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timhalamet · 3 months

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I saw laurie Lawrence and i got so excited (i see no fics of him even though he’s like the perfect man even if he sucks sometimes.) i’m excited to see your writings <3

the way things go

pairings- laurie laurence x fem!reader

summary- after over hearing laurie propose to your sister Jo, heartbroken you decide to leave to paris

warnings- angst, not proofread nothing else

'would you do me the greatest honour of making me your husband.'

Laurie's words seemed to replay and echo in the dull hollow walls of your mind. Your heart ached as tears dripped down your face . You were going to tell Laurie you loved him. You thought he loved you.

It was obvious now that you were wrong.

With a hand clamped over your mouth, you muffled the sob threatening to break out from your throat.

What made it worse was that he hadn't proposed to anyone else.

He proposed to Jo.

Anger simmed through you, overtaking the flow of your pain. You had asked Jo if something between her and Laurie had been going on and everytime she replied with 'don't be silly! Laurie's like my brother!' or 'laurie!? What possibly could make you think that!?' and brushed it off with furrowed brows and a disgusted frown.

But that didn't match up with what you had just witnessed.

Through the slightly ajar door, you walked down the hallway of lauries and his grandfather's house, hoping to speak to him only to be met with the sight of Laurie on one knee facing Jo, with a small velvet box holding one of the most gorgeous ring you have ever seen.

'would you do me the greatest honour of make me your husband.'

You held back your sob and flew down the stairs not caring if either of Jo or Laurie heard you.

You ran. Ran till you were in your bedroom, without a second thought, stuffing the rest of your precious belongings into your suitcase, filling it to the brim.

You looked around at your room savouring every inch before hauling your suitcase and down the stairs.

'you're already leaving so early?'

Marmees soft gentle voice called out from behind you, and you sighed turning around to face.

'should I get laurie to help you?'

A weak smile formed on your face, but you knew it was no use. Marmee could see right through anyone.

'no it's alright..I wouldn't want to bother him' your words came out more bitter than you intended to.

Soon without telling Meg, Jo, Beth, or Amy, you walked out of the door.

And to Paris.

'would you do me the greatest honour of make me your husband.'

Laurie knelt on knee holding the velvet box to Jo.

Jo squealed and grabbed Laurie up, wrapping her arms around his neck.

'its perfect! It's time, we need to go tell the others!'

'wait I need to look presentable' Laurie joked before dusting his clothes off and fixing the rough state of his hair.

The pair soon went to Lauries grandfather and told him the news.

He was ecstatic.

They spent an hour with lauries grandfather, before trampling through the thick mount of snow to tell marmee and the girls.

'is she here?', Laurie asked marmee.

Marmee sadly smiled, 'shes already left to the train station'

Laurie felt his heart drop to his stomach.

'what?'

'shes already left to Paris, if you're lucky the train might not have departed yet due to the snow storm.'

You sat on one of the benches at the train station, the bell jar in your hand, as you read impatiently waiting for your train to arrive.

Soon the call of your train was made.

You grabbed your suitcase and bag, holding the book with our arm.

As you began to struggle as you attempted to haul your suitcase and bag on the train, you felt arms grab your suitcase and a familiar voice.

'wait!'

You turned around to see Laurie, his hair sticking in all directions, and his face flushed from the snow.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the train.

'what were you thinking? You were just going to leave? Without telling the girls? Without telling me?' his voice was strained and raspy as if he had been screaming.

'laurie I don't have time for this- the train its leaving!' you harshly ripped yourself from Laurie's grip, attempting to chase the train down as it slowly departed, only to be in his hold again.

He held you against his chest.

'youre not leaving. You cant-why?'

You struggled to find your words.

You looked at him million answers as to why. Why? 'why? Really Laurie why? You know exactly why!' you held a finger to him accusingly as you jabbed him in the chest 'you- what happened to us? We were so close. I love you Laurie. That's 'why?'.' Laurie's jaw dropped as you continued. 'i love you and I thought...' your voice trailed off as you swallowed the lump in your throat frustrated. 'i thought you loved me to. And I went. I went to tell you but you already proposed, I was too late. You love her.' your voice dropped with jealousy and anguish.

'what?' Laurie asked his brows furrowed as he bit the inside of his cheek 'who are you taking about? I love you. Only you.'

You were confused. But didn't he propose to Jo? 'laurie I saw you... I saw..but you proposed to jo.'

Lauries faced changed. His eyes widened as his mouth slowly formed into a grin before he started laughing.

'laurie it's not funny!' you exclaim, yet also finding yourself trying to hide your smile, pushing him away playfully.

Laurie grabbed your hands, enlacing his fingers with yours.

'god, i was practicing to propose.' he chuckled ' I was practicing to propose. To you.'

'oh.' was all that left your mouth but it was nothing compared to the whirlwind of emotions in your stomach.

'so what do you say? Will you be my wife?' he asked grinning as his hands revealed a small velvet box holding the same gorgeous diamond ring.

'yes!' you beamed at him, your cheeks flushed as he slid the ring on your finger.

As laurie quickly embraced you, his chin on your head as you wrapped your arms around your torso, Laurie chuckled,

'i can't believe that after all that practicing this is the propsosal.'

'well I guess that's just the way things go.'

a/n I hate this so much but idk if it's just me 😭 I hope it's okay for you guys!

#laurie laurence x you #fem!reader #laurie laurence fluff #laurie laurence x reader #laurie laurence #theodore laurence x reader #theodore laurence #theodore laurie laurence #laurie laurence imagine #laurie laurence one shot #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee chalamet fanfiction #timothee chalamet imagine #timothee fanfic #timothee chalamet #little women #little women imagine #little women oneshot #laurie laurence angst

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her-soliloquies · 5 months

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#merry christmas #let's start on a happy note before going on to the merlin angst as is the holiday traditions #enjoy house and wilson as they not so very subtly partake in a very merry eye fucking activity #house md #house #doctor house #dr house #gregory house #dr wilson #wilson #james wilson #wilson x house #house x wilson #hilson #christmas #hate crimes md #malpractice md #hugh laurie #robert sean leonard

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yrsonpurpose · 1 month

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What are you doing?

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harveylikestoart · 1 month

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Does he think about his mother

#harvey’s arts and stuff #srtuc #samurai rabbit #samurai rabbit: the usagi chronicles #yuichi usagi #usagi yuichi #insert mama yuichi #if they had me in charge… i would’ve given so much angst #oh yeah I was listening to O Superman by Laurie Anderson for this #I DONT KNOW IF YUICHI’S AUNT IS ON HIS MA OR DADS SIDE BUT #I mostly tried doing a similar hair thing for her to aunties #like the sides and having some form of fringe

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the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf · 11 months

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Don't Touch Her - James Wilson x peds!reader

description: y/n will challenge whatever threat there is to her children, at any consequence to herself. James will always be there to pick up the pieces.

word count: 2.1k

warnings: sexual assault, child sexual assault, mentions of rape, yelling, angst

authors note: I've realised I'm great at writing angst!

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House’s pov

I stared at the test in front of me.

Everybody lies.

I held the DNA test in my hand, and I could feel it burn through my skin as I limped my way down to the office of my ‘sister-in-law’.

Knock knock.

“Is that Mrs Wilson in there? I can hear you caring.” I shouted through the wood in hopes of gaining access. The door was flung open. I was met by sunshine itself.

“Mrs Wilson? I thought that was you?” She jabbed. “What can I do for you, House?”

Her face was the picture of innocence, and the smile never left her face despite the witty comment. I worried about her reaction. Usually, I relished in the extent of human outbursts, wondering how far I could push them so long as the consequences never fell on me. But this didn’t feel right. This wasn’t going to be fun. I only prayed I could get to Wilson fast enough before these consequences ricocheted back on to her.

She widened her eyes in a silent question of why I was here. Her eyes flitted down to the piece of paper in my hand.

“Well come on, what medical supervillain are you going to brag about curing to me now?”

“Actually, this isn’t my patient. It’s yours.”

She scoffed at my ambiguity and proceeded to take the paper from my hands.

“What is that supposed to mean?” She giggled at the joke she assumed I was trying to make. But my face revealed the truth. When she received no further taunt or clever wordplay her smile dropped. Without much further thought she practically tore the paper trying to unfold it. Her eyes danced across the words on the page and each word took a little bit more life from her face each time.

In a flash she had exited her doorframe and had unceremoniously crashed into my shoulder. I couldn’t even bring myself to mock her for ‘injuring a cripple’ because as I watched her frame run further down the hospital hallway I had more important things on my mind. Primarily, protecting her from herself. And there was only one person I needed for that.

I limped down a few more doors and finally barged into the one office I needed. Wilson turned away from the new photo he was hanging on his wall. It was him and y/n at the beach.

“Please, come in. Have a seat. Thank you for knocking.” He mocked but I remained unmoved. “You’re not taunting back?” His brows furrowed at the abnormality. “Why are you here?”

I looked to my feet, suddenly afraid of my friend’s reaction.

“Your girlfriend is about to do something incredibly brave and incredibly stupid.”

Wilson carefully removed the nail and placed the picture neatly back on his desk. His eyes never met mine until he said.

“Where is she?”

Your pov

Flames burned my soul, and my heart was filled with anguish. I flew down the hallway. People jumped out of the way when they saw my sunny disposition replaced by hard stone. Normally, I didn’t like feeling like an imposition in the hospital. I would run towards a patients room when they’re seizing whilst simultaneously apologising to anyone who moved out of the way for me. Yet here I was, a torpedo through a sea of colleagues.

I made it. Room 309. The doors creaked at the weight of my push. A mother and father sit at their daughters bedside. 10 years old, in for a heart attack. The two parents turned towards me as their daughter remained peaceful and sedated. I was thankful, as the words that were about to spew out of my mouth were not for young ears. I held up the paper and presented it in front of them like a detective who just cracked the case.

“Three days ago, your daughter was brought in for a heart attack. Because of her extremely young age I decided to keep her in for observation so I could come up with a diagnosis for a myocardial infarction in a 10-year-old girl. I was coming up blank and eventually I was going to have to release her back into your care, but I was terrified. Terrified that if I let you go, I’d be dooming your daughter to a disease I missed. That was until today when I found out that your daughters heart attack was brought on by a short but severe onslaught of emotional distress.” At this point the two parents had closed in on me, eager to hear my findings. At this the mother became confused and sought answers amongst her tears. The father remained quiet.

“Emotional distress-I don’t—I don’t understand? Nothing happened before. We would---I would’ve known?”

I opened my mouth to speak but it just wouldn’t come out as my eyes fell on the little girls sleeping form. My eyes drew in and I decided to merely hand the mother the results which I had been given moments ago. She took them from me with shaky hands. I turned to face the man to the side of me.

“The police are on their way.” A loud shriek exploded from Mrs Hart as the words on the page resonated in her already fragile mind. I stared him down. “I don’t suggest running.”

I made my way to exit the room, preparing to actually call the police but also because, as selfish as it was, I couldn’t be subjected to that level of despair any longer. The screams of a mother learning about her child’s pain were enough. However, I was harshly ripped away from the door.

“What the fuck do you mean by that.” Mr Hart had my arm in an iron grip.

“I think you know. And now, so does your wife.” I tried to pry myself free, but he was too strong, and I was thrown up against the wall.

“What are you insinuating!”

“She had vaginal tearing, and her 10-year-old uterus was filled with semen. Semen that was just confirmed as having your DNA from a test which your wife is now holding the results of. Along with a comprehensive list of the injuries you subjected your daughter’s body to.”

I gained new strength and shoved the significantly taller male away from my body.

“My professional opinion is that when you crept into your daughters room that night and started subjecting her to your own examinations, the extreme emotional distress caused her body to shut down and brought on a heart attack. At least we now have the cure, no more playtime with daddy.”

“YOU BITCH!”

He lunged for my throat but not before I fled the room. I should have ran; found James or House or anyone. That would have been the smart thing to do. But I just couldn’t. This man disgusted me, and he needed to feel it. I needed to say it. The police would deal with him later, but I needed to get a few shots in first. I turned back to face him.

“That little girl in there, she depends on you because she has no one else. She trusts you to take care of her and you treat her like that. Every day I take in children, and I work to save them and I work to protect them. Every day I do my job as best as I can only for there to be people like you who take the innocence of a child and control it for their own perverted needs.”

Now he was fuming, and he stalked towards me. A lion to its prey. My resolve began to crumble, my bravery slowly lacking. He towered over my body, and I suddenly felt the fear that his little girl felt every night when daddy came in to her room. His face was confident, but his body held an anger.

“You’re lying.” His face was now inches away from mine. His hot breath washed over my face, and I began to shrink into my body.

“I have the proof. I have medical proof.” I whispered, my eyes struggling to hold his firm gaze

“Papers can go missing. It happens.” As he spoke his tainted fingers found a new resting point in my hair as they slowly began to stroke through my locks. I shuddered at the action that I ordinarily found so much comfort in. I remembered the nights where I would lie on James’ chest as he ran his fingers through my hair. The memory couldn’t save me from the situation I currently found myself in. As I went to speak I could feel the words crawling back in my throat. ‘Don’t antagonise. Play along. Wait for someone. He’s stronger. He’s bigger.’ But these inner thoughts were overshadowed and my mind replayed the first moment that little girl walked into my care.

“Enjoy your last moments of freedom.”

“I’m not going to prison.” He smirked at this, concocting a plan of escape. I had to say it.

“Really? I hear it’s so much fun for kiddy touchers.” In my peripheral I saw his hands fly up to grip my neck. I gasped. But before I could even feel his icy touch around my throat, he was ripped away from me and his back hit the floor in a matter of seconds.

“Don’t ever touch her.” James stood over his body. Just looking at him I felt my racing heart slow. He wasn’t wearing his lab coat, only his shirt and tie with his sleeves rolled up to the elbows. He panted from the long run from his office. Once he composed himself his professional nature returned.

“Officers, please escort Mr Hart off the premises. I believe Dr Y/l/n and Dr House have the medical proof of the sexual assault of a minor along with the DNA evidence to prove Mr Harts involvement.” The two police officers, who had obviously been called, but not by me, held Mr Hart by his arms as they hoisted him up off the floor. They secured the handcuffs around his wrist whilst reading him his Miranda Rights. “Whilst you’re there you can also add the physical assault of Dr y/l/n to his list of accusations.”

As he spoke, James approached me. At this point, I realised I hadn’t moved since the confrontation. James noticed my thousand-yard stare and approached me like how one would handle a skittish horse. He carefully rolled up the sleeves of my lab coat and he saw the beginnings of a bruise where his hands had gripped me.

I uttered a less than believable, “I’m fine.” Despite the lump in my throat.

His arms eventually wrapped around me, and I sunk into his embrace. He placed a gentle kiss onto my hair. I allowed myself to sink into him more. My head rested on his heart and the gentle thud offered me a consistent beat to focus on.

“How did you know?” My once strong voice came out as a whimper. He only needed to utter the word.

“House.” I felt a warmth spread through my heart at that. He knew. Somehow, he’d known. And James had known. And he knew how to take care of me.

“I don’t need you to defend me.” I spoke, uncertainly, into his chest.

“I know.” James softly said as he stroked my hair and brushed his thumb against the exposed skin of my waist.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He punctuated his sentence with the lightest kiss to my lips. As he retreated, I leaned in to seek him out again and he answered with another, deeper kiss.

We stayed there for a while. Neither of us speaking but our breaths saying everything for us. In that moment, despite what my words said, I had needed him and now, more than ever, I needed him to save me from myself. From the spiralling thoughts that flooded my head ready to push me down further and further. Eventually we separated but our intertwined hands meant I could still make sure he was there, and he wasn’t going to leave. He led me down the corridor, in the direction of his office rather than mine.

“What did you tell the police, when you called them? I was so blinded; I couldn’t even think about following procedure.”

“I didn’t call them. House did. Seconds after he got the results.”

We made it to his office where I remained for the rest of the day. James explained what happened to Cuddy and she allowed me the rest of the day off. James offered to drive me home but, honestly, there was nowhere I wanted to be, nowhere I felt safer than in his arms. So, he sighed and pushed out his chair in a silent allowance. I curled up on his lap as he sat and filled out forms. His left hand wrote as his right gently ran up and down my thighs. We didn’t need to speak; we were just there.

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festus-eats-tabasco · 5 months

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also thalia’s tree is so clearly a young tree. someone help me because I’m about to cry myself to sleep

#pjo tv #percy jackson #rick riordan #riordanverse #thalia grace #laurie’s posts #pjo angst

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bugsinshoes · 25 days

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I want to see your OCs in action!

RAHHHH LAURIE DUMP !!!!!

these are just little doodles of my favourite goober ever <3 shes My Main OC so i HAVE to share more of her (shes all i ever think about)

shes so lovely, it would be a shame if something bad were to happen to her :)

(she'll be fine guys)

#aaaanyways the top text is basically just french canadian for:#“im going to punch this guys face in because hes being a right piece of shit and hes getting on my nerves and im at my fucking limit"#i love her so much i CANT #i promise i will be posting more soon ive just been in horrible art block plus life is very overwhelming atm #some things im gonna post soon is a new laurie ref sheet just with her different ages and stuff #and i mighttt work on some comics with my ocs #idk when theyll be finished but im slowly writing ideas #i also have SO much laurie angst NONE of you are gonna be ready for #laurie wood #gravity falls #art tag #asks

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kermit-p-hob-brainrot · 8 months

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Jeeves and Wooster has taken a hold of my soul

#going from house to this is a wild ride #angst to funnies pipeline fr fr #ignore the hands #I beg of you #jeeves and wooster #jooster #bertie wooster #reginald jeeves #hugh laurie #stephen fry

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onepiecehiperfixation · 1 month

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Mihawk: No. No. No. Shanks. You are being mean. Shanks: Yes... What do you mean...? Mihawk: I have been second to Buggy my whole life in everything, nd I won't be the person you settle for just because you cannot have him. No. I won't do it. Not when I spend my entire life loving you.

#incorrect one piece #incorrect one piece quotes #one piece #one piece incorrect quotes #mihawk #shanks #dracule mihawk #red haired shanks #mihawk x shanks #dracule mihawk being inlove with shanks #mihawk : amy #shanks: laurie #buggy:jo #do i need to explain further?#angst

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zepp-l1n · 11 months

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Proposals

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x Fem!reader

summary: Nikolai's proposal doesn't go as he'd planned. fic type - angst, hurt/no comfort, Little Women esc warning - sad shit, Nikolai gets his feelings hurt. word count - 1,271 a/n: so this is basically just the story version of the Little Women/Nikolai post I made a little while ago. this hurt so much more to write than the "incorrect quote" version.

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The Grand Palace's gardens were constantly the meeting place of the Nikolai and (Y/N). For decades, when the two would be at the Grand Palace, they would be found in those gardens. And just like those times, the duo were walking through the gardens after a small gathering for Nikolai's coronation. They walked side by side, taking in the rows of flowers and various arch-shaped bushes. The scene felt just as calming and serene as it always did.

The two softly talked back and forth as they went along - sharing small jokes and stories. "Nina running off with her Fjerdan. Zoya off to Kerch. And now that you're king, you'll be off in meetings and trips. I'm just not good like Alina, so I'm angry and restless." (Y/N) complained to the blonde boy. She reached out to Nikolai and swayed around, causing the two to stumble a bit.

Nikolai glanced down at her and hesitantly laughed. "You don't have to stay here, (Y/N)." he softly smiled at her.

(Y/N) stumbled forward, chuckling and waving her arms haphazardly. "Why? Should we run off and join a pirate ship again?" she laughed. The girl moved around in front of Nikolai, and stood in her old sword-wielding stance. When she didn't get a response from her friend she slowly turned around. The serious look on his face caused her happy one to drop. "No. No."

Nikolai tried to get closer to the girl. "It's no use, (Y/N)."

(Y/N) stepped back. "Please don't."

"(Y/N), we've got to have it out." he pleaded.

Nikolai tried to reach out for his friend but she hurriedly moved away. "No. Sobachka..."

"I have loved you ever since I've known you, (Y/N). I couldn't help it. And I tried to show you and you wouldn't let me, which is fine." Nikolai's voice came out shaky, and he had to pause half way through his words. (Y/N) tried to throw out another 'no' but was swiftly cut off by him. "But I must make you hear me now and give me an answer, because I cannot go on like this any longer!"

This time, (Y/N) was quick to get a few words in after he paused to take a sharp inhale. "Sobachka, please. Please don't."

"I gave up being tailored. I gave up everything you didn't like. I'm happy I did. It's fine. And I waited, and I never complained because I... You know, I figured you'd love me, (Y/N)." Nikolai cried out. Silence rang through the gardens. (Y/N) didn't know what to say next - she didn't know what to say at all. To her surprise, Nikolai continued again, his voice growing weaker and more choked. "And I realize I'm not half good enough, and I'm not this great man and-"

"No! Yes, yes, yes you are. You're a great deal too good for me, and I'm so grateful to you, and I'm so proud of you, and I just... I don't see why I can't love you as you want me to. I don't know why." (Y/N) cut him off.

The look on Nikolai's face caused (Y/N) chest to blossom with pain. "You can't?" he quietly asked.

(Y/N) though of her words before she answered the blonde, wanting to make sure she said the right thing. "No. I can't. I can't change how I feel, and... It would be a lie to say I do when I don't. I'm so sorry, Sobachka. I'm so sorry, but I just can't help it."

"I can't love anyone else, (Y/N). I only love you." he mumbled.

"Sobachka, It would be a disaster if we married." (Y/N) tried to reason with Nikolai.

Nikolai grew defensive at her words. "It wouldn't be a disaster." Nikolai's tone of voice raised as he tried to make a point.

"We'd be miserable!"

"I'd be a perfect saint!" Nikolai's voiced continued to raise.

(Y/N) raised her voice to match his. "I can't! I can't! I've tried it and I failed."

"Why does everyone expect it?" Nikolai asked, trying to add his own point to the conversation.

"I can't." the shorter girl's voice broke as she mumbled.

"Then why does your family and my mother expect it? Why are you saying this? Say yes. Let's be happy together, (Y/N)!" Nikolai pleaded to her. Both Ravkans' eyes had begun to water.

(Y/N) moved closer to the boy, taking his hands in hers. "I can't say yes truly, so I'm not going to say it at all. And you will see that I'm right eventually, and you'll thank me for it." she hesitantly glanced up at the boy, trying to truly get her point across.

The two stood in silence - the only noises being the soft chirps of nearby birds and their heavy breathing. The air between them was thick enough that one of the kitchen knives could've cut through. They both took the time to try and gather their thoughts. (Y/N)'s loud breathing slowly became more raspy, telling Nikolai how broken this conversation was making her.

"I'd rather hang myself than realize this, (Y/N)." Nikolai muttered.

(Y/N)'s eyes widened. "Sobachka..."

"I would rather be dead." his voice started to raise once again.

"Sobachka, don't say that." (Y/N) begged. Nikolai turned away from the girl, and tried to walk away. His pace was slow, making known how this conversation was affecting him as well. "Sobachka!" she called out. (Y/N) hurriedly followed after him, pulling her skirt up a bit to gain on him. Reaching out, (Y/N) placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to stop his movements. "Listen, you'll find some lovely, accomplished person who will love you and adore you and, and they're gonna make a fine queen for your fine kingdom, but I wouldn't. Alright?"

Nikolai stopped causing (Y/N) to stumble forward. The two stood in front of each other, eyes watery and red, and emotions all over the place. "Yes you would, (Y/N)."

"Look at me. I'm homely and I'm awkward, and I'm odd."

"I love you, (Y/N)." Nikolai interjected.

"And you'd be ashamed of me." (Y/N) added.

Once again Nikolai spoke, "I love you, (Y/N)."

"And we would quarrel because we can't help it, even now." another watery-spoken comment came from (Y/N). "And I'd hate elegant society, you'd hate my scribbling, and we would be unhappy. And we'd wish we hadn't done it, and everything would be horrid." she cried out.

Nikolai looked down, silently taking in everything. "Is there anything more?"

"No. Nothing more."

"Alright." he quietly muttered.

Nikolai turned to walk away but was stopped by (Y/N)'s voice. "Except that..." Nikolai turned back around to face the girl. "Sobachka, I don't believe I will ever marry. I'm happy as I am, and I love my liberty too well to be in any hurry to give it up." her voice came out exhausted and mournful.

"I think you're wrong about that, (Y/N)." as the king spoke his hands reached down into his trouser pockets. Soft blonde curls strayed from his groomed hair and fell down in front of his forehead, matching their disheveled attitudes.

"No." she tried to add.

"I think you will marry, (Y/N). I think you'll find someone and love them. And you will live and die for them because that's your way, and you will." Nikolai's voice matched (Y/N)'s tired tone. "And I'll watch."

Nikolai turned away again, finally making his leave of the gardens. (Y/N) watched as he went, sobs racking through her body as the closet friend she had walked away from their shattered friendship.

#reader insert #netflix shadow and bone #grishaverse #shadow and bone x reader #nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov x reader #paddy gibson #grishaverse x reader #nikolai x reader #shadow and bone #shadow and bone fandom #patrick gibson #angst no comfort #little women #little woman 2019 #laurie laurence #jo march

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swamp-chicken · 1 year

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for the writing prompts, sneaking out to see the stars + ethdubs? also j really like your writing style! :D

make a wish, 1,037 words

bdubs had thought it was all settled after ren stepped down. but really, nothing had been settled. there were still royal emeralds in the shops, inventories overflowing with pie, hermits asking for their diamonds back. they now had twenty useless diamond towers instead of four, and a giant statue of ren overseeing spawn. and--here was the kicker, the real rub, the universe spitting in bdubs' eye--they still needed to build roads!

so the hermits, in true hermit fashion, had called a meeting. and, in even truer hermit fashion, the meeting was stretching deep into the night, issues being endlessly hemmed and hawed over, cleo and jevin feuding, impulse diligently scratching out his notes, and no. roads. being. built.

bdubs balanced on the back two legs of his chair and kept his mouth shut. he had made ren king, that had been his solution. but noooo, the ungrateful public hadn't wanted that. oh no, we don't want fun quests and maybe a little bit of corruption and lots of beautiful roads! we want meetings!

bdubs rolled his eyes. he should be sleeping, but every time he tried to sneak out of the meeting tango shot him a venemous look. it was clear that as long as they were all stuck here, bdubs was stuck here too.

and then there was etho, sitting across the table from bdubs, so still that bdubs knew he had to be sleeping. bdubs pulled a few faces, just to check. there was no response from etho, but, down the table, scar stifled a laugh.

experiment inconclusive, bdubs folded a piece of paper into a neat little origami triangle. he took aim and flicked it full power. it flew across the table and nailed etho straight in the forehead. scar gave a bark of laughter which he smothered into a cough. etho startled awake with a snort, and, after glancing up and down the table, narrowed in on bdubs as the culprit. maybe it was because bdubs was covering his mouth, shaking in silent laughter.

etho jabbed his index finger towards bdubs, then drew his thumb across his neck. the message was clear. "you, dead." bdubs pointed to himself, a picture of innocence. "who, me?"

at the end of the table, false and xisuma were droning on about currency exhanges, apparently uninterrupted by the scuffle at bdubs' end.

bdubs shot his hand into the air.

"you don't have to raise your hand, you know," impulse noted. false and xisuma broke off their conversation and peered down the table.

"permission to speak?" bdubs requested.

"you don't really need permission to speak either--"

"I would like to request a fifteen minute recess! I need to walk around, my back is killing me."

"okay, old man," pearl snorted.

"objection!" bdubs shouted. "I am not old."

impulse sighed. "yeah, let's take a break. but you all better be back in fifteen minutes exactly! we still need to decide what to do with the diamond towers."

the table groaned.

bdubs all but leapt out of his chair. he hadn't been kidding, his back really was killing him. he joined the crowd of hermits as they shuffled out of the meeting room.

etho fell in to step behind him.

"follow me," etho said. "I want to show you something."

bdubs glanced over his shoulder at etho. "what, your fist in my face? I know how this goes, buddy boy."

etho huffed. "it's nice, I promise."

"your mouth in my face?"

etho made a strangled noise and grabbed bdubs' hand, tugging him out of the current of the crowd.

bdubs smiled and laced his fingers with etho's, happy to be led along for a little tête-à-tête with his beloved.

etho pushed open the door, the cold night breeze enveloping them as etho brought him outside. it was almost midnight, the moon high in the sky. bdubs shivered and leaned closer to etho for warmth. "what did you want to show me, cutie pie? a good time?"

"no," etho laughed, "the stars! you never get to see them, sleeping all the time." he was flustered for some reason, which was stupidly cute.

"ah, yes," bdubs intoned, facing the sky. "the stars." he was pretty sure he had looked at the stars before. he may have even been to some.

"there's an asteroid shower I've been keeping an eye on." etho said, pointing into the heavens. "that way, to the south." bdubs tucked himself against etho's front and lifted up on to his toes, trying to align his gaze with etho's arm.

"there, do you see?" etho asked, voice low. his breath tickled bdubs' ear.

bdubs squirmed, trying to ignore the heat ignited in his stomach. he squinted into the sky. sure, there were sure a lot of stars, but they weren't exactly moving... except--"wait!" bdubs gasped. "I saw a shooting star!"

"you gotta make a wish," etho prompted, lowering his arm and wrapping it around bdubs' waist, pulling bdubs flush against him. "that's one server, gone forever."

"oh," bdubs sighed, feeling a little wistful, remembering all the worlds he had left behind, worlds that he would never see again. there had been nether hubs and arenas, airplanes and death games, friends and enemies, castles and crastles-- and through it all, etho.

"I made my wish," bdubs said.

"that was fast," etho chuckled. "was it a good one?"

"pretty good, I think." bdubs turned in etho's arms and kissed his nose through the mask, watched his whole face crinkle into a smile. "and it's mostly come true, anyways."

etho hummed, eyes warm. "long meetings make you sappy."

"and you sleepy."

"are you trying to fight?"

bdubs leaned his cheek against etho's chest, smiling. "no, I'm not."

they stood quietly for a moment, etho smoothing his hand over bdubs' back. bdubs cleared his throat. "and, for the record, you're the sap. taking me stargazing, come on."

etho jabbed him in the side and bdubs pulled back, giggling.

impulse's voice rang out through the night. "hey! where is everyone? recess over."

bdubs pulled back, grimacing. etho's expression mirrored his. "well, back we go."

bdubs slid his hand into etho's and swung their joined hands between them. "I just want roads," he whined.

"I don't want anything!" etho countered.

"you poor innocent guy, getting swept up in all our nonsense. oh wait, you killed me at the king's vault."

etho snickered and tugged bdubs towards him, pressing a kiss to his hair.

they walked back inside and the door shut softly behind them.

#this is all part of my master plan to get laurie to post more angst #ethubs #my fic #hermitshipping #this is fluff fluff fluff can't get enough

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timhalamet · 3 months

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TIMOTHEE C

laurie laurence

paul atreides

lee (bones and all)

elio perlman

hal (the king)

#masterlist #fem!reader #regulus black #regulus black x reader #regulus black angst #regulus black fluff #timothee chalamet x you #timothe chalamet imagine #timothee chalamet oneshot #timothee chalamet x reader #laurie laurence #laurie laurence x reader #laurie laurence fluff #little women #dune #paul atredies x reader #paul atredies imagine #lee x reader #bones and all

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nocturnalazure · 7 months

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#ts3 #sims 3 #the sims 3 #sims 3 story #sims stories #tteot story #erik zay #gloria deville #there's a lot of self-convincing on erik's side #he's not that sure he can make gloria happy #...or even if he should be with her at all #and gloria asking to be his priority...#is it something he is in a position to promise?#argh! angst! self-doubt!#my jam #laurie arc

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e-elizabeth-l · 2 years

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Damian: no

Jon:*walking towards him*

Damian:*walking away* no

Jon: *trying to touch his hands*yes

Damian:*pushes them away* no

Damian: Jon

Jon: what

Damian: you’re being mean

Jon: how am I being mean

Damian: stop it

Damian:*eyes tearing up* just-please stop it

Damian: I have been second to everyone my whole life

Damian: I'm always everyone's second, third, fourth, last choice but never the first

Jon:*opens his mouth*

Damian: in everything

Damian: and I will not be the person you settle for just because you cannot have jay anymore

Damian:*running hands through his hair* I won’t- I won’t do it

Damian: I-I wont’t-

Jon: Dami

Damian: not when I've spent all these years loving you

Jon: even if you despise me-

Damian: I don’t despise you

Jon: I’ve always loved you

Jon: the love I feel for you is different

Damian: would you have chosen me if jay didn't leave

Jon:

Damian: would you have picked me and not him

Jon: I don’t know

Damian: *chuckles bitterly* ok

#Damian Wayne #Damian al Ghul #Damian Wayne al ghul #jonathan kent #Jon Kent #jon lane kent #Jay Nakamura #damiijon #jondami #jonjay #angsty headcanons #angst #I CAN'T I LOVE THEM SO MUCH #but I also love angst sooo #amy march #laurie laurence #little women

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timothee-mybeloved · 2 years

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Meet me in the afterglow

In which an argument with Timothée makes you realize that you can’t live without each other

Warnings: angst, fighting, reader being hated by fans, hurt/comfort, totally inspired by Afterglow by miss Taylor Swift, happy ending, I’m in love with timothee chalamet. There is a fic i read once that was the primary inspiration for this but i have no idea what it was called or who it was by… (bold italics are flashbacks)

Paring: Timothée Chalamet x reader

You had blown things out of proportion and now you had no idea where your relationship laid. Were you broken up? Did you lose the man you loved with your entire being?

Your heart couldn’t accept it. He wasn’t around for you to have a conversation with him about it.

You were a mess.

Truth be told…so was he.

He couldn’t stay but it wasn’t because he didn’t want you anymore, quite the opposite actually. He left because he loved you. It scared him too much to think about.

He couldn’t handle seeing how much it all consumed you. The paparazzi, the fans, the hate.

All of it had gotten in your head, millions of thoughts rushing around

“Am I not good enough?” “What if he leaves me for someone better?” “How do I keep going?”

He sympathized with you, felt pity for you and a little bit of him felt what you were going through but he knew he could never fully comprehend how you felt everyday simply for loving him.

“You know I wouldn’t mind it if you came with me.” He said “I love coming back from work to find you waiting for me.”

“They’ll probably think I’m too clingy.” God knows what happened the last time you had gone with him while shooting a movie. You had dealt with an excessive amount of hate.

People calling you names, saying that you couldn’t leave him alone for one second. It all hurt but you couldn’t talk about it so you wouldn’t burden him. He’s already had to deal with so much.

“Who cares what they think?” He raised his voice “Are you seriously going to let some stupid comments get in the way of our relationship?” He asked rhetorically.

He was right but you couldn’t help feeling this way and you had bottled up so much, you were starting to feel angry.

“Why can’t you just fucking look at it the same way I do?! I have had to go through so much shit so i can be with you, the least you could fucking do is actually be there for me when I need you!” You finally snapped.

“What the hell do you think I’ve been doing all this time? I’ve done everything I can to make you happy and it still doesn’t work.”

“Maybe you’re not trying hard enough.” You say it under your breath but the sigh he lets out lets you know that he heard you.

“For fuck’s sake…” it’s his turn to be angry. “What do you want me to do then? You want me to go on every form of media and tell them to stop saying shit on the internet because my girlfriend can’t stop letting stuff get into her head?”

“I never said that.”

“Well what the hell do you want me to do?!” You had never seen him this angry before and if you didn’t know him, you would think this anger was directed towards you.

“Just go, Tim. I really can’t talk about this right now.” You sigh.

“No, I’m not gonna leave without you, I’m not letting a bunch of mindless idiots on the internet ruin what we have!”

“Tim-“

“You don’t have a say in this so get up and come with me.”

“Timmy-“

“Just stop! you already have your bags packed so let’s go.”

Silence.

“Please…” He begged you.

“I’m sorry…” He was starting to get impatient.

“Fine. Have it your way.” Was the last thing he said before picking up his bag and slamming your shared apartment’s door.

And that’s when you truly lost it, finally bursting into tears after feeling all these emotions bubbling up throughout the past week.

You didn’t mean to make him sad but he also had to look at things from your perspective.

Now here you were, a few days after the argument, picking up the bags that you hadn’t unpacked ever since.

You grabbed your passport and headed out the door, making sure to lock it before making your way to the elevator.

It was going to be a long flight and you knew it but you would do anything to be with him again.

Finally arriving to your destination, a driver had been waiting for you to take you to the hotel he was staying at.

Your heart was racing and your palms were starting to sweat. You knew he wouldn’t be back until a few hours but you still couldn’t calm your nerves.

What if he didn’t want to see you? That’s ridiculous, he would be happy to fix things and start over…right? The only thing you could do was hold onto what little hope you had left and pray for the best.

—

You sat on the bed and awaited his arrival, having slightly calmed down after walking into the room and catching his scent in the air.

Minutes felt like centuries passing by and you almost got up and tried to leave like you had never been here until you heard shuffling from behind the door.

It was dark and he wouldn’t be able to notice you were there at first glance and so you waited patiently until he had turned on the lights.

He was shocked, dropping the coffee cup he was holding.

“Shit!” He flinched as the liquid spilled on the carpet and his shoes.

“Oh fuck! I��m so sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you I-“ You got up quickly, making your way over to him and he just stared at you as if trying to figure out if he was too tired and imagining all of this or if you were actually in front of him right now.

He probably sensed your confusion because he cupped your cheeks, a part of him expecting you to fade away in the process.

But you didn’t, he was holding you.

You were real.

“Fuck it feels like forever ago when i last saw you.” He lets out a breath he wasn’t aware he was holding in.

He pulls you in for a kiss and it’s the first time in what felt like an excruciatingly long week that you genuinely feel true relief.

You feel complete.

“God I missed you so much.” He sighs into your lips “I missed you too.” Your hands moved to wrap around the back of his neck.

“I’m so sorry, Tim.”

“Hey, you don’t have to apologize.” He says while caressing your cheek.

“No no i have to, I was so in my head that I didn’t even think about what this was doing to you.”

“I should’ve been there for you, I should’ve talked to you more, it’s my fault.” Timothée tells you.

“None of this is your fault, okay? Just please don’t ever leave me again. Those past few days have been hell without you.”

“I’m never going to leave you, wherever you go, I go.” He whispers, pulling you close so that your foreheads touch.

“I’ll follow you wherever you go, sweet girl.”

#timothee chalamet #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee fanfic #timothee imagine #timothee x you #timothee chalamet x you #timothee chalamet x yn #timothee fluff #timothee angst #dune #dune part one #call me by your name #elio perlman #lady bird #little woman #laurie laurence #paul atreides

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