#also choosing left/right when I'm not fixed is so hard

[lushslug]

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[shotmrmiller]

I'm your only situationship.

A/N : yall i stayed up til 324 am writing this. I felt like if i went to bed still only having it as a thought and not on 'paper' thats unacceptable. If i gotta think about this then so do yall! it was also supposed to be a small one shot but it got wildly out of hand im not sorry.

18+ MDNI

TW: typical smut, EXPLICIT mmkay im talkin clutch ur pearls explicit.

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Simon had finally come home from a grueling 6-month mission. All he wanted was some Kentucky bourbon with you at your favorite seedy bar. 

Once he was home, Simon cleaned up, put on a black clinical mask, and sent a text to you to meet him there. As he finished his first glass of the night, a rather attractive young woman approached him, asking if she could buy him a drink. 

“Isn’t it supposed to be the other way around, lovie?”

“Not at all. This is after all the 21st century. I’m simply asking— wouldn’t want any missus at home getting upset.”

“There’s no one at home for me, lass.”

“Well then, how about you get yourself another glass, my treat, and we’ll see where this night takes us?” 

He slightly nodded —he’d never say no to a free drink— and as she left to order a drink, he took his phone out to text you again.

“C’mon, pet. I’ll cover the tab. Too good f’me, now?”

His phone vibrated a minute later.

“I can’t today, Si.”

“Why not? I know you don’t go out on Sundays.”

As the young woman came back, drinks in hand, he lifted the screen to read your response.

“I’ve got a dick appointment~ It’s been a year and then some and I’m gonna claw at my walls if I don’t get a fix ASAP.”

Simon goes tense— soft blues hardening to a silver and he’s gripping his phone so hard it might crack. He pulls up your contact and calls you within seconds.

“Hiya, Si!” 

“What the fuck is a dick appointment?”

“Oh,” you giggle. “I forget you older folk don’t know ‘bout that. It’s just a one-night fling. No commitments or nothin'.’ Exactly what I need right now.” You don’t tell him that the reason you’ve practically regrown your hymen is that when you’re best friends with Simon, every other male in existence pales in comparison. 

“Anyway Si-, he’s getting here in like an hour-”

“No.” And hangs up. 

The young woman who’s casually rubbing his bicep and shoulder gets practically flung off of him, as he gets up off the bar stool so fast it’s falling back with a loud clang, and he’s yanking his leather jacket on and pulling on his leather gloves so hard they’re about to become fingerless—

“Hey! I thought you didn’t have a girlfriend?!”

One gloved hand gripping the front door, he turns his head slightly to her and says, “Pet, with how good I’m gonna fuck her, she won’t even have to ask to know she’s mine.”

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You’re standing in the bathroom with your liquid eyeliner in one hand and phone in the other, staring at the ended call screen. ‘Weird,’ you think, then shrug and put the phone down. ‘Maybe the call got dropped.’

You finally complete the look with your false lashes when there’s a very hard knock on your door. You frown as you look at your phone screen. ‘7:14 pm’. You know the guy said at 8 and you’re in one of Simon’s big shirts he always forgets and your hair is still tied up in an oversized pink and white polka dot scrunchie— The pink leopard print booty shorts you’ve got on will suffice. 

The second time there’s a knock it’s even louder. 

“Jesus Christ, I’m coming!” 

You open the door and say, “I’m sorry I took so long, I—”

Simon flies past you, with a rough shoulder bump and you turn to look at him and he’s almost sprinting to the bedroom, slamming the door open—

“Simon, what the fuck? What’re you doin—”

“Where is he?”, he snarls.

“Who?! Are you talking about my date? He’s not getting here til 8! And why’re you slamming doors in my apartment like you pay my rent?!”

You see Simon deflate immediately at the important part of your answer and chooses to ignore the rest as he takes off his jacket and walks to your hall closet to hang it. Closing your door and locking it, you growl out,

“You need to leave. I haven’t even finished getting ready. I promise I’ll—”

“No, pet.”

“Will you quit interrupting me! Simon, I swear—”

“Pet.” 

You’re holding a scream behind your teeth, about to rip the hair out of your scalp when you see Simon take one loop of his mask off from around his ear and then the other. You gape. You’ve seen Simon without his mask— that isn’t the reason you can no longer find your voice. It’s the way he put his gloved middle finger in between his teeth and pulled it off so sensually. You can feel your cheeks and ears radiate heat from just seeing the tip of his pink tongue. Christ, you’re down horrendously.

You open your mouth to say something, anything, to distract yourself from the fact that you’re getting wet over an interaction so chaste when Simon is touching your ass, giving it a hard squeeze, before moving down to the back of your thighs and lifting you up. You startle at the movement and throw your arms around his neck out of habit, hoping he won’t drop you in the move to your bedroom.

He presses you against the wall with his hips, then grabs both of your ankles from behind his lower back and hooks the back of your knees over his forearms. Simon noses your jaw and starts grinding his clothed erection deliciously hard over the definitely wet spot on your shorts and growls out, 

“If you think,” grind “that I’m gonna allow My,” grind “Girl,”  grind—and you whimper in his ear,  “get fucked by some little cock two pump chump,” he gives a forced chuckle, “you must be daft, pet. Or maybe you’re doing it on purpose, eh? Trying to get my attention? Well, you’ve got it now. “ 

He moves his face to hover his lips over yours— you can lightly smell the bourbon he drank earlier— and he whispers, “You ever like this and I’m around, you come to me. And if I’m away, you wait for me like a good girl and when I come back I’ll give this,” he taps your pussy over your shorts, “greedy little cunt all the cock it can take.”

With a shaky breath, you nod before he kisses you, his bourbon-flavored tongue curling against yours, and you’re moaning into it because you’ve wanted this for too long and he’s finally touching you. Curling your fingers into his ash-brown hair, you move your mouth to his neck, to the right of his adam’s apple, took a bit of skin between your teeth and sucked. 

Simon hisses, dips his fingertips into your flesh hard enough to bruise, and all but yanks you off the wall to toss you onto your bed. 

You yelp as you bounce from the force of his throw— you’re still bouncing on the bed when Simon grabs the waistband of your shorts and knickers to pull right off, which you’re grateful for because the grey knickers you got on aren’t what anyone would wear for a first, second nor third impression.

Simon grabs both of the back of your knees with one hand,  goddamn bear paws, you think, before you feel his tongue in between your lips— so warm and wet and fuck, you needed this, needed him— and he flicks his tongue up and down on your clit. He sticks his long middle finger into you and it goes in without resistance, you’re slippery, drooling over his wrist and finger that’s curled up into the rough patch of nerves against your gummy walls, that he’s pressing into, over and over. God you’re about to come, your legs shake in his one-handed hold and you’ve got a white knuckle grip on the forearm you’re sinking your nails into—

Simon pulls away. You were so close, your eyes start watering because he can’t possibly be this mean to you but then you see him shove his tongue in between his middle and ring finger, eating up your nectar when he says, “The first time I’m gonna make you come, it’ll be on my cock. I want to see the frothy white cream you're gonna leave at the base.” 

You’re nodding hysterically at this point, anything for him to make you come, anything for him.  With a twirl of his index, he’s telling you to get on all fours. Scrambling, you turn over and arch your back— resting your head on your forearms— and you feel his calloused palms run down from your spine to your ass cheeks before he gives it a spank. 

“You have a condom?” 

You shake your head and you mewl out, “No, but I’m clean.”

“Good. I don’t want anything between us.”

You arch your back further, pressing your ass further into his hips when you hear his belt buckle clank and zipper open. Simon brings his palm to your other cheek, reddening it. 

“Fuckin’ hell, pet. Look at you spread out for me.” 

You feel warm velvet over steel over your slit before he slowly pushes inside, not all the way but about a little over half of his length, remembering that your g-spot is a little closer to the front. Fast, relatively shallow thrusts hitting your spot with almost clinical precision have you reeling, your orgasm about to break you, mind and body. Hands tightening painfully, you shatter— loud, high-pitched whines, ringing in your ears and pussy pulsing around Simon’s thick girth— and god, Simon doesn’t stop thrusting. He keeps the same smooth rhythm and you’d think he’s unaffected by the tight vice your pussy has him in— but you hear him, low, deep groans and a tighter grip on your hips telling you otherwise. 

He pulls out to bend over your back, completely covering it, and he murmurs in your ear, “I hope you didn’t think we were done. My girl wanted a fuckin’, now she’s gonna get it.” 

He takes off your pink, silly scrunchy and you see it around his tattooed wrist before he grabs your hair into a makeshift ponytail and is leaning back up and forcing your back to arch under his pull. You feel his leg at the height of your hips— propped up, foot flat on the bed and knee bent and the other straight on the floor and all you can think of is how this man is gonna kill you with his cock. 

Simon snaps his hips forward, fist full of hair pulling back,  stretching and filling in one strong thrust, bottoming out. He gives you no reprieve, no time to get used to how fucking deep he is, and sets an intense, firm pace that has you feeling a pinch below the navel every time his hip bones slap against your ass, balls to the clit and you love it. Every pinch in your lower belly has your pussy making a squelching sound and you can’t help yourself— you reach underneath your body to feel how split open you are with two fingers, encasing his cock and feeling the skin drag with them as he pulls out.

That has him hissing air between his teeth, he’s about to come but doesn't want it to be over so he pulls out, and opens your cheeks to spit in your furled hole, before pressing in with the pad of his thumb, and you’re almost screaming. He moves back a bit further to spit in your pussy, not that you need it— you’re drenching the sheets underneath you— and now he’s spearing you with his tongue before curling it, getting your juices pooled on it before coming back up, lips smacking, and he grabs your hair in his ponytail and now he uses his other hand to curls his fingers and palm over the front of your throat and that's all it takes for your vision to darken and arms go limp but he’s again, fucking you through your orgasm and this time you leave a creamy white ring at the base of his length. 

“Oh, fuckin hell.” He groans out and it sounds desperate and you know he’s close.

“Come in me, Simon. Please fill me up, I promise I’ll keep it all in.”

He gives a strained chuckle and says, “Pet, I can barely pull out of a driveway much less this tight little cunt.” He squeezes your throat hard, strands of hair popping out of your scalp and his cock feels massive, the pinch in your stomach feels like a cramp from how deep he is and he lets out a low drawn out moan that lasts 3 thrusts— and then there’s warmth filling you up, so much so it leaks from the sides of where you two are connected. Simon lets go of your hair and you fall face-first onto the bed, exhausted. Defeated. Back properly broken. You officially know what it’s like to get fucked within an inch of your life and you love it. 

He pulls out slowly, with a hiss from both of you and with one hand on your left cheek, he spreads you to look at your stuffed hole.

“Fuck. I love seeing me drip out of you.” 

You’re about to tell him to sod off when the doorbell rings and the both of you stiffen and lock eyes. With a mean snarl, Simon grabs a towel from your bathroom and his mask before stomping his way to answer the door, pink obnoxious scrunchy still on his wrist.

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[magics-neptunes-things]

Secret Love II

So, here we are with the second part! I don't really where I'm going with it right now to be honest, so I'm just gonna I’ll just let my imagination run wild.

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P.S Part one is HERE

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A few hours after leaving your hotel room, you return there hoping to be as discreet as you were before. On tiptoe, you reach your bed and slip under the covers, your mind always with Alexia. She also went to her room, you both agreed that it was important to enjoy the last hours of sleep before dawn. While you are looking for sleep, you don't realize that Ona’s breathing is no longer as deep as when you left, indicating that she is awake.

"... going to be late!"

Ona’s voice comes to you like through a fog and you need a few blinks of eyes to finally fix your gaze on her face.

"Breakfast is in seven minutes, you know how is Vilda with late people"

Oh man. You jump of your bed, frantically searching for your clothes by making more mess than anything else. You sprint in the bathroom to wash your face and comb your hair in a messy bun, trying to get the sleep of your face.

"Ona go, don't be let yourself" you say to your roomate.

"You sure?" she asked, popping her head by the door.

"Yeah"

"Ok. Your shirt is upside down."

You swear before you put it right, jump in your sneakers and go out slamming the door of the room. Obviously the elevator doors close a few meters from you, so you decide to take the stairs. It’s a miracle you’re on time and you're not even the last one.

You spot Alexia, sitting next to Jenni and Irene, with the same fresh, rested look as if she had slept 12 hours straight. This woman, you thought, before serving you a breakfast tray and looking for a free place.

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"Y/N what's that?"

You turn around but Aitana had time to have a close look to the hickey Alexia made two days ago. Her loud question made everyone turn around, even if you all were supposed to be focused on your strength exercises.

"What are you talking about?" you ask, your mind racing while looking for a good excuse.

"You got a bruise on your neck"

At this point those who were furthest away turned their attention to their exercises, but you feel that the look of several of your teammates burning your back. You crossed Alexia's eyes for a second and open the mouth to talk, but another voice answers before you.

"It must have been when you fell while getting ready, the morning you were late. I thought she was gonna break her neck."

The second sentence is more for Aitana than for you, but she seems to accept this answer with even a small laugh before grabbing his dumbbell again. It's Ona's look that you cross this time and since you don’t know what to tell her, you’re starting to do your exercises again.

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"So, you and Alexia uh?"

You were back in your room, reading a book while listening some music. It was free time but it was so cold outside that you didn't want to go out for now. Ona had said nothing until now, even during the meal time when you found yourself sitting in front of her. Even if you knew the subject was coming at some point, you appreciate the fact that she chooses to be sure she isn’t being heard by anyone to bring the subject.

"Well... Maybe"

You can't fight back the smile on your face and your vague answer seems to be enough for your roommate.

"Who knows?" she asked.

"No one, apart from Alexia’s mother."

"Even Jenni?"

You bite your lip and shakes your head. You know Alexia want to talk about it with Jenni, she's her bestfriend after all. But you had a rule and she just get with it.

"We got together six months after I arrived in Barcelona, I had a hard time understanding what was happening the first time she tried to flirt with me."

You smile in spite of yourself, the flirting was not necessarily the strong of Alexia but you always found it touching.

"And then we broke up when we lost against Wolfsburg, she thought our relationship was what kept her from focusing on the game and the win."

You swallow with difficulty, these memories being particularly dark for both of you. But now that you’ve started talking about your story, you can’t stop. Especially since the Catalan seems to be an excellent listener.

"After that we lost the final... It was awful. I spent every second trying not to look at her, not to show anything to anyone. No one knew and they thought I was disappointed that we lost the final when I was in reality heartbroken."

Lost in your thoughts, your gaze on your hands, you notice only when you feel her presence that Ona left her bed to sit next to you. She places her hand on your arm and you look up at her smiling, which must probably seem strange to her given with what you're saying after.

"Weeks and months passed and we found ourselves training for the Euro. And you certainly don’t need me to remind you what happened with her ACL."

Ona’s grimace speaking of herself, you continue, leaning against the wall behind you.

"I wrote her several times to tell her that I was thinking about her, but she didn't answer. I didn't expect her though, I knew that she had cut contact with almost everyone. But when we were eliminated and I returned to Barcelona, I found her one time on my doormat. She was... I never saw her like that Ona. She was destroyed."

The memory of this moment gives you shivers and you shake yourself mentally to return to the present.

"I let her in and she talked about her insecurities. She told me she was supposed to be in rehab in 15 minutes, but she didn’t want to go. She felt that it was useless and that she would never play again. So I threatened to call her mother and took her there. That’s when we started seeing each other again and got back together soon after."

There was a small silence, during which Ona seemed to digest the information you had just given her. With frowns, she looks at you thoughtfully when answering.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was this deep. And I’m sorry you both had to go through this without being able to tell anyone."

"It's in the past now. I can't talk for her but she makes me really happy. You really saved us this morning, but please keep it to yourself for now"

"I will"

She smiles and you kiss her cheek before she gets up to go to the bathroom. Thinking it's better to inform Alexia, you take your phone.

You - Can you talk?

Mi Reina ♥ - Yes, what's up?

You - Ona knows about us, I kind of just told her everything.

Mi Reina ♥ - Well she kind of cover you up this morning so it was obvious Guapa

You - Sorry if my girlfriend can't keep her lips to herself :)

Mi Reina ♥ - Touché.

Mi Reina ♥ - Can I talk to Jenni about us, since Ona knows?

You - If you want to, it's ok for me.

The next day, it didn’t take you long to realize that Alexia had spoken to Jenni. You have surprised the gaze of the striker several times, examining you with a thoughtfulness look. Every time you catch her looking at you, you were foolishly blushing and it was only when Alexia slapped her head that she stopped looking at you.

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Time pass and here you are, at the final of the World Cup. The more you advanced in the tournament, the harder it was to manage time for you and Alexia. But you had a few moments, thanks to Jenni and Ona who covered you a few times. You didn’t escape Jenni’s threatening conversation, based on "Hurt my best friend and you won’t see the light of the day again" but other than that she seems to have given you her blessing.

You were in the locker room once again, but this time it was the Final. You were playing against England, your last game of the tournament. You're not really listening what Vilda is saying, focused on your boots. You start the match, next to Alexia, Ona, Jenni and your others teammates. You’re stressed, you can’t wait for the game to start now.

You haven't forget the promise Alexia made this night in your hotel, but you haven't bring to topic again. Even if it doesn't happend, you couldn't be more happy.

What it seems an eternity later, you were on the fields and the referee was blowing in her whistle. You made it, you were World Champions. Tears of joy and relief invaded your eyes and you find yourself caught in a collective embrace, without really knowing who is tight against you. Cries of joy, tears and the cheering of the crowd around you seem to come from far away.

When you are able to stand up, you find yourself facing Ona who also huggs you before mumbling "I have to find Lucy". Of course she have to, not matter what is her relationship with her, they are really close.

You search for a particular person too, your eyes scanning around for pink hair. When you spot Alexia, she's on the ground and Jenni is helping her to stand up.

A bit like in a dream, you start running towards her before throwing yourself in her arms. The mix of emotion makes you feel like you’re floating when you wrap your legs around her waist and she hugs you back.

"We did it" you say, while she keeps you in her arms.

"Yes we did" she answers, with the most beautiful smile in her face.

If you weren't already madly in love with her, you'll probably fall again right now.

"So… What now?" you asked soflty after some seconds of silence you passed admiring her.

"I'm going to kiss you."

And she did, barely letting you the time to understand what she said. Keeping you in her arms, she approaches her face to yours and places her lips on yours, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Of course you hear exclamations of surprise around you, but you can’t focus on anything other than Alexia. She ends up putting you down, letting go your lips for a few seconds to catch her breath. You then kiss her a few seconds later, drawing her as close as possible.

You may have won the World Cup, but ultimately your greatest victory is her.

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 | Part 1

Something's not quite right anymore.

Tags/Warnings: Game Designer!Jungkook, Non Idol AU, established relationship, Angst [Tags will be different for every part!]

Length: 1k Words

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"I'm gonna heat up some leftovers, do you want some, kook?" You call out- but there's no answer, causing you to sigh as your shoulders slump down.

It's been going like this for a good while now- your boyfriend and young gaming enthusiast too invested in everything but you at this point, a total contrast to how he used to be. People would tease him for constantly bringing you up in every conversation left and right, but these days, both directions of his are filled with other things he seemingly deems more important than you. And it's not like you're asking for much- but he by now even forgets to say goodnight, instead focused on whatever he's doing on his laptop and pc or phone.

You're not sure what happened. It's like you've gone back to being just roommates and nothing more than that.

You still plate up a portion of the leftovers for him, despite no reaction coming from the game designer in the other room- just like you always do. It's like you're just a maid, cleaning after him and feeding him every day, and it's frustrating. It reminds you of what you swore yourself you'd never be- you don't want to be tied down to a guy like that, who's just gonna become lazy and won't appreciate you being there for him. That's not the life you want to live.

And yet, you also love him, and you know he's not usually like this. So what changed?

You walk into his room where his equipment is all set up, knocking on the doorway to try and get his attention. He hums a reply, leans over a bit- but he doesn't ever move his eyes away from the screen, blue-light filtering glasses on the bridge of his nose reflecting what he sees. "...warmed up some food." You mumble, as you set the plate and cutlery down on his table- exchanging it for the dirty dishes from this morning. He's working from home these days, and that hurts- because you've been taking time off for once to spend it with him, just to end up taking on another job it feels like.

Full time maid. Huh.

"Thanks." He mumbles, and you just take the other dishes with a sigh, moving to leave- when he whines, and leans over, one of his hands leaving the keyboard to tap his cheek- and you can't help yourself but lean in to kiss it, thinking it might be a sign that he's coming out of his odd hibernation. But he just smiles for a moment before he grows focused again, shutting you out once more as you leave the room to go back into the kitchen to wash the dishes in the sink.

Moments like these are the worst.

It's like he keeps luring you back in with the tiniest of things to keep you hooked, keep you hoping that things might just be getting better- and then they won't, but you've got your fix so you feel at least somewhat satiated. And another part that's been severely lacking, is intimacy.

If he ever actually graces you with any kind of attention in bed, it's usually when you're both about to go to sleep. It's sloppy, tired, exhaustion clear in him even though some might argue that he's just sitting in front of a screen all day. But you know he's not- he's working hard, and it's his dream job, too, so of course he's putting in extra effort to make it count and make sure his work can't ever be replaced. And if it was just that- determination towards his own career- you wouldn't be this upset. But he's got time.

Clearly. He goes out with his friends here and there, but he never has time for you. Like he chooses to ignore you.

It's also odd that he suddenly has such a huge workload on himself, when before, he's not even been working this hard if he had to crunch towards a deadline. No, these days it appears as if he's working all the time- and it's caused even a moment that left him more than embarrassed, body so worn out and under the pressure of whatever stress he's going through, that he just.. couldn't get it up.

Maybe that's it?

No, it really can't be. You're made sure he knew that you didn't mind it, that you understood and that you'd probably even forget it soon anyways. And that night, he still slept close to you, didn't seem too upset about it anymore as he held you like always, snoring away until the alarm clock woke both of you back up at five AM sharp.

This is stupid. What's really going on?

It's late when he finally emerges from his office, entering the bedroom where you're already under the covers, and from the way he's still dressed, it's clear that he isn't coming to bed any time soon. "Kook, no.." You whine, reaching out for him as he opens the dresser to take a fresh shirt out. "You've been working all day!" You complain, but he just sighs, as he changes shirts, turning around after he's finished throwing the black fabric over his upper body. He crawls onto the bed close to you, pecks your lips- and you hate it.

Because the way you does it feels like an apology for what's to come.

"I know, but I already told the boys I'd be out.." He hums against your lips, and you're really trying hard to keep him, hands on his cheek moving to snake around his neck. "I won't be back too late." He promises, but you just pout at him, making him attempt to kiss it away. And for a moment, you feel like you might have a chance-

But then he chuckles and parts from you, leaning back.

"Now go to bed baby." He smiles, getting up to walk towards the bedroom door. "I'll be quiet when I come back, yeah?" He asks, and you just turn around to hide under the covers, huffing a somewhat answer out.

Unaware that deep down, it really pains him to treat you this way. But it'll be worth it.

He'll make sure of it.

[bbanghiitomi]

| upside down

synopsis: kim minji who has lived in the same dorm for almost 3 years suddenly receives a surprising new roommate, this one — she knows will forever change her life.

— non!idol!kminji × non!idol!ill!femreader

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"teacher? why are you here?" minji asks as she watches the familiar old woman in front of her doorsteps, carrying a large bag with a small smile. it hasn't been long since she saw this old woman inside her dorm she always manages to pay her visits and ask her about her well-being every now and then. ms. hwang is a teacher for the handicapped, she lives in the same building and takes care of students who are disabled — she herself is also disabled, yet she finds it in her to help other students surpass what they think is impossible.

minji isn't one of them, but she knows a few — ms. hwang have basically lived her life helping students in need, minji has witnessed it a couple of times and is proud of the old woman, often trying to offer her dinner sometimes when she comes home late at night and sometimes helping her pack up things or carry heavy stuff to another building or room.

as for minji, she's been living in the same building for almost three years, she's had different roommates who have left not for too long — she experienced the worst and the best, this place is basically her second home. her last roommate was a girl named pham hanni, she has left after choosing a different university but they are still contacting each other and will often visit each other's place. hanni was technically her best friend, this is coming from minji who has never really had that much friends growing up, she's good at socializing but the problem always lies with her lack of connection with people; often ending up with her completely losing contact with another person.

"minji! i have some good news." ms. hwang enters inside as she mumbles a small excuse, minji gives the older woman some space and closes the door as the old woman walks her way to the now empty room.

"is this about the roommate i was asking about?" minji has been living alone for 2 months, that meant she had to pay the whole dorm without sharing it with anyone and it's been hard for her wallet. minji walks around and watches as the teacher starts cleaning the room and fixing the bed.

"yes, she's gonna move in here tomorrow. you told me to assist the papers, right? and so i did, everything's already fixed and by tomorrow we'll wait for her. okay?" minji widens her eyes and then nods, standing on the door frame of the room, she leans and crosses her arms as she takes a deep breath. "that was really fast, i appreciate it ms. hwang, this is like my first time inquiring you about a roommate." minji chuckles to herself, it's true — all the time she spend living in this building, whenever she'll look for roommates, she's always the one discussing it with the person, she's also the one accomplishing the paperworks.

just this time... it's been a busy term for minji, she's always out at the university campus working on her labworks, she's also busy with helping students with their academic papers, it has become her part time job and it pays quite well — enough to suffice her needs and as well her wants.

"it's alright minji, you're always working hard and diligently, i'm pretty sure your advisory appreciates your presence and your advice. let me take care of this for you even just for once." ms. hwang says as she finishes fixing the bed, she walks around to start cleaning up the table and minji walks outside to the corridor, then walking straight to the living room slash kitchen.

she stands in the middle, minji even as she's standing in the middle of a cramped room — it still feels as if it was empty, there's a light above her, she's getting taller and taller; next thing she knows her head will eventually reach the ceiling. minji has always felt so lonely, even before she was in this dorm — there's always an empty space lingering in her mind, she could be in a sea of crowd but eventually she'll feel lonely, stranded.

the lack of communication with her family fuels this feeling inside of her too, she doesn't even remember the last time she's had a conversation with her father — and although she wants to, it's hard for her.

tomorrow, she'll welcome the new addition to her collection of roommates — guessing by the fact that ms. hwang is the one working on the requirements, minji can already tell that her new roommate isn't the same as the last ones, a person with disability — it's not a bad thing but it's new...

"minji... tomorrow, make sure to welcome her very warmly. i promise that she won't be a problem to you, i just hope you also take good care of her and give her your full support." minji watches as ms. hwang walks past her, her round eyes follow the elderly woman who walks to the door of her dorm, carrying the her things. minji opens her mouth but then closes it again, before nodding with a small smile.

"alright, i got this ms. hwang. don't worry about it."

the next day, minji comes home to see that the living room is occupied with ms. hwang and a man in his mid-40's, they were conversing as they sit on the couch. minji silently enters inside, carrying her backpack and a few papers in her hands. as she was walking past the living room, ms. hwang may have been able to feel her presence and that's when the old man looked at her too.

"oh my minji, you're finally home!" ms. hwang greets her, minji nods and smiles sheepishly.

"hi ms. hwang, good evening mister." minji bows at the pair.

the man acknowledges her presence and gives her a small nod with a smile. "good evening too ms. kim, it's nice to meet you." he says, minji looks at ms. hwang who signals her to sit down to which minji did.

"yes, nice to meet you too sir. i hope you feel comfortable here." minji says as she takes a seat and places her belongings on the small coffee table in the middle.

"it's mr. jang, i'm happy my daughter is staying at this place. it's not the biggest but it's clean and safe, the closest to the university she's studying at and the hospital. my daughter also likes it here." minji can't help but smile at the words from the man, she nods in agreement and clasps her hands together before speaking once again.

"i'm glad you feel that way, i'll make sure to keep this place the same and i'll be very responsible." minji tells the man, receiving a satisfied look from ms. hwang. "you know sir, minji is a very responsible student, she takes her job and studying seriously and keeps a good look on the dorm. i'm pretty sure she'll be very helpful with your daughter's stay here." ms. hwang says, minji looks at the woman and then to her feet, staring to grow curious about the new roommate she'll be sharing the place with.

"i'm happy to know that." mr. jang glances at his wristwatch and stands up. "y/n's sister is looking for me now, we have to go and take care of y/n's medications and for now, i'll be trusting the two of you. take care of my daughter." he says as he lives and walks out of the dorm, minji stares at thin air as she starts to think about what this man truly feels.

it's the fact he seemed nonchalant about this whole exchange, how there's no sign of sadness lingering in his voice, but it's very obvious he is in deep fatigue — the bags under his eyes, the wrinkles and the whites of his hair — he's strong, it's clear to minji how much this man cares for his daughter and how he's willing to do anything to help her.

"minji, i'll be taking my leave now. y/n already ate dinner and is staying in her room. for now, you can go ahead and take a rest. i'll come back tomorrow." ms. hwang leaves and all minji could do pull her lips into a thin line, sitting alone on the couch as emptiness starts to crawl around her.

as soon as the clock strikes 9am, "teacher!" minji opens her door to see ms. hwang coming inside the dorm, carrying her bag as she walks inside the now occupied room, it seems like y/n was calling out for her through this small telephone connected to ms. hwang's room.

"hi ms. hwang." minji greets the older woman, the older woman smiles back at her. "hi minji, i need to go inside y/n's room, it's time for her weekly exercise." she whispers before entering inside the room and closing it immediately. minji stands in the middle of the corridor, pursing her lips as she slowly nods, turning around to look at the room next to hers.

minji blinks a few times before walking to the kitchen to grab the box of cereal and notices the newly bought foods on the shelves, it's now cramped — back when she was living alone, the shelves barely had any food inside.

minji held the box of cereal in her hand and grabbed the carton of milk inside the refrigerator which is now also filled with newly bought food, dumbfounded but not unbeknownst to her, she grabbed the carton of milk and prepped her meal.

as minji's eating, the door opens and minji turns around to see ms. hwang.

"minji! can you grab the telephone and dial the number on the sticky note hanging on the corkboard?" minji stands up, her mouth filled with cereal and grabs the telephone to dial the number.

"dr. shim — y/n's weekly morning exercise: ×××-××××-×××."

minji swallows her food and looks at ms. hwang. "what do i say?" she mouths, and as her sight focuses behind ms. hwang inside your room, she spots you, sitting up on your bed as you hold your phone up.

minji feels her heart stop at the new discovery.

"tell her y/n's ready for her therapy."

minji shakes her head and nods.

the door is closed again, minji is wearing her complete outfit on her way to the university, she's still thinking about you though.

your hair, your eyes, the only things she was able to see clearly from your side view and past your door that's been restricting her from reaching out to you.

minji realizes she's got no business to peep on your situation so she takes her leave for the day and hopes her curiosity slowly dies so you can have your peace.

minji is at an empty university computer lab, her laptop sitting on the table as she taps her pen on the wooden table, looking for any corrections at the research paper her advisory have just submitted her.

"hey, you should stop trying to avoid repeating the words 'soil moisture' you need to be consistent with your terms, it's very confusing if you use different words pertaining to the same idea. it's alright to repeat those words, unless you're explaining." minji talks as she's currently in a call with her advisory, scrolling at her laptop looking for more mistakes.

"the variables are okay, i suggest you should inquire at the building of forestry and technology to add another test on your variables; how about test the accuracy of your sensor? or the level of moisture?" she adds, clicking through the pages of the paper. minji sighs before closing the file.

"i think that's all, you can ask me more questions once you revise those parts. for now, i think you should really focus on your robot — don't worry too much about the paper, you'll get it right." minji shrugs, looking out the window.

"thanks ms. kim." the student says, the call ends and minji thinks about you once again, wondering what you are probably doing right now.

minji groans and starts to feel frustrated because of her lingering curiosity about you, it doesn't help that she was able to get a peek of your face earlier, fueling her desire to be able to get close to you once again.

when minji arrives home, she sees your sister — wonyoung, exiting your room and having a small conversation with ms. hwang before leaving without saying a word to minji, minji stands near the door with a dumbfounded look on her face.

"y/n's older sister paid her a visit, isn't she so nice? she seems worried about her sister and wants to take care of her but y/n refused saying she had other things to take care of besides her." minji nods as ms. hwang gives her the details of today's anecdotes, after ms. hwang left minji continues to think about what you're doing inside your room.

are you sad?

lonely?

tired?

are you happy?

maybe you're frustrated...

what if you suddenly need help?

minji took note that she can actually hear you whenever you call for ms. hwang, she hears your voice but only when you call for teacher.

she's never heard you say anything other than that before and is becoming more curious as time goes by, week after week, until your first month of stay inside the dorm has passed minji have been used to always seeing ms. hwang more than once a week, it became a daily thing. minji will leave earlier before you even eat breakfast, she'll also come home late after you ate dinner.

"minji, i'm not here tonight and can't help y/n eat her dinner. i haven't told her about it but i'm leaving this job for you just for tonight don't worry." ms. hwang says as she gives minji a piece of paper, minji stands with the paper in her hand — looking at it then back to ms. hwang. "uhm, it's alright. your timing is perfect i'll come home early in the afternoon." minji states, taking small deep breaths, trying to compose herself.

there's some kind of rush inside of her, she doesn't understand what that might be.

"oh my god thank you so much minji, that's the instructions of how to bring y/n here at the dining table. there's the equipment for her chair, just make sure she doesn't get hurt or fall over." ms. hwang reminds minji who nods and gives her a reassuring smile. "don't worry ms. hwang, i'll take care of her. i promise i'll be gentle."

that night minji takes her earbuds off trying to scope any sound from your room, then she hears your voice again.

"teacher!" you shout.

minji stands up and walks toward the door of your room, reaching out a shaky hand to the metal doorknob and feeling its cold surface tingle her palm, she twists it and pushes the door open.

you lay on your bed, taking deep breaths. minji's eyes scans the posters on the wall, pictures of you and your sisters, your family and friends. you weren't knowledgeable about minji's presence and the girl was practically shaking.

"h— hey..." minji calls out, you turn your head meekly and see her face, your eyes squint before you blink and look away. "where's ms. hwang?" you ask minji, minji sighs and scratches her nape.

"there was an emergency and she was needed, she ordered me to help you eat dinner." minji says standing beside your bed, you sigh with a smile. "okay." you mutter.

you grew up almost like every other child — "almost" as you were unbeknownst to the growing illness inside of your body, as you grow old your muscles began to weaken, almost to the point that even walking began to be hard until your legs have completely given up.

it didn't help that your case was almost rare, every medication is double the price of a normal surgery, your therapy costs hundreds of thousands per session and even if your family could afford it you still can't help but feel bad because ever since you start to lose your ability to walk, all they can think about was your situation.

it's frustrating but you continue to keep moving forward, still holding up a positive outlook and view of the world, managing to smile because no matter how hard it gets, how painful it becomes you still have your family behind your back, always thankful you get to still see them.

it's so hard... even just raising your hands already feels like you're carrying 10 pounds of iron, your muscles have grown so weak that you're stuck having to lay on your bed all day, sit with a harness around you.

it feels like you're slowly rotting, that time where your parents wanted to have you stop studying and focus on your well-being, you feel like you've given up that's why you refused and persuaded them to take you to the dorm because you wanted to keep learning, sometimes even tutoring high school students from time to time.

"am i heavy?" you ask minji, she wanted to say yes because you're lower body and almost most of your upper body lack any movement to support your weight but minji shakes her head.

"it's alright, just enough." you usually don't get carried by ms. hwang, instead she pushes the wheelchair close to your bed and helps you move to sit on it.

but minji with her strength carries you to the wheelchair with ease, immediately putting your harness around you. as she crouches down, locking your wheelchair, you stare at her face — realizing this was your first time seeing her face up close, she's indeed beautiful.

you've heard lots of good things about her from ms. hwang, even from your father when they first met — you wouldn't deny the fact that you didn't care about minji when you first came here but seeing how nice and caring she actually is, you feel drawn to her.

"thanks." you mutter, minji feels her face flushing red and she nods. "no problem." she pushes you outside to the dining table where the dinner is already served.

minji didn't hesitate to offer you other foods, like ms. hwang does, you appreciate her sheer kindness and thoughtfulness and can see her genuineness from her eyes.

"i hope you come here inside my room again tomorrow." you tell minji as she sets you on your bed, not even caring about how heavy you were on her arms. her hands were big and rough but gentle, her black hair soft against your skin, and her eyes shines in front of yours.

you smile at her causing her to look away. "i'll try." minji whispers before leaving your room.

"teacher! my medications please!" as the door to your room opens, ms. hwang enters inside and you spot minji standing outside before the door closes and she turns away. you smile at the sight before having a conversation with ms. hwang as you take your shots.

"was everything okay yesterday?" ms. hwang asks, you look at her with a smile and an answer. "perfectly fine, minji was very gentle with me." ms. hwang sighs in relief to your answer.

minji is free once again, but she takes this time to sit on the sofa and watch tv. you're still inside your room, minji promised to try and visit you but she's not even coming inside, so you take it upon yourself to see her.

"ms. hwang, can i watch tv in the living room?" you ask her, ms. hwang nods and immediately helps you get to your wheelchair. minji turns her head to see you and ms. hwang coming out of your room, you smile at her. minji stands up as she notices ms. hwang getting your body to the couch and help to carry you, you had a hard time but you still try to wrap your arms around her neck.

"thanks minji." you whisper at her.

"minji, she wants to watch a show on the tv. kindly accompany her as i leave." ms. hwang tells minji before leaving, there's an awkward silence between the two of you, nothing but the sound of the tv keeping the surroundings alive.

and maybe minji's heartbeat too.

"u-uhm, what did you want to watch again?" minji turns to you as she speaks, holding the remote in her hand. you laugh and shake your head. "nothing in particular, whatever you like." you shrug, minji looks at the remote and goes back to the tv.

a baseball match is playing and minji's starting to lose her focus.

"you like baseball?" you ask, minji's ear tips are bright red and burning hot.

"a bit." she answers.

you smile fondly. "i only said that because i wanted to see you again." you admit.

minji looks at you with wide eyes. "what..?" she mutters.

"you promised me you'll try to visit my room but you didn't." you pout. minji laughs sheepishly. "i just didn't want to bother you while you were studying." she sits properly on the couch and looks away, clearing her throat.

your eyes soften at the sight of her face. "you won't."

minji looks at you again, feeling her heart stop every second that passes by your eyes looking at hers.

months have passed, minji starts to realize her feelings she harbors for you, each time that passes by her yearning grows deeper and her feelings start to overflow that it starts to scare her. minji doesn't understand what to do, every breath she breathes inside your room feels suffocating, her heart clenching whenever she remembers how hurt you are — she feels bad.

so bad that every night she spends alone in her room is filled with endless thoughts about your well-being, she wants to get you out of the pain you're suffering, she wants to save you but she doesn't know how. whenever she sees your pained expression is another knife on her chest, a stinging feeling close to a thorn stuck on her heart lingers — these feelings of both love and pain are too much.

from wanting to see you, minji grows her feelings until it gets hard to see your state.

she realized the severity of your illness, how there's a possibility that there might not be any cure for it.

that empty feeling inside her became occupied by your presence but it's cramped now, and her heart feels like it's about to burst.

she thinks about the words you said. "i can't fall in love when i'm like this." she wants to pull you in a tight hug, but she knows how tight it would be — it's probably harder for you than it is for her.

she's selfish, minji knows that.

she wants to think of you but it hurts.

minji remembers that night, she spent it with you, you kept asking her questions and she didn't hesitate to answer — you found out it's been long since minji was in a relationship and you've never been in one, because of your situation, relationships have been the last of your worries. although minji starts to change your mind, you couldn't help but feel like it's not right.

it's painful.

"it hurts! my legs..." you cry out as tears start to roll down your face, you can't move anything — your muscles are hurting so much, a hand pats your head and you look up to see your sister. "it's okay..." she lulls you but it's not working.

minji stands outside of your room, your door shut again but she can hear your cries, you pleading for anything to stop the pain from getting worse.

minji sobs, feeling her heart clenching tight, she breathes heavily, hand on her chest as she tries to stop it from hurting.

"oh no." minji mutters before teardrops start to fall on the floor, her head hanging low and the world felt too big for her to hold.

it's almost like she's also carrying the weight of your pain on her shoulders.

she's about to fall.

and it's going to hurt.

"i can't do this." minji mutters, splashing water on her face, the water drips down her chin, the sound of the faucet echoes on the walls of the restroom and hanni can't help but feel bad for her friend.

"you're making things hard for yourself, why are you running away like this?" hanni asks her friend, looking at the distressed girl leaning on the sink. minji peeks at her friend through the mirror and then looks away.

"i'm not running away. i'm just — avoiding my feelings, hanni we can't be together." minji's tone is harsh.

"why is that? it's literally exactly the same? you're making her whole point correct!" hanni argues, minji grits her teeth and closes her eyes before pushing herself up. "i don't think she wants me the way i do with her." minji mutters.

"if you're going to turn away from her just because of her situation then you might as well leave — that's literally what she's trying to say, no one stays for her because of what she's going through." hanni rolls her eyes, throwing her hands up.

minji walks in circles, a hand on her forehead. "i don't want her to push me away, i also don't want her to leave me. but what am i supposed to do, she thinks so low of herself and i — i love her."

hanni looks at her friend and sighs.

"minji you have to be honest with her."

lately, you've been more quiet — isolated.

minji opens the door to your room and you bring the book in your hands down.

"minji..." you mutter.

minji smiles softly before closing the door gently, she stands there trying to compose herself properly before speaking.

"does your body still hurt?" she asks, walking towards your bed. "do you have energy to talk or should i just watch over you?" she asks again.

you appreciate her kindness.

"i want to hear you talk." you tell her with a smile. minji nods and sits at a chair next to you. "i've been thinking about a lot of stuff lately, mainly about my worries for your health and college, then my advisory. i've been wanting to tackle something important and i need to hear your thoughts." minji starts, she clasps her hands together and bring it close to her lips, thinking of what to say next.

"what is it?" you ask, growing nervous.

minji sighs. "uhm, i understand and i'm completely knowledgeable about your situation. i know it's painful and it's hard, you can always tell me about it, i'll take care of you anytime you need me." minji pauses, bringing her hands to your bed. "lately, i've been really worried about you. you're so brave and strong, but when you cried i... i didn't know what to do. i've also been under a lot of stress, so it's all mixed up inside of my head but i always think about what you've told me and of course you... it helps me a lot." she continues.

you nod at her, you take a deep breath and try to bring your hand to her even if it's taking you all your energy to lift your hand, minji reaches for it and brings it down, but still holding your hand.

"y/n... i know this sounds extremely stupid but i've been meaning to say this for a long time." minji scoots closer and brings your hand to her face. "i love you, so much." she hides her face with your hand and hers. "ah, i know. i know. there's no right time for this except now, i think. i'm scared you'll leave and i won't be able to be honest about what i feel but... i hope you don't — please don't push me away." minji's hands are trembling, she's not looking up but you can see the way her lips were quivering.

you give her an apologetic look.

"i understand, you know minji you've always been so kind to me and i'm thankful i was with you the whole time. you make me feel alive, you make me feel like someone i haven't been able to be for a long time." you look down at her, eyes watching minji's hands caressed yours.

"i love you too but we can't be together. you need to find someone else who's a better fit for you. i can't love you like this." you finish before sighing.

minji grips your hand tighter.

"no, it's not like that." minji shakes her head.

"you don't get it. i love you more than that, and i'm willing to stay here no matter how long and i promise to take care of you." minji turns her head to you and you see the tears on her eyes.

you look at her but with no expression.

"i feel bad for you minji." you trail.

"why'd you have to fall for someone pathetic?"

minji stares at you and just for a bit, your eyes look empty, like that space inside of her.

"...what?" minji mutters.

"you know what i mean..." you turn your head from her, eyes darting somewhere that's not minji's presence. minji is still holding your hand and she stands up from the bed and leans closer to you. "y/n, i know but i'm being honest and you shouldn't say that about yourself—" you cut her off with a sigh, minji looks away and lets your hand go.

she takes a few steps back, fixing her clothes. "can you call ms. hwang for my medication? maybe we shouldn't talk about this for now, i don't feel good..." you tell minji and she immediately nods and leaves your room, but that was your only excuse to escape from the pressure inside your chest about to have your heart imploding.

"hope the sun isn't too hot." you hear minji speak as she pushes your wheelchair, you agreed for minji to take you to the nearest park to get you to bathe under the sunlight — it's been a while since you last felt the feeling of the sun on your skin. you hate how kind minji is, she's still really ready to do whatever for you and it doesn't matter how much you push her away.

maybe you don't understand her at all, the things she'll do for you even if you don't ask her.

you hum. "it's perfect."

your eyes scan around the area, there are not many people around but still you can feel the energy around the place, kids and their parents and stalls and pets. you relax under the sun, you tell yourself you're going to be alright.

"i wish we were always like this — " you speak, minji looks down at you and smiles, though she's still bothered by the feelings lingering inside of her, mind and heart — she's trying to stay quiet, for your sake and as well as hers, maybe it truly was for the better.

"and just like this." minji knows exactly what you mean, nodding her head and letting out a deep breath. "yeah, it's — you're right." minji answers.

but it eventually gets hard, you wish you could do something about this stupid illness, you laugh to yourself, even having a hard time turning your head. minji looks ahead and notices the sun getting too hot, she reaches for your shoulder and caresses it gently.

"let's go back." minji whispers.

you feel bad, for yourself and minji — you weren't lying at all when you told her about what you felt.

you love minji but it's hard, you don't want her to feel like she's stuck at the same place and at the same time doing the same thing, breathing and living for someone else and not for herself. you hate the idea of her leaving but you also don't want her to be hurting for you, it's so hard — so complicated.

because you know how tiring it would be, you saw it with your family you know it won't be different with minji — she has a life ahead of her, so much to do and so much to live for, why would she settle here with you?

you're just going to hold her back.

"i'm so sorry minji." you mutter, as minji was taking your harness off — minji looks up and smiles at you, it breaks her heart to see her trying her best and you know it hurts her too to see you this way.

"it's okay, you're going to be okay." minji says as she carries you and lays you down your bed.

you're still living with her, in the same cramped space, breathing the same air and feeling the same way.

but this time untold secrets stack themselves on top of each other and it grows each time you decide to close your lips again instead of saying anything.

everything has changed, upside down.

[wandanatsgf]

Right Where You Left Me

Pairing: Maid!Wanda x Noble Woman!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: Wanda is your maid who you fall head over heels for. But like all good things, you knew it wouldn't last. You knew your life was already decided for you, but that didn't mean you couldn't enjoy your time with her while it lasts.

Warnings: This ends sadly and contains smut. Read at your own risk. Also I wrote this in two hours so there's probably grammar mistakes so pls ignore those.

You had never understood this strange feeling inside of you, the way you would cringe when you danced with a man or when he kissed your knuckles. You didn't understand why the idea of marrying a man brought feelings of dread and despair. You didn't understand how such simple actions from a man could elicit such strong emotions in a woman. And then you met Wanda.

Wanda is your recently hired maid and god is she gorgeous. She has long brown hair and eyes as green as emeralds. You tend to get lost in them quite frequently, much to Wanda's chagrin. And every time her skin touches yours it sets you ablaze, which is what's happening right now.

"Does this corset really need to be so tight?" you complain to Wanda who is helping you get dressed. It's making it really hard to control your slightly labored breathing. Wanda's presence was really doing something to you today.

"I'm sorry my lady but I'm just following your mother's orders," she says apologetically. She continues to help you get dressed and then she gets to work on your hair.

"You know you don't have to call me my lady when we're alone, Wanda. Y/n is fine," you tell her as she fixes a curl that was out of place.

"Ok Y/n," she says, trying it out. Your name sounds so good coming out of her mouth, you could listen to her say it for forever. Unfortunately you have duties to attend to today.

"Thank you for helping me," you say once Wanda announced she was finished.

"It's really no problem, Y/n. It is my job after all."

"Yes I know but it's only right for me to thank you."

Wanda smiles at this and you swear you've never seen a prettier sight.

"Have a good day, Wanda," you say as you open your bedroom door and slip out of sight.

You spent the majority of your day entertaining your parent's guest, Steve, a lord from a neighboring country. You talked with him for hours, however your heart wasn't in it. You could've cared less about what he was saying. You would've much preferred to be reading a book or talking with Wanda. And by dinnertime you were ready to rip your ears off if you had to hear another story about a battle.

"Thank you so much for accepting our invitation," your father says as everyone takes their seat.

"It really mans a lot to us that you rode all the way out here to visit us and our daughter, Y/n," your mother adds.

"The pleasure is all mine," Steve says.

"This actually brings us to an important topic, Y/n," your father says. "We, your mother and I, are hoping you would be open to courting Steve." You knew he wasn't really asking, he was telling.

"I would love to father," you say, lying straight through your teeth.

"Well that settles that. I think this calls for a toast," your father says.

The rest of your night was spent drinking and pretending to be merry, but you couldn't get out of your own head. You knew your parents wanted you to marry soon, and you had put it off for as long as possible. Now you were being set up with Steve and you felt hopeless.

Around midnight you bid your parents and Steve goodnight and headed to your room. Maybe you could cry in peace there, but when you enter you see Wanda waiting for you.

"How was your day?" Wanda asks as she helps you out of your dress.

"Honestly it was horrible. I had to spend the whole day with Steve," you say, your face wrinkling up in disgust.

"He can't be that bad."

"He's not bad...he's just not interesting," you say carefully choosing your words.

"Well men never are," Wanda says. She pulls off one of your many petticoats, accidently grazing your thigh. You let out a low moan and you hope Wanda didn't notice. You don't think she did because she finishes taking it off and sets it off to the side.

"Oh?" you ask. You can't tell if Wanda is giving you a sign or not. Or maybe you're just reading into things.

"Well you know how men are. They just talk about hunting or battles or money. It's all very boring."

"Oh yes of course," you say agreeing with her. Wanda continues to undress you, but your thoughts are still plagued by the awful news you got at dinner today.

"You know my parents wish for me to court and probably marry him and I don't know if I can do it," you blurt out. You hadn't meant for that to come out, but you just feel so safe in Wanda's presence. Despite the short amount of time you've known her, you've grown close to her. At least as close as you've ever been to a person.

"Why not? It's not like there's someone else and Steve could give you a life of luxury." Wanda unties your tight corset and lets it drop off your body.

You think carefully before letting your greatest secret slip. "I don't think I could ever love him, Wanda. Not the way I love you." At this Wanda's hands still and drop to her side.

"Y/n are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"I'm in love with you Wanda Maximoff. I know it's wrong and we barely know each other and my parent's would never approve but I can't help how my heart feels."

"Do you really mean that?"

"I mean every word Wanda."

"I'm in love with you too Y/n. I have been since I first started working for you," she admits.

You carefully turn around and plant a soft kiss on Wanda's lips. She tastes like strawberries and you can't get enough.

Wanda pushes her body as close to you as possible, slowly walking the two of you backwards until your body hits a wall. Your thighs open up to make more room for Wanda to position herself between them.

Wanda's lips move from your own to your neck, making you arch your back.

"Please Wanda."

"What do you want baby?"

"I want you to touch me please," you beg.

Wanda obliges and slowly moves her hand down your breasts, fondling them through your undergarments for a minute. You thrust your hips up against her, getting impatient.

"You're just so needy for me aren't you baby?"

"Mhm I just want you so bad Wanda please," you mewl.

Wanda's hand moves to cup your mound and one of her knuckles lightly grazes your clit.

"Is this what you wanted? You want me to touch you right here?"

"Yes Wanda," you breath out. Your loins were on fire and only she could extinguish it.

Wanda slowly rubs her fingers against you and it takes everything in you not to cum then and there. You never thought this would happen, and now that it is you didn't want it to end.

"Let go for me baby. I'll still be here," she says. Her fingers start to move faster against you and it breaks your resolve. You cum in your underwear, moaning like a mad woman.

As you come down, you see Wanda staring at you.

"What?" you ask.

"You just look so beautiful doing that I want to see it again."

This time Wanda gets on her knees between your thighs and slowly pulls your underwear off. She can clearly see your arousal and it turns her on, making her let out a low moan. She lifts your left leg up over her shoulder and dives in.

The wet slurping sounds are unholy but they only turns you on more. Your hands grab onto Wanda's hair and you pull her closer to your heat. Her nose bumps against your clit and your hips thrust against her.

"Right there Wands," you moan out. The brunette woman continues to lick and suck your clit until you finish all over her face.

Wanda slowly works her way up your body, leaving kisses all over your stomach and chest. She makes her way up to your mouth and leaves a soft kiss there.

You gaze into her eyes and see nothing but love and admiration. It makes your heart melt.

"Let me return the favor," you tell her. You swap places with her and gently take off her clothes. Saying she's gorgeous is an understatement. She looks like an angel.

You kiss her as you start to fondle her pussy, messing around to see what she likes. You can feel her moan against your lips and it gives you a surge of pride knowing you're the one making her moan.

You dip one finger into her entrance and you feel her buck her hips against you. Clearly you had a much stronger affect on her than you thought. Her wetness coats your hand.

You thrust your finger inside of her, watching her writhe in ecstasy. It was a sight you knew you would never get sick of. You add another finger and watch as her head rolls back in pleasure. Soon she is cumming and you continue to fuck her through it.

Once she's calmed down you take your fingers out and lick her arousal off of them. She tastes so good, and you tell her as much.

The two of you spend the rest of the night in each other's embrace, enjoying your time together.

You wake up and you think it was all a dream before you look next to you and see a brown mop of hair sleeping next to you. She looks so pretty and peaceful when she sleeps, but you have to wake her up.

"Wanda. Baby. Wake up," you say as you gently shake her.

"Good morning honey," she says.

"Good morning," you say. You lean down and place a kiss on her lips.

'We have to get up y'know," you say as her lips move against yours.

"Just give me one more minute," she says. She continues to kiss you until you can't breathe anymore and you have to pull away.

"Now we really have to get up and get ready," you say.

"Fine," Wanda grumbles.

You each help the other dress and look presentable.

Today you were supposed to hang out with Steve again. The only thing that made that even bearable was the thought of going to bed with Wanda by your side.

"I'll see you tonight," you say as you cradle her face in your hands. You place a passionate kiss against her lips before walking out.

You spend the next couple of weeks like this. You spent your days with a man you hate and your nights with the woman you love, the woman who owns your heart.

"You know we could run away together. We could live in that abandoned cottage near the woods and have a garden and never have a worry again," Wanda says one night. The two of you are cuddling in your bed.

Deep down a part of you knew it was nothing but a dream, but the thought of living with Wanda made your heart soar.

"I want nothing more," you say, never truly thinking Wanda was serious. You lean in and capture her lips with yours.

That night you fall asleep with a pit in your stomach. You still needed to tell Wanda about the now official wedding plans (well your mother was planning a wedding but Steve hadn't proposed yet. You knew it would be soon though), but you would rather live in delusion than end this. And that is what you did, at least until Wanda comes storming into your room a few days later.

"What is this I hear about a wedding between you and Steve?" Wanda questions.

You were currently brushing your hair at your vanity, but you set the brush down when she stormed in.

"There's nothing official but word is he plans on proposing soon and my mother is planning a wedding even though there isn't one yet."

"And you weren't going to tell me?" Wanda asks. You can see the pain and anger on her face and it makes your heart break.

"I was going to eventually Wands. I just couldn't. I couldn't ruin what we have just yet."

"Are you going to deny him Y/n?"

"I-I don't know. I don't know if I can."

"Of course you can Y/n. You have a choice here."

"I don't think I do Wanda."

"Please Y/n," she begs. She begs you to choose her, but you can't let your delusion cloud your judgement anymore.

"I'm sorry Wanda, but we should've known this would never work," you say. You can feel your perfectly applied makeup start to run down your face, but you don't care. You look how you feel, a mess.

"Why wouldn't this work?" You can hear the pain and desperation in her voice.

"Because..." you trail off. You don't want to give her the real reason. You're afraid. Afraid of your family, the townspeople, and a life full of unknowns. You knew that going with her to the cottage the two of you had always talked about would mean giving up everything you have ever known and loved.

"I'm sorry Wanda but I can't leave them and I can't disappoint them." She knew you were talking about your parents.

"You always complain about them controlling you, y/n and you're letting them do it now. Is your happiness really worth their happiness?"

You nod and that is all the confirmation Wanda needs to realize her life was about to fall apart. She was about to lose the love of her life and there was nothing she could do about it.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Wanda," you say. You fall to the ground in a heap of petticoats and skirts. Wanda moves to comfort you, but she knew that would only make this harder.

"I'm sorry too Y/n," Wanda says. She leaves your chamber and you sob harder. You knew you brought this upon yourself, but that didn't make you feel any better.

The next morning a new maid walks in, telling you Wanda had quit last night. From that day on all of your days blurred together. Time was pointless without her. Living was pointless without her.

Exactly two weeks after you had ended things with Wanda, Steve proposed. You don't even remember saying yes, but you must have because you now have a huge, shiny ring on your finger.

You expected Wanda to come to you after the news of your engagement made it's way through the kingdom, but she never showed.

Maybe if she had came back for you things would be different. Or maybe if you had ran away with her you wouldn't be where you are now. But you had backed yourself into this corner and there was no getting out.

Your dress is beautiful. It's big and poufy and white. But the person at the end of the aisle isn't who you want to see. Instead of emerald eyes you see cerulean. Instead of a smooth face with delicate features you see a rough face with harsh lines. He's all wrong, he's not her. But you made your choice. Your parents and their wishes come first. Maybe in another life you could chase your happiness, but in this one you were chasing theirs.

After the wedding you resided yourself to a life you hated with a man you loathed, even though you knew it wasn't his fault. If only you could feel the same way about Steve that would make life so much easier. But no matter how much you tried to love him you were still repulsed when his lips touched yours or when you laid in bed side by side.

Sometimes you couldn't stop the sobs that would fall at night, knowing you had made a mistake with marrying him. You should've ran away with Wanda, but now it was too late. You had kids to take care of and an estate to run.

Despite that you let yourself dream about the woman you left all those years ago, the woman you still loved. You hoped Wanda had lived a life far more happier life than yours. You hoped Wanda had moved on and found someone else. You hoped Wanda and new her lover lived in the cottage that was meant to be yours's and had a plentiful garden and never wanted for a thing.

However Wanda's reality was much sadder than what you had wanted for her. Wanda spent her days at the cottage by herself, over come with grief. She never moved on. She spent her days gardening, reading, and crying. Everyday she hoped her lover would come back to her. She never did.

[carlossainzwho]

get him back!

carlos sainz x ex!reader

warnings: not proof-read and swearing

part one | part two | part three | part four below!

now, y/n doesn't care about him anymore

i met a guy in the summer and I left him in the spring, he argued with me about everything, he had an ego and a temper and a wandering eye, he said he's six-foot-two and I'm like: dude, nice try!

she met him in summer, sun shining

left him in the spring, rain pouring

he wouldn't shut his mouth

about all the other girls he could have

such a big red flag,

lied about his height

and a lot more stuff than y/n liked

but in the end

who gives a shit?

but he was so much fun and he had such weird friends and he would take us out to parties and the night would never end another song, another club, another bar, another dance and when he said something wrong, he'd just fly me to france!

but the night outs with him were so damn fun

his stupid friends with their drunk asses

one party after another

and never-ending nights

one party after another

'feeling down, y/n?'

next destination, monaco!

so i miss him some nights when i'm feeling depressed till i remember every time he made a pass on my friend do i love him? Do i hate him? i guess it's up and down if i had to choose, i would say right now,

and so y/n missed those nights

where things would lead to the bed,

but all those times he slept with her friends

could not leave her head

did she really love him?

or hate him?

well...

i wanna get him back i wanna make him really jealous, wanna make him feel bad oh, i wanna get him back 'cause then again i really miss him and it makes me real sad oh, i want sweet revenge and i want him again i want to get him back, back, back

she wanted vengeance

she wanted to kiss his friends, make him feel sorry

but also

she wanted him for herself

she missed him so damn much

she wanted revenge, she wanted his love

she wanted to get

him

back!

so i write him all these letters, then i throw them in the trash 'cause i miss the way he kisses and the way he made me laugh yeah, i pour my little heart out, but as i'm hitting 'send' i picture all the faces of my disappointed friends

'hi carlos'

'how are you?'

'hi bab- oh wait-

you're not my babe anymore'

but i want you so bad

i need you to kiss me and make me laugh

tell me the jokes you tell to her

i want you

come over

here's my address

but oh

goddamn it, y/n

he's not worth anything

your friends will be so disappointed in you

because everyone knew all of the shit that he'd do he said i was the only girl, but that just wasn't the truth and when i told him how he hurt me, he'd tell me i was tripping but i am my father's daughter, so maybe i could fix him!

it was no surprise

that he left y/n

everyone knew he was a son of a bitch

he went with other girls and told her she was the only one

y/n tried so hard

to fix it all, tell him how he'd hurt her

but she was her father's daughter

and her father was no coward

y/n vowed to show carlos what he was missing

oh, i wanna key his car i wanna make him lunch i wanna break his heart stitch it right back up i wanna kiss his face, with an uppercut i wanna meet his mum, and tell her her son sucks, yeah!

f1 car or road car, she wanted to destroy it, destroy him

but y/n wanted to make him lunch, tell him how much she loved him

she wanted to make him jealous, break his heart

but she wanted to be the one

to mend it for him

she wanted to kiss his handsome face

with an uppercut

she wanted to meet his mum

and tell her

how her son is

a

liar

reyesvdec <;/3

monday, 23rd march

hi reyes, can you ask carlos where he is? he won't answer my calls.

Hello love, of course!

He's out with some friends, he'll be back later!

ok!

thursday, 25th march

reyes, where is carlos?

reyes, i think he's with someone else

what do i do?

reyes, please

please?

today, 3:54 am

i hate your son, reyes

delivered

AHH i love the little text messages in the end, idk why i liked writing that so much?? also i think this might be the last part but i'll defo write some more carlos and oscar fics if you're up for it!!

what can i say, thank you so damn much for reading my fics, it means the world to me <3

[waayfo]

LET THE FEAR YOU HAVE FALL AWAY, I'VE GOT MY EYE ON YOU

ׄ     ׅ  ★̶̲ ITOSHI SAE X READER

ׄ     ׅ  ★̶̲ CONTAINS : ooc sae, pet names, hurt/comfort, fluff, soft!itoshi sae, angst, readers can draw

ׄ     ׅ  ★̶̲ A/N : this is inspired from Yes To Heaven - Lana Del Rey and please forgive me if there are mistakes. If there is, you can tell me so I can fix it.

A loud slap sounded and succeeded in making the room quiet. "Know your place! Sae is only dating you out of boredom." The words came out easily without thinking about your feelings at that time. You hold your cheek that was slapped. While your heart is filled with anger. but he didn't stop there, hurtful words kept coming out of her mouth, "You've never been good at anything, I wonder why Sae chose you over me. You can only draw. Can drawing really make your life happy? Success? This world doesn't need such talent. Which means, you are useless and so is your existence."

The woman left you speechless. She also closed the door with a bang. While you just sat limp in the chair. “Is this talent of mine useless… ? Am I really that useless?" No matter how hard you try, even if you give up your health, people will never be satisfied with the results you give. They keep making fun of your hard work without seeing and helping your struggle. "If so, do I deserve to be happy and have Sae?"

If I'm useless, then I don't deserve to be happy. Such thoughts keep running through your mind, until you don't realize that you are pushing yourself too much. And of course your actions are realized by Sae.

"Hey, what's wrong, babe? Are you okay?" You show a surprised expression. You notice me. "Of course I'm fine." Sae let out a sigh. "I don't like it when you lie to me. Honestly, are you in trouble?"

"No? Who dares to find trouble with me who is Itoshi Sae's lover?" You said proudly. "You're right. But your recent changes say otherwise. You always skip your meals and choose to continue with work. I also often see you staying up late or until the morning for work. And I also rarely see you draw, usually you always draw something that's around you. I won't be mad, maybe I can help you."

You just stay silent and stare at Sae without expression. "That means there really is a problem, huh?" Sae sat next to you. His hands cupped your face and played with your cheeks. "Tell me. Please?" "Promise you won't be angry?" "Uh.. yes?"

You took a deep breath before recounting the incident from the beginning. Without you realizing it, tears keep falling from your eyes as long as you tell it. Until finally forming a puddle on the floor. Your voice broke from holding back sobs. Sae's hand is now stroking your back to calm you down, and you know Sae very well. He couldn't calm anyone down and didn't know what to do. So when he does that, you feel touched and appreciate Sae's efforts.

"Sae, do I... deserve to be happy? I can do nothing but draw. I can't help you or anyone else either. All I do is mess up. And also... do you really love me and not kidding? This keeps haunting me when I'm going to sleep. I want to be the best for you and othe—" your words stopped because Sae kissed you suddenly.

"My love, I'm glad that you are willing to tell me all this when it is so excruciating. Let your fear go by telling me everything. you deserve to be happy And don't let that fear take away your happiness. It's okay even if your only talent is drawing. Every painting you make is meaningful to you and to me. Your talent makes many hearts move and gives peace to anyone who sees it. I am at this point because of your presence, your smile, and your paintings which always make me calm. I will always love you; anywhere, anytime, and even if it means giving up my life just to be able to meet you and be with you forever. And wherever I am, whether I'm in a crowd of people, my eyes will always be on you."

"You are a precious person for me. You are a star for my moon that is always together. If you want, I can give you many reasons why I love you so much." Your tears broke again. Now are not tears of sadness, but are tears of joy. You are truly grateful for having Sae. Every action and word he does to you always manages to make you fall in love with him again and again. Makes you even more reluctant to let other people take him from you.

"I love you," Your hug is getting tighter. "I love you more."

"By the way, my love. What's that person's name?"

"Why?"

"Just curious."

[retrointhenow]

Worth My Time

I do believe that i have corrected my mistakes. I've gone through a few times and double checked. I do tend to drift into first person so if it says 'me' let me know and I can fix it. I also haven't written anything in a while so I'm a little rusty. I'm not sure if I can make a part two to this or not but I can try and if y'all like it I can post it. I'm not a smut writer by any means so I can't do that, sorry. But either way, have fun !

Word Count : 1.6k Mattheo X Hufflepuff Reader

You swore after him you would never let another guy in. Not after the heartbreak he left you with. He was sweet and caring, everything you had wanted from a guy. But things didn't seem to work out. It was not a mutual break by any means. You didn't want to let him go. It didn't help that you were in the same house so you were bound to see each other every once in a while. You didn't hate him, not even a little bit. You resented yourself for falling so hard and getting so caught up in your feelings. From that night on you swore to yourself that you would never let anyone get that close, you would never feel that way again.

After a while you started to get back into the social life of Hogwarts. You attended almost all of the house parties and smaller ones that your friends held. The Slytherin parties attracted you the most. They knew how to throw real parties. You often got tipsy or drunk and found yourself waking up on the common room sofas, sometimes in the room of your latest fling. You never felt more free. No one was there to hold you back and you didn't have to worry about hurting anyone's feelings.

Tonight was another Slytherin party, they beat Gryffindor in the quidditch match earlier. You quickly ready before heading to the common room.

"My dearest Y/n. Always a pleasure to see you." Theo Nott greeted you. "Always a pleasure to be invited my love." You kissed his cheek and walking into the party. You and Theo were a reoccurring flight. You found it more interesting that way. Always a steamy make out session and a little more, never sex though. You didn't like the idea of being easy and letting anyone claim you like that.

"Enzo! Fire Whiskey for one please ?" You gave him a soft smile. "One fire whiskey for our Hufflepuff coming up." He handed you a shooter. "Whose your victim tonight?" You both stood back from the dance floor. "Guess we'll find out. You know I never coming looking for someone." You took your shot and made a face. You never liked the harsh alcohols. You liked the sweeter and more toned down drinks like mimosas. "Looks to be whoever gets to you first." He glanced at you. "Depends on if I deem them worth my time." You shrugged. "Everyone must be worth your time then." "I choose not to see it that way Enzo, It does no good. Better to turn a blind eye at my actions and enjoy myself." I turned to him. "So it seems. Such a dangerous reputation for a Hufflepuff you know. Not so sweet and loyal as you'd think, huh?" He smiled. "Judging a book by its cover." You handed him the empty bottle and made your way to the dance floor. You had no idea who you were dancing with but there was never enough time to figure it out because every time you looked back there was a new person.

"Y/n. You are looking good tonight." Draco grabbed you by your waist. "Oh well thank you." You danced rather closely to him. He was your 'victim', as most called them, last party. "You could have woke me up before you left. Could have let me properly thank you." He talked in your ear. The music was rather loud tonight. "I never stay long Draco. You know that, besides I like to make a quick get away. Staying any long could lead to feelings." "Right of course. Can't let anyone hold you back." You could see the annoyance in his face, but just like that it was gone. Draco doesn't show emotions often but when he does it's hardly anything nice. "Maybe next time you'll stay for a little?" "Might be a while before there's next time Draco. I'm not looking for anything serious, you were fun though." He nodded and went onto a new girl after the song ended.

You left the dance floor and made your way to the group of Slytherins playing cards.

"Pansy my love !" You hugged her and looked at her cards. "Good set I think." You whispered. "Indeed. Any contesters for tonight ?" She smirked and played one of her cards. "Really Parkinson? Setting me up for failure !" Blaise groaned. "Only the greatest play Zabini. Can't handle then let Y/n take your place. She manages to win almost every time." She laughed. "Not every time. I've lost a couples here and there ? Not fun." You smiled. You looked around the table to see who was playing. A few Gryffindors, two Ravenclaws, and a bunch of Slytherins.

"10 o'clock. Who is that?" You studied the boy. You knew a few Slytherins and he looked to be in your year. You grew to knew almost everyone in your year by this time. "Mattheo Riddle. Thinking of picking him up tonight?" Pansy turned her head to you. "Need him on the dance floor first. You know my ruse. He could be fun though." You played a card for her. "No no no! Pansy that's cheating, she is not allowed to play for anyone." Theo pointed. "Let's look at your hand then Theo. I'm sure you won't complain if I played a round for you." You walked to the other side of the table. He was sitting next to this Mattheo character. "I think I could work with this T. How do you want to play?" You took his cards and traded seats with him. "Play to win darling." He stood up and pushed the chair in for you.

It took a couple rounds for you to get into the grove. You knew how Blaise , Pansy, and Enzo played. It took a minute for you to pick up on the others. But you couldn't figure out Mattheo's angle, and you two seemed to be fighting to win.

"Looks like you have some competition Y/n." Theo smirked. "Such little faith in me Theo? Checkmate." You played your best card and sat back. You had him, he had a slim chance of out playing you. "I think Theo is right." Mattheo played his card and ended the game. You stared at the card as everyone whooped and hollered that a newbie had beaten you. Everyone moved out of the table and let a new group take their places.

"Y/n. But I'm sure you've learned that." You grabbed a drink from Enzo and winked to him. "Mattheo, but I'm sure Pansy told you." He smirked. "I like to size up my opponents." You smiled. "You didn't do too good of a job then. The grand master was beat." He took your drink from Enzo. "You're not at heartless as you think you are." He looked at you. "You don't know me." You leaned against the bar. Enzo watched eagerly, most of the boys try to impress you and make good impressions. "You don't think? You're not an original. A girl who gets her heart broken then goes off on a hookup spree? I've heard about you Y/n." He smirked. "Exactly. You've only heard about me. That doesn't mean you know me." You turned and headed back to the dance floor.

"He's a cutie ain't he ?" Pansy giggled. "He's something that's for sure." Most of the boys you talk to aren't as hard to break. Usually a few minutes of talking and they're ready to go. But Mattheo was gonna put up a fight, that made him different a quite desirable. If there was one thing you could get, it would be boys, and that made it even more fun when they acted like they didn't want you.

Pansy and Daphne kept handing you drinks and pulling you around the dance floor. A few of the guys tried to get you off the floor but you weren't ready to leave, no one seemed to interest you. The night kept going on and on, guy after guy. Finally you ended up with Mattheo again. But not before the line of Slytherin boys.

"Back again Y/n?" Mattheo kept you close. "Looks to be that way doesn't it Riddle?" You swayed back and fourth. Your mind was already a little frazzled and your eyes were starting to bug out. "Rumor has it you're waiting for me to give you the green light." He pulled you closer. "I always have a back up if you don't." You smirked. "Do you ? Because your back up just left with a Ravenclaw." He nodded to Theo trailing after a girl. "So he did, Then it looks like you still have time" You lightly grinded up against him. "There are a dozen other guys here who are waiting for you to give them the opportunity. What are you waiting for ?" He returned the gesture. "I'm sure the boys have told you my tactics. I've got to make sure you're worth my time." His hand on my waist tightened slightly. "But from the way this is going..." You leaned up to his ear and whispered, "I think you might be." "Let me show you then." He whispered back.

It did take a few more songs before you ended up making out while dancing, high with tension. Then after flirting and a drink or two you went off to his dorm. As you climbed the stairs you heard Blaise yell, "There they go !! Riddle and Y/n are off!!" There was a burst of cheers and drinks being thrown as you ran up the stairs to Mattheo's dorm.

[luveline]

hi!! could i request maybe reader calls one of the marauders after crashing their car? idm who, you should definitely choose! ily ily thank u

hi! ty for requesting, I hope this is somewhat like what you were thinking ♡ fem!reader

Your hands are shaking so hard you can't read your contacts page. Luckily, James' number is first in your favourites. You click blindly and bring the glass to your ears, warm where you've been holding it for so long.

It rings for a while. You're greeted by a breathless James.

"Hey, everything okay?" he asks.

You don't call James during rugby training because it's very unlikely he'll be anywhere near his phone, so his answering you is a surprise. You'd kind of hoped he wouldn't answer, and you'd also really hoped he would.

"Hello?"

"Jamie." You swallow hard, hand screwed tight into a ball in your lap. "Uh," — you look again at the car where you'd left if, reversed away from the wall outside of your house but pretty dinged up, and your voice gets weaker — "I crashed my car."

"Are you joking?" he asks immediately.

"No, I- I took the corner too tight outside the house and- and I hit the wall."

"Baby, are you serious?"

"Can you come home?" you ask, choked up, as scalding hot tears bump over your waterline and down your wind-whipped cheeks.

"Hey, it's okay! It's okay. I'll come home, I'm on my way right now." There's a pause where you think the phone has been tucked into his neck. You can hear him calling a hasty goodbye to his manager and teammates. "Have you turned the car off? You're not still in it, are you? Are you hurt?"

You sniffle. James must hear it, because he asks, "You're hurt?"

"No, I- the seatbelt caught me and it stings, but it's just a bruise. I don't know why I'm crying."

"It's okay," James says. It's amazing how much peace his reassurance can bring. Even if it isn't okay, you're confident your boyfriend will make it okay.

"I'm so stupid," you mutter, wiping your face furiously with the back of a cruel hand.

"Hey, no you're not. Don't say that. You had an accident, that's all it is, and I'm gonna be there so fast. I'll sort everything out. Don't worry."

You can't hear a drop of panic in his tone. Worry for you, sure, but he isn't scared. His dulcet assurement calms your racing heart, and slowly the anxiety begins to fade, instead replaced by the sharp ache of whiplash blooming over your chest.

When James gets home, he hugs you like his life depends on it a slow ten minutes, and then he fixes everything like he promised. He gets Sirius to take your car, he calls your GP to make you an appointment, and he assesses your injured chest with careful, kind hands. He touches you so much and so sweetly that it almost makes getting into a bender worth it.

He doesn't agree when you tell him. "If you want me to touch you, sweetheart, there are less dire ways. No more car accidents, please."

[scarlettsandmaroons]

all the love we unravel | n. romanoff

about me | series masterlist | natasha romanoff masterlist

pairing: professor!natasha romanoff x collegestudent!reader

chapter ten | chapter eleven: (didn't choose the) midnight rain

chapter summary: while most people would have to be dragged back down to reality from their fantasies, you'd gotten enough of that. so you step down to reality yourself.

warnings: fluff; more natasha and reader fluff, billy being a big drunk baby, wanda being a sweetheart. angst; cheating, a little anxiety (if you squint), minimal guilt.

a/n: look at me posting twice in one week. who would've thought i'll ever be capable of doing such thing! also, the series is ending which makes me sad a bit. we're a few chapters away!

you stumbled on the pavement, looking back at natasha who's hand your were holding loosely on yours. "shhhh," you giggled. 

she didn't shush. in fact, your attempts at being silent only made her laugh harder. 

you jumped between shushing and laughing even as you stepped onto your porch, and especially when you were crammed between the small space between the walls where the door was and she was fumbling for her keys to open it. 

you were a little bit drunk, you will admit. while she wasn't, she couldn't help but laugh at your antics, at every thing you do so clumsily. 

it was 8pm. it was dark, and silent, and the roads were empty, and not one house-old from your block had their lights on. something about going home felt wrong. like you were sneaking back in after sneaking out at midnight to go drinking. like you just missed your curfew, and now you're trying your hardest to not get caught as you re-enter the house.

"natasha, you have to be really really quiet," you remind her hazily when she finally pushed the right key in. 

"i'm not even talking!" she protests in a whisper, but you only hold a finger against her lips. 

"shhhhh!" you silenced. "be quiet and do it carefully."

her gaze remains on you. then she smiles through your pressed finger. 

click. 

the door unlocks, but she doesn't quite open it yet. instead, she pushes through your finger and kisses you despite your index in between your lips. "i love you," she says through a muffled whisper. 

you silenced her with another shh. 

then she turns the knob, and all your weight pushes the door open, making you stumble through but she quickly takes hold of your arm to pull you back to her before you fell head first to the floor.

"careful there," she whispers. 

"natasha, dear, is that you?" 

blood left your face. you mind spun back to reality, reason and truth grasping your brain tight instead of the blissful fog that hugged it moments ago. you pushed yourself away from her. she didn't let you go, she never does, never by choice too. her body clings onto you the same way her heart holds onto every fiber of your being. she couldn't. 

but you always made sure to push twice, if not thrice as hard. you always made sure you'd be far far away from her, so far that you'd forget you were even close to her in the first place.  

you ended up near the stairs where natasha emerged from. "oh, y/n!" she greets happily. "you look famish," she tells you, her hands quickly coming to fix your hair, then caress your face, then lead you to the dining room. "come, i made you food!" 

you were stiff against wanda's arms. feeling a gush of guilt wash through your body when you saw a feast spread out on what usually was a two-dish maximum dinner table. 

"oh, you didn't have to—" 

"oh come on, just sit. you two have been gone for a week. i missed my girls," she tells you. pushing you to your seat while she moves around the table to hers. "being alone with billy drove me crazy. i forgot how it was to only live with that spoiled boy," she humors. 

while she went on, natasha was right next to you, absentmindedly pulling out your chair for you to sit on, but you swat her hand from your seat and subtly pushed her to hers in the process of sitting down. 

you got to shoot her a sharp glare which she caught on, realizing that she'd forgotten, just before wanda sat in front of you. she got your plate, beginning to put a bit of everything on it. while she goes on to asking you what you did.

you let natasha speak, naturally. you always let her speak. you would've stumbled for words, stuttered, slip. you could never lie. you couldn't even look at wanda when natasha does it for you. 

might be a little hypocritical considering you tolerate natasha's constant need for touch, and kisses, even if it means doing it where wanda can so easily see. 

"sounds like you two really bonded, huh?" wanda smiles. "you're stealing my only daughter away from me, nat."

you only noticed when she handed you the plate how all of it were vegetable dishes. barely any meat, just different vegetables cooked different ways. 

you were never a fan of vegetables. in fact, you hated them growing up, not that you were forced to eat them, you just simply didn't like them. but wanda made it, for you. 

you accepted the plate with a smile, but natasha quickly snatched it from your fingertips before wanda had even fully let go.

"looks good, hun," she says, and you only stare at her with almost wide-eyed confusion matching wanda's. 

"natasha!" her wife scolds. "that's rude," wanda looked at you with a smile. "don't worry dear, i'll fix you another plate."

you wanted to say no. you were praying she wouldn't. how could you possibly hide the way your face contorts when you put a piece of it inside. what would you say if she notices your quickened munching, and immediate sip of water. 

you could hear natasha and wanda having an exchange. wanda smiling at something natasha said, and sliding into a cute little argument still with endearments, and a flirtatious smile. you noticed that over the sudden ringing in your head when your mind filled with overlapping voices of whatever you could possibly say if wanda notices the way you stop your breathing when you put a piece of broccoli in your mouth. 

"i'm sorry i just don't like vegetables, but i am fucking your wife." 

how could you possibly decline the woman who offered you her home, who offered you a family, a real shot at having a normal life; a woman whose wife you're fucking. 

"y/n sweetheart, are you okay?" 

the world clears, and a snap from wanda's fingers was enough to silence your thoughts. 

"sorry what?" 

wanda's face was scrunched, worried. "are you okay, dear? you seem to be a little out of it today. did something happen?" she asks. "natasha says, you'd already eaten."

"no, i—," you looked away. "i'm just a little tired, that's all."

wanda smiles. "well, that's a sign that you two had a good time, isn't it?"

"i think y/n could say we had the best time," natasha adds in, taking a sip of her water.

"well, not that either of you asked. but billy and i had a great time too." 

billy. 

"oh, don't you wonder where billy is, dear?"

you were so worried about wanda, you'd forgotten about billy.

"oh i—," you stuttered for words. you know is bound to steal from you wanda's attention yet again, but she's saved far too many times tonight. she spoke for you the entire time. wanda would pick up on it. "i just figured he might still be studying for his exams."

you knew it when you said it.

"his exams were three days ago, dear."

this is why natasha speaks for you. 

"had you not been talking to him on the phone?" she questions. 

you knew that. he told you before you left. 

"reception." 

"her phone broke."

your eyes instinctively wanted to look at natasha, but you resisted. silently cursing yourself for the way you and natasha said two different things at exact time. 

"nat was messaging me just fine though. did you really not have reception?" wanda asks. "we even call everyday."

"did we?"

"we did."

the time you could've spent thinking for an excuse was instead spent on repeating, "natasha was messaging me just fine" in your head, over and over again. 

you couldn't expect her not to. but you'd never once seen natasha on her phone. you never saw her text, or call. sure, once, you saw her typing. maybe even twice. but she never told you. she hid it from you. why would she? 

was the secret of you two fucking behind her wife's back not enough for her to tell you that she's messaging her wife on the week you were meant to get away from her. 

she was yours, that week. just yours, solely yours. except, you find out, she wasn't. she was still wanda's even away. 

"my phone broke. something's wrong with the way it gets reception now," you save yourself. "where's billy?"

"he's out with tommy. tommy's in town for the weekend, so they went to a pub," you stand up abruptly which startles wanda. "wait, i—"

"well, i should get going then," you say. 

"but you just go home, dear."

"and i can't wait to see my boyfriend. i'm sure mrs. romanoff can't want to spend some alone time with her wife too," you spare a glance at natasha, seeing the visible urge to stop you. "not that you haven't been doing that on the phone."

"y/n, sit back down," natasha calls. 

you smile at her on your wait out. "i don't think i will, mrs. romanoff," you tell her. 

"sit. down." 

"oh let her go, natty. she wants to be with her boyfriend. she's gotten sick of you," wanda interjects. "go on, dear. i'll text billy you're coming." 

"she's drunk wanda!" natasha reasons then returns her eyes on you. "sit, the fuck, down." 

"what's with this hostility, nat? she's a teen who's been away from her boyfriend for a week. let her go," wanda scolds, looking at you then mouthing a soft, "go." 

that was your cue. you left completely disregarding the pair of eyes that you physically feel bore into your body. you called for a cab, your phone was fine. the missed calls from the last few days you intentionally missed popped on your screen. as well as the messages you did not even once open. 

you found billy in the pub near your university. at 9pm, it was only him and tommy, and another person sitting alone. 

you feel a sense of disappointment, searching for any signs of green in the brown eyes that met yours from across the room. he waved his hand, waiting for you to reach them. he continued his conversation with tommy until you sat on the chair next to him and flashed his twin a small smile. 

it felt different. it was always different. he was always different. he wasn't natasha. 

at some point, billy slid you his bowl of nachos when he adjusted himself to have his arm on the back of your seat. not once throughout the entire evening did he talk to you though. or look at you. he acknowledged you were there at least, whispering a small hi when you took a seat before returning back to his conversation. tommy would say something to you from time to time. but nothing that really involved you. 

after what seemed like hours, the two finally stood up to give each other a brotherly hug. tommy went off first, billy sat back down finally looking at you for the first time. 

he stares at you, his elbow on the table and his hand supporting the head the was on it. "i missed you," he says through a small smile. 

you could smell the alcohol through his breath. he was drunk. he never seems like it sitting down , but you know it'll only worsen from here. "i missed you too," you whisper. 

"i'm sorry i wasn't paying attention to you," he frowns. "i was catching up with tommy. and i know you hate pda."

something in your skin crawls, you weren't sure why. but you smiled nonetheless, "let's go home."

"y/n can i sleep with you?" he asks abruptly. 

in fact, he kept asking you that although out the ride home. and when you were trying to carry his heavy body over the pavement, and up the porch. 

you fumbled for your keys, struggling with carrying his weight. you pushed the door open, and came out was a loud groan from your boyfriend. "i want to sleep with you, y/n," he tells you hazily. 

you stood him up straight, still supporting his body through a hand on each shoulder. 

"you're drunk, billy," you tell him. 

"just a little bit."

"no. by a lot bit," you correct. "you know you're a lightweight. why would you even drink."

"just beer."

"i don't care." 

he closes his eyes, a smile drawing his lips before he opened his arms wide and trapped your body in his warmth. "oh i missed you, y/n," he tells you. squeezing your body while rocking you side to side like a kid with a friend. "and my mums love you," yeah, differently. "and i love you. and mommy said she'd disown me if i ever hurt you. and i looooove you, y/n."

your heart ached. 

"i love you too, billy," you whisper. 

once, in first grade, you were the shy kid who nobody would talk to in the playground. billy came up to you, handed you a lollipop, and asked you if you wanted to be his friend. you said yes, and he took you in his arms, squeezed your body while rocking you side to side, shouting to the world that he "loooooooves" his new friend. 

tommy made him cry moments after that. 

but you like to think that billy has never let go ever since. even thought sometimes, he suffocates you. 

"it's 1am. i thought we've established your curfew being 11pm, billy."

you quickly stumbled out of billy's hold, the man being too dazed off to even notice his mother leaning against the arch of the kitchen in a pink robe and a glass of wine.  

"hi momma!" he says cheerfully, going on for a hug but natasha tuts. 

"you're drunk. go upstairs," she tells him. 

the man frowns like a child who had just been told he's leaving the playground, "yes, momma...," he drags out. slowly making his way to the staircase before he got a glimpse of you again. "i'm sleeping with y/n today! yay," he says before hurrying upstairs.  

you cleared your throat, aware of natasha's sharp glare though you pretend to take no notice, eyes still on the staircase though billy was no longer on it. 

"and you," you hear her say, chills immediately running down your spine. "i told you not to leave, hadn't i?" 

this would either end in sex, or a hard cold lecture. you were hoping for neither. you couldn't possibly, not when the last thing you told billy was you loved him. and when a pulse from a headache is beating in your head. 

"well, i am a grown adult," you tell her. your eyes on the floor now, while your hands take its time searching for the back pocket of your pants to put your keys in. 

you hear her take a few steps towards you. and then warm hands snatches your chin to look at her, nails digging to your skin. "well, a grown adult should be able to look at me straight in the eye, don't you think?"  

her green eyes were dark, and her jaw clenched. you were silenced by the way she looked down on you, almost condescendingly with how you disobeyed her direct orders. 

she dragged you to the kitchen, carrying you to sit on the island which you take no time protesting in. she would never be swayed by your protests. she never hears them. 

but she does, however, have a very good sense of reading you. she picks up on the little things, on your routines, she notes your mannerisms. she knows you, and it scares you how much you hadn't told her yet she knows about you. 

so when she saw the way your eyebrows drop the moment she cornered you, the way your breath didn't hitch, but instead only searched for more ways you can breathe in much much deeper, she knew what you needed wasn't sex, or a lecture. you just needed a break. 

of course, you didn't know she knew that. your eyes followed her around the kitchen as she prepared something which you assumed would be something that would correlate to her fucking your senselessly, or maybe a snack she'd serve you as a side for her long lecture. 

"natasha, i'm just really—" 

"i know," she interrupts, handing you a glass of some green colored liquid, uncovering the mess she's made behind her. "drink."

"what's this?" 

your face scrunched to form wrinkles when you got a whiff of the juice. it could've been nothing else but green vegetables. and you couldn't. but before you could even set down the glass, natasha grabs it from you, takes a drink, and pulls you by the neck to smash your lips against hers. 

you could feel the liquid enter your mouth, and she felt your lips twitch almost in silent protest, but she refused to let you go. the expected bitterness wasn't there, instead, you tasted the wine that coated her lips, and the honey from her saliva. 

you swallowed it, but you didn't pull away. you pulled her, kissed her, this time even deeper. your tongue smoothly slipped into her mouth, her saliva coating your tongue. you explored her mouth, then her lips, searching for the sweetness of honey, and the wine, and every taste of her. 

she softly pulls away, catching her breath. and then she looks at you, "i didn't know you had it in you, y/l/n," she tells you.

"if you'd let me, i would so do a great job at dominating not just our kiss," you pull her back to you by her arms, wrapping your legs around her waist, and setting your arms on her shoulders. "i think i'd be great at dominating you in bed." 

"is that so?" she challenges. "but you can barely look at me, baby. how can you ever."

"blindfolded."

she snickers. holding you now by the waist, and looking up at you again. "were you mad at me?" she asks. "for what wanda said?" 

you look away, pulling yourself slightly further to give yourself the space to think, and process stepping into a more serious conversation. 

"i'm just—"

her hold on your waist became a full on hug. "you can't possibly be mad at me for something i—" 

you wrapped your arms around her head tighter, less like how it was loosely hanging earlier. "i know, nat. i get it. i just—," you take a deep breath, then you looked away. "i didn't do that with billy. i didn't answer any of his calls, or opened his messages because i thought... i want to be just yours for a week. not billy's... yours."

"but i am yours. even when we're here, or school. i'm yours, i'm yours only." 

"no you're not. you're wanda's wife," you move away again, allowing more air to be in between you two. 

but she pulls you against her again. "but you're the one i think of to sleep. you're the one i kiss. you're the one i touch. you're the one i hold. you're the one i make love to," she narrates slowly, looking up at you. "you're the one i love. i... am... yours."

"are you?" 

"every part of me, everything that i am, is yours," your heart melted. so did you. your body relaxed against her hold. your forehead resting on hers before she speaks again. "so tell me. why didn't you answer billy?" 

"i told you. i wanted to be just yours." 

"wherever you are, you're mine, dear. you can be anywhere in the world with billy, and you'll still be mine," you look away. unable to meep her gaze. "but i think, you just love me."

you giggled a little, leaning back with your arms supporting you weight on the counter. "you think?" you ask almost teasingly. 

"you know, i never heard you say you loved me."

"i'm waiting for our first year anniversary. i want it to be like a grand gesture—"

"should be today. it's almost 2am," she points out. "but that's not it." 

she was insisting. and you just sighed. you sit back up, taking the glass of green juice and finishing what turned out to be really sweet, and yummy. 

and then you look at her. she's still waiting. 

"i.... it's wrong nat. what we're doing," you fiddled with your finger through the glass you were holding. "you left your wife upstairs, and i left her son, my boyfriend to sleep on my bed alone, so we can kiss in the kitchen at 2am. so we can do all sorts of secret things that are wrong."

"i think we did worse things than kiss secretly in the kitchen."

"and that's what i'm saying," you say, sliding off the counter. "wanda offered me a family to save me from my own. she treated me like her own daughter, she's paying for my everything. and billy, i always loved billy... he's always been my family, and i—i'm betraying them to—for you."

"do you love me?" she says abruptly. 

you hesitated. you know you shouldn't. there was one straight answer. "if i say it, then i'll only confirm the feelings i shouldn't be having for you in the first place."

"do you... love me?" she pulls you towards her when you move to the sink to set your glass inside. "look me in the eye and tell me what you feel."

she trapped you between her and the counter. she had her hands on either side, holding you against the counter, her face inches form yours. 

you hold her face in your hands. "i love you so much, it hurts me."

"then runaway with me," she blurts out. "i'll divorce wanda, and we can make this right. we can be together. we can runaway." 

your heart dropped. "what?"

"let's run. we can move to new york, or california. away from westview, away from new jersey."

you couldn't think. your mind was foggy to the point that no coherent thought passed through. "natasha i—" 

"you can study in ucla. i can get you in," her eyes were straight, her breathing controlled. she thought about it. she knows. she's serious.

"natty, i don't think ucla will let me in. you did fail me first semester last year."

"oh, i can get you to harvard even. don't worry," she assures. but that doesn't really eases you. 

"then what will you do?" 

"anything i want. i can get a job anywhere," she smiles, noticing the uncomfortable position she's put you through so she moves away to allow you to breath. "i don't think you've seen my resume."

"nat, how about money, and—"

"you possibly can not think we'd ever have problems with money," she says, moving to the counter in front of you and leaning against it with her arms crossed against her chest. "we can get married when you graduate, then we'll figure it out from there. you can work anywhere, and i'll support you. we can travel the world, we can—"

"natasha..."

you move towards her this time, trapping her between your body and the counter behind her.

she holds either hands with hers, looking ay you with pleading eyes. "sweetheart, we can move to an apartment near your school. an apartment for just the two of us. then i'll drive you to then pick you up from school. we can go on dates, we can..." she paused. "you can live your life, you can do whatever you want. and you can be with me. we can be together," she was insisting, urging, pushing. "then we'll settle in norway, have a kid, build a family..." 

"i can't..." you whisper. 

"but you said you loved me......"

something broke inside you. the image of the family you'd build with her, the life. the feeling of how true all of that can be, and realizing you can't have that. what's in front of you, what's holding you. that you can't choose that. it broke you. 

"loving you is already wrong enough. if i runaway with you, i betray wanda, and billy. i betray my family, your family," your heart ached. "wanda and billy are very dear to me."

"dearer than i?" 

"...no. not dearer than you. never dearer than you," something hugged your chest, tightly. something choked it to a point where you can barely breath. "but they're dearer than me. they mean more to me than i mean to me," you see the light inside her eyes disappear, the same way you feel you getting farther from the life you wished you'd have. "natasha, i could never choose myself over them."

"but how about me?" 

tears started running down your face. you weren't sure where they came from. you never felt them coming. but they were there. 

hearing her plead for you. the very woman who would die before you see beg, the very woman who never asks, never cries. not in front of you, not in front of anyone. seeing the way her eyes held onto every hope, every love you have for her. it hurts you. 

"natasha..." you whisper. unable to get anything past the lump in your throat. "natasha, you're asking me to choose over you and your family. over you and billy."

"why can't you choose?" her voice cracked. 

but you stayed strong. you held her hands firmly no matter how much it sweats, and shakes. "because i grew up with a mother who chose everybody over me. who chose her boyfriend, and drugs, and everything else over me," you tell her softly. "i will never let billy have the same mother i did. a mother who didn't choose him. and i will certainly not let you be that mother. not to my bestfriend, natasha. not to billy," you say. "and i refuse to be the reason you don't choose him."

you wiped your tears, letting go of her hand, preparing to leave. "im sorry, i can't...," you turn away. 

"so what now?" but she stops you in your tracks. 

if you left before she asked, you could've woken up the next day pretending that none of this ever happened. that you were just as happy as you were five minutes ago. that you're still together, even in secret. you could've thought about it. you could've been okay. 

"what?"

"what are we now?" she asks again. 

you cleared your throat, looking back at her hopefully with less sadness than there is love. "people who refuses to hurt the people they love," you say shakily. 

"but you're hurting me..."

"and i'm sorry."

[maochira]

how would going on a date to pick flowers and make crowns go with aryu, chigiri, kunigami, kuon, kaiser, gagamaru, raichi, barou, tokimitsu?

So many characters hehe💟 I'm also adding Zantetsu... for obvious reasons :]

Flower date!

Synopsis: You and your boyfriend go on a date to pick flowers and make flower crowns for each other!

Requests open! - masterlist

Tags: gn!reader. established relationship, fluff

Aryu

-it was definitely his idea because he saw pretty aesthetic photos of other couples doing that, so he immediately wanted to do it with you

-he's VERY careful with which flowers he chooses for his flower crown. He pays a lot of attention to the colours and sizes of the flowers so he can make a pretty crown that matches your beauty!

-he does mess up a few times, but always finds a way to fix it. He also finishes his crown way earlier than you, so he helps you with finishing yours

-before you left, he picked out matching outfits for you that match a flower theme and when your crowns are done, you take a lot of nice pictures together

Chigiri

-he picks out a lot of pretty flowers! But he struggles a bit with making the crown and it frustrates him too much, so he gives up

-he doesn't want to waste the flowers he's picked, though. Then he gets another idea and starts braiding those flowers into your hair while you finish the crown for him!!

-when you finish your flower crown, he asks you to braid the leftover flowers into his hair as well. You struggle a bit with it and it doesn't look as nice as the flowers in your hair by far, but he loves it regardless

-he also insists on taking many pictures because he knows by the end of the day both of you will have to take them out

Kunigami

-he didn't even have to think for a single second when you suggested the idea, he immediately agreed and got excited about it

-he didn't necessarily get excited about the flower part, he was mostly looking forward to spending time with you

-he didn't expect making flower crowns to be so hard, but he doesn't want to ask you for help either because he doesn't want to distract you from the crown you're working on

-by the time you're done, he's finishes around half of his and it's only then when he finally asks you for help

Kuon

-he's pretty careful with the flowers he picks and makes sure to mainly pick your favourite flowers!!

-he messes up like one third into making his flower crown and kind of loses track of how to continue, but he doesn't want to give up either so he just does whatever feels right and it still turns out pretty nice! You notice where he lost track, though

-he's very amazed by your flower crown, even though you messed up here and there he thinks it's perfect!

-he literally does not shut up about how much he adores the crown you made and will still mention it days later

Kaiser

-he keeps saying no matter how pretty the flowers are, they will never be as beautiful as you are

-he struggles with making the crown but is WAY too stubborn to admit it, even when you ask if he needs any help

-he'd do better at it if he wasn't distracted by talking half of the time. But he never shuts up so that's nothing new. He just really likes to talk about himself and even more does he love to talk about you, okay?

-you have to force your help on him because he did something very wrong and now it's complicated to continue the crown, but you somehow got it fixed. Also, Kaiser refuses to admit he did something wrong and keeps blaming it on the flowers

Gagamaru

-he gets hungry and eats one of the flowers. It catches you so off guard, you burst out in laughter while he just looks at you in confusion

-you had to promise you'll cook his favourite food when you get home later because he doesn't stop saying how hungry he is and you don't want him to eat more of the flowers (they might taste ad but the temptation is there)

-it's surprising to you because you didn't expect it, but his flower crown turns out very nice!! He put a lot of effort into it and it shows

-he loves the one you made for him very much and refuses to take it off even when you get home. He's already a little sad because he knows it'll go bad in a few days

Raichi

-he picked most flowers with a too short stem, so making a crown is really hard and he rage quits at some point and you have to comfort him so he doesn't give up completely

-it takes a bit, but after some comfort (and after you picked new flowers for him), he's willing to continue his flower crown. You just have to boost his ego every now and then by telling him how good his crown is turning out (even though it's fairly messy)

-never in his life did he think he'd wear a flower crown one day and if it wasn't made by you, he probably wouldn't wear it anyways

-you tease him for looking cute with it but he keeps insisting that he's "not cute" (he is) and he repeats over and over that you're way cuter

Barou

-at first, he thought it was a stupid idea when you suggested it but still agreed to it because making you happy is one of his priorities

-but then, he quickly starts having fun picking out the flowers and even halfway into making the crown, he's too stubborn to admit how much fun he's having

-he puts a lot of effort into the crown because he has to prove he's great at everything, but also because the crown is for you, he wants it to be as good as possible

-he ends up creating an (almost) perfect flower crown and he can't stop looking at you after he put it on your head

Tokimitsu

-he got the idea for the date and was a little afraid of suggesting it to you because he was scared you might think it's "childish" or "boring" but when you agreed to it and told him it's a great idea, he immediately got excited for it

-the entire time while he's picking the flowers, he feels a little bad about it. But you're on a field with flowers that are meant to be picked so you have to reassure him that it's okay

-making the crown is a little hard for him and he needs to take breaks in between. He's a bit nervous the entire time so his hands get sweaty which makes him struggle

-but when he's done, he ends up with an adorable crown that you're totally obsessing over. He's obsessing just as much over the one he made for you and can't stop thanking you!

Zantetsu

-he doesn't talk for most of the time because he's extremely focused on making the crown for you. He just wants it to be as good as possible

-he definitely messed up at some point and the crown is on the verge of falling apart even when it's on your head, but you don't mind and when he starts feeling bad about it, you remind him that you love it no matter how it turned out

-to distract from how bad his crown turned out, he says some (very wrong) facts about flowers and you know he's just coming up with things to seem cool, but it makes you giggle and that's something you love about him anyways (Zantetsu is aware that you know what he's saying isn't right, but he loves seeing you smile)

-also, he absolutely loves the crown you made for him!

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[maarrgarr]

The Unknown Heir

part three

masterlist of the Unknown Heir.

Gojo Satoru x fem! reader

Synopsis: The reader returns after being gone for two years and leaving her boyfriend, Satoru, without giving him a reason. But now she doesn't come back alone.

Warnings: English is not my first language, possible grammatical and spelling mistakes, some plot changes.

A year and a few more months passed since that event, and it seemed that karma was taking its revenge.

That sweet lady who had given you a job in her real estate agency had died of a heart attack. Although at first it seemed that her children were going to take over the business, they all declared that none of them could since they already had their respective jobs. And so you were left without a job.

It was a very hard blow, not only the loss of your job, but also the death of that lady whom you considered a mother.

Although you had your savings, you hated the fact of being left without a fixed income, so you started looking for a job, but this time you had no luck. Many of the jobs were part-time, and you didn't like the idea of leaving Ryusei with someone else for so long. And the ones that weren't part-time, didn't want to hire you as soon as they heard you had a son who was almost two years old. And to top it off, none of them could offer you a salary even close to what you had when you worked at the agency.

"I don't know what to do" you said frustrated to Ieiri through the call, "Well, you always have a very reliable option to choose from" she told you, while you were preparing food for Ryusei, "Oh yeah? which one?", "You can always go back and practice as a teacher here" you let out a laugh, thinking she was joking, but you stopped when you realized she was serious, "Ieiri, it's not an option to go back, tell me, how am I going to show up at school with a two year old, who happens to look like a copy of my ex-boyfriend, Gojo Satoru, who it should be clarified also teaches there? it's crazy". Of course you had thought about going back, from the first moment you did, but you didn't have the guts to face Satoru and tell him the truth. "Y/n, are you seriously thinking of not telling him, you said it yourself, Ryu is a copy of his father and therefore, surely, he's going to have the same skills as Satoru, and that makes him the future heir of the Gojo clan", there was silence in the call and she spoke again "Besides you not only have to go back for that, you also have to claim your place in your clan, your father disappeared more than a year ago and you're still the only heir". You got a shudder when you heard that, you weren't interested in claiming anything and you didn't think it was right to do so either.

"Think about it, you know I can talk to Yaga-sensei and I'm sure he will be very happy to welcome you here again." Masamichi Yaga, besides having been your teacher, was like a dad to you, he always understood you and helped you in everything, you remembered how Satoru always bothered you saying that Yaga-sensei had a preference with you and it wasn't a lie.

"Okay, I'll think about it" you told her, "Alright, I'll call you later, say hi to my cute nephew" she replied. "When he stops eating and pays attention to me, I'll tell him you said hi" you heard her laugh on the other end of the line, "Bye Ieiri" and they both hung up.

You walked over to your son and stroked his white, slightly messy hair, but he continued to eat and watch a children's program on the TV. "Hey Ryu" he finally looked up at you, his big little eyes that seemed to reflect the sky, just like his father's, and the corner of his mouth a little smeared with food, almost killed you with tenderness, "Would you like to go live near Aunt Ieiri?" you asked him and his eyes seemed to sparkle more than usual, and a smile formed on his face, showing his little teeth, "Yes, yes!" he replied. Ryusei adored Shoko, even though he didn't know her in person, he loved talking to her on video call and loved when she sent him toys as gifts.

Even though you were so scared, you made up your mind. You were going back to Japan. You needed work and maybe it was time to face the problems you left behind when you ran away.

And mostly, it was time to tell Satoru the truth.

Hii, I am very happy for the support I am receiving and I thank you very much🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷.

I was just dropping by to tell you that the question box is open for any request you want to ask me!

@idktbhloley

[clowndotgay]

I'm figuring out blender using your models! It's been a super fun experience. This is the first render that I've made using a full body + head!

Some problems I'm facing so far are:

I don't know how to color his hands.

I can't get his neck piece to stay with the rest of his head!

Replacing the texture of the suit is HARD.

If you could help me out with those things (and also help me out with any other problems you see with this render) that would be greatly appreciated! Feel free to not do that, though.

oh, this rocks! really long post below!

as for question 1: enter the "shading" tab at the top of blender,

and click on the hands. at the bottom of your screen will be this whole jumble of nodes. click on the "Attribute" one to highlight it, and then delete it.

After you've deleted it, you need to click on the gray next to the letter "A". Click on "Hex" in the menu that pops up, and put in the hex code of the colour of the hands you want. For Flint, that'll be (around) F14E18.

Yay! your hands have colours now!!!

as for question 2:

so, when you append a cog head model to the body model file, it'll kind of just be sitting there. what you need to do to attach this head to the body is to first enter Pose Mode while you have the head's armature (bunch'a bones) selected. then, select their bottommost bone (typically named "root"). for Flint, it's this one right here.

once you've selected the root, click on the blue bone with the thingie around it in the Properties menu in the bottom right.

Click Add Bone Constraint, then click "Child Of" (rectangled in red below)

this constraint is going to make this bone follow the bone of another armature. for this, we want the armature it follows to be the body, so click on the empty field labelled "target" and type "suitA" into the box (or suitB, suitC, etc. dependent on the body). then, click on the empty field labelled "bone" and type in "head" (NOT joint_head!! just head!!). this will make the whole head snap to the neck!

your constraint will look like this:

and flint will look like this:

and... the little thingie around his neck didn't snap up! this is an issue that happens with flint's head, and to my recollection, only flint's head. not to worry, we can fix this by putting the exact same constraint but in the "Constraints" tab of the armature this time.

okay, that fixes him.

as for question 3:

go into the "UV Editing" tab of blender, navigate to the suit texture on the left, click "Image" and then click "Unpack".

it'll prompt you again after you click unpack, just click "Remove Pack". after you do that, click "Image" again, but this time click "Replace". this will open up a file choosing menu. navigate to wherever you stored the blender ports, and there should be a folder of suit textures. open that and double click on firestarters suit texture.

and... there we go! firestarter! in the.. metal!

as for anything else:

the only thing i notice about this render is that some things could be hidden, like the bowtie, other size of tie, and the health insignia. in the top right of blender, there's a listing of everything in the scene. everything has a little eye icon and a camera icon to the right of it. if you click the eye icon you won't be able to see it anymore in the viewport, and if you click the camera you won't see it in the render.

knowing this, you can just make some stuff (like the white health insignia and the bowtie) go away by doing this!

also. if you want to have the health insignia become a certain colour like it does in game, all you need to do is the same thing you did to the hands. go to shader tab, click on the health insignia (and the glow), remove Attribute, add colour, bam!

one last thing that may help if you are unaware: you can make a render transparent by just clicking this in the "Render" tab of "Properties". navigating menus is for nerds, though, so you can just type "transparent" into the search bar and it'll show you where you can see that. turn "Filter Size" down to 0.00 px if you want no antialiasing, also.

closing notes (because i like having excessively long posts)

sorry for making this an excessively long post! i hope that it helps you in some fashion! i worry about putting too many images in 1 post sometimes but i hope that they help! also i am glad you are having fun with blender :o) playing with ttcc models like they are dolls is how i learned literally anything that i know about blender! so it makes me happy seeing other people learn blender for ttcc stuff.

send another ask my way if you have any other questions or i didn't make something clear! i find model stuff to be fun to talk about, and i spent enough time fumbling through trial and error that i'd much rather tell help someone do something rather than have them do the same trial and error

[the-starry-seas]

omg you're a techo enjoyer too??? blessed 🥺 do you have any hcs or plot tribbles about them you'd be willing to share?

So Tech is the person that Echo spends the most time with, when he first goes with the Batch. This isn't because of any desire to connect on Tech's part - the only reason nobody calls him unfriendly is cause Crosshair is right there, in much the way that your neighbour's snarly dog isn't much of a problem compared to a rabid T Rex.

Instead, it's because the Bad Batch realise that, y'know, Echo's been Matrixed into a freezer for a while (timeline is not my strength but it was a few years, I think). Somebody's gotta figure out those cyborg parts and how to fix them, preferably before something breaks. And of course for something that serious, you choose the smart one.

At first, Echo is very awkward about this. The last thing he wants is someone digging around in his parts, even if it's for a good reason. But he also knows that it's going to be even worse for everybody if he has some sudden breakdown that disables him. So he grits his teeth and bears it.

(Tech does not notice shit about this. He has new science to explore, new problems to figure out, and human interaction has never been his strong suit. Autism King <3)

There's definitely some initial awkwardness, but Echo figures out pretty quickly that if he gets Tech rambling about something, the sound of his voice is soothing. Echo thinks nothing of it. (lol. lmao even.) He also comes to find it vaguely endearing when Tech gets distracted in the middle of something because he thinks of some cool upgrade that he can do. The Iron Man-style rocket boots are a total success. Tech is fully convinced his sensation of affection and pride is just because he got the boots working, and nothing to do with Echo himself (again: lol. lmao even.)

Tech pokes at the dataport, frowns, and looks down at his datapad. "Can you give me a hand with this?" A metal arm clatters to the floor next to him. Echo, across the room, hasn't moved from his co-pilot's seat and is still watching the latest episode of his holodrama. "Technically," he begins, adjusting his goggles with an indignant sniff, "yes, that is what I asked for. But I expected better of you."

Echo suddenly has some fucking thoughts about the possibility of Tech praising him, let me tell you. Still, he also has some reservations, because there's times where Tech gets too invested in the ✨ science ✨ and Echo starts feeling kind of like an experiment all over again.

Anyway the two of them are getting along pretty well and Tech is remaining fairly oblivious to both their feelings. (This is not a dig at Tech, I'm simply a huge sucker for ships where one of them doesn't realise their feelings until a Dramatic Moment, generally involving a near-death experience.) Except that Echo doesn't much like talking about his past and all the Clone Trauma™, especially pertaining to his lost Fives, and Tech's a nosy bitch who wants to know everything.

So Tech finds a way to get Echo's file. If the reg's not gonna talk, well, when has Tech ever respected a 'no access' sign? He reads through it and takes some notes, and it seems as though things are fine.

Except once Echo actually does start opening up about his past, Tech jumps in to fill in some details. Details that Echo certainly never told him. And Echo wants to know how Tech knows, and Tech's a shit liar, so the truth comes out.

Echo is not pleased with the truth.

(pain incoming)

"Well, I've... read your file," Tech says, hesitantly. He reaches up to adjust his goggles. A nervous tic, one that Echo usually finds endearing. But hearing that Tech was reading his file makes something twist in his stomach - what's left of it. Especially with Tech nervous about it. Echo's never really seen him like that. Not with him. "Okay," he replies, fighting to keep his voice and expression as close to 'calm' as possible. "And?" "I know it's been, well, hard. For you. For the other reg- the other clones." Echo stares at him, too shocked to attempt a look of neutrality any more. Tech must be joking. He must be. Not about reading his file, Echo had assumed that the Batch had all dug into him to find out who he was. But thinking that he knows anything about what it was like? Just because he read a file? He's seen the kinds of files that are kept on clones. They're dry, succinct, and mention nothing about who a clone is, just a service record like the kind you'd see kept about a machine. Because that's just about all they were, to the people in charge. The clones certainly weren't people to anyone but themselves. "So what's it like, Tech? Go on, you read the file." He waits. It's harsh, he knows, maybe even cruel, but he's not much in a laughing mood any more. "Maybe I... missed a few things," Tech hedges, looking very much like he wants to escape. "How much more do you want to know? Because they carved me out of myself, but they left the memories, and I see all of it every single night, so I can tell you more than the devil himself could stomach." He waits, but Tech doesn't say anything, just shifts his weight, eyes wide, fingers curling and uncurling around his datapad. Finally, Echo says, "You don't know shit, Tech. Don't ever pretend you do. Especially not around me." He leaves. For once, Tech's not distracted. For once, Tech watches him go.

So there's a bump in the road, as it were. Well, more like hitting a moose with your janky 90s sedan. You walked away from it physically fine but you have an overwhelming feeling about how oh god you're so fucked. Also who do you call about that???

Echo calls Rex. Rex does not know what to do about this. He lets Echo vent until they've been sitting quietly for a few minutes, and then suggests that maybe that was just Tech's way of trying to connect to Echo. Not exactly normal, "but you always did say, when you called, that he always paid attention to you and wanted to know more about you. Maybe this is an extension of that, and he didn't realise that he was crossing some lines."

(Yes, in my head, Rex is lowkey playing matchmaker. He's heard the way Echo's voice changes when he talks about Tech, and he wants to see where this goes.)

Meanwhile, Tech is bothering the shit out of Hunter because 'you know how people work, what did I do?'

This is the first that Hunter is hearing about any of this. He doesn't have the slightest idea what's going on, but he does have some experience with relationship difficulties caused by inadvertent assholery *inserts my Cross/Hunter agenda here*

So Rex helps Echo calm down, and Hunter helps Tech figure out how to apologise. Tech doesn't do shit with that knowledge because emotional conversations suck and he'd much rather pretend that just never happened, thank you goodbye. He's just a huge anxious mess because he doesn't know why people think he's being weird or mean or rude when he thought they were Just Vibing.

It takes like two months for Tech to make a move to fix this, is what I'm saying.

"Echo?" Tech asks hesitantly. He stands with his hands clasped in front of him, one thumb rubbing over the knuckles of his opposite hand. "Fuck off." Tech winces, but, well - with the way he inadvertently treated Echo, it's not like he can complain. "I- when I mentioned your file-" "Don't." "I was just trying to say that you didn't have to hide anything from me. That you were one of us. And we'd do our best to understand. I didn't- I'm not good at apologies, I'm sorry, I'll go-" "Wait." Tech freezes in the doorway, even more uncertain now. Echo sighs and looks at him. If his gaze is supposed to be communicating something, it's not in a language that Tech speaks. Maybe his uncertainty shows on his face, or maybe Echo was just waiting to collect his thoughts. "Thanks, Tech." Despite the awkward seriousness of their conversation, Tech smiles. "You're welcome, Echo. And if there's- I wouldn't blame you if you didn't want to, you know, but if there's anything you wanted to talk about, um, well, I'm only so far away. The Marauder's not a big ship." Echo doesn't say anything else, but he nods, and Tech feels like he actually managed to make some progress as he slips back out to the kitchen.

Anyway Echo has to comm Rex and send him ten bucks because Rex was right about Tech not being an asshole. Rex is only a little smug about this.

Echo slowly starts gravitating back towards Tech after that, and Tech is all !!!! not entirely sure what's happening but apparently the hot one Echo doesn't hate him any more so that's great!

They eventually get back into their groove and Tech makes him those kickass rocket boots to apologise for the whole... whatever that was. Words are hard, inventing is easy. He's still not 100% sure what went down, but Echo seems to have forgiven him, so he doesn't want to bring it up again. (He does, but it's like... a full year later, once he's definitely sure that Echo's not mad at him about it any more.)

Good thing that they do find their way back together, because one of Echo's legs breaks. And of course Tech's the one who immediately gets a little googly-eyed about finally being able to take Echo's leg apart. (He was strictly forbidden from Tinkering while Echo was wearing them, because Echo doesn't completely trust Tech to be able to resist the siren call of becoming a mad scientist. He adores the man, but he also knows Tech's weaknesses.)

Tech does indeed get a little mad scientist-y when he gets his hands all over those legs. He spends a week with a diet of space Red Bull, dry instant ramen, and no sleep, and comes up with Legs 2.0.11.8. He almost blows the ship up once or twice, but nothing seriously affects the life support systems, so it's fine, leave the lab alone.

Legs 2.0.11.8 are lighter, more durable, fit more comfortably, and have not only the fancy rocket boosters, but the ability to switch out normal treads for heavy ones and even climbing crampons! And a thousand other upgrades, but he's talking so fast that Echo genuinely has no idea what's going on. He figures that he can ask to read Tech's file about em later (yes he jokes about that, no Tech doesn't know if he can laugh).

When Echo first tries out his new legs, he loses his balance and goes straight into Tech's arms. Tech catches him and murmurs You're doing great, Echo.

Echo is running on an emotional high of having his legs back, having much better legs than the last ones, being caught by a hot nerd, and being praised by a hot nerd.

There's nothing to do about all that except kiss Tech.

He briefly thinks he's encountered a massive problem when Tech doesn't kiss back, and just stands there with a thoughtful look on his face. There's about a thousand things crossing Echo's mind in that moment, none of them exactly good. Can he get kicked off a squad for kissing someone???

Tech calmly says, "That was unexpected but perfectly acceptable. I commend your technique."

Echo isn't entirely sure what that means for a second, but then Tech pulls him in with both hands and tongues him, and Echo figures he doesn't need to ask.

The Batch is entirely unaware of this until three weeks later, when Echo joins them in the cockpit and sits right down in Tech's lap with his legs crossed. Wrecker wants to know why Echo's not in his usual co-pilot's chair. Echo just says figure it out and nudges Tech's chin up to kiss him.

Okay I've got so many headcanons too hold on

Tech's bunk is full of half-forgotten-about wires, metal sheets, pieces of rebar, loose screws, and the occasional shard of glass. Echo will not get into that bunk, they cuddle in Echo's hammock.

Tech will lay on top of Echo like a living weighted blanket and is perfectly happy to stay there for 12+ hours if he gets really invested in something on his datapad. This is often some design for another improvement to Echo's implants, so double bonus!

Strip chess

They love crosswords but they manage to get really competitive. Usually this means they make out about it, but sometimes they get mad at each other. Scrabble is banned after a few Incidents that resulted in yelling and a little blood, Hunter burned the tiles.

Tech keeps begging Echo into picking up dangerous insects, snails, frogs, and poisonous plants with his metal hand. Echo doesn't have to worry about getting bitten/poisoned and Tech can get a close-up look. Best of both worlds!

LEGO couple. If you haven't seen them for 16 hours? They got deeply invested into space version of some NASA set with 4000 pieces. Echo will bite you if you interrupt them.

Echo doesn't handle cold weather, it reminds him too much of being stuck as a POW. This means that the Batch leaves him on the ship on arctic missions but it also means Tech gets him eight pairs of fluffy socks because he read on the holonet that those are the best for keeping warm. Nobody's allowed to point out that Echo no longer has feet to keep warm. Echo wears them anyway and has favourites.

Sometimes Echo uses his USB hand to lock Tech's datapad when Tech won't go to sleep

He has a body pillow because it helps when his hips hurt. It's custom printed to look like Tech. Tech gets irrationally jealous over seeing Echo cuddle it.

Tech can do that finger skateboard thing and Echo uniroincally thinks it's really clever of him and admires his tricks

Tech makes Echo a new arm that has a human-shaped hand on the end so it has a wider range of function. The USB comes out of the tip of Echo's middle finger, at Echo's request.

Echo shakes hands/takes things from people with his metal hand. Tech is the only exception.

Tech likes crouching and crawling around, instead of walking 'normally'. There's been a few times that his head's popped up from where he's been crawling around on the floor like a snake, and Echo almost kicked him in the face because it scared him.

Echo can do some Black Widow shit with his new metal legs. He tries them all out on Tech cause it gets Tech real hot and bothered

There's been several times that Tech runs away from making out because he had a breakthrough thought on some project. Echo is always a little mad about it.

Tech snores. Loudly. Echo always turns off his hearing aids and lets that be everyone else's problem. He likes the way Tech's chest moves against his when they're sleeping together.

Echo keeps the lights off and his shirt on when they're getting intimate for years. Lot of self-esteem issues related to how his body looks. It's Tech's unfailing admiration for the occasional shirtless look, that eventually helps Echo start to accept himself.

Tech's name in Echo's phone is 'cyare' and Echo's name in Tech's phone is 'Echo 💙'

Echo once casually refers to a 'honey-do list' and Tech needs a reboot because holy shit he's honey!!!

Everyone can always tell when they were making out because Echo has hickeys everywhere. At first he was embarrassed about it but nowadays he shows them off.

Rex once commented 'oh, wow, did Echo get hit in the throat?' and Tech spat his water across the table. That was how Rex found out they were hooking up.

Rex said he was going to give Tech the shovel talk and Tech immediately started talking over him about the types of screws used to connect shovel heads. Rex never got around to his part.

Tech and Echo always walk holding hands. Sometimes the rest of the Batch stops or changes directions, and Tech doesn't notice with his datapad two inches from his face, so Echo gently tugs him in the right direction.

Sometimes the rest of the Batch didn't stop or change direction, and Echo is pulling him into an alley to make out.

Tech still hasn't lived down the time he came back from a detour with Echo and then had to go back to find his codpiece.

They stargaze whenever they're planetside. Tech loves infodumping about the stars and Echo loves to listen. Tech custom-built a two-person lawn chair so they can put their feet up. Echo's fallen asleep cuddled up to him more times than even Tech can count.

Echo has to be physically direct with flirting, cause if he just says something like "wow you're hot", then Tech just says "yes thank you", and keeps doing what he's doing. Gotta distract him from his project by kissing him or sitting in his lap or something before Echo can get to the words part.

[feyhunter78]

hii if it's okay could i request 10 with elrond? obsessed with hair brushing/combing/braiding as a love language or form of intimacy for the elves

You most definitely can!!! I'm also so obsessed with the forms of intimacy that Tolkien created for Elves, it's all so romantic and beautiful!

Wedding Braids

This crosses #10 off the list for Elrond!

You sat in front of the mirror, fingers working quickly to undo the complex braid you’d done. Letting out a frustrated sigh, you placed your hair clasp down on the vanity.

You were good at braiding, always had been, but the stress of planning your upcoming wedding had begun to get to you. All that was left was to choose a wedding braid, but no, you suddenly found yourself hating every hairstyle in existence.

Simple braids, twists, crown braids, braids with flowers, or gems placed within them, nothing felt right. You were on the verge of tears as you pulled the remaining pins from your hair. You just wanted everything to be perfect, but your hair did not want to cooperate.

You ran your hands through your hair angrily, wincing when your fingers got caught in a knot.

“Starlight, everything alright?” Elrond asked from across the room. He was seated at his writing desk, his back to you.

“Everything is perfect.” You said, all emotion drained from your voice as you attempted to untangle your now unruly hair.

You saw him turn in the reflection of the mirror. His eyes fell on your despondent form, and he stood quickly, making his way over to you. “Do you require assistance?”

You let out another sigh and nodded.

He eased you out of your chair and then sat with his back against your shared bed, motioning for you to sit between his legs.

You looked down at him, feeling utterly exhausted. “What are you doing?”

“Come, sit between my legs. I will comb your hair.” He said gently holding a hand out to you.

You grabbed your brush and comb, handing it to him before sitting, staring blankly at the legs of your vanity’s chair.

Elrond’s fingers ran through your hair, swiftly untangling the knot that had you so frustrated, before he picked up your hairbrush and began running it through your hair.

The tension in your shoulders melted away with each gentle stroke, and you shivered when he swept your hair aside to press a soft kiss to the nape of your neck.

“You do not have to do this, I was merely frustrated, I will figure out my hair for our wedding soon.” You reassured him, feeling a thick slab of guilt settle in your chest.

He had been so patient, so kind, and so helpful, throughout the entire planning process, even though he had his own duties to tend to, and now instead of working on the High-King’s speech he was brushing your hair. A simple task that even a child could do, and yet you had failed.

It felt like all you did was fail as of late, Elrond always had to swoop in and fix something, or comfort you. You swallowed hard, blinking back tears, he was so perfect, and you? You were a mess, a failure of an elf who couldn’t even decide on which braid to wear.

“I wish to do this; I enjoy spending these moments with you.” He said, his steady voice and kind words opening the floodgates.

You buried your face in your hands, curling in on yourself as you sobbed.

Elrond’s hands were on you in an instant, pulling you into his chest, cooing soft words of comfort, as he turned you to face him.

“You are perfect, and you have ensured that our wedding will be perfect, but I am a failure, I will ruin the day.” You refused to look at him, spilling your thoughts as quickly as tears spilled from your eyes. “You should leave me and marry someone more worthy.”

“Y/N, why do you say such things? Who has put these terrible thoughts in your head?” He asked, gently removing your hands from your face, and tilting your chin up to look at him.

“No one, they are mine alone, and they are true, you know it.” You sniffled, hands fiddling with the beading on your dress.

“They are not true.” He said firmly. “You are divine, y/n, there is no one more worthy than you.” He shook his head, warm hands cupping your face, his thumbs brushing away your tears. “If there is any here who is not worthy, it is I.”

“How could you say that? My love, you are the kindest and most excellent man, I am honored that you have chosen me to share your life with.”

He gave you a soft smile. “And you are the most beautiful, and intelligent woman I could ever have the privilege of marrying. These thoughts of inadequacy, yes, are in your head, my starlight, but that does not make them true.”

“But I cannot even choose a braid for the ceremony.” You said, voice small.

Elrond nuzzled his nose against yours. “My starlight, you could appear with twigs and leaves in your hair and I would still find you as radiant as the sun.”

“I wish to look perfect for you, I know you will look so handsome, and I do not want people to talk and say that—”

He kissed you gently, cutting off your anxiety fueled words, his soft lips stealing your distress and replacing it with a warm fuzzy feeling and the taste of blackberries.

“You need not fret about what the others may say, I will drown them out with your praises.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, one hand leaving your cheek to stroke up and down your arm soothingly. “And there is no way you could adorn yourself, good or bad, that would change my love for you. It is as a river runs, relentless and headless of any obstacles in its path.”

Your eyes found his. “I just worry.” You admitted softly.

He kissed your forehead once more. “I know y/n, but you must have faith in me, faith in our love. Does your heart still ring as true as it did the night we first kissed?”

You nodded, memories of your kiss in the gardens rose up. You’d seen fireworks behind your eyelids, and felt as if you were weightless, floating into the night sky with only the feeling of Elrond’s warm lips against yours to ground you. “Of course, my heart has not ceased ringing for you since that night.”

He turned you back around, picking up your ivory comb. “Then trust in the song that sings in both our hearts.” He began combing through your hair, sending shivers down your spine.

You closed your eyes and began to relax, placing your worries in Elrond’s diligent hands.

His fingers deftly sectioned your hair, twisting and braiding, before you felt him place something on your knee.

You opened your eyes and gasped. There on your folded knee was a beautifully crafted hair clasp. Made of gold with emerald inlays, it swirled and curled forming a complex pattern, the small emeralds nestled within the pure gold like stars in the night sky.

“I am aware that I had already given you a clasp when I proposed, but I asked Celebrimbor to make this.” He sounded shy, and a smile tugged at your lips. “The clasp I proposed with was rushed, I would not feel right having you wear it on such a special day.”

You picked up the clasp, eyeing all the intricate details with quiet awe. “It is…so beautiful, Elrond, thank you.”

He took it from your hand and clasped it to the end of your braid. “Now, tell me if my soon-to-be bride favors this braid or another.”

You stood and held up your hand mirror, angling it, so you could see what he had created. “My love…” You trailed off, speechless at the masterpiece he had brought to life. It was elegant yet simple, and he had left two strands loose to frame your face.

“If you do not like it, I can do another one.” He said, shifting his weight nervously.

“I love it, and I love you.” You said, a bright smile blooming across your face. “Of course, I may add some flowers, but besides that it is perfect.” You embraced him, breathing in the scent of evergreens and parchment.

“It is perfect because it was done on the most beautiful of hair, and by hands that adore you beyond all others.” He said, lightly running his fingers over the braided tresses, and resting on your marriage clasp, as he leaned in to kiss you once more.

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