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Lots of Love

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Post AoU (WandaNat)

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TW: Mentions of Hydra, Ultron, Pietro Death

It has been four months since Pietro Maximoff was killed by Ultron.

In those months, no one had grieved more than his sister, Wanda Maximoff.

Between leaving the only home she'd ever known in the worst state it had ever been in—the culture shock of America. Testing, training, and above all else, trying to live free once again... it hasn't exactly been easy for the young woman.

Sure, the team, The Avengers, have tried to be there for Wanda. Steve acting as a mentor and trainer for her abilities. Sam there for a good laugh when he wasn't tracking down leads for Steve's missing friend. Clint becoming somewhat of an Uncle with trips to the farm to see little fat Nathaniel and is always there to help with any questions regarding her newfound home.

For instance, a few weeks after Clint got Wanda her first-ever phone, she was confused by words and phrases being thrown at her.

"Clint." Wanda, with her accent still heavy, approached the man who had an arm around his wife as the two sat in the living room watching some reality trash. Wanda secretly stayed up late and watched the night before. "Sam texted the chat and said, lol,what does this mean?"

"It means lots of love," Clint responded without a second thought, earning a slap on the arm from Laura. "Not it doesn't." "Yes, it does." He countered. "Wanda." Laura sat up. "It used to mean lots of love. But everyone uses it to mean laugh out loud nowadays."

While Laura's explanation correct. It confused the witch even more. She looked at her phone and back to Laura. "So when I wrote, Sam Clint mentioned he was going to work on the house today and show me how to tend the horses, but all he's done is sit on the couch for the last two hours. Is this normal? He thought I was joking?" Wanda states, deeply unaware of how insulting the text sounded to none other than Clint's one good ear.

However, Laura laughs hard as Wanda stands beside the couch with an awkward feeling around her.

Clint musters up the strength within him to let Wanda know that, yes, Sam thought she was joking and that maybe she doesn't have to be Avengers-level observant when on the farm.

"Anyways, Birdman clearly doesn't understand the amount of work I do, but he will during training on Monday." Clint winks at Wanda, who shrugs. "I guess." Wanda still a little lost answers, honestly.

"Here, why don't you come sit, and I'll get started on those chores." Clint has Wanda take his place while Laura gets ready to start lunch. "You okay, though, right?" The guy with the weapon choice of two strings and stick asks, earning a nod from Wanda.

Truth be told, Wanda was doing better today. She just kept getting lost in her thoughts. She was excited to be an Avenger. To help others. Fight for the greater good. Save people from a cold, abused life she had while with Hydra. But training was exhausting. Especially when her powers grew more and more each day, that just meant pushing herself further and further.

Sometimes it worked. Like when she could lift and move Steve several feet in the air.

But there were still setbacks. And those hurt Wanda. It made her feel small, like no one would trust her if she accidentally threw Vision just a little too hard into a stack of mats one more time.

Thankfully, Vision has an indestructible head.

But you see what I mean? These last four months haven't exactly been easy for the young woman.

"You start with Romanoff this week, right?" Laura asks as she enters the room again.

There was the last little kicker—the Black Widow.

Ever since the red jacket incident, the only women on the team haven't said, well.. anything to each other. But the two women knew why. Natasha intimidated the younger woman, while Wanda's powers frightened and angered Natasha.

Years of trauma and memories were pulled back to the front of Natasha's mind in a snap, and it destroyed her. Days after the fall of Sokovia. No one saw Natasha.

Days turned into two weeks before Steve was surprised to find her alone in the vast training room before sunrise. Knuckles and feet bloodied. However, she still didn't talk. And when she did, it was in Russian. Something the old man didn't know.

The only person on the team to know Russian. To be able to communicate with Natasha was playing host to the enemy from three weeks prior.

And then the witch was back in the compound. Everyone greeted her. Except one. Everyone showed her around. Except one. Everyone apologized and tried to make conversation about the rise and fall of Ultron. Except two. Tony and Natasha. But Stark is a story for a different day.

So those weeks turned into months, and Wanda and Natasha could be in the same room, but whenever the younger one opened her mouth, the older one would leave, not without a glare or longing stare of curiosity. Those became normal.

So when the question was asked. "You start with Romanoff this week, right?" Wanda started praying to everyone and anything that Natasha Romanoff wouldn't kill her.

_

Wanda and Clint step into the smaller gym reserved for Wanda's training. "Don't sweat it. I talked to her." Clint tried to reassure the enhanced individual, but what he says does the opposite. "Thanks, Clint." She manages to reply through a panic hidden beneath her smile. "Should I warm up-"

"You're late!" The booming voice of Natasha scares Wanda and Clint. "In the future, Clint, if I say I want Wanda here at 7, what time do you think I mean?" Clint rubs the back of his neck, realizing his fuck up. "6:30." Wanda gives Clint a crazy look as he hides his face. "So she's late," Natasha emphasizes. "You can go."

"But I thought I would..." His voice trails off as Natasha raises her eyebrow. She's in a mood already, and Clint doesn't want to end up on the inside of a punching bag. Again. "Good luck, kid. I'll see you later." Clint frantically leaves Wanda without any protection.

"Alright. Stretch. Let's go." Natasha doesn't give Wanda any time before she's already in the middle of the floor doing a pose Wanda has never seen before.

Wanda tried her best to follow suit, but she can't bend like Natasha can. Natasha knows this, too. For the last month since Natasha got the word she'd be training Maximoff, she started doing expert-level training poses three times a day. Even on the days when she was busy, she would find a way to excuse herself to train.

So, as Nat does her moves flawlessly, Wanda falters at every step. Making a smile crack onto the Russians' face. So the little witch needs more help than she thought. Excellent.

"Am I really going to be a pretzel when I'm doing stealth missions, or is this just to punish me?" Wanda complained 45 minutes after Clint left. "It's not called the pretzel." Natasha quickly warns, making Wanda roll her eyes. "Doing stretches like this will make you more nimble." Natasha stops doing her pose and lets out a big breath before standing up in front of Wanda, lying on her back.

"You know I can move things with my mind, right?"

Now Natasha rolls her eyes. "Using your powers won't mean anything if you can't fight or escape a situation using your body. Get up."

Wanda groans, completely tired at Natasha, who hasn't even broken a sweat. She knows I'm not a widow, right? I can't just do what she does? Wanda thinks to herself as she follows Natasha across the room.

However, Wanda goes from thinking about all the stupid poses she just did, to pretzels, to watching Natasha. She walks with pressure on the front of her feet. It makes her silent, Wanda realizes. Wanda's eyes move up Natasha's legs covered by fabric, but the toned muscle underneath can still be seen. The higher Wanda goes, the more her breathing picks up.

Natasha walks in front of Wanda, aware of the wandering eyes behind her. She can sense them from miles away if she wanted to. But here, right now, Natasha feels Wanda's eyes scanning down her back to her butt. Again.

Stop staring

Wanda lifts her face to see Natasha stopping and turning to face her with a smile. Those thoughts weren't Wanda's own. Were they Nat's?!

Green

Wanda goes to open her mouth, but Natasha stops her with a punch thrown to her hip. Not using ALL of her strength, but the Russian could've been kinder.

"Ow fuck!" Wanda screams, using her favorite American curse word. "What the hell?!" She lifts her eyes up to see Natasha with a smirk on her face in a fighting pose.

She's such a poser, Wanda thinks as the pain in her hip subsides.

"You need to be ready at all times. Observant always." Natasha takes a step towards Wanda, who puts up her hands. "So instead of staring at my ass, you could've been assessing threats!" Wanda's cheeks go red. She was caught. And those thoughts she heard were Nat's. Shit.

"Oh please, you're not the first person to ever look." Natasha snarks, dismissing Wanda's embarrassment. "Now, will you try to train or think about me some more? I can do both. Can you?" This makes Wanda want to fight. She doesn't like being called out for a mistake like this one. She didn't even mean to stare at her ass that second time! (She did.)

Plus, seeing Natasha saying this many words in this close proximity is throwing Wanda for a loop. If she didn't know any better, Wanda would think Natasha was being friendly.

"No powers. Remember." Wanda nods. "You should speak up when I talk to you, Maximoff." Wanda glares daggers that bounce off the redhead. "Yes. No powers."  Natasha smirks. This the first time she's been able to get under the skin of the person that sent her spiraling.

After circling each other once more, Wanda tries to make the first move. But Natasha was counting on it. When Wanda lunges forward, she fully extends her arm—mistake number one. Romanoff grabs Wanda's bicep and pulls her off balance before Nat sweeps Wanda's legs, causing the younger woman to fall face-first on the mat.

"Wow. Are you sure you've been training with Steve?" Natasha mocks with a smile. Whether it was her intention or not, Wanda is getting upset. But when her face, back, and ass land on the mat in succession, followed by mocks, Wanda thought she went from being upset to pissed.

It didn't help that every time the Widow got the upper hand on Wanda, she could hear Natasha's thoughts.

Red jacket

Sloppy

Should've grabbed here instead of here

"You're trying to fail."

Green eyes

She can't rely on her powers

"You're made of marble."

Like I said. Wanda thought she was pissed. So when she got up from the mat quicker than Natasha anticipated and charged, Natasha couldn't do anything but take the hit as the two fell to the mat again. Wanda quickly holding Natasha's hands above her head. "Finally!" Natasha exclaimed through the tiny amount of pain she felt. "It's about time you got that emo anger back."

She immediately made this a lesson that Wanda failed to see it was. Even though Wanda used all that she had without her powers, Natasha didn't flinch. 'Emo Anger.'

For the multi-hundredth time since entering the compound, Wanda was hurt. It was written on her face. Natasha could look up and see it but wasn't sure what to do. For the second time since the flight back from Sokovia, Natasha saw Wanda as something other than the opposition. She saw something else. But first...

She was about to see Wand cry.

That chipped away at the rough exterior Natasha had built up since they met. "Hey Wand-"

The tight grip Wanda had on Natasha's wrists melted away as the more petite woman started to cry. Her body sliding off of Natasha's, landing on her side. Natasha quickly and without thinking wraps her arms around Wanda, sending jolts of electricity through their bodies.

It was then Natasha realized that, yes, she was terrified of Wanda's power but not Wanda. For the last four months, Natasha had been observing Wanda. At first, it was a way to protect her team members from an outside threat, but it slowly and somehow became a crush that hadn't made itself known till this second.

As Natasha held Wanda close, the witch cried more. She was mentally tired and physically exhausted. She was sure Natasha hated her even more now, and all she wanted was her brother. She wanted to speak to him one last time. Tell him that he was loved. That her favorite shows weren't the same without his complaints. She wanted to see him.

But here she was, lying on the floor, crying into the arms of the Black Widow.

"Let it out, Wanda... It's okay.." Wanda, through her calming tears, heard the sweet murmuring of Natasha. And through more sniffles and confused thoughts, Wanda couldn't help but say: "Do you hate me?" Natasha peered over Wanda's face.

Green eyes

Pink lips

Wanda's sad-looking eyes opened wider at the sound of the other woman's thoughts. "I don't hate you, Wanda."

"But you did." Wanda counteracts. Natasha thinks as she moves a hand up and down the witches back. "I did. But that was misplaced. I'm sorry for that." Wanda couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her brain was still stuck on the thoughts from earlier.

Natasha is thinking about her.

Natasha doesn't hate her.

Natasha apologized.

Natasha.

Wanda looked up to see Natasha already looking at her. "Are you feeling better?" Natasha asked. "Yes. Thank you." Wanda answered, but neither one moved. Natasha kept her arms around Wanda. While Wanda kept her face near the crook of Nat's neck. "Cinnamon."

"What?" Natasha had a smile people would pay to see. Or would be killed if they saw it. "Your hair. It smells like cinnamon. The great Black Widow uses cinnamon-infused shampoo." Nat rolled her eyes but couldn't help but be happy in this moment. "Lavender." She replied. "That's what you use." Natasha looked down at the smiling teammate, who wiped her eyes free of any remaining evidence of tears.

She saw it—a smile on Wanda's face.

A smile that Natasha made happen.

Beautiful 

Wanda pushed her head into Natasha in an effort to hide the fact that she read her thoughts and to not let Nat see her blush.

"Natasha." Wanda's muffled voice hit the spy's ears. "Yes?" Wanda was nervous on what to say next. She hadn't felt this way in a long time. "Your thoughts... I can hear them. I promise I wasn't trying. They were just loud."

Silence.

When Wanda had the courage to poke her eye out of Natasha's neck, she saw her staring away. "I think we should end training. I'll let Steve know that-" "Wait, Natasha, I didn't mean-" Natasha tried her best to pull her arm out from under the witch, but the Black Widow trained Wanda. So, in one fell swoop. Wanda gripped Natasha's arm back and kicked her forward, so Natasha surprisingly was on her back once again.

In an instant, Wanda was on top of her.

"It's okay," Wanda spoke closer to Nat's face than ever before. "You're not who they made you to be." Natasha's eyes became sad, knowing that Wanda had seen the memories she made her relive months ago. "You're not made of marble, Natasha. You're made of so much more. I like you because of that."

"You like me?" Natasha's voice cracked. She was thankful no one else was around to hear that. "Well, I don't hate you. And you don't hate me." The woman on top spoke.

Slowly and carefully, Wanda began to lean into Natasha more. "Is this okay?" Wanda asked. Natasha nodded and brought her face up until their lips softly touched one another. A quick kiss turned into another and another until the nervousness was gone, and all that remained was the lust for more. "Natasha.." Wanda began to moan as Nat's roaming hands slid down Wanda's back.

Natasha smirked. An accent never made her name sound so good.

In the far corner of the gym, Clint was retracing his steps. It had been over an hour and a half, and no one had yet come out of the room. Alive or dead. So Clint took it upon himself to make sure everything was alright.

But once he saw his two teammates tangled with one another, he decided to exit and text his wife.

"I think I'm going to have to make some upgrades to the guest bedroom on the second floor."

"lol."

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Ch2 - Boxers or Briefs?

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You end up drifting off at around six and wake up to both your alarm blaring at half past eight and your head throbbing with a similar kind of ring. You get out of bed, sighing as you trudge to the bathroom, getting ready for class.

You swap your pyjama bottoms for jeans and throw a hoodie on top, grabbing the bag you carefully packed the night before (one of your few good habits) and a banana you stuff into your mouth as you leave. Once you arrive in class you silently sit next to your group of friends and grab the closest source of caffeine.

“Black coffee? Are you fucking with me? You’re such an old man oh my god!” you exclaim after taking a big gulp of the stolen coffee.

“Yet you’re still happily drinking it? Fuck off that’s mine, you kept me up late I need it!” Doyoung retorts.

“I didn’t do shit actually. If I remember correctly you told me to shut the fuck up and you went to bed. And you ignored me! A lot! I told you, I’m sensitive!” you pout as you hand him back his coffee. During this interaction the rest of your friends sit there in confusion, you don’t bother trying to explain, not enough energy.

“Okay did y’all fuck or what?” Jaehyun asks pointedly, and Johnny tuts at him for his explicitness. Instead of replying you wink at Jaehyun and ignore Doyoung’s disapproving glare. Jaehyun gasps dramatically, “Oh my god y’all really fucked? I thought you guys were like archenemies, but FINALLY!” his words catch the attention of the people sitting around but it doesn’t last long as he offers them his signature charming smile as an apology.

“We didn’t fuck, they texted me at three am and five am, calling me a bum and a poopyhead? They’re actually so immature. How you’re at such a prestigious university I’ll never understand. Perhaps you paid your way in? Fucked the dean of admissions?” he turns to you, quirking his eyebrow.

You give him a smirk, “Darling, you don’t need to worry about how eventful my sex life is. If I were you I’d worry about yours.” you poke, knowing full well Doyoung prioritises his studies over relationships. It is something you admire but you would never tell him that, god no, you would never give him the satisfaction.

“Should I be envious that your grades resemble your sex life? Full of Ds?” he snaps back, and you purse your lips to stop a snort, as you reach down to pull your laptop out of your bag and hide your face.

Before the lecture starts you reach your hand over Jaehyun to grab Doyoung’s coffee once more, finishing it with a quick gulp before smiling sweetly and dropping it into the bin beside you at the end of the row.

“That was uncalled for.” Doyoung’s jaw tenses and he glares at you. If eyes could kill, you would be dead ten times over by now. Nothing new though, you’ve grown immune to his stare considering how many times you’ve fallen victim to it. Annoying Doyoung is the highlight of your day—no, week— and has become part of your routine.

“Guess what?” you lean over the desk and beckon Doyoung to lean over and meet you in the middle. He stares at you blankly, refusing to move, and you roll your eyes, “Your face was uncalled for.” you grin, once more, before returning to your seat and focusing your attention on the start of the lecture.

“For fucks sake, the stubble in my armpits keeps stabbing me. It's so uncomfortable!” you rub at them, hoping to soothe the skin. Johnny laughs and Doyoung rolls his eyes. “I don’t think that’s information we needed to know.”

“Your face isn’t information we needed to know.” you bite back, sticking your tongue out at him,  watching his jaw tense and teeth grinding.

“You know, if you keep grinding your teeth like that, you’re gonna flatten them all. You’re gonna look like an old man with no teeth at the age of 25!” you snort, pointing your finger at him.

“I wouldn’t grind them if you didn’t stress me out so much!” he scoffs.

“I wouldn’t stress you out if you didn’t stress me out!” you immediately return. Johnny is laughing at you both for the entire duration of this conversation and inwardly you congratulate yourself for providing such brilliant entertainment.

“What the fuck do I do?” he asks as you three reach the McDonald’s, “You exist.” you deadpan, ignoring him as you walk past him to get into line. He rolls his eyes for about the twentieth time today and doesn’t respond. Doyoung decides it’s better to ignore you back.

“Johnny, Dongyoung, what do you guys want?” you ask.

“Umm, cheeseburger, fries, strawberry milkshake,” Johnny responds, followed by silence. You look expectantly at Doyoung.

“Hey? You big bum, what do you want?” you ask Doyoung, poking his side. He falters for a second, “Uh, Chicken nuggets, Large.”

You nod and turn to order, “But why?” you look back at him, confused, “Why are you ordering me food?”

This time it’s you who rolls their eyes, “Are you rejecting free food? Okay, I see how it is.”

“No, I’m not! Just wondering...” you ignore and order, telling them to sit down as you wait for your food. Once you return with the food you sit down, drinking your hot chocolate and munching on some chips.

“Yo, have you guys watched the new Pokémon movie yet?” Johnny asks. You shake your head.

“It’s probably gonna be shit. People go for the Pokémon, not the plot.” Doyoung pokes. “The plot is the Pokémon you dumbass,” you respond.

“Regardless of the plot or the Pokémon let’s go watch it!” Johnny suggests excitedly. Reluctantly you all make your way to the cinema, buying a large popcorn to share, and get your tickets for the movie.

“Hey, Doyoung?”

“What?”

“You’re an expired waffle.” The room may be dark, but you don’t need light to know that Doyoung was rolling his eyes.

“You’re a useless paperclip.” he retorts and at this, you gasp “Kim Dongyoung how fucking dare you.”

He smirks and feigns innocence, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You narrow your eyes at him and give his wrist a light slap, “You know exactly what I’m talking about! I used that insult and you said it was dumb and now you’re using it!”

Doyoung slaps your wrist back, “A dumb insult for a dumb person eh?” your mouth is wide open. You’re astounded that he dares give you this attitude, so you do what any normal person does— you grab a handful of popcorn and drop it down his shirt.

This, of course, causes Doyoung to yell and a little girl to stand up from her seat, turn around and say, “Excuse me can you please be quiet?” Doyoung grabs at your hand, still hovering over his shirt and you both politely apologise. Johnny is cracking up, as expected, and Doyoung is boiling with anger. You can practically see the steam tumbling out of his ears and the scowl across his face is clear in the light from the screen.

“You’re helping me get it off!” still with your hand in his grasp he stands up, pulling you along with him, and some popcorn falling to the floor with a crackle.

“What the fuck am I meant to do?” you whisper but he pays you no attention and urges you to walk down the stairs.  The audible crunch of the stray popcorn under your feet after every step makes you wince and Doyoung’s grip on your wrist remains tight. Reluctantly you follow him out of the theatre doors.

“You’re such a fucking child! Now I have popcorn stuck in my boxers, Y/N, my BOXERS!” he frantically pulls on his shirt, trying to rid himself of the small kernels.

“You seem more of a briefs guy to me...” you respond with a cheeky smile, attempting to keep the mood light-hearted.

“You’re going to pay for this!”

“Hey, I bought you McDonald's, didn’t I?”

“That doesn’t give you a free pass to shove popcorn down my shirt! What is it with you, seriously!” his irritation only heightens with your responses, allowing for some harsh words to fall from his mouth.

“Do you have any common sense at all? We’re trying to watch a movie for god’s sake, and you’re just playing around like an immature child! Can you not be sensible for one fucking moment?” you furrow your eyebrows while listening to him berate you.

“Alright there, Mr Kim, maybe you wanna slow down for a second? Go clean yourself up and take a breath.” you try to be the sensible adult he doesn’t think you can be and hold back with further insults.

“Oh great, now I seem like the bad guy,” he says, giving up in trying to rid himself of the popcorn remains.

“Don’t worry, we know in this situation you’re the adult and I’m the child you get to lecture.” You cross your arms and squint at him, struggling to hold in your own irritation.

“Your passive-aggressiveness is really subtle you know!” you take a step closer and tilt your head with a sweet smile, “Well I learnt from the best!”.

His jaw tenses and your eyes quickly flit to it before returning to his, “Seriously, stop grinding your teeth— but you don’t need to take my advice! Who in their right mind would listen to an immature child, right?”

You try to walk past him to go back into the theatre but Doyoung lightly grasps your forearm. “I didn’t mean what I said...”

You turn to look back, faces only centimetres away but eyes filled with spite, “Yes, you did. In your eyes I’m nothing but an irritating child, but you’re right so it’s fine.” you yank your arm away and re-enter the theatre, returning to your seat.

“Everything okay?” Johnny asks.

“Yep. He just got really pissed.”

“Oh, because of the popcorn?” Johnny offers you a sympathetic smile.

“Because I’m apparently immature and dumb and can’t be sensible.” you scoff.

“I mean, you did chuck popcorn down his shirt...”

“And he’s slipped ice down the back of mine? It’s mutual. Or at least I thought it was.” you sigh, frustrated that the day had to turn sour so quickly for no good reason.

You and Johnny end the conversation there, even when Doyoung returns. The extent of any other conversations consisting of the occasional comment about the movie. The movie ends, and you take your time getting up, stretching your limbs and yawning.

“That was actually a decent movie.” Johnny expresses.

“Yeah, it was okay, but I feel like it was more plot twist than plot,” you joke, both boys chuckle and hum in agreement but you pay no attention to Doyoung.

“Let’s go get sushi?” Johnny suggests. You groan in response “I’m a broke bitch and I bought us all McDonald’s earlier! Only if you pay?” you give Johnny a sweet smile, but he responds with a look of pity, “Hoe, I’m broke too...”

After exchanging a knowing look for a few moments, you both turn to Doyoung with that same sweet smile, and he knows exactly what you want.

“Ugh fine, but there’s a cap on how much you can spend!” he groans and begins walking ahead while you and Johnny cheer together.

Johnny links his arms with yours as you follow Doyoung to the restaurant, the time filled with absentminded chatter.

“Alright fellas, I need to go to the toilet, don’t kill each other while I’m away!” both you and your frenemy roll your eyes and ignore him, continuing to eat your meals.

After about thirty seconds Doyoung breaks the silence, “I’m sorry about earlier.” and while you would love to snap back with something rude and witty, you swallow your anger and echo his short apology.

Johnny comes back and, although you still aren’t speaking, he can sense the tension has dissipated and is content with the progress. A few more jokes and beers later you all end up outside of the restaurant, Johnny insisting he’s fine even though he keeps mixing up his home address with a bar nearby and you send him home by taxi, opting for a train as you’re not sure your bank account could take another hit.

As you and Doyoung live relatively close you take the same train home and so are walking to the same train station.

“Uh, can we stop here for a second? I need to get some things.” he pauses outside of a convenience store and you give him a small nod. A few minutes later he remerges with a white carrier bag in his hands.

The pair of you continue walking, breathing in the cold air, and he pulls out an item from the carrier bag, grasping your hand and placing the item in your palm, before closing your fist and giving it a tight squeeze.

“Drink this tea before bed, it’ll make you sleepy, there’s no caffeine.” you chuckle quietly at his gesture and tuck it inside your backpack.

“Why did you get me this?”

“I didn’t want to wake up to your dumb messages calling me a poopyhead,” he complains of fake annoyance.

The corners of your lips turn up slightly and you utter a soft “Thank you,” but that’s all until you get to the train station and make your way onto the train.

The lights are bright compared to the dark sky presented behind the dusty window. A few people are scattered along the carriage, a man in formal wear, a few students, an older woman, and some young men.

A stop in you hear a whisper in your ear,

“Actually, I do wear briefs but they’re all in the wash so I had to resort to boxers,” at first it startles you, not expecting the warm breath, but you smile and turn to look at him. Doyoung tries to suppress a smile and look straight ahead but as you continue to stare at him, laughing quietly, he can’t help but let a few noises escape. He then quickly buries his face in his hands and you both melt into a pile of giggles.

“I can still feel the popcorn scratching my chest,” he says in-between snorts, “You deserved it, to be honest,” you counter,

“You always say I deserved it!”

“That’s because you do!”

Your loud laughter gains the attention of the few people in the carriage and you begin shushing each other, it doesn’t make it any better, but you continue regardless.

A few seconds later Doyoung grabs at your hand and pulls you up, “Our stop!” dragging you along and he runs off the train. It takes you a few seconds to realise what’s happening but you’re already off the train, hearing the beeping signifying the doors are closing only moments before you leapt out. Doyoung stops suddenly and you crash into his side, unprepared for it.

“Woah there!” you grab onto his arm for stability, “I can’t believe we almost missed our stop,”

Doyoung laughs and starts walking towards the exit, “See, I’m so reliable. Unlike someone...”

You roll your eyes, “I almost got smushed by those doors, less reliable more lucky!”

He looks at you with fake offence, a hand on his chest in a mock upset, “You’re just rude that's what you are.”

“You’re just rude, that's what you are.” you imitate him with a high pitched voice, and he narrows his eyes at you before shoving your hand off his arm and speeding his walking up.

“Nooo! Doyoung! Don’t be mad!” he continues to walk away silently, and you speed up to match his tempo. You get to the crossing where you go separate ways, he continues without you and so you get his attention the only way you can.

“WE’LL TAKE THE HIGHWAY TO HEAVEN AND I CAN’T WAIT TO LOVE YOU ALL ALONE—” he runs after you and slams his hands over your mouth to stop your screeching, taking a few steps backwards due to the force of colliding. He lowers his hand slightly to your shoulder and places his other hand on your back to stop you both from falling.

You hold onto his jacket and laugh, and his head hangs low in shame, “I can’t believe you I really can’t. You’re insane, you know that right?” you continue to giggle and just nod in response. He shakes his head, but you can see the corners of his lips turning up, “I should’ve left you on that train when I had the chance.”

“Nooo,” you whine, “You can’t leave ME! I’m your BEST FRIEND!” he gives you a dirty look and you shift your attention to the other students passing by in a group, “Guys! I’m his best friend!” they just chuckle, and one yells “That’s nice!”

You turn back to Doyoung, who is groaning and embarrassed, “You’re not my best friend! We’re enemies, remember?” he widens his eyes and shakes his head at you, “That’s not what you were saying last night...” you trail off. He narrows his eyes again, “Last night you called me a poopy head and I told you to go to sleep...”

“Didn’t say I was your enemy though!”

“Didn’t say you were my best friend though!” he offers you another dirty look and you pout in response.

“Hey, Kim Dongyoung, don’t be mean!”

“I’m not! I’m—”

“BABY YOU A BAD GIRL WATCH YOUR MOUTH—” he pulls at your jacket to try and drag you home, “Shut up you’re gonna wake everyone up!”

You let him drag you, reluctantly, “No I won’t, I’m not even that loud!”

“We’ll take the highway to heaven,” you finish with a sulk.

“I swear to god you’re such a child!” he groans.

“Yeah, but I’m your child.” you retort and he looks at you in confusion,

“I’m not your dad?” you wink in response, knowing full well you’re not making any sense, and he lets go of your jacket, shoving you away, the playful atmosphere quickly being replaced by a cold one. You finally feel the cool breeze of the wind and there’s a bitter taste in your mouth.

“Why do you always do this Doyoung?” you’ve both stopped on the side of the road.

“Do what?” he asks, his expression showing irritation.

“We’re having fun messing about and then you get all cold and icy. Just like at the cinema.” you finally spill what’s been on your mind for a while now.

“I don’t! You put popcorn down my shirt, of course I was gonna react like that— if anything you took it too far!”

“That’s just how we play around is it not? You’ve done plenty of similar things. I honestly thought we were friends who joke around that they hate each other, but I guess not. I guess you really do hate me and you’re just not able to tolerate my bullshit anymore.” he furrows his eyebrows and opens his mouth to say something, but you don’t give him the chance.

“Goodbye, Doyoung.” you say before walking away, leaving him standing in the cold.

[youarejesting]

BTS Seoul mates: Dream couple.4

[MASTERLIST]

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Rating: A little angst

Warning: If you are triggered by Finances, Poverty, mortgages and Disappointment. Please don’t read.

Summary: You saw him every night in your dreams since you were a child. He was funny, a great dancer, really close with his friends. The only problem was you couldn’t see his face. In dreams, every face you see is one you have seen in real life, so you knew you had never met him. That is until your friend shows you her favourite band.

Hoseok was happy to be home, he enjoyed the comfort and familiarity of his own room. Laying across his bed his mind reeling from their holiday in New Zealand. It was such a lovely experience. I hope Army enjoy the footage and they love our girls as much as we do. No one could hate my Dream. He grabbed his phone and sent you a message, telling you that he had arrived home safely. 

Hoseok got the overwhelming feeling of being trapped in his own thoughts. Needing to speak with someone he walked to Namjoon’s room and knocked on the door. “Hey Namjoon, oh are you busy?” He saw his leader looking just as tired from the flights and car rides and holiday away from home. Yet he looked happy, his smile masking his low energy. He was face timing his soulmate. 

“It’s all good you can talk, what’s wrong you look upset?”

“Well we have all found our soulmates and they are all planning to visit except for Y/n, she can’t afford it. She is working to pay for uni and support her parents and family” Hoseok said from the doorway. 

“Namjoon I have the jumper that Jungkook borrowed- sorry Hobi Oppa did I interrupt?”

“I was just discussing how my soulmate can’t come to see me because she is working to support her family.

Beau leaned on the doorframe thinking quietly, waving at Namjoon’s soulmate through the phone. She hummed listening for a while before leaving abruptly, Hoseok raised an eyebrow and sighed “it can’t be helped and she won’t let me pay for anything. She doesn’t want it to appear like she is using me”

“I got an idea Oppa, follow me” Beau popped her head back from the hallway with a laptop and video camera in hand. She sat down and explained her plan to Hoseok before beginning a live stream on her channel. “Hello everyone it’s Beau, I am making a live stream for a young girl, who has a really rare soulmate link. She found her soulmate but is supporting her family and working to pay for her tuition. I am asking my fans and followers whether the leftover fund you had donated for me to find my soulmate can help her reach hers” 

There were many Army who donated for you to visit Hoseok. Beau checked the time, it was the morning where you lived. Making a phone call from to your Parents, Hosoek and Beau explained what they wanted to do. They seemed on board with the idea. Though they had only spoken to Hoseok twice, they loved him dearly. Especially when he wanted her to finish her degree. The donation covered her University fees entirely with leftover for her to visit Korea if she wished. 

Hoseok called you next and explained that they had paid for your tuition. You were so shocked and thankful. Sending a message to the fans with tears rolling down your face. “That means any money I make is my money to come see you” you sniffed the idea of being able to see your soulmate overwhelming. 

Hoseok watched you happily but he yawned getting tired from jet lag, “We should sleep now love, I will see you in my dreams” The live stream ended and Hoseok felt better with what had happened and laid down on his bed drifting off until he appeared in your bedroom.

You were working out your bills with Uni fees now completely covered. You lived with your family so you didn’t exactly pay rent. You made on average two to five thousand dancing and at the cafe about eleven dollars an hour not including tips. 

The nice young girl named Beau who was one of Hoseok’s friends’ soulmate asked for your bank details to transfer the donations and within the hour you had paid your fees and had money to spare. There was Twenty-four thousand leftover in your account, you had never felt this secure in your life. There were no worries of making it through the week, no budgeting, no skipping meals to pay for your father’s medicine. The moment the exams were finished you wanted to be on a flight to Seoul.  

It was happening you were going to go see him, you grabbed your bag it was early in the morning but you were going to wait outside the post office until they opened to get some papers for a passport. And then you would book tickets plan what to pack.

As you stepped out of your room, you heard your parents talking at the dinner table, “thank gosh we don’t have to worry about her fees” 

“Now it’s just the mortgage” your father sighed 

“How much is left?”

“Last time I checked there was about thirty thousand” your father sighed rubbing his face looking wearily. “And then I can finally start saving to retire”

Your family were like the Weasleys so many people under one roof, the guilt set in and you looked at your bank balance on your phone. You leaned your head back against the wall and looked up at the ceiling. “Hoseok, I am sorry, I just can’t leave them like this.” 

Sending the money to your families mortgage repayments. You had a plan, grabbing your work bag you went to the cafe early to wait tables. 

As soon as your shift ended and you got a few tips which you were happy for. You drove across town to the club switching the work bags in the boot of your car.

Getting dolled up in the dressing room, you were going to work hard. You put on a bright neon purple piece that flowed under the black lights it was eye-catching. You needed eye-catching while other girls wore red, black and white all blending in and looking the same you wanted to draw attention. You headed out to the stage and wrote your name down for multiple dances, you were going to work hard. 

Dragging your aching feet into the change rooms you showered removing the smell of alcohol and cigars from your skin. Pulling on a pair of sweats and a hoodie, your face felt lighter now that it was free of makeup. Stashing away the tips you had made just over six thousand and you drove home stopping by a late-night ATM and transferring the money into the machine. 

The lights were on in the house when you got home, you checked the time it was 4:30 your father must be getting ready for work. Sending the money from your bank to the mortgage it was fully paid off. Relief flooded through you. Not only does the money you make now go to you, the money your family makes got to them. You no longer felt guilty.

You father was getting ready to work sitting at the breakfast bar drinking a coffee and eating some toast. You had about three hours before you had to leave for uni you had to pack your dance bag and some lunch. 

“y/n?” he called softly and you turned and walked over. He turned his laptop towards you and he sighed “I received an email saying that twenty-four thousand dollars was transferred into the mortgage account yesterday. You walked over and hit the refresh button watching as the numbers in the account went from owing to saved. “but that was money for you to go overseas people donated for you”

Another car pulled into the driveway and your father looked guilty and sick “I will go overseas now that I know everyone is able to live comfortably here debt-free. Look I am in love with Jung Hoseok and when I go over there it will kill me to have to leave, so there is a chance that I will live in South Korea for the rest of my life. I want to go over knowing that everyone and everything is okay right now”

Your mother walked in dropping her keys on the bench looking tired from the night shift at the hospital “how was your sleepover you look tired again y/n?”

“It was good” you smiled your father explained what you had done and your mother cried hugging you. She apologized that you had to sacrifice such an opportunity, that they had failed as parents for letting you pay it.

You knew this whole time Hoseok had been watching so you excused yourself to lay down in your room exhausted, “I’m sorry I really wanted to see you but I needed to do this first. I needed to settle this, so I could leave, because something tells me when I see you I won’t ever leave you so I need my family to be financially stable”

“My fund to come to see you is now at zero, but I will work hard, I promise” Hoseok touched your cheek and you smiled softly drifting off to sleep, you were so tired and he just wanted to hold you and tell you everything was okay and he understood.

[coyoted]

OPEN.

   ‘     will you stay --------------- PLEASE?     ’

[hyunmintae]

You frustrate me.

MONSTA X drabble

#128: ”Don’t touch me. We’re fighting.”

Requested by: @dameviolencia

Pairing: Kihyun x Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, and implied smut

Hi, Hi, Hi I’m back :) Sorry for the long wait and all things of the nature!

Kihyun stood leaning against the door frame of the living room massaging his temples gently.

“I just don’t understand why you got so mad? All she did was hug me, Y/N.” Kihyun said, looking down to the floor at Y/N who was seated on the floor in front of the couch, the end farthest from him.

“I got mad because she literally looked dead at me when she hugged you! She stuck her tongue out at me, Kihyun! Then she walked past me and purposely bumped my shoulder and said I didn’t deserve you, that she did.” Y/N said, trying her hardest not to yell at him. 

Kihyun sighed and walked over to sit beside Y/N only to have her move away from him. He reached for her hand but she pulled it out of reach.

“Stop being like this. I didn’t do anything wrong!” Kihyun yelled, growing frustrated.

“You-You-Ugh! You let her treat me as though I wasn’t your girlfriend. I know you heard what she said, all of the other boys did.” Y/N said, her face turning a light shade of red.

“What was I supposed to do? Push her away? She was a fan, a fan whom, might I add, came to the fan signing to meet me and the boys. I couldn’t just push her away. I did hear what she said, but I couldn’t just call her out on it. In front of everyone.” Kihyun tried to explain.

Y/N sighed, giving up on trying to make him understand why she was so upset. Y/N moved to walk around him but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to him. 

“Y/N... please..” Kihyun whispered. 

“Don’t touch me. We’re fighting.” Y/N scolded, pulling her wrist from his grasp and walking to the bedroom. Y/N shut the door to the bedroom quietly, tears falling down her face. 

Y/N never understood why Kihyun never said anything when these things happened, she didn’t understand because all the other boys said something. Kihyun always stayed quiet though, which was odd to her considering he was her boyfriend not the others.

There was a soft knock on the door before it opened a crack, Kihyun poking his head in. 

“Baby.. I-I'm sorry...” Kihyun whispered stepping inside the room and shutting the door.

“For what? You didn’t do anything wrong.” Y/N mocked his earlier statement.

Kihyun sighed and walked over to Y/N placing his hands on her hips and pulling her close to him. Kihyun smiled softly at her as she looked down at her feet, her tears still evident on her cheeks.

Kihyun lifted his hands up and cupped her cheeks, wiping away the tears with his thumbs. Kihyun kissed her cheeks before wrapping his arms around her waist tightly, squishing her against him.

“I don’t say anything because I don’t want the other fans to take it wrong and start stuff. I don’t want them to eventually hurt you more than the person who speaks to you harshly. The monbebe's are sweeties but they can be so harsh.” Kihyun whispered in her ear before kissing it.

Y/N sighed and rested her chin against his shoulder and wrapping her arms around his middle, she leaned up and kissed his jawline.

“But the other boys always say something. You just sit back quietly.” Y/N said, pulling away from him again and pouting.

“That’s because they know I don’t want to say anything and that I’m not going to. They say something because they can't get in trouble for it. When they speak up everyone just takes it as second hand self defense.” Kihyun explained.

“If I had said something they would have taken it as you were making me be mean to a monbebe that did nothing wrong.” Kihyun said.

“I suck at explaining things, but do you get what I mean?” He asked, kissing her temple.

Y/N nodded and looked up at him, “Make it up to me Kihyunnie.” She whispered.

“Hmm, how do I do that?” Kihyun whispered, backing her up before falling onto the bed softly with her.

Soon enough clothes were scattered around the room and Kihyun was laying half on and half off of Y/N. He was playing with her fingers and Y/N played with his hair. 

“I love you.” Kihyun whispered moving to sit up against the headboard.

“And I love you.” Y/N said, leaning her head on his chest before kissing it.

Kihyun smiled and wrapped his arms around Y/N and held her tight.

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[beckgreyauthor]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age - All Media Types, Dragon Age: Origins, Dragon Age: Inquisition Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alistair/Zevran Arainai, Zevran Arainai/Female Warden Characters: Alistair (Dragon Age), King Alistair (Dragon Age), Zevran Arainai, Elissa Cousland (mentioned), Anora Mac Tir Additional Tags: Letters, Long-Distance Relationship, Unrequited Love, Secret Relationship, Roleplay, published role play Summary:

Alistair has been secretly holding a torch for Zevran for the last 10 years, although they haven't seen each other since the Blight. Now, as Guildmaster of the Crows, Zevran sends Alistair a curious letter. Could things be about to change?

OR... What happens when you take a Ferelden King, a decade, a huge crush, an assassination plot, and an Antivan Crow and shake vigorously.

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The following is a published roleplay where EarlGreyer writes for Zevran and I Ponticle write for Alistair. This entire work is written in letters, where the action between segments is inferred. We hope you love it! :)

World State: Zevran and the HoF were in a relationship until she sacrificed herself to end the Blight. He spent the next decade running the Crows. Meanwhile, Alistair has ruled jointly with Anora. This entire story takes place against the backdrop of DAI.

[cosmickid-inmotion]

Roman's Masterlist

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Blog is fully underconstruction as I change from romanarose to cosmickid-inmotion.

If theres something you want to read, check if the link works. If it doesn't, you can just take the link and change out romanarose for cosmickid-inmotion and it'll take you!! Thank you for your patience!!

Moon Knight

Triple Frontier

The Last of Us

Star Wars

Logan Howlett

X-Men general

X-Men Restaurant AU HC's: Headcanons about the x-men working in a chain restaurant together. May do more going forward, scenarios and things like that!

Venom

Safe with Me: You open up to Eddie and Venom about being sexually assaulted.

Narcos

If You Wanna Be Wild ft. Santiago Garcia: Javi and his new partner, a young Santiago Garcia straight out the military, begin to take down Lorea with the help of Candy, a charming and beautiful prostitute.

Needy Little Thing: Javi makes you ride his boot to prove to him how much you need him.

Miguel O'Hara

Take It All: Miguel throat fucks you. That's it.

Couch Sex: Rough couch sex and communication

Surrender: Miguel surrenders to you

The Card Counter

Washed In Black: William Tell meets a much younger cocktail waitress and although he initially rebuffs her advances, he soon finds himself inviting her along on his travels. Just for the summer... right?

Inside Llewyn Davis

Shelter from the Storm: Llewyn meets her and she shows him kindness. He finds a way to pay her back. ♥️🌶

The Gladiator II

Sacrificial Lamb: Desperate to win a battle, Marcus Acacius sends a request for a maiden to sacrifice her life and her body for the good of your city.

Clint Flood

Pretty Boy: Transmasc! reader. Clint fucks you till you pee. Amen.

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