybe this whole art thing isn't actually for me." I legit thought about throwing in the towel for good on multiple occasions, but I didn't want to. Obviously. I've been drawing since I was a kid and always loved it, why would that now suddenly change. But I just didn't know what to do.

I just did what I'm great at: look for random posts from random people on the Internet and see if anyone has gone through something similar and what they did. In that search I became ever more familiar with the concept of burnout and it's effect on people.

I realised that I was experiencing burnout, and I realised why. I've been putting too much pressure on myself, on the quality of my art, and the amount of it. I was taking it way too seriously.

I'm not (yet) a professional, so why am I so hard on myself about the quality? Because the people whose work I look up to and admire are a thousand times better than mine. I tried to rush to get even close to their level. I would get extremely disappointed that my art didn't work out as I wanted and go "Why do I even bother? I'll never be as good as X or Y." You know, maybe that's true, I'll never be as good as them, but also I so far just didn't have the time to get to their level. I'm turning 20 next month, some of the people I look up to are in their 30s or 40s, they have been in the industry for literal DECADES. I haven't had the time to get to their level, because I just haven't been alive for long enough yet. For some reason I didn't realise this until like six months ago.

This finally allowed me to go easier on myself. Sure, I'm not yet as good as want to be, but I'm was still improving and that's the thing that should matter. After some thought, I decided to take it easy, for real this time. I started to revisit old movies a shows I remembered loving as kid, to try to go back to where my mind was when I decided to take art more seriously. I finally took the opportunity to play some games I've been meaning to for a while, and even replay older ones I liked.

A couple months go by when one day I was suddenly... bored. I didn't want to play anything, I didn't have it in me to sit down and watch something, instead I instinctively reached for my sketchbook and pencil! And then I started doodling some random shit! It wasn't a lot, but it was a start.

I've spent the past 4 months getting back into drawing regularly. It started with small steps, a small sketch here, some doodles there, and sometimes I fell back a little bit. One of those times was the occasion that gave me the idea to also start writing. I was getting so many ideas for things in my head, but I didn't yet have enough drive to visualise them, so I decided to write them down instead. This made for me to now have two creative outlets, so if I'm not feeling like doing one, I can always do the other.

I am still working on getting my old rhythm back and draw more frequently, but I'm making sure that I don't over work myself and that I don't take the art I make too seriously, it is supposed be fun after all. And boy have I been having fun lately!

So yeah.. things are finally looking brighter and I can't wait to start working on all the new ideas I've accumulated these past months. :)

btw this video by Adam Duff helped me out a lot with figuring out how to get my spark back and it’s great

#just wanted to ramble about it a bit #wanted to have this for future refrence #mental health #burnout #recovery