#SOBS i have somebody leaving comments on specific things they like and things i did well and i'm 😭

[arcadian-vampire]

Getting positive comments on my art on Cohost 😭

#pikaposts #SOBS i have somebody leaving comments on specific things they like and things i did well and i'm 😭 #whhat the fuckk why are they so NICE #i also gained more followers there in a few days than i have in a few years on tumblr #(it's not a big number but still.) #just for my paintings-- i haven't posted character art #i might put character art on a separate 'blog' bc i know my paintings are SO different #and people might be turned off to find hoardes of kalamari when they're looking for my paintings y'know #but ANYWAY. tldr; i'm having luck on cohost and i'm crying

[unknown-writing]

When you Proposed First...

Summary: You and your boyfriend have been together for a really long time. You couldn’t handle just being “Boyfriend and Girlfriend” anymore. So, you took matters into your own hands...And Proposed first!

Warning(s): Fluff, spoilers for Sanji’s past

A/N: Had a thought of how Sanji would react to me proposing to him and giggled lol.

     Luffy isn’t one for getting the Hint for specific moods in the air. He’s pretty dense when it comes to stuff like that. So, despite being alone together on this very romantic outing on the Island your crew had been staying at for a small vacation after a recent battle. He missed a lot of subtle details you kept bringing up.

“---Luffy! Earth to Luffy! Hello!?” You shouted while hitting his head a few times, wondering why he was spacing out. You panicked a bit because you thought he was angry with you for your question.....You asked him to marry you.

Luffy never expected to find a girlfriend(or boyfriend) while traveling at Sea. Not that he’d ever planned on getting with somebody any time soon. His life was WAY too dangerous for anything romantic anyways. But even so...Meeting you, befriending you, and then falling for you...It all just.../Happened/. it wasn’t planned or expected, he never met somebody as strong as you were, even without devil fruit powers. You just kept surprising him with every day that you woke up.

You stood there while awkwardly holding the box with something /other/ than a ring in it. It was actually a small charm-like Pin that he could pin to his hat or shirt instead. You knew that he wouldn’t wear the ring because it’d easily break with his stretching abilities, he wouldn’t want to break such a valuable gift from his beloved s/o that he loved so much. “Is...Everything alright Luffy? Did I do something wrong?” You asked while tilting your head. Asking that question made him snap back to reality again.

    Before you could respond though, he had pounced you. Clinging to you for dear life with this big dopey grin going from ear to ear. His face was blushing a pink hue as well. Pausing to grab your face and give you a big smooch, he chuckled, “Do you have any idea how amazing you are y/n!?” He asked, making you blink, but then blush as well. “I don’t know how you managed to read my mind but, I wanted to marry you too!” (He didn’t fully know what he was talking about here). Your blush got redder, he paused and blinked, “Y/n....Your face is red....” he commented, making you flinch then glare up at him

“S-Shut up...I just didn’t expect you to know what was going on is all!” You lied...He chuckled as he started giving your face kisses as he still clung to you tightly. You watched him put the pin right in the front of his precious hat. The sun was hitting him perfectly, so you watched a gentle ray glow on the pin.

You kept staring until he pulled out a small box himself that he’d been hiding for the past three weeks, nervous to give it to you as he’d never done something so big before...You held the box in your hand. and he’d gotten you the typical ring as well but, it wasn’t gold or silver. It was oddly enough...Purple? Purple was your favorite color after all, so seeing that he got you a purple colored wedding ring of all things, you knew he was the one for you.

       Zoro was actually pretty quick when he realized he wanted you as his Wife. Each day passed when you two were dating for more than a few years now, would be met with “Please be my wife” as a small joke despite being pretty serious about it.

Today was no exception. At first he woke up pretty angry because one of his swords had gone missing...His childhood sword wasn’t with him this morning. About to scold you for taking it, he noticed that you were with Franky and Usopp helping fix it after a recent battle, since you couldn’t go on the island due to being sick, you thought these two could help fix it.

“---Hopefully this does the trick. The metal on the handle has been worn out for a while...It may need to be completely replaced when we reach the next Island in a few days.” Franky comments, while pointing to the dents in the golden handle. You picked it up to get a closer look at it. “It doesn’t just look like the metal part is busted either....It’s the cloth too. Which is something that I can easily fix myself.” You comment out loud, unaware that Zoro was listening in on the conversation.

Eventually leaving to go grab some food and booze, now that he didn’t have to worry on who stole his sword, Zoro sighed as he sat down in his secret drinking spot (that he shares with you of course). “Damn...I want her to be my Wife” he mutters to himself before taking a sip of the drink he was holding.

Later that same day, you had brought back the sword that you had “borrowed to try and get it fixed” for Zoro. before heading back from putting it back, you felt an arm grab your leg. And before you knew it, you were sitting right on his lap again as he hugged you tightly. You giggled as he pressed his face against your neck, his grip getting tighter, “You trying to hug me, or strangle me?” You teased before planting a kiss on his hair. “I want you to be my Wife” He asked again, which just made you chuckle because he’s been doing this for the last week now.

     A brief silence filled the room, you squirmed a bit while you tried reaching in your pockets to grab something. A small box. You held it out awkwardly while blushing a deep crimson red from ear to ear. “....W-Why not...You become my husband?” You asked. That caught his attention real quick. He blinked as he started at the small box in front of his face, he reached out to open it and see two rings in it (one for each of you of course)

A big sheepish grin started to form as he ignored the pink hue on his own cheeks. “...I love you y/n...” He simply says while putting the ring on his finger, and then puts your ring on your finger. You giggled before reaching up again to give him a proper smooch that started turning to a passionate kiss. “I’m happy that your finally my wife now~” He jokes as he nuzzles into again and the two of you just cuddled together before dinner time.

     You knew about the Political marriage between him and Pudding from Big Mom’s family. You figured out that something had happened when you saw that Pudding and Sanji had “broken up” when you two had started getting more serious in the relationship. You were Pissed Off knowing that he might have been cheating on his Fiance with you, but the crew later explained the full context of what happened (Usopp had to tell you the details that Pudding erased from Sanji’s memory so it didn’t traumatize him again).

After a rocky start to your steady relationship. Sanji has been nothing but honest with you for anything that you may have wanted to know about. He even offered to tell you his childhood at some point but you declined, saying “Sanji-kun...Tell me when you feel emotionally ready ok? Don’t force yourself if your not ready.” And after he heard that, he /knew/ the girl he had to be with was with you. No ands ifs or buts about it. You were the one he was going to Marry for Real one day.

Today was a special day for the two of you, and thankfully, you were on an Island to be able to celebrate it. This was your third year Anniversary together after the time skip of being apart. Sanji had surprised you with a /very/ romantic date to the local festival that was happening nearby since he knew that fancy restaurants weren’t your thing as you were too used to /his cooking/. You two had spent the majority of the festival with the crew, but after a while, you two had gone off to have your own little private date on your own. Sneaking off to the nearby forest for some privacy.

You knew that he was a Romantic Sap when it came to dates. You were the type to just stay home and chill there but, this was a special day so, you thought that you’d amuse him this time. By the time you two had managed to sit down and start eating the delicious meal he had prepared for the two of you (which included some of your favorites). Sanji was telling a big story that happened when you weren’t part of his life, doing silly poses whenever he’d quote his other crewmates, making you have a hearty giggle fit throughout his story.

Before he turned around, you got on one knee and held the Ring box in your hands and stayed quiet. You grinned when he turned around to see you but, completely /froze/ at the sight of you on one knee with the Ring box in your hands. A pink hue started to form as you started to get flustered, “Sanji-kun.....” You started, which made him gulp, anxious of what’s gonna happen despite knowing what it may be. “...Even though we’ve only been together for a few years without the Time skip included...” You paused again so you could pull out the ring, which was a nice silver ring with a very small diamond in the middle. he recognized this ring as you used to wear it on your chain. “Y-Y/n...You can’t...” he starts off, making you nervous, “That ring is yours...” he finishes while avoiding eye contact due to being nervous himself

You giggled, “Sanji-kun....I love you....I want you to have this. I’m willing to gift you something precious...Because your more precious than a silly ring.”

     That did him in. That tiny speech of you claiming he’s more precious than one of your rings was what got him to cry. He cursed, flustered with himself, “D-Dammit....I-I should be proposing t-to you...Not the other way a-around” He complains with a dopey grin that showed his true feelings towards this. “...Will you Marry Me?” You finally asked, holding out a hand so that way you can put the ring on his finger if he said yes.

He didn’t technically say /yes/. But he did nod his head as the awkward crying turned into sobs. After putting the ring on his finger, he fell down to tightly hug you. He’d never been given something so precious in his life without it being taken away from him right after. You knew this though, and just allowed him to cry as you pat his head gently and giggled every now and again

“I love you y/n-san! I love you so fucking much!” He’d repeat, making /you/ get flustered with his chanting declaration of love to you. You hugged him tighter, “I know. I love you too Sanji...After all that you’ve been through...I knew that you were perfect for me, as both a boyfriend, and a Husband.”

Hearing those words just made him sob even longer. He’s never had somebody love him /like this/ in a very long time. And he can’t wait to continue to be loved by y/n for the rest of his life.

#luffy x reader #zoro x reader #sanji x reader #one piece x reader #spoilers for sanjis past

[mrsmaybank]

Gas Station Girl - Spencer Reid x Reader CH 2

Spencer Reid’s first impression of the Reader is mixed. She’s “audacious, promiscuous, clever, and troubled.” and there is so many things Spencer would like to do about it.

A/N: I’m writing a Spencer Reid x Reader multific! The series will be intense and 18+. Age gaps, Explicit sexual content, angst, family issues, dark themes including: violence, suicide, murder, death, blood, and drug addiction. Chapters will of course have trigger warnings depending on the content. Enjoy and PLEASE leave me feedback!

CHAPTER ONE HERE 

A/N2: This chapter definitely gives off “Fixing Somebody” vibes, which is wrong and I am NOT romanticizing it. This story is FICTIONAL, and meant for ENTERTAINMENT purposes only.  If this isn’t your thing, don’t read this chapter! Also, I wanted it to kinda be a slowburn, so there isn’t anything SPICY or explicitly romantic YET, but expect it soon!! 

TW: Language, age gap, ANGST, alcohol consumption, mentions of molly, & mentions of blood 

Fic Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4WYosdR6Tz4y9lsmUghoMU?si=ZvyS_2oqSDW95PxULRs2fQ

It had been a busy two weeks since Spencer had met his gas station girl, and everytime his mind had a second to wander they thought’ve her under the neon lights. Her voice above the zoom of speeding cars, and the perfect shape her lips made when she exhaled the smoke in her lungs. The way she sang in his car like a public flaunt of freedom, like she had no responsibilities or a care in the world. It made him think more, where’d she come from? What’d she been through? Under what circumstances was this mystifying character for a girl been procured? It didn’t take a BA in psychology to decide the circumstances probably weren’t entirely pleasant, and the thoughts made him more sad then he cared to admit. That being said, there wasn’t much time to let his mind wander. As cases seemed to be piling up on different sides of the country, the Doctor spent almost every hour in the past two weeks working alongside his team to solve them.  

Now it was 7:30 on a Friday night, and the members of the BAU were preparing for something they were all in desperate need of. A Rossi dinner party, with lots of pasta and lots of wine. Spencer closed the file, at last he was finally finished with all the paperwork necessary to officially close the case. He walked over to the coffee station, pouring himself a cup with too much sugar, looking over the office to see his team members doing the same thing he was a couple minutes ago. Frantically dotting the i’s and crossing the t’s so they could get out of this damn office and have a nice dinner with their friends.

Morgan got up and threw his hands up in victory. 

“I’m done man! I am done for the day!” he practically threw his files into the cabinet. “Rossi’s probably already home by now. Pretty boy ride with me to the liquor store before we go?”

Reid took the final sip of his overly sweet coffee, “Sure, see you guys there?” he asked his co-workers. 

Penelope muttered an “Hmmhmm”, but the rest of his teammates were still eyes glued to their screens and paperwork. 

Derek and Reid got in the car, laughing and talking about random things.

“I know it’s out of the way, but Prentiss and I are in a challenge to see who can find the most expensive wines for cheap, and I read online that this specific liquor store sells a 1962 bottle of red from Italy dude, for $19 dollars. I don’t care if it tastes like rotten grapes, I just wanna win this stupid ass game.” 

Spencer laughed at his antics, “You guys are weird.” 

“Coming from you!” Derek rebutted, pulling into the parking lot. 

Spencer did a double take, but he recognized her instantly. Dirty sneakers, baggy jeans, and a tiny gray tank-top, a beautiful face framed in messy hair. What the fuck was she doing now? As he got a better look though, his concern grew. Her once bright eyes were dull, ringed with make-up that looked like residue from sobbing, her lips were puffy and it looked like there was dried blood on the bottom one, dirt on her knees. She looked awful, well still beautiful, but awful.  

Derek noticed his friend’s intense stare at the broken-looking girl, sitting on the sidewalk, brown bagged drink in one hand, cigarette in the other. “You know her?” 

“Uh, yeah. We met at a gas station once.” 

Derek parked and looked him right in the eye, “You met at a gas station once?” 

“Yeah.” Spencer unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out of the car into her direction. 

“Y/N?”

Her head snapped in surprise and fear, and Spencer’s heart broke at her reaction. 

“Spencer?” She looked like a deer in headlights, nothing like the tough, independent girl he’d met that night at the 7/11. 

“Hey.” he said softly, “Are you okay?” 

She seemed to break out of her trance at the question, a wall rebuilding, a strange glint in her eye, and Spencer noticed. “What? Yeah. Totally cool.” she said, followed by a spit of blood and a wipe of her mouth. 

“Not to profile you or anything, but you don’t really seem okay.” 

“Dr, FBI, sir, you don’t actually know anything about me. Who are you to judge if I’m okay or not?” She slurred defensively. It wasn’t evident before, but she was absolutely wasted. 

“You’re right, and I’m sorry. But I can’t leave you here. Not safe. Is there somebody I can call?” 

“Yeah, yeah, my sister, Carmen.” 

“Okay, I’ll call her. What’s her number?” he said pulling out his phone/ 

“Oh fuck, I forgot.”

“Her number?” 

“No, no.” She ran her fingers through her hair and sighed, “She's probably strung out on molly naked on a park bench right now!” She laughed almost manically. 

Spencer felt his heart break a little more, this girl needed help right now. “A friend?” 

She laughed again, it was a broken, sad laugh, and Spencer hated the sound. “It’s Friday. My friends are probably--” she noticed the concerned look on Spencer’s face. “Nevermind.” 

“Y/N, is there anybody?” 

“Yeah, yeah there’s somebody.” she put out her cigarette. “Call him. His name is Teddy.” she handed him her phone. 

She played with her shoes as she heard the number dial, and the familiar voice of her ex, answering with an all too familiar irritation that stung more than she’d like to admit. 

“Teddy? It’s Dr. Spencer Reid. Hey yeah. I’m with Y/N here, she’s not doing so well. Can you come pick her up?” Pause. “I’ll send you our location.” Pause. “Cool, thank you.” 

Both Spencer and Derek waited for Teddy to arrive, Spencer next to her on the sidewalk, Derek in the car, with so many questions. When Teddy did arrive, Spencer couldn’t help but profile him. 

The way he interacted with her, they must be close, or had been at some point. He took off his flannel and wrapped Y/N in it. It was so cliche a girl like her had a guy like this at her call, Spencer thought. Though it wasn’t obvious, he was younger then Spencer, slightly taller, tattooed and undoubtedly a little rougher around the edges. 

He politely thanked Spencer for calling him, put Y/N in his passenger seat, and as as they pulled out of the parking space, he could hear him tell her something, “Fuck Y/N, what the fuck happened?”

Spencer watched as they drove away, utterly speechless. They were practically worlds apart, and Spencer had this absolutely burning desire to figure out hers. What was going on in that beautiful head? What was going on in that melancholy short film for a life? How could he fix it? 

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[cupsofsuga]

𝐅𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒 ━ 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 *:·。.

{ ⚠️} WARNING - This is a yandere au, meaning the following may be triggering to some viewers.  I am not trying to discriminate the boys in any way, this is for entertainment purposes. Viewer discretion is advised!!!

{ ☕️} NOTE - a faint trigger warning for jungkook’s part! there’s some heavy violence in there! again, viewer discretion is advised!!

{ 💐} ANON ASKED - ❝ Hcs abt yan! Fanboy! Bts with their idol! S/o publicising their relationship but he ends up getting a ton of backlash from their s/o's fans? ❞

━━━ 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊𝐉𝐈𝐍

the flashes of the camera and the sensitivity of his shattered self-image left alone to be toyed with wasn’t exactly seokjin’s idea of a happy future

all he ever craved was to just bathe is his bewitchment with his youth

he’d do just about anything to hold the past in his grasp just once more

jin swears he can still imagine fidgeting with the shrivels of orange peels as you two try to speak over the lunchroom chatter or how you two fell asleep in willow trees, ignoring the fact that your face will potentially be on a milk carton by the time the sun rises

but, the glimmering fate of fame had snatched you away with its colorful patterns and it’s facade adorned with glitter

and this eternal ache within jin’s chest has cunning ways of slithering into his bloodstream and gripping his heart with its tenacious grip on a day-to-day basis

he can feel the magical, youthful soul he fell so deeply infatuated with start to depart from its host just to be replaced by the molded personality this company you signed with assigned for you to wear

and nothing makes him more livid than these money-hungry freaks that bark and yap at you like dogs and have no formed concept of respect

like that one humid july afternoon where, once again, paparazzi pried into one of your café dates and ruined the blessed day

yes, jin did take part in ruining the day by socking one of the men in the nose and shattering their camera on the pavement, but it was totally their fault!

all has been forgiven, anyways!

but, it wasn’t until he caught sight of you falling under the spell of these master manipulators and found you beginning to alter the vision of yourself did jin finally snap

this life is not for you, nor is it for him

you two were supposed to spend your days in a claustrophobic studio apartment with two cats, not dressing yourself with cheap smiles and blinding your vision under the burning spotlight!

so, this leaves you waking up the lavender-scented sheets lied in an unknown place

the faint pitter-patter of pots and pans echoed from down the hall of the place you’ve now deemed as your childhood home

jin sits in the kitchen, cooking up breakfast for you and humming a tune, daydreaming of fairytale-induced future that is held for you two lovers

now, you both won’t have to worry about the heavy burden of fans, paparazzi and all of that! you two can finally live in tranquility!

you two can finally be happy…

━━━ 𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈

with an array of plastic bags containing all sorts of foods to feast on for the following week, you enter your humble adobe

and as you attempt to lock the door behind you with your pre-occupied hands, you mentally prepare yourself for the golden retriever of a man who will soon pounce on you with a wagging tail

but, this is not what occurs

with furrowed brows, you find the scrawny figure tucked into the couch while hushed sobs echo in the eerily quiet room

and you could’ve sworn yoongi waltzed straight out a renaissance painting with how undeniably immaculate the sight before you looked

small, cherubic face, feline-like eyes and glitter tears; all resembled a brilliant work of art that could leave one starstruck

but, that was not valid now, as you silently prayed for the glasses held in the bag as they tumbled to the floor once he stumbled over and clung onto you like a lifeline

you both sat on the floor, tenacious grip refusing to weaken as yoongi’s tears dampened your shirt

he’s had days like this before, where the man’s grip is inevitable and tears could just about flood the place

no matter how many times you reassure him with your sugary-pink voice that he is all you desire and crave, nasty trolls online still manage to crawl under his skin

yoongi is perfect in your eyes, but, every day he fails to see this

those poisonous comments mocking his height and weight or anything as little as the shirt he wore on a specific day all have clever ways of triggering the waterfall

he sees that he is not a good boyfriend, and you deserve somebody else

someone who isn’t just a nobody, someone who has worthy potential in this life, someone who could illuminate the galaxy simply with their smile

someone who deserves to stand by your side

but then you hold him in your warm embrace and speak words of honey, and alas, yoongi has found nirvana

although this isn’t the anecdote for his insecurities, to simply be held by you is such a privilege

and he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

━━━ 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐊

you remember vividly of those poisonous comments directed towards your lover

they gossiped and chirped about how you would be more satisfied with some actor you don't even remember the name of, which was the very first manifestation of the downfall

there is the guilt that seeps in your bloodstream and sheer rage that could crumble galaxies with its force

you confront hoseok, watching the pearl of his eyes glisten under your stare as you reassure him that the comments don’t differ your infatuation in the slightest

but, much to your surprise, the sensitive boy agrees

he shares no inkling of attention to the haters and instead mentions a cat café he wanted to visit later that day with you, eyes filled with stars and all

hoseok and his disturbing eloquence; a cunning distraction of the awaiting prophecy

having to dwell in the comments and opinions laced with fury and venom, you could practically feel their fire through your phone screen

and as days pass by, spending hours with your puppy-dog of a lover, you catch yourself agreeing with them

this must not be your fate, it can’t be...

you refuse to be one who lets others dictate your opinions, especially about something so valid to you

but, as time passes, opinions reeling within your mind, you find disgust in his touch and rage in his smile

and you fear what just might happen if you touch the revelation

a virus, a parasite, a burden, all of the things they told you, you believed!

and you bet hoseok refused to let this settle in

so, as you lie in your state of slumber, you are oblivious to the man before you who’s rage fills the room like smoke

an act of rebellion, the sun seeping into the night sky; entirely an inhuman act

he has become ruthless, spitting out insults and threats of their supposed death to the people who have wronged you two and had the guts to dare brainwash you into believing their filthy lies!!

your future alongside hoseok is inevitable and your infatuation is eternal, a love that is indestructible and legendary

always and forever, your love shall be sacred...

and as the computer light dims and hoseok crawls back into your embrace, he has found that sugary-sweet tranquility that rests within his heart whenever he lies in your presence

alas, hoseok has found warmth in the winter storm.

━━━ 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐉𝐎𝐎𝐍

a fairytale, a sunlit infatuation that burns

something holy that namjoon holds close to his heart

but, as these comments crawl like insects under his skin, his tenacious grip on your heart begins to weaken

every waking moment now is spent in eternal panic for the potential future without you by his side, all because of the demons that lurk in your comment section

the whispering and gossip, mocking namjoon of his place as your lover and how he was undeserving to have the privilege of standing by your side

insults hit him like bullet wounds and resemble a stake to his heart

and then the pit; the pit he despises so, so much returns and the loneliness sinks like lead in his stomach

the entirety of his childhood, the burdening comments of his father, the neglect of his mother, his money-hungry friends, every revelation of his loneliness returns once again

he is alone; so utterly alone that he spends his nights clinging onto your pillow, inhaling your flowery musk and crying out for his lover

you can’t leave him, you can’t!

you have to love him, just as much as he loves you!!

if he doesn’t have you then he has nothing!!!! can’t you see!?!?!

not again not again not again not again not again not again not again not again not again not again not again not again notagainnotagainnotagainnotagainnotagainnotagainnotagainnotagainnotagainnotagainnotagainnotagainnotagainnotagainnotagainnotagainnotagainnotagainnotagainnotagainnotagain. don’t leave him don’t leave him DON’T LEAVE HIM

wobbling to his bedroom, he thrashes, yells and throws any item within his grip and shatters it against the wall

there’s the fury that resembles a fire-breathing dragon as he destroys his neatly made bedroom, cursing so loud that the housekeepers a floor down fear for his safety

namjoon cannot find sanity; he cannot find clarity in this moment of chaos

there are wars and disasters that take place within his mind and the pit within him only sinks lower with every passing second

finding his closet, he drops to his knees before the shrine kept hidden behind expensive suits and sobs

he cries for his lover, praying with whatever strength left in his body that you’ll never depart from him and your infatuation will never once weaken

namjoon falls limp onto the ground, curling himself into a ball and weeping out into the carpet

just, for now, he is eternally caught in the revelation of chaos

only your sugary-sweet, lavender-scented reassurance will rescue him in this warzone

you’re his savior, his knight in shining armor

he doesn’t know what he’d do if you didn’t love him.

━━━ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍

dressing in faux pearly smiles and hushing down your anger as the interviewer cunningly spoke words of poison to jimin was in every means an everlasting burden

fame was intended to be a gift, not torture

everyone would lionize you and bow down to you as if you were some all-mighty god who graced this earth, as satan’s contract listed

being an eternal victim of the microscope and listening as people barked and yapped perverted comments and words of envy, jimin resembles the sun in a cold night

throughout your busy schedule, the ephemeral moments spent with your lover were enchanted and served as a satisfactory breath of fresh air

i mean yes, there were those times where his possessive nature bled through the bandaids and fans concluded him as abusive, but, that wasn’t true!

these filthy opinions have little to none power over either of you… or that’s what you assumed

walking back into your changing room after a god awful interview, you find your lover nestled into the couch as his shoulders shake from hushed sobs

you find the screen plastered in front of him which played your previous interview, watching as the woman from earlier validate his horrible reputation and slyly agreed with the false accusations

without an inkling of a second thought, you rush over, cooing as he jolted from your sudden, but gentle, touch

those narrowing eyes, hushed words of gossip, insecurities laced with venom that resemble an ice prick to his heart had him powerless in his stance

and as you enter his tunnel of vision, he finds an oasis in the midst of chaos

jimin clings onto you as if your a life preserver in the ocean, a single star in the vast galaxy, an inkling of tranquility held in the state of a war-zone

you feel tears rest on your shoulder, the sharp prick of his nails on your back from his tenacious grip as you coo and comfort your lover of his sorrows

he pleads and cries for you to remain by his side and not to listen to their lies, and of course, you reassure him on your candied-voice that nothing they say could weaken your adoration

and even in the midst of a downfall, he has found nirvana in your touch

even in the midst of anarchy, jimin has found euphoria.

━━━ 𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆

taehyung meets with a chauffeur as his final period in school comes to an end, a gentle smile forming upon his face as he knows what follows

of course, being an idol and receiving a high income, you just had to coddle your lover in every possible way

he climbs into the vehicle, careful not the stain the immaculate black leather seats with his paint-splattered hands

the revelation of you spoiling him rotten due to your infatuation never fails to have taehyung blushing like a lovestruck teenager and melting into the seat before him

although he is alone, the buzz of elation that settles within his heart sends him into a frenzy for your love that he will soon meet face-to-face with

and as he’s mindlessly scrolling through his phone in the secluded area of the backseat, he stumbles across an article

there was a picture of you and him plastered on the front page with a cunningly negative title, sparking his frightful curiosity

throughout the pages, taehyung witnesses as the writer pick and prods at his self-image, claiming a boy who grew up with nothing surely was undeserving of living a second with a star

he is worthless, an obsessive freak, in every means a burden to his light

but it wasn’t true! they don’t know what they’re talking about!

you love him! why else would you send him a chauffeur for his liking!

this article… it’s all lies! it has to be!

taehyung soon feels his lungs collapse and his throat tighten, choking on the sorrows that build up in his stomach

an epiphany that he was soon to relish in, but, never in a million years would he be ready to face the reality that he doesn't deserve someone as undeniably perfect as you

he then brings his knees to his chest, screams like banshees that echo and reverberate in his eardrums

there’s heavy rain that flows down his cheeks, sobs that could shatter cities with its force and crumble galaxies to nothing but ashes

the silk heart taehyung possesses has been held in the grasp of a dying light, and he would do just about anything to feel the warm embrace of aphrodite herself

you love him, you must!

taehyung doesn’t know what he’d do if you didn’t…

━━━ 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊

jungkook sees these comments and he is livid

the explosion of his fragility, every particle of his very being now tainted

god, the things he’d do to get his hands on these scums who dared to assume they have the right to speak of you in such a manner

jungkook would be infatuated by their screams of agony as he plucks off their fingers one by one, a sadistic grin growing on his lips at the simple thought

oh, how they’d bleed and beg for mercy and apologize over and over for the heinous crimes they committed

and he’d torture them for eternity, days upon days of torment and cries in the blood-splattered shed

what a dream their pain would be

tears stain his phone screen as he scrolls through the venomous comments from a video taken just a few weeks ago

you see, your lover has a temper, and if you proceed to poke the bear, his anger strikes like satan had entered this very realm

and when that man spoke blasphemy about who your destined lover should be, jungkook blew up like a ticking bomb and proceeded to strike the man until he was nothing but a bloody pulp left on the sidewalk

and then, in the midst of these blood-induced fantasies, he hears it, the jingle of keys which could conquer any melody that exists

like some lovesick golden retriever, jungkook races to the sound to greet you

as you snap your coat undone, you’re suddenly engulfed into a tenacious embrace by the puppy himself

the calm after the storm, the light in the eternal abyss, jungkook has found what’s holy in this disgusting world

your sweet fragrance, gentle hair and ethereal caress; he had forgotten what he was upset about, to begin with

moving to keep you at arm's length, you find his eyes adorned with dreams

there’s infatuation swimming in his irises and petals within the lovesick smile plastered upon his face

all because of you, the single daisy in a winter storm

there are still tears that seep from his eyes, but, he’s come to the conclusion that they must be tears of joy

alas, jungkook has found euphoria.

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Abandoned WIPS

Uhhhh Some shit I started writing but gave up on for one reason or another. Kinda long since there’s three of em, so going under a cut

(all of these are unedited and a lil messy)

warnings for muzzles, pet whump, dehumanization, beating, and I believe asphyxiation?

From That One Idea Where Zander Is Locked In A Room While Wren Is Hurt In Another Room:

He winced at the sound of pained yelp, just another in the endless string of heartbreaking noises he could hear through the wall. He knew that wren was in the next room, he knew that Cain was /hurting/ him, and he knew there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it, not even to offer the slightest bit of comfort to Wren who, most likely, had no clue he was just in the next room over. 

 He wished he could even call out to him, but Cain had made sure that wouldn’t happen, a muzzle locked on to his face, hands cuffed behind his back so he couldn’t even try to wrestle it off. It was one of Cain’s favorites, right after the horrible wire one, this one was all dark leather, one of the few that Cain had made specifically for Zander, covering his mouth and pressing deep indents into his face, across his cheeks and running just beneath his nose. The worst part was the bit that actually sat inside his mouth, effectively stopping nearly any noise he could’ve made. It was humiliating, and uncomfortable, and right now the only thing stopping him from screaming every expletive known to man. 

 He didn’t know how long this had gone on, at first it wasn’t that bad, at first it was whines and whimpers, and then even through the wall he could hear fists striking skin, he could hear soft cries turn into sobs, he could hear Cain’s god awful fucking laughter as he mocked the boy. He felt sick with anger and worry, he didn’t know what he was even /doing/ to him, and naturally his imagination only provided the worst possible scenarios. This was probably why he didn’t move from beside the wall, face pressed against it as he listened in. He could’ve moved to the opposite end of the room, but then he wouldn’t be able to hear Wren clearly, and the only thing that could’ve scared him more than what he heard now was the prospect of it stopping abruptly. 

 His stomach dropped as he realized the rhythmic sound of the beating was picking up pace, getting more erratic, and then the sudden /scream/ that sent him into a panic. He struggled to try and free his wrists, as useless and humiliating as it was he rubbed his face against the wall as if that would get the muzzle off, he needed to get /free/. Wren was sobbing, louder than before, something had changed and he didn’t know what and he didn’t even know when he /would/ know and it was killing him. 

 He felt guilty that he found comfort in Wren’s sobbing, only because he knew he was still breathing, still alive. Sobbing was better than silence right now, but he wished he didn’t have to hear him speak, words broken and muffled through the wall.

 “I-I… I’m suh-sorry… sir…”

 He squeezed his eyes shut, biting down harder on the bit between his teeth, wishing he could at least wipe away the tears welling up in his eyes. He was pissed, he was angry and frustrated and he was so /worried/ about the poor kid who was apologizing to his torturer, always the perfect and obedient dog.

 Cain had done this on purpose. He knew that Zander couldn’t stand it, and he was right, he was sat on the floor holding back tears because knowing that Wren was needlessly hurt upset him that much. He hated to let him get hurt, he would’ve taken his place if he could, he was always willing to take his place, and that was reason enough for Cain to hurt him. He winced at the sound of another scream, followed by an agonized, desperate, “/No no no no- please no-!”, another scream and Cain was fucking laughing again, so careful not to comment on what he was doing because he /knew/ how desperate Zander was to know. 

 He couldn’t know what was going on. He couldn’t help him or comfort him. All he could do was sit there, and silently cry as his listened to Wren’s pained sobs, feeling sick with guilt and completely /useless/. 

Somebody Asked For Wren Whump Once And Before The Drowning Piece This Was The Idea:

He was sat at his feet as usual, while Cain sat at the dining room table. He was well aware of the fact that Cain /did/ work, but usually he left the house for that, leaving him and Zander locked up for most of the day. Today though, he was at home, eyes focused on a laptop screen while he spoke to somebody over the phone. It was almost overwhelmingly normal, for a moment, Cain almost seemed to be human, a human with a job and responsibilities and a whole, normal life. 

 Normal, except for Wren, sitting on the floor, leather muzzle forcing him to breathe through his nose. He was already lightheaded from trying not to panic, the muzzle was bad, the muzzle meant he’d /been/ bad, but he hadn’t done anything he could think of. He looked up to Cain, almost pleading with his eyes, but the man ignored him. 

 “Tell him to take his proposition and shove it up his ass, I don’t want to hear about it.” He said bluntly, and Wren could hear the woman respond over the phone.

 “I’ll tell him you’re not interested, sir.” Wren vaguely wondered if she knew just how horrible Cain was, if she knew that he kept people and treated them as property. “And your 2:30 appointment?”

 “Reschedule it, I’m not leaving the fucking house today.” Good manners had been drilled into him, it bothered him to hear Cain be so needlessly rude to someone. He needed to focus on his lack of manners, because he was starting to panic, the panicked breathing through his nose was too noticeable. Cain looked down at him, giving him an irritated look before reaching down, pinching his nose closed.

 His eyes went wide immediately as his air was abruptly cut off. Cain had already turned his attention back to the screen, already focused back on his phone call while Wren slowly suffocated. He whimpered softly, hands raised to try and pull at the muzzle.

 “Did the dogs keep you up last night, sir?” The woman asked, sounding exasperated. Were he not struggling to stay calm he would’ve realized that she knew, she knew and she was so /casual/ about it.

 “Yeah, non-stop barking all night. Damn thing wouldn’t shut up.” He sighed, referring to the verbal argument that him and Zander had gotten into the night before. The verbal argument that ended with both dogs being muzzled. Wren’s whimpering was getting louder, he was getting desperate, lungs burning with a need for air. Without even sparing him a glance, Cain let go of his nose. 

 He took a slow, deep breath through his nose, trying to steady his breathing but it wasn’t /enough/, if he could just calm down maybe 

One Of Many Failed Punishment Wips Before I Decided On Sleep Deprivation:

 “This is what you get for opening your fucking mouth!” Cain snapped, wrestling the muzzle on Zander's face despite his struggles. It wasn’t the same leather one that Cain had used on him, it was an odd contraption, a bit forced between Zander’s teeth and metal wire cage covering the lower half of his face, almost exactly like something you’d see on a real dog. Wren could only watch with wide eyes, because he needed to behave, he needed to be good, but god he hated not doing /anything/. 

 “You fucking deserve this you stupid /mutt/.” He snarled, kicking him hard in the side. The sound that Zander made was almost animalistic, a painfully sad yelp from the impact. His hands went to try and pull the muzzle off his face but Cain grabbed his wrists, having come prepared with cuffs for him. His arms were twisted behind his back despite how hard he tried to jerk away, sturdy leather cuffs secured around his wrists, the chain too short to give him much movement at all. He tried to pull away now that he was restrained but Cain grabbed him by the hair, jerking his head up to face him.

 “One second, you know how Vanessa feels about this muzzle.” He sneered, taking his phone from his pocket and taking a picture of his face, angry and glaring past the camera and at the man holding him. Once he was satisfied with the photo he gave Zander a harsh shove to push him down, turning his attention to Wren.

 “What do you think, pup? Is all this worth him running his mouth to you?” He asked, driving in the guilt that Wren already felt. He shook his head quickly, but that didn’t satisfy Cain. “Speak.” He ordered, which was enough for Wren.

 “N-no, no it’s not- I- I’m sorry, I don’t… I don’t want this to happen to him…” he said slowly, though he spoke to Cain he couldn’t take his eyes off Zander, 

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The One Who Came After

Prompt- To normal Terrans, the Tesseract was strange and confusing, no one really understood how powerful it was or what it really did. That was until you came along...

Warning- Endgame Spoilers (Does that even need to be a warning anymore?), cursing, angst, maybe smut at some point idk

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It had only been a minute since the dust had settled, since Tony had taken his last breath and was being tended to by a crowd of medics, since Thanos had taken his and was left alone. No one had the time to sit down and recuperate, to come to the realization that it was actually over. Pepper was still beside her fallen husband, along with Peter and Rhodey. Sam, Steve and Bucky were all together, making a plan to scout out all of the injured. At this point, nothing could surprise any of them, each person's soul, body and mind was drained of all feeling.

So, when a bright blue flash of light erupted a few feet away from the fallen hero, it seemed like some robotic movement to everyone as they turn and point every weapon available at the sudden movement.

“Which one of you mortals...keeps fucking... With. My. Stone,” Your breathing was labored and each word was a desperate, dry wheeze.

It took everything in your entire being to not drop down and pass out. Within a week (your worlds week anyway) the universe your world resided in had been flipped upside down three separate times. It had taken an entire unit from each planet to keep the universe from collapsing on itself, and after the third strike, they sent you out to see what in the ever living fuck was happening.

“Who are you? What do you want?” You turned to see a tall, blonde man walking towards you, a hammer and shield in hand.

“I want to know who the hell keeps trying to turn my universe inside out like it’s some kind of reversible jacket!” you growl out, meeting the strangers gaze and refusing to back down, “Don’t you dipshits know to never mess with another universes stones? W-who are you to decide what ha-happens with my world?”

The exhaustion that racked your body made it hard to focus on the figure that stood directly in front of you, and it didn’t take long for you to fall down to your knees. “You-you have no idea-” your vision blurred and you had to place a hand on the ground to steady yourself.

The man who originally approached you knelt down to your height, forgetting about the threat you might have imposed and making sure that you weren’t about to die, “Okay, okay. We can talk about this a little later, we’re all exhausted and need to deal with...things” The stranger states, glancing around at all of the injured and fallen soldiers.

“What happened here?” you ask quietly, weakly looking up into the man’s bright blue eyes.

You didn’t get to hear his reply before your consciousness slipped into the darkness.

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“S-so, let me get this straight...” Dr. Banner mutters before looking you in the eyes, “You’re from a different universe? Dimension? Thing? That resides inside the Tesseract, and almost falls apart every time the tesseract is used?”

“Yes, I came here to stop whoever was having the bright idea to activate it every five goddamn minutes,” you mutter out groggily, fisting the burn of sleep from your eyes, “which turned out to be a pack of nimrods that, where I’m from, wouldn’t do any of this shit-“

“How’d you travel here? Get outside of the tesseract?” Steve, asked curiously, eyes squinting in suspicion.

“Some magical shit that this dude-“ you lazily motion toward the man in the red cape, “did, I’m not sure what he called it. It doesn’t matter anyways, what matters is that you stop using that stone or I’ll kill you all,”

“Trust me sweetheart, we just defeated the most powerful being in the universe, you don’t have a chance,” scoffs a man from the corner of the room, stripping himself of his red tinted goggles and placing them on a small table next to him.

“Hey bird boy, we didn’t have to fight him twice in my universe. Oh and your goggles look stupid,” you snap, glaring at the man who now looked at you with shock and anger in his gaze

You didn’t have the energy to deal with this group of random miscreants. You recognized all of them, though. Each one was a part of your world back at home, but none as important there as they are here.

“Your from an alternate dimension where Thanos didn’t win the first time?” Dr. Banner asks from his corner by a lab table.

“Um yeah. My team got to him when we found out he was the cause behind the Loki disaster in Los Angeles. We knew he would be a future threat so we didn’t let it get out of control...unlike you guys who almost let your entire universe get destroyed,” the harsh pain in your head hadn’t subsided and you really wished these bafoons would leave you alone.

“There’s a Loki in your dimension too?” You looked at the...thick...version of Thor before answering.

“Yeah Pillsbury doughboy, he’s alive and well there too. Yours isn’t though, I can tell from the emptiness radiated from your body,” your comment was thoughtless as your powers weren’t a big deal back home. Almost everyone had them, the special few were the ones who were born sterile of all supernatural genes.

The room fell into silence after your words and some of the onlookers left the room, including Thor. You were left to be stared at by Steve Rogers, Pepper Potts and a young boy who you hadn’t recognized.

“I-is Mr. Stark alive in your dimension?” The boy asked, tears falling from his has as his trembling body struggled to keep upright.

You managed the strength to get off the examination table and walk up to the poor boy, “if it makes you feel any better kid, in my universe, Tony Stark retired and is living an ordinary life with his daughter and wife in Tahoe. Has been for the last five years of his life. But let me tell you, your Tony did an immeasurable thing to save an immeasurable amount of lives. Is he still here?” You ask quietly. You felt the piercing hurt from this lost boy and easily found it within you to try and help, forgetting about the pain these people had caused your world.

“Why? What do you want with him?” Steve asked crudely, a hard stare set your way.

“I can help him. I know I might seem like a threat but tell me, what more could I do to this world that hasn’t already been done?” Your statement seemed heavy on the three pairs of eyes that followed your lumbering movements as you clumsily made the short journey to the door, “please let me help you so you can help me,”

Miss Pepper Potts was the one to move first, quickly helping you out of the room and into the quiet corridor where she proceeded to lead you to another medical room. This one was filled with machines and IV poles, all of them hooking up to one, completely broken man.

“He’s brain dead, can’t breath on his own, his heart stopped beating on its own, almost all of his bones are broken, lungs are punctured...h-he isn’t even really living right now,” Pepper choked on her words, a trembling hand covering her mouth to mask the sobs that bubbles up from her throat.

“I can help, just, be ready to catch me when I pass out,” you mumble calmly and walk up to the lifeless body.

You knew this had to be done. It would hurt but these people needed this man.

Though it was normal to have some form of powers in your universe, it wasn’t necessarily normal to have the type of powers you specifically possessed. Sure everyone had some for of mild self healing, but yours was a bit different.

“Tell me what the biggest issues with him are again,”

At this point Steve and the broken boy had entered the room and were watching from the doorway.

“I-I can’t remember it all-“ “it’s okay, just tell me the body parts and I can heal them,”

“Brain, heart, and-and his lungs,” she shot out quickly as you placed your hands on his chest and forehead.

“Okay, y/n, don’t freak out...” you mumble to yourself, “Please don’t touch either of us before it’s done. It could mess up the process,” the warning was short and you left little time after for the others to agree before a bright blue light seeped from your hands and into Tony’s body.

Pain instantly went into your brain, heart and lungs and you had to lean onto the man so you wouldn’t collapse to the floor. “Come on, come on,” you mumble and strengthen the flow of energy from your body to his.

You let out a loud groan of pain as the process finally started to work properly. You could heal anyone, anything you wanted. That’s what made you special, but there were always two sides to ones powers where you were from, and the other side of yours was taking parts of the victims injuries and moving them to your own body. You thankfully had a say of which injuries you would take on but you had to take on a certain amount for your powers to work. At this point in time you chose to take on a few broken bones and a couple of punctures to your lungs. Best to spread out the pain than focus on one area.

“Somebody. Call, Dr. Banner,” you call out the order and put your last efforts into healing the parts of his brain that were damaged the most and suddenly there was a different source of wheezing and coughing in the room.

Tony had woken up.

“Oh my god!” Pepper gasped, a trembling hand shooting out to cover her mouth.

The teenager that had remained quiet for most of your consciousness suddenly  broke out into violent sobs and fell to his knees, quickly being comforted by Pepper wrapping her arms around his shaking form.

“Tony can you hear me?” Your eyes found his and it only to a moment before he shook his head, wheezing out a quiet ‘yes’.

“Alright, Alright. You’re gonna be okay, y-your gonna be fine. Stay calm, I know it f-feels weird but you can’t fight it. don’t fight it,” your words began to slur together as your consciousness started to slip away. 

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A/N: yeah that’s right, i'm writing another series when I have no time or effort stored away to properly finish this or any of my other series or drafts. Please enjoy and don't forget to like, comment, and reblog!

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Top 6 Underrated Comedy Scenes in IPK

Version: Arnav Singh Raizada & Situational Comedy

After a certain Khushi Kumari Gupta entered ASR’s life, let’s say she’s given him many moments to laugh. But sometimes, fate wants to laugh at his expense too. Here are six underrated moments in IPK where life did not give Arnav any lemons to make lemonade. 

1. Banwari, The Dhobi (S3, E10)

The one day Arnav decides to do something right, the entire universe conspires to make everything go wrong. His day pretty much goes like this; Mission “Khushi, I am Sorry” Obstacle #1: Arnav can’t say sorry. Everyone can, but no one helps. Because Arnav never asks for help.

Solution - Just find Khushi. Obstacle #2: Ask Lavanya. Feign ignorance... feign ignorance... doesn’t Lavanya know who I’m talking about? Feign ignorance... she’s taken a vacation WHAT *fuck*.

Solution - Call Khushi

Obstacle #3: Can’t English when Khushi’s on the phone. Also, cuts the call himself, has the Rabba Ve wind, and facepalms himself.  But the moment of this hilarious day that takes the cake is when Arnav instructs JP on whoever is by the door, to send that person to his room.  Arnav (ready with the intense look): I need to speak to you

Someone with a voice that does not give him the Rabba Ve : Yes sir, tell me, anyways I’m used to the [scolding] Arnav (turns dramatically, intensity dead): WHO ARE YOU? 

Not Khushi: Banwari, aapka dhobi.  *sigh* We’re with you Arnav bitwa, we’re with you. Although you shouldn’t have yelled at Banwari ji. Banwari kinda predicted though. 

2. Oh Aman! (S3, E34)

Before Khushi, khushingly, threw the mitti (soil) all over herself which led to the gentle-hot-sexy-eye-blow-dust-shy Rabba Ve; the mitti was in her hands, in his pot, and all the way from Arnav’s room to the living room.

And here was Aman, being Aman, taking every meticulous note of what his sir was saying.

“Okay Aman, I was saying that our delegates are arriving tomorrow at Banglore. Prepare your team and give them-” Arnav notices the soil on the floor “-Mitti?” 

“Foreign delegates ko mitti dena hai, sir?” We should give the foreign delegates soil, sir? 

No Aman bitwa!

“Oh Shut up Aman!”

This moment is outright hilarious and one can literally see Aman blurting out the first thought in his head - and it’s too late - before he gets yelled at by Arnav.

Poor Aman though;

ASR: *asks for confirmation by asking Aman to repeat*

Aman: *repeats*

ASR: *says something stupid*

Aman: *repeats?*

ASR: Oh shut up *I was commenting on something you have no idea and I expect you to understand my stupidity as you are more worthy than me in several scenarios and I don’t think you are human*

3. The Newly Shadi Shuda Arnav Singh Raizada (S6, E31)

When Arnav Singh Raizada got hitched (more like forcing a woman to elope with him), one expected many hearts to be broken. After all, the kunwara krorepati - bachelor billionaire - was off the market! But the one heart that I never expected to be broken by Arnav’ marital status, was of Shukla ji’s! Alternating between an Arnav who had no idea that man before him existed, and the canteen waala who believes he is an intrinsic part of Arnav’s life - it is one of the funniest scenes in the show. Shukla: Sir, I was just gone for a day and-

ASR: Who the hell are you?

Shukla: Sir I’m Shukla, the canteen waala *cue ugly crying* I AM THE ONE who brings your daily morning tea, without sugar, and your daily evening coffee, without sugar, to you.

ASR: *invoking Kanan Biswa from MPKDH Pretentious Movie Review* Toh problem kya hai?

Shukla: Sir that’s exactly what I’m asking, if there was an issue with *sobs*

ASR: Come to the point

Shukla: Nobody wants the canteen food, they’ve all found a new lunch service *sobbing continues* This provides me the bread and butter for my home and YOU destroyed-

ASR: What the! What did I do?

Shukla: YOU. GOT. MARRIED

ASR: I got married, how is that a problem to you?

Shukla: *sobs and leaves*

ASR: Sabki problem kya hai yaar! it’s awesome seeing ASR say yaar Crazy people.

*If this scene does not make you laugh, I will be extremely judgmental of you* 

Also whoever played Shukla ji, your crying was epic. 

4. Presenting Lakshmi Nagar, by Manorama Raizada (S7, E1)

There’s one thing about going to your in-laws house, there’s another thing of somebody frightening you to no end about it.

Manorama and Arnav have the strangest friendship - they are both well aware of the other’s faults and are not hesitant to use those faults - but somehow believe the first thing that is out of their mouths.

This scene might have not been funny, if Arnav was not straight up terrified and believing everything Mami ji said (until she would say something completely obnoxious). One can see that Arnav literally hangs on every word Mami says *lol*

Arnav: *can handle a fashion empire, a sleazy brother-in-law and millions of rupees*

Mami: *describes food floating in oil at his in-laws house*

Arnav: *nearly shits his pants*

This scene truly works wonders because of the fantastic acting and chemistry between Barun Sobti and Utkarsha Naik.

5. Khushi’s Dream Man, Not Arnav Singh Raizada (S7, E3)

Arnav knew Khushi liked Salman, enough to put a poster in his room to annoy the hell out of him. But here he sees that she loves Salman. Honestly dreams about marrying him - in a cheaply cut out poster of him and her in a palanquin.

And even though he has been in her room several times before, this is the first team he notices the little things about her.

It is cute and hilarious because in one second Arnav has five immediate opinions about her.

Arnav: I have to see Salman here, too? That too six times?

Arnav: Certified crazy… wait… what’s that

Arnav: A wedding palanquin with Khushi and… what… Salman?! WHAT THE?

Arnav: SHE ACTUALLY DREAMS OF MARRYING HIM?

Arnav: She’s crazy, childish but adorable, loveable and oh my fuck this little cutie patootie asdfghjk ahh I need to stahp;

The mental ‘what the’ was loud enough to shatter the walls of Gupta house.

Also, Barun, you are a treasure.

6. Never Underestimate the Power of a Common Belan (& Bua ji) (S8 E9)

I cannot begin with what I love about this specific episode. It is AMAZING to see Arnav get roasted (sorry bitwa), especially by his in-laws for a very valid reason.

He forgot his wife’s birthday. And he realised that. While yelling at her. In her home. In front of her family *slow claps*.

The hilarious series of moments begin from Arnav stating he doesn’t want to eat, and Bua ji (oh I love her in these episodes) just comes in front of him - stares at him - and challenges him to leave the house without eating. #ToughLove #BuajiRoxx (Abha ji, you are amazing)

The day really isn’t cut out for Arnav. It isn’t.

How Not To Celebrate Your Wife’s Birthday  - Arnav Singh Raizada

On the night before her birthday, call her the biggest mistake of your life (don’t worry, if she wants to leave the house have something in handy to blackmail her with to stay back).

On the day of her birthday, yell at her, preferably in her house, where her family is present.

Oh, you still don’t know it’s her birthday.

Try to say h-hha...happ...ha

Don’t refuse lunch. Bua ji has a powerful belan.

Tell your wife hh..hh-hhaaa-- happy singh?

Notice what she’s missing, and buy the replacement (especially one that does not suit her style nor necessities)

Don’t attempt to pacify the family.

Eat 584219 puris, no questions asked.

Then look at your wife, ask for…. water.

Continue eating the puris.

DON’T ATTEMPT TO FLIRT IF YOU CAN’T GO BEYOND HA--HA--

Get served more puris. Win the family’s heart, oh fuck, not your wife’s though.

Give her the gift, selected and signed by your assistant. Oh, and don’t forget to say ha-ha---handsfree?

Act surprised when; she doesn’t believe the gift is yours, uses the bag what several middle class people use bags for, gets a heart attack on the price.

Oh don’t mention the price of the gift.

Forcibly feed cake, cut the cake, and attempt to flirt when she’s absolutely not in the mood.

Kiss her and give her the one meaningful gift, when she’s asleep.

Realise that you’ve fucked up and you’ll fuck up further. It’s a good thing you married her (oh shit and reminded her about the contract) and your cousin is her friend who can help you for the rest of your life.

With sincere What Thes, ASR.

Penned by NK. So that’s it for today - hope you all had a fun time reading this! And a big hug to all those who inspired me (you know who you are).

A big thank you to the scriptwriters and creatives for coming with these wonderful moments - comedy is one of the most difficult things to write!

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[pinkykitten]

I’m here for you

13 Reasons Why

Clay Jensen x female! reader

Warning: did not re-read, sexual assault, mentions of suicide, takings of sexual assault, cursing 

Specifics: angst, romance, one-shot, race neutral reader

People: clay jensen, bryce walkers, jessica davis, parents 

Words: 1,398

Requested: By anon can you do an imagine where you go to clay after you’re sexually assaulted and he comforts you and everything? it happened to me somewhat recently and idk i just need like comfort. it’s okay if you don’t wanna write it.

Authors Note: now this has a lot of stuff in it so if you cannot read this i totally understand so i put all the writing under the cut so you would have to see anything if you didnt want to. i am so sorry anon that you again had to go through something like this. its not easy and is so terrible and heartbreaking, my heart is with you in these tough times. if you need to maybe read this with somebody near by you, maybe a friend or adult if these trigger you. If you need to as well talk to someone pls do, call the hotline and talk with a trusted person. if yall dont have that you guys can whenever talk to me about whatever i am here for you 24/7 no matter what.

He touched you. You didn’t want it. It wasn’t love and it wasn’t normal. He didn’t listen to your cries; your screams; your protests. He didn’t leave you alone or move. He knew you didn’t want it, him, but yet he chose to keep touching you. 

You crouched by Bryce’s closet; sobbing into your hands. Your mascara dripping down your face and landing on your carpet. Your lips quivered as you replayed what happened moments before. 

You had gone to Bryce’s house to finish a project you had with him. You didn’t really know him so you were not worried. As you entered into his house you then started to have an unsettling feeling. He was alone and it was just you and him. 

“It okay y/n. I’ll take good care of you,” he would say to you. Feeding your expectations of him and lying to you. “This is normal. I know you want this.” He whispered into your ear as you tried to push him off. He was greedy and selfish not caring about you. Now you understood why Hannah killed herself. 

After Bryce took advantage of you he pushed you off like a piece of trash. Like you were an object instead of a person; a woman. Thoughts raced into your mind as you thought of the way his hands pinched and hurt your skin; leaving bruises littered all over your body. 

It was hard to stand up. You were shaking. You looked beyond the doorway and noticed he had left somewhere else. With everything that you had you sprinted to his window. Unlocking the hinges made a noise and you heard Bryce yell. 

“Hey what the f*ck are you doing?” He screamed as you heard his footsteps near you. 

With everything that you had you unlocked the window and opened it; jumping out. You ran down the street away from the monster. 

Bryce saw you leave. His eyes squinting as he licked his lips. Proud and satisfied with what he did to you. Drinking the last bit of alcohol he had in his cup. He had to make sure you didn’t say a word; that you kept your mouth shut. 

You ran like he was still behind you; never looking back until you reached home. Your parents were out of town for the week so you truly did feel alone. You locked your doors and fell into your bed; crying. You sobbed into your pillow. You felt the innocence drain out of you. Your trust in people disappear. 

“Why me?” You groaned as you felt sick to your stomach. The moments, the feeling, the words, smell, taste, everything never leaving you. It was as if it was engraved in your mind. You wish you could forget it; leave it. Dig it up somewhere far away. You remembered every second of it. 

You wanted to call Clay; your best friend but you were afraid as to what he would say. Afraid he would want to start a fight with Bryce. Maybe even afraid he wouldn’t believe you. You stared longingly at his number on your phone; wishing he was here with you. 

“Clay you haven’t seen y/n, right?” Jessica asked, lifting a piece of paper to show him that they have a science project to do together. “I haven’t seen her in like forever.”

Clay licked his lips. Trying to remember the last time he did see you. Its been a while. You hadn’t gone to school in about 3 days already and Clay was worried about you. “Yeah, you’re right. I haven’t seen y/n at all actually. Maybe she went with her parents.”

“Well I just wonder because we we’re supposed to go over this yesterday.”

“Maybe she’s not feeling good. I’ll pass by her house today.”

After school Clay got on his bike and rode off quickly to your house. A part of him felt at ease and another felt worried. What if something happened to you? He would not be able to live with himself knowing two of the most important people in his life had something bad happened to them. Hannah and now you.

“Y/n!” Clay said as he motioned over to your door. He rang the doorbell and waited. His feet tapping gently against the cement floor. “Y/n open up please!” 

He looked at his phone and noticed you never texted back all those texts he sent you. Concerned, he started knocking then knocking turned into pounding. “Y/n I said open the God d*amn door please!” Clay walked back and was about to run into the door but you opened it just in time. 

“Clay! What the f*ck?” You asked, surprised. You were wrapped up in your pajamas. Your face all gloomy looking and not kept up with. You looked like you hadn’t seen the sun in ages as your eyes squinted at the light. You looked like a mess. “What do you want?”

Clay thought it was odd that she was acting fine when he knew something was up. “I just, you didn’t come to school today or the other days and I just wanted to check up on you.”

“Well you did and I’m fine.” You tried closing the door but Clay stopped you, putting his hand out. 

“Y/n, whats really going on?”

You bit your nails as you looked down; trying not to cry. “I’m fine really. Now just leave me alone.”

“No, I’m not going to. Y/n you’re pretending. You’re pretending to be okay when you’re not. I know somethings up. You usually text me and you didn’t this time. You usually tell me everything and now you’re keeping sh*t away from me. What the f*ck is going on?”

“Its him okay!” You cried out, rubbing your forehead from the pain increasing there. “It was...him.”

“Who’s him?”

You looked left and right outside and brought Clay in by the sleeve. “Clay...Bryce...Bryce did stuff to me.”

Clay knitted his eyebrows and placed his hands on your arms. “What do you mean y/n? What did Bryce do?”

“He,” tears started to poor from your eyes. “He sexually assaulted me Clay. He did things to me that I didn’t want. I said no Clay. I said no.” You sobbed harder as Clay brought you to his chest. Your face pressed against his chest so you could hear his heart beat quicken. 

Clay’s face reddened as he became so angry. All he wanted was to protect you and now you were hurt. “I am so sorry y/n.” He was so irate that he couldn’t search for the words at the moment to help soothe you. He just let you cry into his chest as he patted your back. 

“Clay, he took that piece away from me. That piece of myself. I wanted to tell you this for a while but I like you Clay, a lot. You are a good guy, you’re kind and sweet and you’re always making sure I’m alright but now I can’t be with you. I’m wasted. I’m disgusting. I’ve been touched and I’m vile now. I’ve been spoiled. I’m a wasteful mess.” You fell onto your knees as you cried into your hands. 

Clay was so shocked. He never knew you felt that way about him. He also got on his knees and brought you onto his lap, rocking you as he embraced you. “You’re none of those things. This is not your fault, this is Bryce’s. He will pay for what he has done I will make sure of that. As for you, you are more than enough. I don’t deserve you. You are strong to have gone through this. You are powerful. You will achieve and make it on top. I am here for you y/n. I will make sure no one ever touches you again. You mean so much to me y/n. You are perfect in every way. I love you for the woman you have become. You are incredible. Don’t let him take control of you. You did not deserve this but you do deserve happiness and love. If you want me I am here for you.” Clay kissed your knuckles as he soothed you on the floor, tears dripping from his eyes as well. “You mean so much to me and so much to others in your life. Just know that. I’m here for you y/n, I am here for you.” 

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[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 239: We’re Fucked

Previously on BnHA: Actually it’s been two weeks, so I barely even remember. Let me just... take another... Ah, right. So Tomura brought it up a notch to Goth Level x20 and destroyed all of his Surplus Hands in a fit of independence, and Re-Destro was like “!!!” and then turned himself into a giant robot as a counter-flex. Meanwhile Gigantomachia continued to smash shit and also defeated Orange Leaf because lord knows Dabi was never actually going to get around to it. Compress called Ujiko and was all “hey can you please stop your guy because I’m afraid he’s going to smash us once he’s done smashing everything else,” but Ujiko was all, “listen if Shigaraki dies then he dies!!” But I’m pretty sure Shigaraki isn’t actually going to die. Re-Destro, though? He might be dead. Guess we’ll find out.

Today on BnHA: Nope, Re-Destro isn’t dead. So it goes like this: Tomura, who is now incredibly hot by the way, annihilates the entire fucking town leaving only bits of rubble, basically. Everyone is all, “LOOK AT THIS ARE YOU FUCKING SEEING THIS HOLY SHIT” and basically just watching in awe. Re-Destro chops off his own fucking feet so as not to be disintegrated himself, something which everyone is way too fucking calm about tbh. And in the aftermath Tomura stands there all “lol I won,” and RD is like, “yeah you sure did,” and I was expecting Tomura to be all “well anyways, [kill]” but instead RD is like, “HERE’S THE KEYS TO YOUR NEW ARMY” and Tomura is “HEY COOL” and SOMEHOW THIS IS SO MUCH BETTER AND WORSE ALL AT THE SAME TIME. Heh. Anyways where’s that comic with the dog in the house that’s on fire. That about sums it all up.

(All comments are my unspoiled reactions from my initial readthrough of the chapter. I did a quick edit for grammar and clarity immediately afterward, but aside from that there are no changes, and even that was a rush job since I was late in reading the chapter this week. I basically have not edited this at all lulz.)

sounds like someone is about to get the official Gigantomachia Seal of Approval at long last! sure did take this boy a while to get accredited, but he kept at it! there’s a lesson there, folks. if at first you don’t succeed, stop sleeping for two months and then power-hallucinate your way to success

so we’re opening with Hanabata and his van! I sure hope this mofo is about to die, because mofos need to start dying already. I’ve loved this arc and we’ve had some really great times, but I never did have much patience for this particular point of any given arc. side villains need to know when to die. respect for Kizuki, at least she had the right idea

on the other hand we are being gifted with some pretty fun panels, such as this

wah, his shoes. heh

oh my god

did he slam into the van when it hit the brakes to avoid Tomura’s Destruction Radius. ouch

so he’s narrating about how some crazy shit is going down over where Tomura is. and that “our story was at a standstill, but now...”

listen, that “but now” had better mean that you’re about to de-standstill and wrap things up

-- holy shit

I’m not -- Tomura, what!?! you’re hot?! is it just me?? am I fucking losing it?? what the fuck. can you seriously just cut off anyone’s fingers and they’ll magically grow 40x hotter!? somebody count Aizawa’s fingers for me

shit. this isn’t even my normal aesthetic! Tomura you’re crossing genre barriers here. I can’t speak for everyone, but I deeply suspect that you’re appealing very widely right now

the moral of this story is, eyeliner. that’s it. that’s the moral

in other news, Twice shouting “hang in there, Giran!” speaks for all of us, I think, and he had better get a medal for being VIP of this fucking arc. and Giran, it’s good to get some exercise

so who is this monologuing now?

is this a flashback to All for One? or RD getting all philosophical as the countdown inches ever closer to his doom?

like, this could seriously go either way here. huh. full disclosure, I’m doing my best to speedread here since this recap is late, so I’m not taking much time to think real deeply or try and process every little thing this week

now RD is going “guh!” and failing to get with the times

yeah dude, we established this already. Tomura is doing a lot of things he shouldn’t fucking be able to do. because he’s awakening. you’re the one who fucking said it just last chapter. quit being so damn shocked

lol now he’s thinking “if I can just get out of range...” ha, good luck. does he even have a fucking range now

omfg. you guys

being on the villains’ team for an arc is so much fun. so nice to be able to shamelessly appreciate the senseless destruction

okay, not quite as hot now. but from the right angle, though. damn

anyways. he cray. we get it lol

now he’s shouting “I’ll break you to pieces!” all gleefully and, like. destroying the entire town, it looks like. possibly

okay but seriously I think he really is. he really fucking is, you guys

I’m simultaneously grinning at how badass it is and thinking in the back of my mind about how our actual heroes are so!! fucked!! once this arc is over and done with sob

like, hey Tomura, what was your overall goal again? destroy the entire world? oh, yes, right. and what exactly is stopping you, again? literally nothing but a handful of sixteen-year-old heroes in training? whom I’m deeply attached to? yes, that’s surely going to end well

sobbbbbbbb

we’re so. goddamn. fucked

also, when did RD transform back into his little guy form? why do I suddenly almost feel sorry for him. well maybe not sorry so much as I feel pity. though once again, weekly reminder that he invited them himself, and they probably would never have clashed had he not decided to start shit for absolutely no fucking reason

let this be a lesson to all other villains! if you’re still thinking the League is an easy mark now that AFO is ~out of the picture~, let Overhaul and Re-Destro serve as examples of what happens when you underestimate the new boy in charge

and when I think of it that way, it makes me want to warn Tomura not to get too cocky and make the same fucking mistake. AFO and All Might may not have much in common, but one thing they do share is a knack for choosing worthy successors. though I still think that in AFO’s case, “placeholder” would be a more accurate word

anyway so where were we. -- oh yes

I wonder how many pages do we need of Tomura cheerfully decimating shit and RD watching in terror. this is a manga-only complaint though, just to be clear. in the anime? this shit is going to be fucking amazing. Tomura cackling maniacally while the world crumbles to pieces around him. metal af

by the way I love how RD has gone pants-only now that he’s back in his Bruce Banner form

I really shouldn’t be complaining that this chapter is going by so quickly, given that I’m trying to race through it, but literally the next two pages are just more of the same shit

town: destroyed. RD status: defeated and pants-only. plots advanced in the last three pages: none that I can actually see

oh shit. wait

what the -- holy --

okay lol. nevermind. here I thought that was Tomura’s foot on the previous page. and I didn’t notice RD’s feet had been chopped off on account of I thought the BLOODY STUMPS OF HIS FEET were his shoes, I guess. despite the manga establishing multiple times that he was only wearing pants. I only pointed it out specifically twice myself. wowwww

just. I’m running on four hours’ sleep here but feeling pretty all right considering, so I thought I was doing pretty good, but I GUESS NOT lol. one of these days I’ll learn that if a giant two-page spread appears to be a waste, it’s far more likely that I’ve just completely failed to see some very obvious thing of critical importance

anyways. ohhhhh yesssss

[raises hand] me! I know!! it was him calling you up out of the blue and being all “hey come here I want to start a whole battle”!!

heeeeeeeh

god I’m living for this. the brief swell of pity is gone as quickly as it arose lol. finish him off boiiiii

OH FOR FUCK’S --

DID YOU GUYS SOMEHOW FAIL TO GET THE MEMO. DID THE ENTIRE TOWN CRUMBLING APART NOT CLUE YOU IN THAT IT WAS TIME TO HEAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION

jesus. I would be impressed by their loyalty, except that none of them have given a fuck about the 100,000 hapless redshirts who’ve died fighting for them, so it seems pretty damn hypocritical for them to care so much about this one fucking guy. especially when his stupid plan singlehandedly destroyed everything your organization has spent their entire lives working for. in, like, an hour

anyway, Tomura is back to being hot again guys

motherfucker is fully aware of just how much everything is lining up his way right now. finally his childlike self-assuredness actually has some sort of basis in fact. you are exactly as badass as you think you are, sir. must be nice. you enjoy this; you deserve some nice things just this once before everything goes to shit again after this arc

holy shit, even Hanabata’s quirk is failing in the wake of that see-you-in-hell grin

I’m telling you dude, you should have been driving the other way. not that there’s any point now. enjoy your final seconds on this earth

LOL

“meaningless casualties” lmao that is the most pompous variation on “DON’T YOU GET IT, WE’RE ABOUT TO FUCKING DIE” I’ve ever heard

wow, so wait, is RD trying to beg for their lives now??

that’s a surprisingly classy move. unfortunately I’m fairly sure Tomura is going to show you exactly as much mercy as you were prepared to show him just a few minutes earlier. well maybe a little more mercy, since you were going to take your sweet time and he’ll probably end things quickly in comparison

anyway so now RD is having an internal dialogue with his dead great-grandpa about how Tomura turned out to be the living embodiment of everything they were fighting for

and actually, he’s not wrong when you think about it. which just goes to show you how deeply flawed their philosophy really was. there’s a hugely important distinction between “freedom to be who you are” and “freedom to do whatever the fuck you want, including hurting and oppressing others”

anyway, so in the end he didn’t ask for mercy. “I picked a fight with you and lost. if you mean to kill me, then get it over with.” well I guess that is still classy in its own way though

also, Machia is staring at Tomura and seeing this

which is an awesome visual, and I love that Horikoshi went with that instead of more internal monologuing. nothing else even needs to be said

-- !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HOLY SHIT

SDFSLDKJFLJS HOLY SHIT

yooooooooooo. oh shit

I did not see that coming. should have, probably. there was a lot of buildup to it in hindsight. Tomura and the gang started out the arc flat-out broke, and now at the end of things they acquire a company with precisely the resources they need. manpower, cash, and technological innovations. oh shit. oh shit

oh my god the look on Ujiko’s face. this worked out better than he ever could have hoped

pausing it here because I did in fact laugh and I love it. [pats]

this boy has a 5/5 intelligence score in the character databook. he’s a genius. nothing gets past him. his reflexes are too fast

aaaaaand that’s the end of the chapter. well, then. to reiterate: we are well and truly fucked y’all

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[ciarawritesmarvel]

Close to Home [2/4] - Detective!AU

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Again, language, a scene in a hospital, some arguing angst but I’ll tie it all up in a big fluffy bow, I promise :)

A/N: Here we are already, chapter two, half way through! Thank you so much for your kind words, especially after such a break between posts, I was half expecting nobody to even read it! You’re all the bestest and I love you lots and lots. I’m going through some super stressful life decisions at the moment and writing for you guys has been a somewhat salvation! As before, this is for the beautiful Layla’s (@wxntersoldiers) 5k Challenge!

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When you next woke, you were in a hospital bed, in a disgusting hospital gown that instantly gave you a million itches to scratch. You then noticed one hand was warm and clammy and you slowly turned your head towards it, trying to ignore the stiff neck muscles that told you not to.

Steve was in the chair next to your bed, both hands holding one of yours, head resting on the join of your hands. Explains the temperature. His hair was unkempt and body was hunched over and you knew without seeing his face that he’d been crying. He only ran his hands through his hair enough to do that to it when he cried.

You tried to squeeze his hand to let him know you were awake, but he was holding it so tightly that you couldn’t actually feel it properly anymore, so that wasn’t an option. You attempted to lift your other arm instead, intending to run it through his hair gently to rouse him but as soon as you moved your left arm just an inch, you cried out in pain and Steve jolted upwards.

Well that was one way to get his attention.

“You’re awake! Jesus, Y/N, don’t move your arm, you got shot for fuck’s sake.”

You turned your attention to the left arm in question and saw the bandages around your upper arm. You gently rested it back against the bed with a wince and turned back to your husband again with a sigh.

“Yeah, I forgot about that part.”

He scoffed lightly at you, and you took the opportunity to snake your hand out of his vice like grip, flex your fingers a few times to reawaken the muscles and then placed your hand on his cheek. It was only slightly damp, and the tear tracks were still prominent, eyes bloodshot just enough that you would notice but nobody else would. He leaned into your touch and placed his own hand atop yours that was so gentle on his face.

“Are you okay?”

“Don’t do that shit,” he said suddenly, a bite of anger in his tone, “Asking me if I’m alright to deflect from this. You got shot, Y/N.”

You didn’t rise to his bait. You knew how worried Steve was in general, so you couldn’t imagine what the last few hours must’ve been like for him. He deserved leniency.

“Saying I got shot again and again isn’t going to change anything, Steve. What do you want me to say?”

“Oh I don’t know maybe, ‘My gunshot wound really hurts.’ or  ‘This sucks.’ or ‘Man, I wish I hadn’t just been shot in the arm.’ Any of those would be fine.”

His voice cracked on his last impression of you and you smiled at him sadly. You chose your next words carefully, knowing they could either calm your husband down or send him into a meltdown.

“This sucks. Man, I wish I hadn’t just been shot in the arm,” you said sincerely, receiving just an upward curl at the corners of Steve’s lips, “But I’m okay, baby. I’m okay.”

Steve paused. Searched your face. Then he nodded and his lip quivered slightly.

“You’ve never been shot before, I didn’t-” he took a shaky inhale, “I didn’t know what to do.”

“I’m pretty sure I would have been wailing like a newborn baby if you’d been shot, so I’d say you coped well,” you said jokingly, letting your hand slip from his face and back down onto the bed, still tangled up with his.

“Does it hurt?”

“Does what hurt? My gunshot wound? You’re asking if my gunshot wound hurts?”

“Okay, yeah, stupid question,” he muttered lowly, and you chuckled at him before you seemed to suddenly realise something and you whined aloud, “What is it?”

“I’m gonna be on desk duty! Desk duty is shit!”

“Desk duty is also safe, Y/N, so I’m sorry, but I’m glad you’re on desk duty, just this once,” he said, all cocky and suave and you rolled your eyes at him.

“Fine,” you conceded, patting the pillow beside you and smiling as he scooted closer and rested his head on the pillow, forehead pressed to yours, two sets of eyes closing in blissful relief, “But you’re bringing me my coffee.”

A squeeze of a hand. A kiss pressed to the corner of your mouth.

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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You stormed through the halls of the precinct with a scowl on your face and a fire in the eyes that had the crowds parting to let you through. Your memory of the standoff on the roof had been a little hazy, but now, two days later, you’d remembered something about it that had your pace quick and your face set in stone.

“Lieutenant Rogers.”

At the sound of your voice, Steve’s head snapped upwards from his laptop and he gave you a lazy smile.

“Y/N, we’ve been married-”

Just as he was about to repeat your words back to you from when he had addressed you so formally, you cut him off with an icy tone.

“Cut the bullshit. Can we talk in the break room, please,” at Steve’s bewildered look, you huffed indignantly, “Now!”

A couple of heads turned at your raised voice and you hurried off into the break room, knowing that a certain somebody wouldn’t be far behind.

“So much for being professional…” Steve muttered as he walked into the break room and closed the door softly behind you, but you ignored the snide comment and whirled to face him, finger raised in an accusatory point.

“Why didn’t you listen to me?”

A pause.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, you’re going to have to be more specific.”

“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me. This is a work conversation. We will behave like colleagues!” you were saying all this in a manner that certainly wasn’t workplace friendly and Steve raised an eyebrow that told you so. You sighed and took a deep breath. When you spoke again, your voice was level, but still had that cold undertone you couldn’t quite shake, “Lieutenant Rogers, I gave you an order as the lead officer on the case of The Suit and you decided you weren’t going to follow it. I would like an explanation.”

Steve was looking at you like you’d just grown a second head.

“You’d just been shot, Y/N! What, you wanted me to go running down the fire escape and leave you to bleed out on the roof?”

“I was shot in the arm, Steve, not the chest. You could have gone after him, or told officers on the radio to corner him at the bottom of the fire escape at least. But you didn’t, because you let your emotions get the best of you.”

The look in his eyes seemed to change, and all at once, you knew this had become a serious argument for him. You glowered at him. It couldn’t be helped. This was serious.

“You know what? You’re right. I did let my emotions get the best of me, because I just watched a man shoot my fucking wife-” he noticed his voice had become louder again and stopped himself, looking up at the ceiling to collect him self as you crossed your arms over your chest and stared him down, the slightest incling of guilt creeping into the back of your mind, “If I have to watch you get shot again, then I will do the same thing. I would ignore the order of the Commissioner if it was anything other than running over to you. Are we clear?”

“No,” you rebuked harshly, “We’re not. When a lead officer gives you an order, you are to follow it. Otherwise, I’ll write you up.”

Steve laughed at you a little, the sound empty and hollow and nothing like the sound that you loved so much.

“Please, Lieutenant Rogers, be my guest.”

He shook his head as he turned to walk out of the break room and you realised he was slipping away. Panic set in.

‘Steve!”

You practically shouted his name and your voice was crackled and just a little broken, enough to make Steve stop in his tracks and turn to face you. His face softened a little when he saw the tears in your eyes.

“Steve, I-” you took a deep breath in an attempt to speak properly, “It’s my fault. It’s my fault that we let him get away, because I just fucking stood there and let him shoot me and then you came over and I needed you to go and chase him because otherwise it was all- all-”

You couldn’t get the words out as you covered your mouth with your good hand and tried to stifle the sobs. Your eyes were screwed shut and the tears were squeezing their way out and down your cheeks, though you desperately tried to wipe them away as soon as they came.

All of Steve’s previous anger dissipated as he realised the reason for yours. You blamed yourself. He’d seen you like this before, after failed missions, reliving the moment over and over and placing all the blame at your own feet even when it had nothing to do with you. But never like this. He couldn’t imagine how hard it must be to relive the moment you were shot over and over and feel as if somehow, in doing so, you’d let everyone down.

And he knew now, that the reason you didn’t want him to stay with you is because you saw yourself as a burden. That if he didn’t love you, he would’ve gone after him. That you’d held him back, ruined the investigation’s only opportunity. His face fell.

His arms had engulfed you in a few short strides and you welcomed the embrace, sobbing into his chest with gusto. Minutes came and went, with soothing words whispered and gentle patterns traced onto skin and tears soaking into shirts.

“It’s not your fault.”

“But-”

“No,” he affirmed, “It’s not your fault. And you’re not going to believe me now, but in a few weeks when that screaming in your head lowers it’s voice to a whimper, you remember then that it was not your fault.”

You reared back from the warmth and safety of his chest and looked up at his face, the sincerity held in his eyes, the love painted heavily on his features.

“You’re sure?”

“Sweetheart- can I ‘sweetheart’ you now?” he asked cheekily and you hit his chest in retaliation, causing him to laugh, the one that you loved so dearly this time, “Sweetheart, the son of a bitch shot you. How is that your fault?”

“I should’ve done something-”

“Like what? Some Matrix-style dodging?”

You snorted. He had a point.

“Okay,” you finally said softly, allowing yourself to at least believe what he was saying for now. You knew he was right, and that it would take you longer than it would most to realise it hadn’t been your fault, since you had always been too hard on yourself, but you could stop constantly beating yourself up about it now.

“Good.”

“I love you,” you said happily, hands still resting on his chest, and then added, with a teasing grin, “So much. I’m glad he shot me instead of you.”

“I swear to god, Y/N-”

“I’m joking,” you laughed, leaning in and kissing him just quickly, just because you could. He shook his head fondly when you pulled away again and let you go, wiping your face of any remaining tears one last time, “Back to work?”

“Back to work.”

As you both eased out of the breakroom as quietly as you could, you noticed a few glances in your direction and felt a heat at the back of your neck at the thought of everyone hearing your loud argument. Or, worse, your loud sobbing.

Steve returned to his desk near the Captain’s office and you made your way to yours at the other end near the elevator. On your way, however, you had the misfortune of seeing the one person you wanted to talk to least right at that moment.

Carl.

You walked past him as quickly as you could, but heard footsteps rounding the desk to follow you and cast your eyes upwards. Could you catch a break?

“If it’s any consolation, Y/N, I completely agree with you, Steve really should have gone after that stupid Suit guy. Now we still have no idea who he is and what he wants.”

You stopped in your tracks and turned on your heel. He’d walked far closer behind you than he’d realised and you fought back a grin as he stumbled backwards to compensate.

“Detective Peterson. Please refrain from discussing a case that you are not a part of,” you said curtly and then, quieter so that only he could hear, “And please refrain from ever badmouthing my husband again. Got it?”

You didn’t wait for his reply before you turned back around and sat down at your desk, logging into your laptop and refusing to look back up at Carl. He was insufferable. After a few moments, you did risk a look at Steve, however, and found him staring at you, looking somewhat smug and...something else? Was that a spark of lust?

You chuckled lightly at him, sent him a mini wave and got on with your paperwork. Couldn’t let him distract you like you did so many times in the academy.

So. Many. Times.

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[shawnpetermuffins]

I Miss You

A/n: I hope this is good because I put this off for so long wanting to do it justice. And this is based very loosely off I Miss you.

Summary: you two broke up recently, and it's not sitting well with Shawn, even though he's the reason you broke up.

Requested by @it-isnt-in-myy-blood: Hi, I recently listened to the song 'I Miss you' (Clean Bandit, Julia Michaels). Maybe you could write a fic based on the song, angsty but with a fluff ending? Thank you... ❤️

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I shut my phone off and toss it to the end of the bed. I should have been with her on that trip, but tour got in the way. I got in the way. It's crazy to think that if you asked me three weeks ago, I would have said that my girlfriend and I could overcome any obstacle thrown at us. But ask me again a week later, and I would tell you I was wrong. That being away from her for months at a time was too much for me and I broke it off because I thought it would be what was best for both of us in the end.

Now ask me if I still believe that.

I don't.

I haven't told anyone about us yet. I mean, everyone probably suspects because there haven't been Amy preshow FaceTime calls for good luck, and I'm not texting like a madman during dinner or when we're on our way to the venues. And I know she hasn't said anything to anyone either. How? Because for one, she hasn't blocked me on any social media - I know, I've checked at least ten times just within the last two hours. And two, she hasn't deleted the three pictures of us that she has on her Instagram. They're still there for everyone to see, me included.

Now my fingers are hovering over the keyboard and I'm staring at her name on my phone which is still My Love 😍, and I'll probably never change it. Because she is my love, and to strip her of that title because I'm an idiot just isn't fair.

Hey... I miss you

I type and backspace and type and backspace at least ten times. Because I want to text her. I want so badly to text her, but what if she doesn't want to hear from me? I wouldn't blame her if she didn't want to. I was the worst. Breaking up with her over the phone, no less because I was hurting being away from her. Never once did it occur to me that, yeah, she was hurting too. Or maybe she's with someone else. Maybe she's found somebody new. I want her happy, sure. But I selfishly still want to be the one that makes her happy.

Y/n I miss you.

I delete it one last time and open my photo gallery. I have an album saved for photos of us. Photos that I never got to post because she wanted to keep us as private as possible without being a secret. Which is why both of us only have 3 photos of each other on our Instagram. One for our six months, a year, and a year and a half. Two more months and we would have had a fourth picture.

I'm swiping through the photos landing on one I took of her when we were flying back to Canada after our first trip together. We're on a private jet because this was before we went public with our relationship. Andrew made sure that we weren't seen together in the airport or anything. She's sitting in the seat across the aisle from me, legs up to her chest, earphones in, head resting on her knees as she smiles brightly at me. There's another one of us curled up together on this tiny chair in a green room in the UK that Andrew sent me. She's literally curled into a ball on my lap, sleeping peacefully and my legs are spread in front of me, arms wrapped tightly around her body, head resting against the back of the seat.

The next one Brian took. We were at my place for a very impromptu new years party. It was just gonna be me and y/n, but she insisted we invite the guys over. And we did. It was one of the best nights of my life. We're watching the ball drop, with her in my lap, arm around my shoulder. I have one arm behind her back, the other on her thigh. I think Brian knew something was going to happen because at ten seconds to midnight he pulled his phone out and captured out first new years kiss. She's holding my face and I'm practically leaning her back against the couch. It looks like I'm seconds away from crawling on top of her, and it be honest, I probably was. She's just too perfect for me to resist.

Then there's one that Josiah took of us just a few months ago at the studio house. I had y/n on the kitchen counter, she was in these jean shorts that I loved her in and a button up that she'd stolen from my suitcase. Not that I was complaining. It looked far better on her than it did on me. I stood between her legs, my hands on her sides, slipping under the shirt a little bit, leaning her hips exposed. Not that either of u cared with her fingers threaded in my hair as casually as they were. My face is blocked by her figure, but there isn't a doubt in my mind that I was smiling entirely too wide standing between her legs.

The video that follows knocks the breath out of me. She giggling like crazy, but the camera isn't on her, it's on me. On my back, more specifically. She laughs even more when I wince at the feel of her fingers on my red, raw skin that is now home of her fingernail scratches.

"Baby? What happened to your back?" She asked, amused.

"Don't know," I said, turning to face her, my cheeks still holding a slight blush. "But I think the real question is, what happened to your neck, missy?" I pluck the phone from her hands and turn the camera to her where she's trying to cover her face. I manage, however, to take her hands in my free one and the camera focuses on the flourishing bruises that litter her beautiful neck, my favorite place to rest my head.

I close my eyes, the memory of that night filling my mind. Watching her come down from her high, my face still buried between her legs. The weight and cold touch of her hands as she pulled me up to her, into her, because she needed me closer. I can hear myself murmuring the words 'I love you' all over her skin, still remember the way her back arched when I hit the right spot again and again and her finger ran down my back over and over, once more and she probably would have drawn blood. And I may not be home, but I can smell her on the sheets, that constant aroma of warm vanilla penetrating my nostrils. God, do I miss her.

I'm only making it worse for myself by doing this, I know that. But I should feel bad. I lost the greatest thing in my life and I didn't need to. So I got back to our messages, but instead of going to type a new one, I scroll through, reading through our old texts. There's countless paragraphs of us professing our love for each other. Lots of random pictures sent, most from my side. There's conversations about getting a home together, and a dog. And her telling me how much she loves my family and me telling her how much they love her, how much they ask about her. It's all hitting me too hard right now.

And it doesn't help that im literally sobbing at 2 in the morning, in Paris. The city of love. The place she told me was her favorite trip to ever take with me. Where we stood atop the eiffle tower and I gave her a promise ring, a ring that said I would love her and keep her forever. A promise ring that was now probably in the ocean in Cabo because I tore us apart so easily.

I sit up suddenly, struggling to catch my breath. It takes a few minutes, but I'm able to pull myself out of this empty bed that would only be comfortable with y/n laying next to me. I'm scrambling through the room, picking up the pair of jeans I threw off my body earlier and slipping back into them. I find a torn work out shirt in the bottom of my back and push my head and arms through before throwing my youth hoodie over my already overheated upper body. My passport is sitting in my guitar case, and I grab both things without a second thought. My suitcase trailing behind me.

It's difficult booking a flight and carrying a suitcase and guitar all at once, but I get along just well enough and adjust myself in the lobby while I wait for a taxi. I don't text Andrew until I've made it to the airport and am in my seat on the plane, ready for take off.

Emergency... had to fly home. Promise to make it back in time for the Paris show.

And I turn my phone off before he can text or call me back. Because there isn't a damn thing that he could say that would keep me there in a city that's meant for lovers, when my lover is across the world instead of laying in my arms the way she should be.

I know I shouldn't be doing this. I know there is someone out there who is better for her. Someone who isn't constantly on the move. Someone who can come home to her every night and help her make dinner. Someone who can cuddle her until she falls asleep when she's having a particularly bad day. I know there's someone who can do those things.

But I also know that he won't love her the way I do. He won't know all the little things that I do. Like how she only uses a blue toothbrush. Always has. And he won't notice the tiny scar that she has on her right middle finger from when we tried to make dinner together one night and she cut herself. He probably won't know that she wakes up at 3:34 every single night, because she hasn't been able to sleep fully and soundly through the night since she was four years old. And he'll mess up the way she likes her tea, using tea bags instead of leaves. (She like the herbal taste that you get when you use the leaves. And she likes when you do two scoops of them, and two scoops of sugar, but just cane sugar, the rock sugar makes it too earthy. And of course, she drinks it on ice because she hates burning her tongue with hot drinks.)

I'm thinking way too much as I get off the plane, reluctantly turning my phone back on only to see texts from just about everyone I know. They're all asking where I am, but I ignore them, because what I'm about to do is far more important than anything they threaten me with. I have to make things right.

Standing in front of this door that I've stood in front of hundreds of times should make me feel at ease. Remembering all the times I had her pressed against the other side of the door because I just couldn't wait to have her all to myself. But if anything, it's making me more nervous. So nervous that my hands are shaking, palms sweating, my breathing is jagged and I know if I don't knock right now I might never get the chance again and I can't lose her for real this time. So without giving myself the chance to rethink, I knock on the door three times and I wait, handing in the pocket of my hoodie.

I wait a solid thirty seconds, which feel like an eternity, before the door finally opens and I see my beautiful girl. Her face is bare, hair only halfway straightened, and she's in those shorts I love and my old Led Zepplin t-shirt.

"Shawn," my name still sounds like heaven spilling from her lips. "What are you doing here?" She crosses and then uncrosses her arms, shifting her weight from one leg to the other before standing completely straight.

I didn't even realize I was crying until I sniffled and heard my voice crack with just three words, "I miss you."

"Shawn," she shook her head.

"I tried not to," I insisted, still standing like a fool on her door step. "I swear I did. But I couldn't stop. I looked through all our pictures and texts, and I couldn't stop myself from missing you. And I know I have no right to because I broke things off. But I was in Paris and I was miserable because Paris was your favorite place, and that was where I promised to love you forever, and I'm still keeping that promise. I was an idiot," I continue to ramble. "If there's a better word for that, then I'm that too, because I thought it would be easier if I broke things off. This tour was going to be so long and to go that long without each other, I was scared that it wouldn't be enough for you. But it's not what I wanted, y/n. It's not, and I just-"

"Shawn, stop."

I shut my mouth instantly, ready for her to tell me to leave. But what she does instead throws me completely off guard. She pulls me into the apartment and wraps her arms around my neck, burying her head deep in my chest.

"I miss you, too." She mumbles and I exhale slowly, only to inhale that scent that I love so much. The scent that is naturally her. She starts to pull away, and even though I don't want her to, I let her but she only leans back enough to take my face in her hands and before I even have time to blink, her soft lips are on mine and I'm whole again.

She's mine again and I'm never letting her go.

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[lovemychoices]

Before there was you

TRR X ROE

Chapter 1 - Today will be different.

Three years ago while travelling in Europe, Eve Sommers was involved in a car accident. She woke up from her coma two weeks later with no memory of what happened to her in the past seven months. Three years later and still no recollection about what happened to her before the accident. But all of that is about to change. Will she finally know the truth? Will there be consequences?

*THIS SERIES PRACTICALLY THROWS CANON OUT THE WINDOW* YEET! YEET!

Characters except my OCs belong to Pixelberry, I am just borrowing them.

Word count : 1958

Chapter Summary: Eve meets a handsome stranger at her gallery.

A/N : This is my first fiction series so it will definitely be 100% not perfect. In other words be kind :)Big thanks to @thecordoniandiaries @ao719 @leelee10898 & @annekebbphotography for the encouragement they gave me to start this series and also for being patient with my ramblings. 😂

I apologise for any grammatical error. If you like what you read Don’t forget to reblog 😉Comments and feedbacks are always helpful. If you think this series is your cup of tea and want to be tagged do let me know.

Warning : I’m rating this PG18 cause there will probably be PG18 stuff that’s going to happen in future chapters. So if you read this series you acknowledge that you are 18 and above.

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She felt the cold breeze pierce through her spine as she walks barefoot along the dark highway. Feeling lost and all alone walking aimlessly into nowhere when she hears it.

“Come back to me my love” a voice calls out from a far.

“Hello?” Eve answers as she tries to walk in the darkness.

“Come back to me my love.” The voice calls out again.

She tries to follow the voice but every time she thinks she’s getting close it goes further away. Finally, after walking for what feels like forever, she notices a light at the end of the road she gets closer and in front of her, a white door stands to block her way to the other side. Her hands reach out and try to open the door but before she could touch the doorknob.

Beep beep beep beep… The sound of the alarm clock goes off. Eve reaches for the bedside table her eyes still shut as her right-hand searches for the off button. She finally manages to turn off the annoying sound and opens her eyes. “Today will be different.” she murmurs to herself as she glanced up to the ceiling. She heaves a low sigh and slowly gets out of bed to prepare for a new day.

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September in New York was always pleasant the way the autumn breeze felt as it touches your skin the sight of the beautifully colored leaves that had turned over the season. Eve admires the beautiful changes in nature as she walks through Central Park towards her art gallery.

The art gallery which used to belong to her mother, when she passed her father wanted to sell the business but she refused to let him. It was after all where she spent most of her childhood, running through the halls of the gallery or admiring the stories her mother would tell her about each painting. She had only been studying for two semesters in med school when she decided to quit so she could take over and continue her mother's business.

Eve feels her phone buzzing and reaches in her bag to answer it.

“Hello?” She answers while she continues to walk.

“Eve Sommers, Denise, I hope I’m not bothering you at the moment?” The woman asks.

Eve stops for a moment with one hand in her coat pocket while the other is holding her phone. “No, I was just on my way to the art gallery. I assume you’re calling about the art pieces I emailed you a week ago?”

“Did your boss like any of them?”

“Yes he does, in fact he wants to purchase two of your paintings.”

Eve arches her eyebrows.“Really only the ones I painted? What about the painting with the Dancing clouds or The Pink Elephant by the other artists, they are absolutely amazing and would go well with your bosses collection.”

“No..No he wasn’t interested in the rest he made it clear. He just wants the ones you painted, he is a big fan of your work.” Denise answers.

“Oh well, tell your boss I’m flattered and grateful and when he has the time he should stop by the gallery so I can thank him personally.” Eve grins.

“Alright, have your assistant ready the paintings I’ll have someone pick them up tomorrow afternoon. Tata.” Denise says and quickly hangs up the phone before Eve can reply any further.

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Eve finally reaches her gallery, she opens the door and is greeted by her assistant Mila at the entrance. “Morning boss, here is your pumpkin spice latte extra spice just the way you like it.” Mila smiles as she hands her drink.

“Thank you Mila, did I ever mention you’re the best assistant I ever had?” Eve grins and gives a playful wink.

“I’m the only assistant you ever had and yes you have multiple times.” Mila chuckles.

“Well best assistant ever, I’ll need your help to pack two of my paintings, Denise just called her boss wants to purchase both of them.” Eve informs Mila then takes a sip of her pumpkin spice.

“Really? That’s like the sixth painting her boss bought this year. Looks like somebody’s has an admirer.” Mila waggles her eyebrows at Hope. “I hope he is not some creepy old rich guy who walks around his penthouse in a robe and bunny slippers, cause that would be you know.. creepy.”

”I’m sorry, do i pay you to assist me with the gallery or with my love life?” Eve jokes, her eyes wandered over the back of her assistant towards the right side of the gallery. She noticed a tall handsome stranger admiring one of her paintings.

“Mila who’s the guy over there at the back?” Eve asks with a soft smile.

Mila turns her head slightly to where the man is standing. “Oh him, just some European guy.. He has one of those accents..really sexy.” Mila replies “Hey boss maybe you should introduce yourself, you know for business purposes.” She suggests air quoting the words business purposes followed with a mischievous grin.

Mila was always trying to get her to go on dates, not that she has been on any since she took over the gallery. But maybe Mila was right she should introduce herself. She shakes her head lightly and hands her latte to her assistant before heading towards the handsome Stranger.

“Like what you see?” She asks the with a soft smile as she approaches him, her hands clasped behind her back. The man looks at her and smiles. whoa! he’s really cute she thought to herself. Compose yourself Eve this could be a potentially client.

“Like would be an understatement, this work is impressive the contrast the details the meaning behind it all.”

”Oh? And what do you think the artist was trying to express when they painted it?” She inquires as she toyed with a lock of her hair. What the heck am I doing twirling my hair like some love struck teenagers talking to her crush. Quickly letting go of her hair.

He looks at her for a moment then back to the painting. His brows furrowed while rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “Longing perhaps for love for happiness for freedom? It all depends on the person's point of view but it all comes down to the same thing.. or maybe I’m just miss reading the whole thing.”

Hope raised an eyebrow at his answer handsome and smart. She thought to herself

“No.. I can tell you that is exactly what the painter was trying to express when she painted that masterpiece.” She grins unconsciously twirling a lock of her hair again. The two started talking about their love for art and their favourite pieces so far not realising the time.

“Where are my manners, I’m Liam.” Holding out his hand with a soft smile. Eve smiles back and shakes his hand. “Evelyn Sommers but you can call me Eve.”

Liam’s eyes go wide open “you mean Eve as in the name on that painting?”

“The very same..” she grins

“We’ve been talking for an hour, why didn’t you say anything?”

“I wanted an honest opinion, it’s better when the viewer doesn’t know who the painter is.” She winks.

Liam chuckles. “Well Eve, you just found yourself a new admirer. I’d like to purchase this painting if it’s still available?”

“Ah, sorry Liam but this painting already has a buyer. But I could show you the other paintings that are still available, give you the whole tour of the gallery.”

Before he could answer his phone buzzes, he reaches for his pocket an sees a text message from one of his friends.

Where are you? We’ve been waiting for an hour.

A frown forms on his face when he realises he has to go. “Something wrong?” Eve asks. “No, just that I’m going to have to take a raincheck on that tour. I had so much fun talking to you I completely forgot I had other plans.”

“It’s alright, maybe some other time.” Eve replies and reaches for her purse taking out a business card and offering it to Liam. “Here’s my business card, call me anytime if you have a specific art piece you would like to acquire or you know if you want to grab a cup of coffee and just talk.”

Liam grins taking the card from her hand. “Thank you, I had an amazing time talking to you Eve. Maybe we’ll see each other again soon.”

***

Back home that night Eve sat on the couch eating a tub of ice cream, sobbing as she rewatched the notebook. She can’t remember how many times she has watched the movie but everytime she does it never fails to make her tear up.

“Oh Noah you sweet cinnamon roll.” She sobbed wiping her tears away with a piece of tissue.

She hears the sound of keys chiming and looks at the front door, it opens and in comes her best friend and housemate Ruby. Ruby shuts the door behind her, dragging her feet as she enters the apartment finally throwing herself on the couch as soon as she’s near enough.

“Rough day?” Eve asks arching her eyebrows

“The usual… I keep telling myself one more year of med school. Then I can do my residency.”

“Would ice cream help cheer you up?” Eve grins offering to share her ice cream. “It’s Ben and Jerrys.”

Ruby grins and takes a seat next to Eve.

“Are we watching the notebook again?”

“I can’t help it I’m a hopeless romantic.”

“A hopeless romantic who hasn’t been in a relationship or on a date in a long time.” She rolls her eyes.

“Hey! I’ve been on dates, it’s not my fault I didn’t find any of them interesting. And don’t you have better things to do then worry about my love life? Like.. I don’t know..where you plan on doing your residency after next year?”

“Eh.. I was thinking of applying for residency at Edenbrook, I heard the doctors and staff there are hot.” She grins and waggles her eyebrows

Eve just shakes her head while trying to contain a laugh.

“All jokes aside it would be nice to have a change of scenery.. New York was starting to get a little too dull for me… I’m sure you can manage without me.” Ruby said and licks the remaining ice cream off her spoon.

“Oh I have no doubt, but I’ll also be missing my bestie.” Eve winks.

They hug each other then continue to watch the movie in silence while enjoying their ice cream. A few minutes later Ruby decides to break the silence. “Sooo… Mila told me you met someone today and the two of you had quite the chat..”

“Damn it Mila.” Eve muttered ”you know sometimes I wonder where her loyalties lie.”

Ruby chuckles. “Enough stalling I.Want.details!” She demanded.

“There’s really nothing much to tell, we only talked for like an hour. He really knows a lot about art and he had the most gorgeous blue eyes —“

“Oh oh…Someone has a crush...” Ruby playfully teases. “Blue eyes were always your Kryptonite.”

Eve grabs the plush pillows beside her and flings it at Ruby's face, making her fall back on the couch. They both giggle when suddenly Eve’s phone starts ringing, she checks to see who could be calling. The phone shows an unknown number, must be Denise she thinks.

“Hello?” She answers. “Hello Eve, Liam, we had a talk this morning at your Gallery? Sorry to bother you at this hour but I—”

Eve quickly closes the mic of her phone with her hand and turns to Ruby whispering. “Omg, it’s the cute European guy from the art gallery.”

Ruby's eyes go wide in excitement. “What does he want?”she whispers back smiling.

“Hello Eve are you there?”

“Hello, yes, sorry Liam bad connection.” She answers putting the phone on speaker. “So… what’s up?”

Liam chuckles. “Actually, me and a few of my friends were just heading out to get something to eat. I was wondering, if I’m not being too forward if you would like to join us? I mean that is if you’re not doing anything tonight?”

“Omg say yes!” Ruby mouthed.

“Um.. I would love to just text me the address.” Eve grins. ”I’ll see you in an hour.”

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[the-walking-memelords]

Allegiances: Chapter 4

Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 5

Series is rated M

Word Count: 2178

The group tries to recover in the wake of the previous night's revelation and the early morning's meeting.

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The ten of them gathered in the library the next morning. Shelves of mold ridden books lined the room. The group gathered at the center table, tension filling the air as Violet started the meeting.

“Okay. We all know why we’re here.” Dark circles hung under the pale girl’s eyes. It was clear that no sleep came to her last night.

“Marlon is a lying bastard and a murderer. Even if he didn’t kill Minnie and Sophie himself, he sent them away to be as good as dead.”

“He has to go.”

“You can’t really mean that, Vi.” Louis pleaded.

“He’ll die out there!”

“I don’t give a shit.” She slammed her fist against the desk.

“Sending him out there on his own is more of a mercy than he showed the twins. You can’t actually say you still trust him after what he did.”

“It could have been me, Lou.”

“I-I know, Vi, I know.” Louis bit down on his bottom lip. Clementine tried to read what his decision would be. Though the way he scrunched his face told her he wasn’t sure himself.

“It’s not like he wanted to give them up! We were cornered! Those bastards could have taken us all if they wanted!” Brody pleaded with the blonde, who showed no mercy.

“Bold talk from someone who’s on thin fucking ice herself.” She spat.

“Pretty curious he didn’t give you up, too. Any reason for that? Why would he risk keeping someone who might -and did- tell on him?”

Brody dug her nails into her arms.

“Do you think he regrets it?”

“Back off, Vi. You had your say.” Mitch chewed the nail on his thumb.

“Let’s just calm down for a second, everyone.” Ruby stepped in.

“We all say our piece, then we vote.”

“You know where I stand.” Violet stepped back.

“Tennesee.” Ruby spoke softly.

“Your vote probably counts the most. So, what do you think.”

All eyes were on the nervous child.

“I…” He began.

“I think Marlon should stay.”

“Tenn.”

“No, Vi. You don’t get it.” He looked at her.

“He didn’t do it to hurt them. It was a problem with no right answer. Marlon thought that he was at least saving somebody.”

Violet looked at him in shock.

“The fact that he lied about it was bad, but… he thought he was protecting us.”

“Marlon should have given himself up.” Clementine spoke up, directing the attention to her.

“That’s what a real leader would have done. Sophie and Minerva had family here they needed to come home to. They were the ones who needed to be protected the most.”

Tennessee fell silent for a moment.

“He stays, that's my vote.”

“Alright, Tenn.” Ruby said

“I also think Marlon should stay.” Tenn smiled at her.

“We all know he ain’t a bad person at heart, just… maybe he shouldn’t be callin’ the shots anymore.”

“I agree.” Aasim sided with Ruby.

“I’m tired of this Safe Zone thing cutting into our food supply.”

“I think so too.” Omar agreed.

“It would be nice getting to cook an actual meal for you guys instead of the scraps the hunting grounds produce. He stays, but he ain’t in charge.”

Mitch was the next to speak up.

“He tried to kill Brody and Clem. I don’t think we can trust him anymore. He goes.”

“I’m with Mitch.” was all Willy had to say.

Brody continued to hold her arms tightly crossed.

“Marlon should stay. I’ve made up my mind.” The look in her eyes caused no one to challenge her.

“I guess you’re up next, Clem.”

Clementine was actually conflicted on whether or not she wanted Marlon gone. The vote could still go either way. If they voted to cut him loose, tracking him through the woods would be easy enough assuming he doesn’t get himself killed before nightfall.

Their leader would be a nice contribution before I can get the rest.

It was a bit of a risk, but this mission would likely end in a standoff. The last thing they needed was another opponent. Maybe handing him over early would buy her and AJ some time.

“Marlon leaves.” Her vote bringing the score to 4:5.

The attention was drawn to Louis. He hadn’t officially voted yet, though it would be no surprise what he would choose. If for some reason he chose to kick him out, the tied vote would cause more issues.

“I… I…” Louis’ eyes fell on Clem.

“I’m sorry, Clementine.”

Why is he apologizing to me?

“He… He’s my best friend. He has to stay.” His shoulders fell in defeat as if he had just fought a battle within himself.

Figured.

“I guess that settles it then.” Violet went along begrudgingly.

“Marlon stays.”

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Even after given freedom, Marlon seemed to rather spend the day locked away in one of the empty dorm rooms. Now that Violet was deemed their new leader, she was busy looking over a map with Aasim, planning their next hunt with a new perimeter. The others tried to resume business as usual, but how could they when their community was just flipped on its head. People seemed to be keeping to themselves and their own emotions. A slight tension between opposing voters keeping everyone on their toes.

Clementine wandered the school aimlessly, mapping out the halls in the back of her mind as she tried not to get herself lost in the identical rows of classrooms. She felt like she had to be doing something, but no specific task could come to her. She supposed Violet would have something for her to do, but the emotional force that kept the others apart seemed to touch her as well. She walked for hours, exploring every graffiti-ridden room until the repetition bored her. Eventually, she managed to wander her way back to the music room.

The afternoon sun shone on the worn piano, left unattended to her mild disappointment. She wondered how Louis was handling this whole mess. His best friend was just revealed as a traitor, and now some of their friends were turning against him.

It’s not my problem.

Clem tried to convince herself, but she couldn't help thinking about it. She took a deep breath, giving in to her nervous habit again and scratching her fingers through her curls. She forced herself to back away from the room, entering the courtyard in search of a task to keep her mind away from things.

“Violet.” she spoke to the girl who seemed lost in thought, staring into the ashes of last night’s campfire.

“Vi?” The second time seemed to bring her back to earth.

“Uh, yeah. Sorry.” She stood from her seat.

“What’s up?”

“I wanted to know if there was anything you needed me to do.” She watched their frazzled newly-deemed leader scour over her map for any leftover tasks.

“Mitch and Aasim came back from their hunting trip a half hour ago. Ruby managed to convince Brody to go out and repair the fish traps with her, they’ve been back for a while… and you’re already scheduled for watch after dinner…” She shook the map in her hands as if the action might reveal something new.

“I guess there’s always perimeter but that's kinda dangerous and kinda pointless.”

“Are you alright?” The heavy fog that laid over the school seemed to cloud her head the most.

“Yeah. I… I’m okay.” She let out a heavy sigh.

“I just wanted to say thank you for this morning, for sticking by me.”

Violet drooped her head, her side-swept bangs concealing her eyes.

“To be honest I wasn’t sure if you were still here. No one’s seen you all day since the vote and with the decision… I was worried you might have taken off.” She folded the map back into her pocket.

The comment stung a little but she would never admit it.

“Sorry about that, I was just taking some time to think.” She kicked herself for being absent.

“I think we all just need time to think.” Violet let out a weak laugh.

“God, what’s happened here.”

Vi slumped back into her chair, Clementine taking a seat next to her.

“I can’t stop thinking about Marlon. What he did to Min and Soph. I don’t think I can ever forgive him.” An almost dazed smile crossed her face.

“But I keep imagining what it would have been like if they had come back that day, instead of him and Brody. They wouldn’t have lied about it. Minnie told me everything.”

Clementine listened in silence as Violet unburdened her heart to her.

“But then Louis’s best friend would be gone forever, not to mention Brody. God, I’ve been such a bitch to her.” Clementine could tell this was the overflow of a long time bottling up her troubles.

“Louis was there for me and Tennessee more than anyone else after they ‘died’. And I sat in that room, right in front of him, trying to convince the others that Marlon was better off dead than anywhere near here. Then, just, fuck. The shit I said to Brody. I can’t forgive her either but fuck, she didn’t deserve that.” Violet’s voice broke, her throat on the edge of a sob.

Clem opened her mouth but was unable to find any words.

“The king has fallen! Bow before your new queen!”

The words from that first card game the night she came here echoed in her head.

She wondered if they echoed in hers too.

“I’m sorry for laying that all on you. I just had to get it out, y’know?” She tried to shrug off her emotions.

“I’m good. I’m good.”

“It’s alright, we’re... friends, right?” The words fell easier off her tongue than she thought they would.

“Yeah, I guess we are.” She smiled

“Can you go see if Louis is okay? I don’t think we’re ready to talk to each other after this morning.”

“Where is he?” He wasn’t in the music room, nor was he anywhere in the school during her exploration.

“I think he’s still sitting outside of Marlon’s dorm.”

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Faint whispering could be heard through the empty hall as Clementine turned the corner. Louis sat with his legs crossed and his back leaning against one of the door’s aligning the walls. He didn’t notice her. Through the dreadlocks that hung over his face, Clem could discern the slight movement of his lips. As she got closer she could make out the details of a baseball game he was retelling.

“Louis?” He jumped at hearing his name, so lost in his story he hadn't heard her approach.

“Are you okay?”

“So you are still around. Violet was worried.” He dodged her question.

“I talked to Violet already.” She looked at the locked door behind him.

“Has he said anything?”

“Nothing other than basically telling me to fuck off a few times, but when have I ever done what I’m told? Right, Marlon?” He elbowed the door, eliciting no response.

His smile was forced and dropped as quickly as it appeared. He leaned his head back with a thump, looking away from Clem.

“He just needs time. Everyone does. I can’t lie, things are never going to go back to the way they were but that doesn’t mean it won't get better.” God, she was starting to sound like Louis herself.

“A sudden optimist, I guess my stunning demeanour rubbed off on you.” She kicked his leg lightly at that comment.

“Don’t push your luck.” His smile was sad but real this time.

“I’m sorry.” Her apology surprised him.

“I guess I got a little carried away this morning.”

“No. You have the right to speak your mind around here.” His eyes fell to the purple mark on her face.

“How’s your eye?”

She leaned against the wall but stayed on her feet.

“Better, it only stings if I touch it.”

“I’m fine.” She said slightly louder, hoping her voice would fall on the ears of the boy inside the dorm.

“So what do we do now?” His voice fell into his serious tone. She seemed to be hearing it a lot more lately.

“We push on. We fight on. We look forward, never back.” She quoted the words of a man who lived at the McCarroll ranch. The words of Ol’ Richard often ran on repeat inside her mind when the talons of her horrid memories threatened to slice her to shreds.

“Wise words.” He chuckled.

“Indeed they are.”

“I’m not leaving until he talks to me so you might as well go on.” His head drooped once more, dreads hiding the emotions on his face.

“I’ll talk to you later then, Louis.” She decided to leave him be. Her words from before reverberated inside her skull as she made her way towards the light outside.

We push on. We fight on. We look forward, never back.

We push on. We fight on. We look forward, never back.

We push on. We fight on. We look forward, never back.

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[harryimaginedstories]

Together at Last

Hello friends! :) 

This is a christmasy request!!  Summary: 

Picture isn’t mine which was to be expected tbh.

It was safe to say that Harry was crazy about her. Everything she did and every word she said enchanted him in a way he hadn’t known before.  Harry found himself sighing with relief whenever she entered a room, just as if he’d been waiting and looking for her from the moment they parted until they were reunited again. Didn’t matter if that distance laster a month, a week or an hour or even a minute. And once his eyes found hers there was a wide smile decorating both of their faces and their bodies would almost glow with light. Sometimes, especially after a drink or two, Y/N would walk towards him instantly, almost as if she were as drawn to him as he was to her, and if she was particularly brave, Y/N would cuddle herself in his lap and he’d lean down to kiss her cheek. The way they interacted with each other didn’t really fit into what was deemed to be the norm of two best friends and it had earned them some confused looks or silly comments from others in the past, but all in all, Harry was happy and Y/N was too. He spent a lot of time with the person he cared for the most, and even if he wasn’t allowed to kiss or hold her like he was itching to, it was just as he’d written in a song once: “A little bit was all he was asking for.”

Things were particularly hard in December, though. The nights were long and cold, leaving a burning sensation in his chest as well as goosebumps all over his arms. The want for someone to hold on to, specifically for her, grew and grew, to the point where it almost hurt and there were many morning he left the bed without having slept for a moment.  The days weren’t much better, either. It snowed constantly and the sun left London’s cloudy sky shortly after 4 in the afternoon. And with all the lights decorating everybody’s home and the Christmas songs playing on repeat no matter which radio station he happened to be listening to, Harry’s heart hurt with the disappointment over how lonely he always was. 

“Earth to Harry.”

Her voice pulled him out of his thoughts and upon looking at her, his heart fluttered. She was breathtaking. He recognized the jumper she was wearing as one he’d gotten for her, well, technically he’d gotten it for himself but when he’d shown it to her she’d loved it so much he’d gifted it to her without a second thought. It suited her better than it would’ve suited him anyway, and to see her all cozy and comfortable warmed his heart. Her body lay comfortably on his couch, her socked feet propped up in his lap and when his eyes locked with her pretty ones, she gave him the sweetest smile a person could wear.  It’s unfair, Harry thought, she didn’t for a minute give me a chance to not fall in love with her.

“Is everything alright, H?” Even her voice was soft. Harry sighed.

He nodded and when his fingers found her feet to slowly massage them, she stifled a giggle, all worry leaving her expression. 

“M’fine, love. A little caught up in my head, but... s’all okay. What about you? Comfy?”

“I’m good,” Y/N replied, before holding out one hand for him to take, a gesture he happily complied to, “I’m always good when you’re around.” 

The second phrase she uttered quietly, a little as if she hoped he couldn’t hear. His heart dropped and with flushed cheeks his eyes left her face and instead focused on her fingers.

“What’s got you all stuck in that head of yours?” Y/N pressed on. 

Her fingers felt warm in his grasp and he loved how the tiniest hint of a blush crept onto her cheeks when his thumb drew a small heart into her palm. The closest he’d ever got to tell her how he felt, Harry thought grimly.

“I’m wondering why you’re not going to be with me on Christmas.” 

Y/N winced. It was an unpleasant topic for either of them, one that brought a lot of unspoken disappointment and let down to the pair. In fact, when she’d first said no to his invitation for Christmas eve, he’d been so baffled that he’d had to ask her to repeat herself and after hearing her rejection a second time, he’d found it difficult to talk to her for the rest of the evening.

“I’m sorry.” 

The quiet words tumbling from her lips made him feel like crap. His constant whining had painted a frown onto her pretty face and when her eyes went as far as getting glossy, he pushed himself up with a sense of guilt so strong it made him sick. Harry’s body got dangerously close as he let himself fall on top of her chest carefully and between her open arms.

“No, I’m sorry,” he hushed, “You’ve got that thing with your friends and I shouldn’t be an arse about it. S’just... I’d really like it if we’d be together whilst celebrating, you know? It’ll feel wrong with you not around and to be honest m’a bit bummed out by it.”

“I know,” Y/N sighed, “I am, too, Harry, and honestly I would so much rather be with you than with my friends. But we made those plans ages ago and I can’t just bail on them.”

“You’re a good friend.”

“I think your point was that I’m a shitty friend,” she giggled softly, then added, “We can meet up the day after.” She sighed upon feeling his nod against her neck and hear chest tightened when he laughed against her collarbones.

“Of course, yeah. We’ll meet after.”

And just like that, they were once again in a position other best friends probably wouldn’t end up in, and when Y/N slung her arms around Harry’s shoulders, it was clear that they wouldn’t be moving out of each other’s reach anytime soon.

....

There were moments where it annoyed Y/N how ridiculously crazy she was about her best friend. But who could blame her?  Whenever she walked into a room, she could be certain to have his eyes follow every move she made, every breath she took and once she let her own orbs find his, they would both find themselves smiling uncontrollably.  The people around them knew as well. Hard not to nice since it wasn’t everyday you saw two people give each other the kind of looks and secret glances that held nothing but pure wonder. Their expressions were ones of surprise, not because they couldn’t understand why their hearts had decided to fall for the other, but because their chests ached with the amount of love they felt. They cared about the other so deeply, at first it had come almost as a shock to their systems. Harry blushed at the mere thought of her while Y/N’s heart jumped whenever somebody mentioned his name. Why they didn’t just confess to each other nobody in their friendship group understood and there’d been plenty of plans to play secret match maker with the two, but after years of friendship they also felt like it wasn’t their choice to make for the pair.

And it was because of that affection she held for him, that Y/N wished she would’ve agreed to spend Christmas at Harry’s. That, and because her friends never showed up. The party they were meant to attend was set in the north of London and in a club Y/N had never been to before. It was packed with people and the moment she’d set foot into the venue somebody thrusted a drink into her hand and about three others offered her something to smoke.  The cigarettes she declined and the drink she set down on one of the tables. She wasn’t naive enough to consume something she’d been given by a stranger.  It wasn’t at all the christmasy party she’d expected and hoped for. People wore reindeer antlers as well as red Santa hats and there were remixes of Christmas songs blasted through the speakers, but other than that it was nothing like she’d been told it would be. It wasn’t cozy, it wasn’t small and above all, there was nobody around that she knew. Y/N hated it. This wasn’t how she wanted to spend Christmas.  Close to tears Y/N did the only thing she could think of doing, the only thing she hoped would help her flee the uncomfortable situation. Shakily she pulled out her phone and began dialing the familiar number, before pushing her way to the very back of the club and into a narrow hallway where it was somewhat quieter. She knew he was having a small get together himself, that his sister, his mother and several friends of his were over. So him noticing her call was unlikely and a desperate attempt that promised little help. Y/N whimpered and brushed her free hand over her forehead.  She would leave a message, she decided, one he would hopefully hear before tomorrow. Oh god, what was she supposed to do all alone at a club full of wasted strangers?

“Hello?” 

Y/N could have cried with relief upon hearing his voice.

“I didn’t think you’d pick up.”

Harry chuckled lowly. “I’m the shitty type of son who doesn’t switch of his phone during Christmas."

There was the sound of laughter in the background, probably his mother, and Y/N’s heart sank. She was ruining everything for him.

“To my great luck,” she sighed and before she knew it the first tears spilled over and onto her flushed cheeks. 

“What’s up, baby?” Harry cooed playfully, unaware of just how upset his best friend was, “Already regretting saying no to me and instead going partying with you friends? Or are you calling me to rub it in my face that you’re having a great time without me?”

“As if,” Y/N hiccupped, “They never showed, Harry. And now I’m stuck in a club I don’t know and I’m alone and there are so many drunk people dressed up as santa and I- Harry, I know it’s Christmas and I’m so sorry but could you please come pick me up? I’m a shit friend to even ask and you’re busy, but please, I don’t want to be here, Harry.”

Y/N was full on sobbing by this point. Her voice was shaking and some of the words she said didn’t even sound right and were swallowed by a sob. Harry already reached for his keys. When he spoke next his voice was tense and heavy with worry for her. “Of course, Y/N, absolutely. M’on my way, alright? Don’t you worry. Message me your location and I’ll be there.”

Harry glanced at his mother. She was standing by his side and up until now she’d been chatting with one of his bandmates, but now she was looking at him with worry in her eyes. 

“It’s Y/N,” Harry explained without hanging up the phone, “She needs me to go get her. I’ll be back in a bit. Sorry, mom.”

He kissed her cheek quickly before making his way to the door, already pulling on a jacket. One glance at his phone told him that Y/N was a good twenty minute car ride away. He even knew that club.

“I got your message,” Y/N heard Harry say, and when he added that he would be with her in twenty minutes, probably fifteen, more tears fell from her eyes. This time they were happy ones, at least.

“Thank you. You’re the best friend anyone could ask for, Harry. Truly, you are.”

Harry sighed and momentarily his eyes squeezed shut. “M’getting into my car now, baby. Okay? And m’on my way. Please just- please don’t cry, love, yeah? You’re not going to be in that situation for much longer. I’m coming for you, yeah?” 

“Yes, okay,” he heard her say quietly, “I’ll meet you by the entrance?”

“Perfect. S’it okay if I hang up? I got to focus properly whilst driving. Snow and all.” 

“Sure,” she nodded, a smile making the tears disappear from her face, “see you in a bit then.”

“See you in a moment, love.”

It took him half the amount of time he’d expected to reach the club where his girl was, partly because it was Christmas Eve and people were home with their families and not driving around London, but also because of how he was pushing the tempo limit. He knew he ought to be cautious, but knowing that Y/N was in distress, he could’t help himself from pushing his foot onto the gas. His heart ached at the thought of his Y/N afraid and alone in a club full of drunks. 

Y/N’s stomach fluttered and her heart-speed increased when she recognized the black car pulling up and her feet hurried towards him the moment he stepped out of his vehicle. He already held out his arms for her to jump into. 

“Thank you,” she sighed into his neck and another sob fell from her trembling mouth.

Harry didn’t reply, but wrapped her up and pressed her to his chest, utterly relieved to see her safe. His lips found her temple, her forehead and finally her cheeks, warming her soul.

“I’m sorry I made you come and get me, Harry.”

He shushed her quietly. “So glad you rang me. M’always just a phone call away for you, Y/N. And I’d come get you no matter what time or day it is.” 

Her hold around him tightened and he whimpered when her lips found the spot right below his ear and when she even dared to poke the skin with her tongue, his knees weakened. 

“Can I come to yours?” Y/N whimpered against his ear, “Or has the offer expired?”

A chuckle shook his chest. “Of course you’re still welcome to celebrate Christmas with me.”

Upon stepping into Harry’s warm flat, Y/N was greeted with hugs and kisses on both of her cheeks. Harry’s mother handed her the cup of tea she’d prepared for her and held ready and his friends reached out to greet her and engage her in their conversations.  Nobody commented on her late arrival, her flushed cheeks and puffy eyes or on the fact that Harry was holding on to her the whole time. When they entered the flat, he’d been holding her hand, fingers intertwined loosely and when he had to let her go so she could say hello to everyone, his hand remained on her back. The moment she sat down on his couch, he followed and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Y/N didn’t seem to mind, of course she didn’t, and when she leaned into his body or stole a kiss to his cheek, most of their friends turned to look away, the moment too private and innocent as that they felt comfortable enough to stare at them. Harry’s chest could’ve burst with golden butterflies symbolizing how incredibly happy he was. 

They ate dinner with everybody settled on chairs around the small Christmas tree, shared jokes and at some point Anne told parts of the Christmas story, simply because it was a tradition.

“You’ve got a lovely tree, H. Love how colourful you decorated it!” 

“Thanks, Kate,” Harry smiled at his friend, “But the compliment should really go to Y/N. She did all the decorating and was the one who picked out the tree in the first place.” 

“Oh, so you two are finally a couple, then? Took you long enough to tell her, mate. Jeez.” Jim, Harry and Y/N’s mutual friend, spoke casually with his eyes fixed on the biscuits he had on his plate, completely oblivious to the numerous stares of shock and amusement that were set on him as he was busy deciding which he would eat next. “And Y/N? You’re awful at hiding your feelings, love.”

It was as if somebody had emptied a bucket of ice water over her head and Y/N hid her burning cheeks in Harry’s neck, who, for some reason, felt nothing but joy.  Of course he was in love with her, and of course none of his friends had stayed oblivious to it. And frankly, Harry was sick of not having Y/N as his girlfriend.

“Thanks, mate,” Harry replied lightly, “Know I should’ve told her ages ago.” 

And when his arms cuddled Y/N further into his chest and their friends quickly changed the subject, one of them even swatted the back of Jim’s head, Y/N felt herself relax as well.  Harry hadn’t disagreed with Jim, hadn’t laughed or shrugged it off. He’d... admitted it hadn’t he?

“I really do fancy you,” Harry muttered into her ear, soothing the tiniest bit of doubt in her mind, “And maybe it’s the christmas spirit that got to me or it’s because m’so damn happy you’re here after all, that I don’t mind you knowing.”

“I reckon it’s the eggnog you drank,” Y/N joked quietly. Their eyes met, the red painting their cheeks darkened and when she leaned up to press her mouth to his softly, they pulled apart with a shy giggle. 

“I fancy you, too, Harry.”

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[minsyal]

[Revali x Reader, Champion-esque]

Summary: It’s a little chilly and self-deprecation is in style

The bright morning sun rose from the eastern sky casting shadows of gold and dandelion across Hyrule. The Champions were resting in a small camp crafted from tarps and old blankets. A small fire that was once ablaze is now ash and glowing embers with a light coat of dew hushing its heat. The searing midday sun beat down upon your heads almost to the point of catching fire.

The Hebra Mountains were strikingly cold, and yet you were blazing. The Rito clothing you had obtained while in the village only made you into a steamer. Hopefully, night would come soon. The sun slowly set over the mountainside, painting hues of blue and purple into the freshly fallen snow. Your once visible footsteps had long been covered and your tracks were untraceable. The Champions were set up near a fire, all wrapped in layers of blankets. You had provided them with spicy elixirs, specifically Urbosa and Mipha, who had trouble withstanding the cold. Though, by ensuring their conformability, you had failed to supply yourself with anything. Not wanting to complain, you kept your mouth shut. Luckily, you were staying in a somewhat caved in area that provided protection from the violent winds.    

You weren't a Champion, nor did you ask to be. The Princess had requested you to tag along to search for shrines. Actually, King Rhoam had ordered it, but you wouldn't tell her that. It's not that you didn't like getting out of Castle Town to explore the vast land of Hyrule, you just knew when you returned a pile of work would have accumulated and you would have to deal with a very displeased King. He was the one who told you to go! Zelda seemed oblivious to this, but she had bigger things on her mind. Every time she went anywhere outside of the castle walls, she nagged you consistently until you caved. From a very young age, you were looking after the girl as she grew. King Rhoam assigned you as her assistant and insisted you never break the boundaries of being only that. He once threatened to demote you due to your encouragement of Zelda's studies. She, as a result, became furious with her father. Zelda eventually thought of you as her best friend, somebody she could tell everything, and you thought of her as the same.      

When the Champions were chosen, you and Link were to accompany Zelda to visit and get aquatinted with the new members. Everyone was more than you could have asked for. They were all dedicated individuals who would put their lives on the line for the greater good. Urbosa had a soft spot for Zelda, Mipha acted as the mediator, Daruk had a heart of gold, and Revali, he was something special.       Initially, the two of you clashed, mostly because he didn't see a reason for your presence. He wore his feelings on his sleeve. You chose to ignore his comments, which only lit the fire beneath him. It wasn't until he recognized your role as a guiding spirit, but also a calm voice when the pressure of it all became too much. He was astonished at how easily you could bring a once sobbing princess back to her optimistic self. He would never admit it though. It was obvious how important you were to the team and, somehow, you always had a radiant smile or pleasant look sewn into your features.    

"Hey," Urbosa appeared behind you. You had been sitting with the other Champions around a fire. "I can't get through to her."      

You didn't reply, only rose from your spot and headed over to where she sat. It didn't take long before she was following you back to the group, completely fine as if nothing had happened.

"Well," Zelda brushed herself off and sat down on the ground. "I apologize for that. Anyway, we should all get some rest." "Tomorrow we will-" Zelda trailed off, trying to jog her memory. Her eyebrows drew together and her lips pushed hard against one another.

"Continue toward the Hebra North Crest." You finished for her. She sighed of relief and nodded in agreement.

"Yes! Absolutely, we will. Well, see you all tomorrow." Zelda promptly wrapped herself in a blanket and moved away from the group to give herself some privacy.      

The rest of the Champions retired to different spots around the cave. Knowing you had absolutely no chance of sleep while your fingers and toes were freezing off, you volunteered to keep watch until somebody else woke and replaced you.      

The night was lonely. Off in the distance you could hear the faint cry of wolves, in another direction the sound of bokoblins dancing and howling echoed. You sat at the mouth of the cave, your knees pulled up to your chest with your arms securing them in place. Each breath left a mess of swirling fog hanging in the air until it dispersed and disappeared forever. An hour went by with no movement from outside or inside the cave. Not until you felt two wings wrap firmly around your entire body and a yellow beak rested on your shoulder.      

"Revali," you scolded, turning quickly to check on the others. They were soundly sleeping. "- not here. You know that." Attempting to remove him was futile.

"Why did you give away all your elixirs?" He questioned, ignoring your concerns.

"Come on, they could wake up any minute! You know they can't see us."

"Maybe you wanted to make sure Mipha and Urbosa were comfortable? Or have you become careless when it comes to your own safety?" He continued to have a one-sided conversation aloud.

You wiggled your shoulders, twisted your body, even kicked your feet, but nothing worked. He had a lock around you and you weren't getting out. The soft sound of the other Champions rustling in their sleep could be heard behind you. Though, if they were you wake, you suppose they couldn't really see you. Revali was completely encasing you with his wings. It did warm you and felt quite nice after taking a beating from the cold during the day. "They needed it more than I do." You sighed, opting to give up. Your body sank into his.

"So you were being careless." He stated, pulling you closer to him. "You must be more of a ditz than I originally thought."

"You and I both know they are far more important than I am, their safety comes first.”

“At least you’re pretty.”

“Shut up.” You groaned. “I just want to get back to the Castle.”

“Why is that? As far as I’m aware, you are going to be welcomed with work.” He closed his eyes and listened to the eerie silence that fell over the mountains. The snowflakes seemed to chime like bells in a church choir. The faint sound of monsters had subsided and was replaced with a sense of peace. Everything was, for once, calm. With the Calamity on the rise, and new creatures popping up every day, a moment of tranquility was sparse. You should relish the time you have like this, especially with the one you hold close to your heart.

“Okay, I want to get back to Rito Village. It’s freezing up here.”

“Which brings us back to our original conversation.” He let out a breathy sigh, “I would appreciate it if you watched out for yourself from time to time.”

“I do.”

“-not. The Princess seems to take priority over your health. While I do agree, her role is a very important one, yours is too and you need to recognize that.”

“I’m only here to keep her safe and calm so she can continue with her rituals. It’s not like I know anything about these shrines or the Divine Beasts.”

“You’re far too self-deprecating, dear. I’ve noticed you get that way at night, perhaps you need to get more sleep. What was it…” he lifted his head from your shoulder. “Eight hours a night? From what I’ve observed, you barely get three.”

“You’ve been watching me? Stalker much?”

“Any caring lover, which I am, only wishes the best for their loved ones. You’re nearly the worst fighter on the team and yet you always volunteer to keep watch at night? That’s absurd.”

“I just-“your voice caught in your throat as your face grew hot. “I just want to help.” Every time you traveled with the Champions, an aching feeling filled your heart. You so badly wanted to help and fight like them. Link was an amazing swordsman, Daruk was godly strong, Revali was the best of the best, Mipha could heal people, and Urbosa could control lighting for god’s sake! Even Zelda, she had a power locked inside of her that would help seal the darkness away. She had the most important role. You were merely a burden traveling with them. At times you couldn’t quite keep up and fell behind, they would have to wait on you. Revali would apologize for not offering to carry you, seeing as the two of you had wanted to stay a secret. Sometimes you could tell your presence wasn’t welcome among the Champions, and other times you felt right at home.

“You are helping.”

“I’m not though! I’m useless.” Turning in his arms you pressed your face against his chest and held tightly onto his body. “I’m just sick of not being important.”

His body tensed considerably. You two had been together for a while now and he had never seen you like this. Comforting others wasn’t exactly his forte. All he knew to do was hold you and that is exactly what he did. He let you cry until there were no tears left, even if it did leave water stains down the front of his undershirt. Every now and again he would whisper words of encouragement or would tell you all the ways and reasons he loved you. Eventually, the both of you fell asleep to the sounds of whipping winds and the crackling fire.

#revali x reader #revali x you #botw #botw fanfiction

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for the apprentice questions, could you do all of them?

Sure! :D I’ll put this under read more because I feel like this will become really long! 

1) Your apprentice was brought along to one of the masquerades with a friend, who promptly ditched them ten minutes into it. What happened? How do they react?

Juniper probably didn’t even notice that they ditched her. ^^ She would most likely just continue doing whatever she was doing previously before her friend left her. Most likely sitting down and eating the food. Or, trying to find a spot to sit at and just sit and listen to the sounds around her. 

2) Does your apprentice get flustered over anything? What make them flustered? Do they turn red? Stumble over words?  

It honestly depends. Most of the time, you’ll rarely find Juniper a flustered mess. She’s usually the one who is causing everyone to become flustered. This is because she’ll like touch your face a lot to memorize it. Or, come really up close to your face. When it comes to our local goat man, she’s a flustering mess because she has a huuuuge crush on him. Other than that, she’s not really so easily flustered? 

3) How would your apprentice handle being so close to something that they desperately want, only to have it ripped away? What was it?

Well, what Juniper desperately wants is for Asra to stay home more. Whenever he goes out in his long journeys, she’s always so anxious and on edge for him because she worries about what could happen to him. 

4) Talk about your Apprentices’ self-esteem

Juniper’s self-esteem, I’d have to say is just average? Like she has those moments where she feels really insecure about how she looks. But, most of them, she doesn’t really care. 

5) What’s one physical flaw about themselves that they hate? Do they have a reason for hating it?

Juniper really dislikes how she was born blind. I mean she has a good reason for hating it, she never really got the chance to witness the world like how everyone else can. She’s always seen the world as pitch darkness. It wasn’t until she got a little bit older that she could see shapes and like distinct lines of things. She also doesn’t really like it when people take pity on her for being blind. It just makes her feel worthless in a way. 

6) Do they have a personality shift depending upon certain people? Who does it change for and how so?

Not really. Juniper acts the same around everyone. 

7) Talk about your apprentices’ backstory. How did they end up with the shop? What’s their relationship (or lack thereof) with their parents? Traumatic childhood maybe?

Juniper was born blind. She lived in a farm for most of her life with her parents and six siblings. She’s the second youngest child besides her younger brother. She was assigned to do the simplest activities because of her blindness. She basically went around the farm doing errands - putting up the laundry, taking the laundry down, and cleaning the laundry. Once she started getting more used to being blind, she started helping her parents with harvesting crops, planting crops, and bringing in new crops. She also helped cooked meals too. Most of the time she did simple tasks. When she was 11, her aunt gave her the shop as a gift. Her aunt who used to love the city was becoming a bit bored of it. So, after giving away the shop to Juniper. her aunt joined their family on the farm. Juniper didn’t officially leave her family’s farm until she was 13. When she was 13, her parents told her how they thought it would be a good idea for her to get out of the farm and experience new things. So, after saying goodbye to her family, she went to the shop. She calls her family a lot and speaks with them about various things - strange customers, trends at the city, the people she “sees”, and her new roommate Asra. 

8) How does your apprentice express affection? Outwardly? More subtle-like?

Juniper is the most affectionate human being in the world. Specifically with Asra, she’s very touchy with him. She’ll sometimes walk by him and touch his hair in some way or another and make comments like “So silky.” or “So soft.” Sometimes, when Asra is sitting down, he’ll notice a weight on his shoulder and see Juniper with her head resting on him. She also loves to give Asra kisses on his cheeks, forehead, nose, ear, basically anywhere. Asra’s face is basically her canvas to kiss on. 

9) Does your apprentice have any special abilities that you headcanon and cannot be accurately expressed in the actual game? What are they?

Hmm…. I’m not really sure if she does have any. :0 

10) What does their living space look like? Is the shop messy or clean?

The shop is clean - except for Asra’s and her’s shared room. It’s as messy as ever. Juniper tries to keep it clean but she gives up halfway through. 

11) Talk about how your apprentice deals with emotions. Both the ones they like to feel, and what they don’t like to feel.

Juniper, as I said, is a child in an adult body. She is a huge crybaby. She’s very emotional when it comes to people she loves. When she loves somebody, she really loves them with all of her heart. When she’s angry, her powers, can become pretty easily unstable. There have been instances where she just lost herself to her anger and actually destroyed a few buildings. 

12) What happens when your apprentice feels upset?

Juniper cries a crap ton and Asra comes over to comfort her in some way or another. Either by talking it out with her, giving her tea, or just rubbing her back and giving her small kisses on the forehead. 

13) What’s your apprentice like when sad? Do they get really depressed? Have they ever hurt themselves out of sadness?

When Juniper is sad, it’s just obvious that she’s sad. Her face is red. Her nose is running. Her lips are quivering. Her eyes start to become watery and then eventually she’ll just start full blown sobbing. There have been moments where she has gotten so upset over something that she didn’t eat anything for a few days. 

14) A small hand-mirror has been sold to your apprentice. When they look into it, it shows their greatest fear come to life – conscious or subconscious. What is it and how does your apprentice react?  

Juniper can’t even see what’s on the mirror. ^^|| Her greatest fear is becoming deaf because I mean that’s the only thing she has left? The moment she becomes deaf, honestly, she would just struggle to continue living. 

15) What does their daily diet look like on a normal day? Do they fast? If they fast, is it out of their control?

Juniper eats a lot. She loves eating her veggies and fruits. She’s a huge junkie on that. But, she does have a guilty pleasure for spicy, sweet, and sour things. 

16) Does your apprentice have any scars or tattoos? Where are they? Describe them?

Juniper has a few scars. I mean, if you look at her, you’ll find some sort of bruise and scar on her because of instances where she has bumped into something or has fallen down something before. I mean one major scar she has is on her hand. She got a pretty bad cut on her hand before when she was just starting on cooking. 

Juniper has several tattoos. Most of them are just a bunch of squiggly. Some of them are flowers - forget-me-nots, roses, dogwood, lilies, and daisies. 

17) Can they bear pain? How much pain can they bear? Do they hate it or do they like it ala our good Doctor?

Juniper can handle pain pretty well. I mean she has some bad bruises on her legs that she doesn’t ever notice. Asra is always the one who sees it and right away helps her out. I mean, she could break her leg and she’d never really notice it until it was too late. She doesn’t really care for pain. It doesn’t really do anything to her.

18) Do they like their living situation? Do they like living in Vesuvia and by the sea? Do they like the cold more or do they like it warmer?

Juniper sort of likes her living situation. I mean, at least she has Asra with her. It helps her feel less lonely and homesick. She does love the sea though. She just misses her home and the farm. She doesn’t really care for cold or warm weather. She does like winter a lot though. 

19) Can your character cook? What’s their favorite thing to cook?

Juniper is a top notch cook. She loves to cook traditional dishes. 

20) (NSFW) Does your character have any kinks? What are they? Have they ever been acted upon?

Hmm…. I never really thought of this… xD I mean, maybe?? Like she has a huge praise kink - she loves hearing people praise her for something. It makes her feel just extremely happy. 

21) What’s their relationship history look like? What were their previous datemates like? Do they have a type?

Juniper is such a baby at relationship. She literally has never been in a relationship before. I mean her type is basically Asra. 

22) Does your apprentice have a familiar? What is it and what’s their name? Do they talk to the apprentice? What’s their personality like?

OH BOY AM I FREAKING EXCITED FOR THIS QUESTION. JUNIPER HAS A FREAKING VULTURE AS AN APPRENTICE. HIS NAME IS VIC AND HE IS THE MOST SWEETEST VICIOUS CREATURE IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD. HE PROTECTS OVER JUNIPER AS IF SHE WAS HIS CHILD. Also, Vic is such a chatty box. He talks for hoursssss. 

23) Describe you apprentices’ humor.

Juniper’s humor ranges from dark to light. She enjoys dad jokes, puns, and just about anything. She laughs over everything pretty much. xD

24) Outside of magic-related workings, does your apprentice have any hobbies? Do others know about this hobby or do they keep it a secret?

Juniper loves to collect feathers. She also loves to garden. She actually has a small little garden in the shop. 

25) What is the easiest way to annoy your apprentice? How do they react to being annoyed?

The easiest way to annoy Juniper is to like mock the way how she speaks. Or, just be teasing her 24/7. Her nose scrunches up and her eyebrows knit together and honestly she looks too adorable to be annoyed. She usually stops being annoyed after like a few seconds.

26) How does your apprentice sleep? Do they sleep with a ton of pillows and blankets or none? Do they toss and turn? Weird things they do in their sleep?

Juniper sleeps with a ton of blankets and pillows. She loves having pillows being wrapped around her legs. She just loves holding something in her sleep. She does tend to hog the covers though.

27) Due to the “memory issues” that permeate the game: does your apprentice ever experience déjà vu and they don’t know why? What triggered the déjà vu?

Juniper does deal with  deja vu moments. Usually they’re smells and objects that make her have that deja vu feeling. 

#apprentice questions #juniper