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love in the dark (wanda maximoff x reader)

synopsis: your plan is simple; get through your senior year and make it to college with minimal fuss. what you aren't expecting is the spanner in the works that is wanda maximoff and her stupidly kissable lips.

series warnings: high school au (everyone is 18), secret relationship, jealousy, allusions to and brief mentions of smut, fluff, angst

chapter warnings: first time (mostly), bottom!wanda, it’s getting angsty besties <3

words: 5.8k

a/n: this is a little late, sorry bout that - had a pretty tiring week and forgot to queue it lmfao. but alas.... aha... the beginning of the end... :D

part one | part two | part four | part five

Ding.

You groan at the interrupting, burying your face against the pillow in an attempt to hide from the light coming in from the window.

Ding.

You huff, reaching blindly towards your bedside table in search of your phone. It goes off again before you can find it, and you squint against the brightness of the screen as you read the notifications.

I’m sorry for last night

I was a mess

You rub your eyes, sitting up in bed and scooting until your back finds the headboard.

it’s alright, don’t apologise

how are you feeling?

Hungover. Head hurts like crazy

There’s a few seconds of a typing bubble, and then…

Wish you were here to kiss it better :(

You huff a laugh, feeling your cheeks heat up for no real reason.

smooth.

I know I am ;)

You roll your eyes at your girlfriend’s antics, that dopey grin still on your face.

let me know if you need anything, ok?

Wanda sends a heart emoji back, and you sigh softly, dropping your phone beside you and climbing out of bed, heading towards the shower. Some twenty minutes later, you make your way downstairs for breakfast - or, well, lunch, really. You aren’t expecting to find Iryna Maximoff unpacking the dishwasher, and it takes you a moment to unscramble your sleepy brain.

“Morning, love. I didn’t wake you, did I?”

You blink, shaking your head. “No,” you say. “You didn't. I - I didn’t know you were… isn’t it your day off?”

The woman smiles almost sheepishly. “Technically, yes. But your mother mentioned she was doing a double shift – I wanted to make sure you were doing okay. Especially because you dropped my kids home last night.”

You swallow thickly, reaching for the fruit bowl if only to make sure Iryna doesn’t catch your cheeks flushing in that way they always do whenever she mentions Wanda. “Oh, that’s okay. It’s not like I was gonna let ‘em walk home at that hour.”

“Still,” Iryna says gently. “I need to find some way to thank you.”

You smile, hopping up onto the counter. “You could thank me by actually taking your day off,” you say cheekily, and Iryna clicks her tongue, shooting you a look as she closes the now-empty dishwasher. “Really, Mrs Maximoff. I’ll be fine.”

“You’ve got something for dinner?”

A nod. “There’s stuff for pasta in the fridge. Or I can order takeout.”

She twists her lips, then sighs a little. “Alright. But you’ll let me know if you have any problems?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She smiles again. “Alright, then. I’ll leave you to it. See you Tuesday.”

“Bye.”

The front door clicks shut, and you let out a relieved breath. The tightness in your chest doesn’t quite alleviate, and you recognise the feeling as guilt. Lying sucks. Especially to someone as kind and sweet as Iryna is. Even if you might not be so fond of her readiness to send her daughter halfway across the globe, you have a deep respect for her; for any of her flaws, Iryna Maximoff’s heart is with her children, her sole focus on ensuring they have a good future. You can’t fault her for that.

All that respect for the woman doesn’t help with the guilt that lying to her makes you feel. Sometimes, you think about how it would be if she knew how you felt about her daughter; if things were different, maybe she would’ve welcomed you with open arms. Wanda already insists that she adores you, and the notion of it warms your chest. But recently, all that warmth finds itself overrun by the heavy feeling of shame, and you hate it.

For the millionth time, you wish things were different.

The next few days are uneventful. School, stealing moments with Wanda, home. School, Wanda, training, home. So on and so forth. Until Thursday, second period: biology.

When the teacher announces a project to be done in pairs, you immediately turn to Carol. Until, of course, she starts rattling off pairs almost at random. Carol mutters a damn it, banging her head into the table, and you laugh a little in amusement until, “Okay, Jarvis with Carol, Wanda with Y/N. Y/N and Jarvis swap seats.”

You don’t hear Carol’s tiny groan of disappointment over the eye contact you make with Wanda, both of you doing your best not to let your excitement show on your faces. You force your eyes away from her to start gathering your stuff, cautious not to look too desperate. You’re about to stand when Carol nudges you, and you shoot her a look before she points over to Wanda.

Or so you think.

Jarvis is leaning over, that ‘charming’ grin on his face. “Y/N, how about we swap partners?”

Your eyes flick to Wanda, her jaw tight, eyebrows cinched just enough that you can tell she’s disappointed. Your stomach twists uncomfortably when you realise that Jarvis probably thinks it’s because she’s not partnered with him. You swallow thickly, start to stammer through a response.

“I, um…”

“No swapping!” the teacher announces, a general response to the various frustrated grumbles across the room. You watch Wanda smother a smile, give Jarvis a tightlipped one of your own.

“Sorry, Jarvis,” you say, pushing to stand. You look over at Carol, drop your voice to a whisper. “Good luck.”

She cracks a grin, leaning on her first in faux excitement. “What ever do you mean, I’m absolutely thrilled!”

You huff a laugh and step past Jarvis as he moves towards your own desk, sitting down beside Wanda. Her attempt to smother her smile fails as you meet her eyes, and your whole chest warms in response. She clears her throat, covering her mouth with her hand to hide the grin on her face.

“Okay,” she chokes out, clearing her throat again. “What do you - we should probably get a start on this.”

“Okay,” you say softly, mostly to yourself.

By the end of the lesson, you’ve made casual plans to meet at Wanda’s house after school to keep working on the project, and it’s the only thing you can think about for the rest of the day. You’re zoning out of the conversation at lunch, your eyes glancing in Wanda’s direction every time her pretty laugh echoes across the room, and each time your eyes meet you have to look away just so you don’t blush in the middle of the cafeteria. You’re prodding pointlessly at your lunch with your fork when Carol kicks you in the shin, hard.

“Ow!” you say loudly, head whipping up and meeting Carol’s easy grin.

“Sorry,” she says, not sounding it, “you were on another planet.”

“Right, sorry,” you reply, pushing a hand back through your hair. “What were we talking about?”

Val catches your attention, so you miss the half-second glance Carol shoots in Wanda’s direction and the way her face twists together in thoughtfulness.

You knock on the door to the Maximoff residence at 7:03pm, and your heartbeat is pounding against your ribs uncomfortably fast for the 38 seconds it takes for the door to open. The smile drops from your face when you’re met with Pietro instead of Wanda, and you shift awkwardly on your feet as he watches you with an almost amused expression.

“Hi,” you say as he leans against the doorway.

“Hey,” he replies.

You clear your throat. “Um, is - is Wanda home?”

He opens his mouth to respond, but he’s cut off by a loud, “Pietro, did you open the fucking door?”

He grins, looking a little caught, as Wanda appears beside him suddenly, roughly shoving at him to try and get him to move. He relents a few steps, enough for Wanda to step in his place and turn to smile at you.

“Hi, sorry,” she says, and then she reaches for your arm to tug you inside. The touch shoots shivers up your arm, makes your chest tight with panic at the audience. Sure, it’s just her brother, but still. Wanda turns to Pietro as she drags you further into the house, snapping at him in Sokovian. He fires right back at her, seemingly getting a kick out of pissing her off, and you can’t help the grin that pulls at your lips when you notice the frustrated flush making the tips of her ears red.

“Mudak!” Wanda says as you reach the top of the stairs, guiding you into her room. “Good-bye!”

You huff a laugh when she closes the door and lets out a sigh, the tension visibly draining from her shoulders.

“That was colourful,” you comment. Wanda shoots you a look. Or, at least, she tries to - her lips tick up into a smile. “What was that about?”

“He’s just - being annoying,” she says, waving a hand, and you smother a smile as you nod, putting your bag down on her bed. You pull out your laptop and all the other things you need for the assignment, but when you start to walk Wanda through your plan, turning to look at her, she pounces on you.

You hum in surprise against her mouth as she pushes at your shoulders to make you sit on the bed before sliding into your lap, kissing you in a way that’s thoroughly distracting.

“Mm,” you say against her lips, “Wanda, we gotta—” She sucks at your lip. “Baby, we really gotta do this assignment—”

“Let’s just do this all night,” she husks, mouth working hotly along your jaw. “Pietro’s going out. We’ve got the house to ourselves.”

Your huff of laughter turns into something closer to a soft moan when she nips at your earlobe. “Wanda.”

She leans back at your stern tone, pouting adorably. You grin at her, reaching up to press your thumb against her frown for a second.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you say on a chuckle. The pout falters, lips curling up again despite her best efforts. “Y’know Miss Clarke hates late hand-ins. We won’t finish it if we don’t start now.”

She sucks her teeth, hands sliding around to the nape of your neck so she can fiddle with the baby hairs there. “We have tomorrow, and all weekend,” she frowns.

“No, we don’t. I have plans with Carol tomorrow night, and you’ve got that—”

“Dinner on Sunday,” she groans, leaning forward to bury her face in the crook of your neck. You hum, stroke a hand up and down her back, smiling when she sighs contently against you. She leans back after a second, pecking your cheek and then your lips. “Okay. Let’s get this stupid assignment done.”

You squeeze her waist, kissing her chastely.

“That’s my girl.”

For Wanda’s sake, you pretend not to notice the way her cheeks go pink.

Wanda works dutifully for three and a half hours. She gives up sometime around 10:30, and you can feel her eyes burning into the side of your face as she lays on her tummy, chin propped up on her hands as she watches you where you sit at her desk.

“Baby?”

You hum distractedly, eyes focused on this last paragraph of the essay. Once you get this done, all that’s left is the conclusion. You vaguely hear the bed shift, and only a moment later, lithe arms wrap around your shoulders from behind, and she leans down to press a kiss to the top of your head.

“I’m bored.”

“We’re almost done, Wanda,” you reply, tipping your head back to look at her. She smiles down at you, kissing you chastely. You can practically hear her pout as you look back to the computer screen, rubbing at your sort of sore eyes. “Twenty more minutes, okay?”

“Just have a quick break,” Wanda says. “Let’s just go get some fresh air. Give your eyes a rest.”

And, okay, that does sound nice. Still, you know you should probably just crank it out and be done with it. As if Wanda can hear your thought process, she presses another kiss to your hair.

“Won’t be long, baby, I promise.”

You grumble softly, unable to deny her anything. “Okay,” you sigh, but you can’t help but grin when she squeals excitedly and tugs you to your feet, taking your hand as she leads you to the door.

“What about our shoes?” you ask.

“Don’t need ‘em,” she throws over her shoulder, and even if it’s a little odd, you choose to ignore it in favour of keeping her hand in yours. Wanda pulls you outside, her feet slowing as she leans into your side and walks you towards the pool, only stopping when you’re right at the edge. There are only a few leaves floating around in the otherwise clean pool, and you find yourself mesmerised by the movement of the water.

There’s only a month until prom, and then exams and then graduation and then college. There’s an unspoken uncertainty hanging between you and Wanda and just what your relationship is going to be like when you go off to college, or if there will even be one. There’s the off chance that you get into MIT and Wanda goes to New York instead of moving halfway around the world, and if that happens maybe you could go long-distance if the two of you stop hiding, but thinking about all the variables for too long makes you a little dizzy.

You don’t want to lose this, lose her. Even if it’s been hanging on by a thread since the day it started, you can’t help but think getting away from this town is going to be a sort of fresh start for the two of you. As naive and childish as it is, you can’t help but hope for it.

You can picture it so clearly - you both go to college only an hour’s flight away from each other, visit each other on the long weekends and the holidays and during the breaks, and then maybe you’ll move to New York and you’ll move into some shitty studio apartment and get a cat and make a space that’s yours.

But that life doesn’t involve Jarvis Stark or the plan that Wanda’s father has lain out so clearly or the secrecy and the hiding.

It’s unrealistic, and the smarter part of you knows that.

You’re pulled out of your thoughts when Wanda gently urges you to face her, pressing a quick kiss to your jaw. “What’re you thinkin’ so hard about, baby?”

You manage a teasing smile. “All the work we still gotta do,” you reply. Wanda rolls her eyes, winds her arms around your neck, and leans in close enough that her lips brush against yours when she speaks.

“Anyone ever told you you’re an overachiever?”

You fake an affronted noise, leaning back to look at her properly. She grins cheekily up at you. “Says you, Miss Straight A’s.”

“I actually have a B+ in calculus,” she retorts, and you huff a laugh, leaning in close again.

“My little nerd,” you murmur, and Wanda giggles as you kiss her. It starts off soft and sweet, but when she bites down on your lip, you pull back and ignore her pout of protest, dropping a few kisses to her cheeks. “You’re too distracting for your own good, you know that?”

She just hums, and then her face pulls together in almost concern. “Are you hot? I’m feeling kind of hot.”

You frown. “No…?”

“No, I think you are.”

Your confusion only grows. “Is this some sort of innuendo I don’t get—?”

You’re cut off by your own yelp when Wanda shoves you into the pool. Suddenly, it makes plenty sense why she’d told you not to bother with your shoes. You’re just glad you don’t have your phone on you. You break the surface to find Wanda doubled over in laughter, and it’s hard to stay mad at her when she’s full-belly laughing.

“You asshole!” you laugh, holding on to the edge as she presses a hand to her tummy, trying to get ahold of herself. “Was this your plan the whole time?”

She giggles, nodding, and you shake your head in disbelief. Before you can pull yourself out of the water, however, she’s leaping in as well. You splash water at her when she comes to the surface, and she giggles relentlessly as she pushes forward until she can reach you, gripping onto your shoulders and wrapping her legs around your waist.

All your previous worries are thrown right out the window as you struggle to kiss her between your laughter, your hands low on her waist as you hold her in the water.

After you shiver ten minutes later, Wanda leads you back into the house and fetches two towels. She kisses your cheek once you’ve wrapped yourself up and murmurs about getting you into a set of dry clothes before grabbing your hand and tugging you into her bedroom. You wait patiently as she rummages through her wardrobe for clothes, handing you a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt once she’s found them.

You quickly change into the dry clothes as she searches for her own, and when Wanda turns to look at you as you’re tugging the shirt over her head, you catch her eyes lingering on your revealed skin before she snaps them up. She blushes intensely when you give her a knowing smirk, quickly looking away and turning to put her set of clothes on her bed.

“Are the - are the clothes okay?” she asks, her voice a little strained. You do your best to stop the smile from growing.

“Yeah,” you reply. “I’d say goodbye to these sweatpants, if I were you. They’re quite comfortable.”

Wanda huffs, rolling her eyes good-naturedly at your comment. “Buy your own,” she shoots back, and you simply hum in response, caught on the way the bedside lamp is painting her face. It’s probably a silly thing to get rendered speechless by, but you can’t help it; Wanda is almost painfully beautiful.

Her hands freeze at the hem of her shirt when she realises you’re still watching her, and she clears her throat, raising her eyebrows pointedly when you meet her gaze.

“Oh, right, yeah.”

You turn around and close your eyes for good measure, doing your best to get the heavy beating of your heart back in control as the sound of Wanda pulling her shirt over her head finds you.

But then, “Y/N?”

Her voice is soft and shy, and has your heart fluttering.

“Yeah?”

There’s a long, heavy beat of silence. And then, “Turn around?”

With your heart still pounding solidly against your ribcage, you do so. Wanda exhales shakily as your eyes find her standing in her black lace bra, her shirt twisting anxiously between her fingers. You fight to keep your eyes on her face, but it proves difficult and you can feel your face warming.

Even in the low light in the room, you can see the faint blush taking over Wanda’s cheeks, too. With a deep breath, you step over to her, eyes on hers.

She bites into her lip as you reach her, one hand lifting to brush damp strands of hair away from her eyes and the other gingerly finding her waist. Her shirt flutters to the ground between your feet as her hands slide up onto your shoulders, and ever so slowly, you lean in.

Wanda gasps softly when your lips find hers, pressing delicately. It’s not your first kiss by any means, but there’s something different thrumming in the air around you, something much more intense. There’s a tension in your lower tummy, warmth pooling throughout your whole body, and the feel of Wanda’s soft skin beneath your fingertips is doing nothing to cool you down.

When you pull back for air, Wanda trails after you, curling a hand around the nape of your neck to tug you back in, kissing you with more certainty now. She steps towards the bed, licking at your bottom lip and dragging a groan out of you. Carefully, you guide her onto her back, settling between her legs and propping yourself up on your elbows.

Her breath catches when you meet her eyes, searching her face for any sign that she wants to stop. Long eyelashes flutter as a tiny smile curls up one corner of her mouth, her hand shifting so she can trace the line of your cheekbones, then over the bow of your lips.

She blushes when you kiss the pads of her fingertips. “Hi,” she whispers.

“Hey,” you murmur back. “You okay? You wanna keep going?”

She nods, licks her bottom lip. “I just… I’ve never done this before,” she admits shyly.

You swallow hard. “Neither,” you reply. “We… we’ll take it slow, okay?” She nods, pulls you down so that she can kiss you, slow and deep, and it makes your head spin. When you need to breathe, you trail your kisses along her jaw and down her throat, and Wanda gasps when you nip at her pulse point.

Her hands tug at your shirt. “Off?” she asks in a murmur. “Wanna feel you.”

You push up onto your knees just long enough to do as much, your whole body lighting up when Wanda hooks her legs over your hips to press you closer to her as you kiss. She hums appreciatively as her nails drag feather-light lines over your back, her other hand gently fisting into the back of your hair.

Your hips jolt at the subtle tug, a soft groan slipping out of your lips, and Wanda moans at the movement, her thighs tightening their hold.

“More,” Wanda gasps, rocking her hips up in a desperate search for that friction again, and your whole body runs hot. You lean back to look at her as you press your hips down again, and you can’t help but smile when she whines softly. “Please.”

It’s almost a whimper, and the sound makes something in you click. You swallow hard, eyes trained on her face. Her cheeks are thoroughly flushed and her pupils are blown wide as she gazes up at you, desperation written all over her face. Biting into your lip, you push off of her again to help her tug her shorts down her legs. Her breathing roughens with each inch of revealed skin, and you find yourself hesitating once her shorts are discarded and she’s left in just her panties and bra in front of you.

“You’re so beautiful,” you whisper, breathless, and Wanda’s cheeks flush further, a shy smile tugging at her mouth.

Wanda licks her lip as she pushes to sit, eyes on yours as she twists a hand behind her back to undo the clip on her bra. As the fabric falls away, you feel your mouth go dry. You lift your eyes back to her face in an attempt to be respectful, and Wanda smiles softly, sitting up further to kiss you. She pulls you down as she settles onto her back again, tugging you flush against her, and god.

“I want you to touch me,” she murmurs against your lips, each word sending a chill down your spine. “Can you do that, please, baby?”

You manage a nod, brushing your lips along her jaw and down her throat, heart pounding as Wanda guides your hand between your bodies. You can’t help yourself when your palm brushes over her chest; you squeeze one of her breasts, revelling in the way Wanda gasps sharply and arches into the touch, moaning quietly when you swipe your thumb over her hardened nipple.

Lifting your head to kiss her, slow and deep, you trail your hand lower, and as you slip your fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, pulling away from her mouth to watch her eyes flutter and her mouth fall open on a silent moan, you know with terrifyingly startling clarity that you love her.

Sometime later, after Wanda has fallen asleep on your chest with your fingers stroking through her hair, you gently shift her off you and onto the mattress. She stirs with a soft groan, but sighs and falls back asleep when you smooth a hand over her back. As quietly as you can, you get back into your clothes.

When you lean over to kiss her hair, she wakes, fingers catching in your borrowed hoodie.

“Where’re you going?” she asks, eyes still shut and her lips pulled down in a pout.

“Home,” you whisper, grabbing her hand and lacing your fingers. Wanda squeezes weakly, whines out in protest.

“Stay, baby, please,” she mumbles. Your heart somehow swoops and leaps at the same time, and you sigh softly, bringing her hand to your lips to press a gentle kiss against the back of it.

“I can’t, sweetheart. Pietro’s gonna be home tonight.”

She grumbles, tugs roughly on your hand, and you huff a laugh as you stumble forwards, just barely catching yourself before you collapse on top of her. You drop kisses over her cheek and her hair, catching her lips when she turns her face.

You pull away before she can grab at you, because you know you won’t leave if she gets you back in the bed.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Wanda,” you say softly. She hums, eyes fluttering again with the effort of opening them, but she can’t quite manage. You smile a little, gently running your fingers through her hair, and with a heavy sigh, she falls back asleep.

You practically tiptoe out of the room, closing the door as softly as possible, and as you’re making your way down the stairs you hear a loud thud from downstairs that gives you a heart attack and a half.

You half consider running back into Wanda’s room until you hear a soft, “Mudak.” Your heart calms immediately. It’s just Pietro.

Rounding the bottom of the stairs to move into the kitchen, you cautiously peer around the corner. Pietro is on the floor, picking up escaped blueberries and stuffing them back into their little container, muttering to himself in Sokovian.

“Pietro?” His head whips up, and he looks shocked for a moment before he grins. “Hey, man. You okay?”

“I—” He snorts. “I dropped the blueberries.”

You huff a laugh, stepping past the mess to grab a handful of paper towels. Pietro moves back as you crouch down, muttering a thank you as you start to clean up the mess.

“Where’s Wanda?” he asks, words slurring.

“Asleep,” you reply. He hums, fumbling for a glass of water. He’s quiet until you’re putting the used paper towels in the bin.

“I think she likes you,” he says. Your blood runs cold, and you turn to look at him, schooling your face into one of confusion opposed to fear. He grins. “Like, like-like. Hasn’t said anythin’, but… twins know stuff, y’know.”

You hum, swallowing around the lump in your throat. “Isn’t she with Jarvis?”

The reaction isn’t one you’d expected; Pietro groans loudly, clearly frustrated. “Jarvis,” he repeats. “Fuckin’ asshole. Hate that guy. You are so much cooler than Jarvis.”

You can’t help but smile, but then Pietro straightens up and when he goes to take a step, he trips over nothing. He chuckles as he catches himself on the bench. “Oops.”

“I think you should get to bed,” you say carefully.

“Too far,” he says, but he puts an arm around your shoulders when you tug him upright again, an arm around his waist. “Gonna sleep on the couch.”

“Alright, couch it is.” You help him stumble to the couch, dropping him down awkwardly with a soft groan. He groans, too, but immediately starts to settle onto his back. “You’re heavier than you look.”

He grins. “‘s all the muscle,” he slurs.

You shake your head in disbelief as you laugh. “Goodnight, Pietro.”

“God, it’s like, if you’re a snob, at least be aware that you’re a snob, you know? Have some dignity. Like, at least Stark knows he’s a prick. It’s part of his charm.”

You huff a laugh at Carol’s millionth complaint about Jarvis and his stupid accent, only half listening as you stare up at the ceiling, last night’s events still spinning around in your brain. The sight of Wanda flushed and wanting below you is seared into the back of your brain like a brand, her soft moans as she fell apart on your fingers bouncing around in your head on an endless loop.

But then there’s today; the way she hardly looked at you, leaning into Jarvis’ side when he wrapped an arm around her shoulders on the way to class, the smile she’d given him when he kissed her on the cheek.

“How was your night?” Carol says after a beat, turning to look at you. You shrug, fight the blush you can feel creeping up your neck. This is your least favourite part; lying to your best friend about it all. There’s another pause, and you can feel Carol’s eyes on you. “You and Wanda take advantage of the empty house?”

Your neck almost snaps, you look at her so quick. “What’s that ‘sposed to mean?”

Carol just grins, turning away. “Well, if there was any doubt before…”

“I don’t, I mean—” You huff out a flustered breath. “Carol, what—?”

“You’ve been sneakin’ around with Wanda Maximoff,” she says, matter-of-factly.

“I—” You let out a laugh, stammering. “I am - no I have not!”

Carol laughs, clearly amused by your failing attempts to cover your ass, and you can feel your face growing hot. She raises her eyebrows expectedly as you stumble over your words, and after about eleven seconds of fumbling, you just let out a heavy groan, rolling onto your stomach to bury your face against the mattress.

“Fuck,” you mutter out in defeat, and your best friend is on you in a second.

She shoves at your back as she practically squeals in joy. “Are you serious? I was only, like, 95% sure! When did it start? No, better question, how did it start? Did she, like, initiate it? There’s no way you did; you’re too much of a pussy to make the first move ever.”

“Hey!” you scoff in indignation, lifting your head and shoving Carol away. She topples off the bed, but is back in an instant, totally undeterred by the fall.

“Dude, I didn’t even know she was into girls,” she says, face flushed from excitement. “I, okay, I had my suspicions, but I never - and definitely not with you.” She ignores your offended scoff, smiling. “Tell me how it happened, please.”

“I—” You huff, hiding your face in your hands again. “She just - she came over to drop off some paprikash her mum had made, and then she kissed me and then asked me not to tell anyone but then she found me at school and said she… couldn’t stop thinking about me.” Your cheeks burn red as your best friend’s grin widens. “She asked me to kiss her and then… we were… together.”

Carol hums. “And you’ve been keeping it a secret this whole time?”

You nod, eyes on the ceiling again. “Yup. But she’s practically betrothed to Jarvis; her parents have this whole plan. So she can’t tell anyone.”

You fail to keep the bitterness out of your tone, and Carol frowns in concern.

“Are you, like, okay with that?”

The words hit you rather hard. It’s the first time anyone’s ever asked how you feel about you and Wanda’s… arrangement, so it’s sort of also the first time you’ve ever really had to think about it. No, is your first thought. And then your second, Not at all.

You swallow thickly, closing your eyes to stave off the burning of tears. “I don’t know,” you say quietly. “It was sort of fun at first, but now I just… I dunno, just wish things weren’t so…” You gesture vaguely with your hands, and Carol twists her lips. “Complicated.”

“Have you talked to her about it?”

You shrug. “No.”

“You probably should.”

“Yeah, probably.” You sigh. “I don’t - I don’t know. I don’t want to screw anything up, you know? Like, the good outweighs the bad. I like her. Really like her. I know that’s probably not good ‘cause she might be moving to England, but I just…”

Carol sighs when you trail off. “Dude, you should really talk to her.”

You sigh through your nose. “Yeah, I will,” you say absently. “Whatever. Don’t wanna think about it right now. Let’s watch a movie.”

You get up before Carol can protest, moving up the bed to settle against the headboard.

Two hours later, she’s snoring beside you. As you reach over to turn off the television so you can get some sleep yourself, your phone rings, Wanda’s contact glaring back at you. You half consider not picking up. If she asked you about it, you could always say you were asleep. You watch your phone ring, your thoughts conflicting until you grunt unhappily and reach for the device, answering the call right before the last ring.

“Hey,” you say quietly, eyes closing as drowsiness pulls at you again.

“I’m sorry about today,” is what she says in response.

It wakes you up almost immediately, and you sigh quietly as you roll onto your back, rubbing at your eyes. “It’s okay,” you say softly.

“No, it’s not.” Her voice shakes, and worry tugs on your heart. “It was - so shitty. I freaked out on you. I’m sorry.” For a few moments, there’s silence, and then Wanda sighs quietly. “I missed you, you know.”

The tightness in your chest loosens a little at the shyness in her voice. “I missed you too.”

Another beat. “Are you angry with me?”

“No,” you say gently. “No, I’m not. Just…” You rub a hand over your face, the words sitting on the tip of your tongue: You hurt my feelings. It proves impossible to get them out, so instead you settle for, “I’m not angry with you.”

She exhales again. “Are you… is your mom working tomorrow?” she asks. “Can I come over? We can have a movie day?”

Part of you wants to say no, even though your mother is working, and the realisation makes your heart hurt. You must be quiet for too long, because Wanda says your name in this little, confused voice.

“Sorry,” you murmur. “Sorry, I’m just - half asleep. Uh…” You rub at your eyes again. “Yes, mom’s working. I’ve just gotta do groceries tomorrow, but after that I’m free.”

“Okay,” she murmurs. “Text me, and I’ll come over? We can have dinner together.”

“That sounds good,” you say softly. “Night, Wanda.”

“Goodnight,” she whispers.

The line goes dead, and you take a deep breath, heart aching in your chest.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda fluff #wanda angst #wanda smut #wanda series #j is writing #mine

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grimhatesdeathflowers · 6 years

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#the sims 3 #ts3 #simblr #me sims #plumbarb #mar #maroo #ahdjfjgkhhl lmaoooo ye i passes out early last night #but to be fair i had to wake up at 4:30 so #anyways lmfao look at how rooney’s comment was a perfect fit #i was typing it and was like.... fak..#it almost didn’t fit but the sim editing gawds were with me #also pls appreciate and love rooney’s face in the second pic #like i am rn #*^*#also i can’t with how they talk to each other sometimes #bye it’s my favorite thing #there’s one more set after this one #and uuhhhh i just gotta be happy with it cause ;-;#also???? one of my sliders disappeared?? lmfao??#hello???????? pls come back here #also..... i wanna make more sleeping/laying in bed poses for MAROO #fhfjgkh why did that autocorrect to capitals sos #but yeah cause it’s sweet and what they do a lot so #some selfie some not #tangled bodies is just my jam now eue

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miekasa · 3 years

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mie!! since u write such beautiful gorgeous astounding breathtaking life-changing tearjerking fics, do YOU have any good fic recs that you personally love 🤔

I do! I have a whole blog of wonderful fics I’ve read (tho I desperately need to update it/reblog the ones in my drafts and tag them) @ackermeun for more if you want because there are many lovely, talented writers; but I’ll list a few of my faves for Levi and Eren below 😌😌

Levi

kiss me more by @vennilavee

Now, I could recommend you anything and everything by Saran and I have no doubt that you would love all of it. There’s not a single thing in her masterlist that I dislike, she even made me okay with the idea of pegging Levi bye. The entire tbah universe (specifically parental moments one) has a special place in my heart, but recently the perpendicular world has been on my mind, and might be coming for number one. Either way, you’re gonna love it. She writes Levi in his slightly bitchy, kinda needy, implicitly affectionate, true to nature form, and I am so grateful for it. Also, Saran is a comedian.

silver soul by @oi-levi (now posting from @bibblelevi)

I suck at keeping up with series, and, so, naturally, I’m terribly behind on this one, but I’m gonna go ahead and rec the whole thing to you anyway, because I have no doubt that the other chapters are just as great the two I’ve read so far. The way she writes Levi... when I tell you I could wrap myself up in a blanket and binge this whole series, and her entire masterlist, and be very content I mean it; her writing feels warm, that’s the only way I can explain it.

the art of tea composition by @karikarasuno

I don’t remember how or when I found this fic exactly, probably just scrolling through the tag, but I love it. Domestic fluff with Levi, allowing me to pretend I’m a morning person, and just the right kind of smut to go with it. Simple and very, very effective. I’ve reread it a few times by now, no shame.

where you’re meant to be by @deludedimagines

After you read this, I also suggest just going after the whole masterlist. I cannot express how grateful I am to have found this blog PLEASE. Her characterization of Levi is perfect, and something about her prose feels very clean and simple, but elevated and layered at the same time. This one-shot in particular is one of my favorite canonverse pieces, I’m a sucker for a classic injured lover trope.

the ones who matter most by @deludedimagines

Yeah... this shouldn’t be a surprise. Fantastic writing, fluff in canonverse has a special place in my heart because I think it can be really hard to pull off well; it’s difficult to balance a sense of softness within the aot universe for the obvious reasons, and getting Levi’s caring nature right can be (unfortunately) so hard to find. Good thing people like Sorcha are here. Enjoy more fluff. Also this fic is particularly fantastic to me not just because of the injured lover trope, but because the 104th babies pay a visit and you all know how much I love a good glimpse of reluctant adoptive dad Levi hehe

bullet by @jean-does-not-have-a-horseface

If you can’t tell by now, I love canonverse fluff, tho this fic isn’t fluff in the traditional sense, but I think that makes it all the much better. Perfect depiction of real life shit that would go down in the aot world paired with Levi’s need to protect his s/o. It’s fantastic.

the knife by @therealvalkyrie

I didn’t mean to turn this into Mie’s Favorite Canon Fics Showcase, but here we are anyway. As much as I love a good injured lover trope (and this does have that hehe), I love a good kickass reader insert, too. Shoutout to Valkyrie for included both in this fic, and Levi being proud of his s/o... well you can imagine how much I liked that bye

dante’s inferno by @alrightberries

College au + roommates au with Levi... that should be enough for you to read this lmfao, no but actually it’s adorable. Not to mention friends to lovers... if you know me you know how I feel about that, I’ll gobble up every f2l fic until I’m dead and gone. Not to mention there’s a cat and Levi won’t admit he likes it, or he’s jealous of it. Simply cannot go wrong here.

waves know shores by @onwiings

Bro I don’t even like the idea of public sex and I’m not even a fan of water like that but this fic has me wrapped around it’s pinky lmfaoooo. Some of the best Levi smut I’ve read and you already know how I feel when Levi and reader have cute interactions with the 104th in fics. Really it’s checking every item on my list.

Eren

speed racer by @emeren

I’m pretty sure I found this fic during my midterms last semester, and when I tell you I’m so grateful for it lmaooo. It’s really just a good au, I think it fits Eren (honestly barking at just the concept) and the writing brings it all to life.

under the moonlight by @murmikaa

I’d have to be dumb not to recommend this to you. I love reading longer fics, and if you do, then this will 100% satisfy you. The whole story is great and immersive, not just between Eren and the reader; their relationships with the other characters are really what makes this special imo. There’s also beach sex, so. Obviously it’s good.

untitled.avi by @puredivinity (now @celestidarling)

Naur you must of thought wrong if you thought at least one of Mara’s fics wouldn’t be here. I’m obsessed, I think I’ve read it three times minimum. I read all her Eren fics, and you should too. She writes him in such a dreamy way, almost like he’s right there and too good to be true that you must be hallucinating. Immaculate.

midnight snacks by @writertitan

Dumb, college-typical antics and fluff with Eren... obviously you know I’m about that. The whole concept is so mundane, but so cute, you can’t help but fall for it because it could be so real!! I love that kinda stuff hehe

i’m your satellite by @ackerfics

Comparing hand sizes with Eren!! YEAAAAH!! No, okay, but I read the summary and was ready to dive in because... size kink go crazy, but when I tell you I was so blown away to find out that it was not only from Eren’s pov, but that he was being a complete simp and down terrible the whole time. Normalize boyfriends being completely fucking in love with their gfs that simple shit like the size of their hand makes them wanna simp even harder!!!!

eren as an ass man by @hznji

I’m dying on the hill that Eren is an ass guy and you should too because it’s the objective truth. Fluff, Eren being a complete dog as per usual, Eren’s being touchy (I will also die on the hill that he’s touchy as fuck and has no concept of personal space) and just in genral snarky but cute banter. Gotta love that.

Jean

tears over beers by @appplepii

When I tell you this is my favorite Jean fic, I mean it. Friends to lovers with hopelessly pining Jean + oblivious reader = everything I could have asked for in a fic, AND it’s from Jean’s pov too!!! INCREDIBLE!!! The pining made me yearn, and the smut was so well done, too.

this drabble by @arlerted

Whatever, whatever, WHATEVER!!! I DON’T WANNA TALK ABOUT IT!!! Cal is right, don’t do drugs but... this mf... this imagine.... has been burned into my mind since the first time I fucking read it bye. Callie also writes a bunch of filthy (affectionate <3) fics and drabbles and lewds and you should read them, preferably when you’re alone and with the lights off.

#anonymous #um you probably didnt ask for 1k words worth of reviews but here u go anyway!!!#fic recs

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mystoganisiconic · 3 years

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He walks in on you changing(Rogue, Sting and Gajeel

Rogue: He was looking for his cape but couldn’t find it and came into your guys’ room

You took off your shirt and you weren’t wearing any bra because you had woken up only a few minutes ago, that when Rogue walked in, “Hey Y/N have you seen my ca-, oh my god oh lord um I uh..” he was trying to say something but poor boy was so nervous. “Rogue you know you’ve seen me naked before”, “I know but um-i I’m sorry I should just uh go, yeah b-bye”, he said closing the door and walking out. After you were done, you went out to see a completely flustered and embarrassed Rogue. You assured him that it was alright though.

Sting: This horny mf doesn’t even need a description, he’s literally gonna be like Gray + Laxus.

“Hey Y/N you’re changing in there?”, you heard Sting ask, from the other side of the door “Yeah I am”, “Good cos I wanted a treat”, he said opening the door and walking in. “Sting no, please get out”, you say calmly. “Really now, you want me to get out or get in you. (tf did i just write) “ALRIGHT LISTEN UP YOU LITTLE SHI-”, you cut yourself off by giving out moan when you realized his lips were on your neck, abusing it, “St-sting I ju-st took a sh-shower”, “not my fault”. “Sting have you seen my-oh my god oh god I’m sorry”, you both freeze as you hear Lector entering the room and swiftly existing it, completely embarrassed. “I hate you”, you said looking him in the eye, “love you too, angel”

Gajeel: this bitch-

You had just gotten out of the shower and this iron chomping machine walked in. You were too busy vibing out to the music you were listening to, moving your almost completely naked body to every beat, and Gajeel just stood there looking at you, not saying a word, you hadn’t realized he was there. After about another 5 minutes of seeing your almost naked body Gajeel just walked over and pulled the towel, you let out a gasp and you turn around and see him smirk, “YOU PERVERT GET OUTTA HERE”, “nah it kinda pisses me off that weren’t dancing to me singing”, he said bending down to kiss your cheek, while you were doing everything in your power to get your towel back but this metal head was preventing that from happening. He moved from your cheek to your lips and…(its up to you, end it the way you like)

A/N: lmfao love how im soft with rogue and when it came to gajeel and sting- also pls dont take me calling them mf and bitch or metal head or iron chomping machine, seriously, and maybe part 3 will come out tomorrow idk maybe, i dont post on weekends so there's a chance I might not post, but I think I'll go with Erik, Jellal and Mystogan, but I feel like jellal and myst are gonna be the exact same so maybe Erik, Jellal and Freed or Bickslow maybe, also do y'all want Lyon and Hibiki imagines, i could also add Ichiya👀 jk theres no way im adding him, but tell me if y'all want Lyon and Hibiki, or maybe Rufus and Olga as well. OMG THIS A/N IS PROBABLY LONGER THAN THE IMAGINE ANYWAYS THANKS FOR READING AND STAY SAFE I LOVE YOU ALL. ALSO IM LITERALLY READING KATSUKI BAKUGO SMUT ALTHOUGH I HAVENT WATCHED MY HERO ACADEMIA, help

#gajeel #gajeel redfox #gajeel x reader #sting #sting x reader #sting eucliffe x reader #rogue #sting eucliffe #fairy tail #fairy tail x reader #rogue cheney x reader #dragon slayers #rogue x reader #rogue cheney #gajeel redfox x reader

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moonbyuls-gay-hand · 6 years

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have you ever felt so tired you feel like your insides are too tired to digest your food

#its just monday #but also okay i was in school from 8am to almost 10pm #im exHAUSTED #im staring at my food having no apetite but i feel like i hadnt eat much today bcs there werent many breaks #ANYWAYS i was a fansite masternim for a day #STORY TIME WITH MOONBYULSGAYHAND #basically im in this photography cca and i kinda like only attended the sessions like 3 times LMAO #and theres events so you can try out what you learn during the sessions and actually use the camera #i had no idea what i was doing the whole time #BUT IT WAS FUN #but i looked back and like 98% of them were butts and unglam faces I AM SO SORRY BOIS #also i went there (a rugby event) lowkey feeling hopeful 👀👀👀💘💘)#but was also lowkey really disappointed lmfao rip #really wanna try again but my schedules clash with the events sigh #((aka a basketball event))#lmfao okAY BYE #THAT MOMENT WHEN YOU TYPED THIS YESTERDAY BUT TUMBLR FUCKED UP AND MY TAGS DIDNT SHOW UP #AND YOU WROTE LIKE 183628726 LONG TAGS

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kireimarkeu · 3 years

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No Contact

+another repost! i did not make any changes to this work.

summary; mark as your secret boyfriend.. but the both of you aren’t very discreet..

i was inspired by this drabble… so cute

5.1k words..

i swear i tried not to make it too long but it was so hard… also the ending is kinda funny lmfao!!!! im so funny

anw i hope you guys enjoyed this…? bc this was so so so fun to make although it’s lowkey kinda empty bc i didn’t want to make it too long!!! but yes hopefully you like it!! okkk bye!! njoy hehehehehe <3

+Day 18 3:32PM

You were holding Mark’s hands tightly, talking happily about anything and everything.

That was why you loved Mark; he made you feel so comfortable, you could talk to him for hours and never get tired. He’s someone who you would need in a friend group to make everything less awkward.

“And so, Yeri fell and we all laughed!” you told him, laughing at the old memory.

You used to work as a choreographer for Red Velvet, but after a while, you decided to stop since it was affecting your studies a lot. While working with SM, you met the boys, and that was how you met the rest of NCT.

When you didn’t get a response from Mark, you turned to look at Mark, only to find him frozen, staring ahead.

“Mark?” you call, turning to see what he was staring at. Your eyes widened when you saw Jaehyun and Doyoung crossing the traffic light. “Oh, fuck.”

“Shit,” your boyfriend cursed, “we need to go,” he tells you, tightening his grip on your hand.

The both of you speed walk to the opposite direction, hoping his members wouldn’t walk the same path as the both of you. Mark let out another string of curses when he saw his members walking behind them.

Mark suddenly pulled you into a random store, trying to lose his friends. He pulled you deeper in the store, hiding the both of you from the main entrance.

Your boyfriend was standing so close to you, the proximity making you nervous. You could feel your heart beating quickly as your cheeks flush red. Your hands going up to press them against Mark’s chest, pushing him back slightly.

Mark didn’t notice, too distracted on finding his friends. When he noticed that he has lost his friends, he pulled away from a breathless you. His hands smoothly pull yours away from his chest.

“I think they’re gone— wait, why are you so red?”

+Day 24 11:22PM

You were laying on the couch, playing with your phone while your boyfriend worked on some music that he has been writing for the past few days.

“Mark~” you whine, your eyes were still stuck on your phone. You just wanted to disturb him for fun.

Suddenly the door of the studio opened, Taeyong stumbling in as he stared at you and Mark in shock.

“What are you doing here?” Taeyong asks you.

“Uh…” you drag out, turning to look at your boyfriend for help. He looked at you then he quickly looked back at Taeyong.

“I was making a new song for our Japan stage and had y/n help me with the choreography and all,” Mark explained, letting out an embarrassed chuckle.

That was a lie. Well, not really. Mark did need help with the choreography, but at the same time he wanted you to be there to accompany him. Your presence calms him.

Taeyong remained silent as his eyes went back and forth between you and Mark.

“Should I leave?” you ask awkwardly, looking at your boyfriend then back at Taeyong. When you didn’t get a response, you stood up ready to grab your things.

The older man shook his head, “no, no, stay,” he tells you, walking further in, “I just didn’t know the both of you were so close,” he says while taking a seat next to your boyfriend.

You let out a chuckle, “we’re close, you guys just didn’t know,”

+Day 33 9:02PM

After Taeyong found out how close Mark was with you, he wouldn’t stop inviting you to the dorm to hang out with the rest of the boys.

“So, what movie are we watching today?” asks Taeyong as he took a seat next to Doyoung.

You and Mark were seating next to each other. Mark was sitting at the very end while Jaehyun was sitting on the other side of you. Mark and you was sharing a blanket, your hands placed on your lap.

“Parasite?” suggests Taeil.

Loud whines filled the room, “we’ve all watched it, Taeil-ah,” whined Johnny.

“Y/n, have you watched it?” asks Taeyong, turning to look at you.

You shook your head. You were told it was pretty graphic and scary and you hated anything that has got to do with blood.

And Mark knew that, so he would always avoid watching scary movies with you.

“Should we watch it again? Since y/n hasn’t watched it?” suggests Taeyong, looking at the members for confirmation. The rest of the boys nod their head in agreement.

“Hyung,” your boyfriend voices out, “I don’t think—”

“No,” you quickly deny with a smile, “let’s watch it,”

Taeyong shrugs and plays the movie.

Mark bit his lip.

A few minutes later, you felt your phone vibrate, you noticed it was Mark who has texted you. You turn to look at Jaehyun, making sure he wasn’t looking. You lowered the brightness of your phone before opening Mark’s text message.

Markie Pooh: will you be okay?

You turn to look at Mark, but he was staring at the TV screen with a straight face.

You bit back a smile as you typed a reply.

You: yes, don’t worry abt me :)

Mark quickly looked down at his phone to see your reply before keeping his phone away again. Your boyfriend let out a cough before shifting nearer to you until your shoulders were touching.

You tried to hide your smile by looking down before looking back up, trying to keep a straight face.

Mark had already watched the movie with the boys when it first came out. He knew when there was going to be a bloody scene.

So, before the scene started, he had secretly reached for your hand under the blanket.

You felt his fingers slowly reaching for yours, letting his fingers lace with yours. You tightly grip his hands, not wanting to let go. When you saw the bloody scene, your grip on your boyfriend’s hands tightened as he soothingly strokes the back of your hand with his thumb, hoping it would calm you.

His fingers on yours distracted you from the graphic show that was playing. You were smiling like a crazy woman as Mark continued to stroke your hand with his thumb.

“Are you… smiling?” asks Jaehyun as he turned to look at you weirdly. His question made everyone in the room to stare at you.

Your eyes widen, shaking your head profusely. “No, I wasn’t,”

Johnny nodded, “you did, I saw you,”

At this point, Mark had already pulled his hand away from yours as he stares at you with amusement.

“I wasn’t smiling! It was a scary scene, why would I be smiling?” you ask them, crossing your arms defensively.

Donghyuck lets out a sigh, “I think we all know y/n just loves horror,”

Taeil nodded, “yeah, she feeds of dead people,”

“Excuse me?!” you screech, throwing a pillow at Taeil, “what does that— no I don’t!”

The boys let out a roar of laughter, amused at how defensive you were acting.

Markie Pooh: you like that, huh? ;)

You looked down at your phone, letting out a soft scowl before reaching under the blanket to pinch Mark’s thigh.

Mark let out a quiet squeal as he pushed your hand away.

+Day 49 10:01PM

You were listening to Mark talk about his day. You couldn’t help but smile at how adorable he was; his pouty lips and chubby cheeks which you so desperately want to pinch.

“Babe, are you listening?” Mark asks with a frown, noticing how you haven’t moved for the past few minutes.

You nodded, “yes I am, baby,” you replied.

Mark grins, “okay,” and he went back to talking about his best friend, Donghyuck.

After hanging out with the boys for a couple of time, you and Donghyuck became close as well. Maybe because he was your boyfriend’s best friend, but you and him just got along so well that the both of you even started texting almost every day.

“So, what did you do today, babe?” asks Mark, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Huh? Oh, well I didn’t do anything today,” you tell him, “I cleaned my house a little bit then I took a nap,”

He puffs his cheeks out, “it’s a good thing you didn’t go out today, the air quality is really bad.”

He was always taking care of you; it always made your heart flutter. Mark was always looking out for you despite him being busy himself. Sometimes he would forget to take care of himself which always resulted in you lecturing him.

Mark was in the middle of saying something when someone barged in his room, screaming.

“MARK LEE!” you recognised it was Taeil’s voice.

Mark quickly hid his phone, resting it on his chest.

“Ah, Hyung, what are you doing here? What do you want?” you heard him ask.

You decided to mute your mic, just to be safe.

“Why? Can’t I come in and talk to you?” asks Taeil.

You suddenly heard a loud huff from Mark, as his phone fell off his chest and onto his white sheets. You assumed Taeil was laying on him.

“Ah~ get out,” whined Mark, pushing the elder off him.

You heard Taeil click his tongue. “who are you talking to? Your girlfriend?” he asks, “MARK HAS A GIRLFRIEND!” yell Taeil as you laugh out loud.

Luckily your mic was on mute.

“I don’t have a girlfriend!” groans Mark as he stood up to push his member out of his room. He quickly locked the door before jumping back to bed, grabbing his phone.

You unmute your mic.

“Hi,” you giggle.

He let out a huff, but letting out a shy smile, “Hi, so, where were we?”

+Day 57 7:57PM

Mark entered your house after taking off his shoes. He quietly took a seat at the very end couch.

It was hard for the both of you to visit each other especially with the boys around, so you decided to have dates at your place instead. It was a good idea since no one could come over and interrupt the both of you.

“Are you okay?” you ask Mark, noticing how he was so stiff.

He nodded hesitantly, “it’s just…”

You waited for him to finish his sentence.

“-awkward,” he finishes, looking up at you.

You laugh at his words, “why?”

He shrugs, “I don’t know! I’ve never been to your place.”

Amused, you scoot closer to your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his, leaning up to whisper in his ear.

“There’s no one else here, Mark.”

You liked teasing him. You enjoyed how he would freeze up at your words. Or when his cheeks would turn a bright red colour. Or how his palms would turn a little sweaty.

Pulling away from you, he quickly stood up, shaking his head. “No, no, that’s not what we’re going to do.” He tells you, stepping further away from you as you looked up at him in enjoyment.

“We’re here to watch a movie,” he says, “that��s all.”

He was convincing himself.

+Day 69 4:13PM

Marker: babe ):

You: what

Marker: I miss you ):

Marker: )))))):

You chuckled at his texts.

Marker: what are you doingggggg

You: I’m watching a drama

You: what are you doing?

Marker: practice ):

Marker: so bored wo u here

Marker: miss your pretty face ):

You: stop it with the sad emojis!! >:(

Marker: ):

Marker: ))):

You: bye

You: I’m going to put my phone on dnd

Marker: nooo don’t leave me baby

Marker: okokokokok I’ll behave

You: good

Annoying boy: hehe

Annoying boy: wht are u up to babyyyy

Annoying boy: wait I already asked that

You: yes u did, u loser

Annoying boy: can I come over later?

You: y

Annoying boy: causeee I miss u

You: fine but not too long

You: I don’t want the boys to be all suspicious

Annoying boy: ok bb!!! I won’t hehehe ok

Annoying boy: I have to go now!!

Annoying boy: ily!! Bye bye

You: see you later

+Day 74 2:36AM

You had one of your leg bent on Mark’s thigh, your hand resting on his chest. He has one arm around your neck for comfort.

“Mark,” you sigh.

Mark’s eyes were glued on his phone but let out a hum at the mention of his name. His fingers stroke your shoulder as a sign to assure you that he was listening.

“We haven’t gone on a date in so long,” you say sadly, drawing hearts on his chest with your finger.

Mark put his phone down, “you wanna go on a date?”

You look up at him and nodded.

When he made eye contact with you, he couldn’t help but press his lips on your forehead, “okay, but we can’t get caught,”

You nodded, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend’s neck, pulling yourself up so you could press kisses all over his face. Mark’s face scrunch at the ticklish feeling of your lips.

“tickles,” he giggles, pulling his face away from you.

You pout when he pulls away from you. Your eyes slowly trail off his face to his hair; your fingers automatically going up to play with the black strands.

Fuck, Mark literally just fell in love with you.

He enjoyed the position that the both of you were in. You- laying on top of him while he had both hands resting on your waist, staring up at you lovingly.

“I love your black hair, Mark,” you mumble, eyes stuck on the boy’s hair.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you nod, “never dye it any other colour,” you look down at him, “or I’ll get mad,” you joke.

He laughs, “Anything for my girl,”

Your boyfriend’s hands that was resting on your waist, went up to stroke your back softly. He put a little pressure on your back, pushing you down to capture your lips in his.

+Day 80 11:22PM

It was another movie night with the boys.

This time it was Donghyuck who had invited you over since promotions are over.

You walked over to sit next to Mark, but you heard Donghyuck whine your name.

“Sit with me~”

You let out a smile, sitting next to Haechan. The boy immediately grabs your arm, wrapping it around his shoulders before cuddling against you.

Your met Mark’s gaze from across the room. You could tell he was pissed from the way he was nibbling on his lip and clenching his fist. He looked away, typing into his phone.

You felt your phone vibrate, knowing it was from Mark. You didn’t bother checking the message because it was too risky, especially with Haechan cuddled to your side.

✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

A few hours and lots of movies of later, the boys finally grew tired and decided to call it a night.

Since it was too late for you to head back home, the boys offered you to sleep over. You told them you would take the couch. They were a little hesitant to let a girl sleep on the couch, but you managed to convince them.

It wasn’t like you would be sleeping on the couch anyway.

Once you were sure that everyone was in their respective rooms, you quietly sneaked into your boyfriend’s bedroom.

“Mark?” you whisper, opening the door quietly.

When you saw the mop of black hair laying on the pillow, you smile, closing the door quietly, your feet padding towards the bed.

You pull the blanket down so you could lay next to your lover. You rest your arm on his waist as you snuggle closer to him.

“Hi handsome,” you whisper, letting out a giggle as you stare at his pretty face. A frown replaced your smile when he didn’t reply to you. “Are you okay, baby?”

Mark could only pout. You pout along with him, the hand resting on his waist going up to push away the stray hair from his face.

“Why are you pouting?” you ask quietly, pressing a kiss to his pouty lips.

He pouts even more, “why did you sit with Haechan just now? Why didn’t you sit with me?”

You bit back a grin that was forming, “why? Were you jealous?”

He frowns and shook his head, “no! why would I be jealous of Haechan?”

“Really?” you ask, “if you’re not jealous then I’ll sit with Haechan from now on,” you tease, your fingers now caressing his exposed chest.

He shrugs, “fine by me,”

You suddenly stood up, letting his arm fall on your lap, “actually, I’ll even go sleep with him,” you continued to pester Mark, enjoying the way it was bothering him.

“Hey!” he whisper-shout, his hands wrapped on your wrist, stopping you from getting out of bed, “You can’t do that!”

You chuckle, laying back down with your boyfriend, “I won’t, dummy,” you flick his forehead.

He lets out a satisfied sigh, pulling you closer until his cheeks were resting on the top of your head.

“You’re mine. Mine only.”

+Day 89 12:35AM

The both of you were on facetime again.

Despite being only 30 minutes apart, the both of you couldn’t meet; not wanting anyone to catch the both of you. Furthermore, you felt bad, since Mark had just finished practice, it would be tiring for him to come over your place.

There was a sudden knock on Mark’s door. Your boyfriend hastily hid his phone and you naturally mute your mic.

“You busy?” you heard someone ask, from the voice, you assumed it was Taeyong.

“No,” Mark reply.

“Were you talking to someone? Is it y/n?” asks Taeyong.

Mark pretend to grimace at your name, “why would I be calling y/n?”

Taeyong shrugs, “we all kinda assumed you had a crush on y/n,”

“Ew,” Mark shook his head, “I’ll never like y/n,” he says, “she’s not even my type.”

You knew he was just saying that to stop the suspicions of the both of you dating but what he said actually hurts.

“Really?” Taeyong questions, “we were so sure you would like y/n,”

“I swear, Hyung. Y/N isn’t even my type, her personality isn’t even my type,” Mark tries to persuade the older boy.

Now that actually really hurts.

You weren’t sure if he was just lying or saying the truth.

You couldn’t bare to listen another second of their conversation, so you immediately hung up.

Markie: baby

Markie: whyd u end the call haha

Markie: Taeyong’s gone call me back hehe

2 missed calls

Markie: why are you not picking up??

1 missed call

Markie: call me baaackkkk babe

Markie: did u fall asleep?? Haha

Markie: but it’s so early tho :(

Markie: I guess you’re asleep~

Markie: ok goodnight baby sleep tight dream of me :3

Markie: I love youuuuuuuu

+Day 90 12:46PM

Markie: good morning my love

Markie: can we call??

Markie: I kinda miss you haha

1 missed call

Markie: heeyyyyy

Markie: are you ignoring me?

Markie: I didn’t want to think you were ignoring me, but I feel like you r

Markie: did I do something wrong? :/

Markie: can you tell me what it is at least?

Markie: at least we can talk it out or at least I can apologize?

Markie: babe

You: why did you say that

Markie: say what?

You: yesterday

You: what you said about me

You: tht I wasn’t your type nd all

Markie: call me

Few seconds later, you received a call from your boyfriend. You answered the call, placing your phone on your ear.

“I didn’t mean what I said,” he quickly says, “I just wanted to convince him that we weren’t dating,”

You were quiet for a while; you could hear Mark’s heavy breathing. You knew he was stressed with work and all, and you being sulky definitely wasn’t helping him.

You let out a sigh, “I know.”

“Was it too much?” he asks you.

“No,” you answer, “I just, I was just overthinking it and—”

“I get it,” he cuts you off, “don’t worry about it,”

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out, “I know you’re really busy and stressed over work and I’m just making you feel worse by overthinking and all—”

“Hey,” he cuts you off again, “Don’t worry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

You couldn’t help but feel sorry.

“Sorry,” you apologised again.

“Apologize one more time and I’ll end the call,” he jokes.

+Day 100 8:35PM

Mark hid his hands behind his back, holding the small box in his hand tightly as he faced you with a cheeky smile.

“What do you have behind your back, Mark Lee?” you ask, squinting your eyes at him suspiciously.

It was your 100th day together, and since the both of you couldn’t go out to celebrate, the both of you agreed to celebrate at your place instead.

Since Mark couldn’t make it special for you, he decided to get you a present, just to make-up for all the secret dates.

“It’s a present,” he answers cheekily. “I got you something to make up for all the secret dates,”

You pout at his words, “I’m okay with all the sneaking around, Mark,”

Your hands going up to his jaw, your thumb caressing his cheek softly. Mark loves your touches; he couldn’t help but lean into your touch.

Tilting his head a little, he pressed a small kiss against your palm, one of his hands reaching to grab your hands in his.

“I bought it because I think you’ll look good in it,” he tells you, pulling out the box from behind.

You gasp when you saw the Tiffany & Co. box.

“Mark,” you exclaim, looking up at him, “that’s expensive!”

“You haven’t even seen it yet!” he laughs.

He slowly opens the box, showing off the elegant 18k diamond necklace.

Your hands went up to your mouth, gasping.

“Mark Lee,” you shook your head, “you’re fucking crazy,”

He smiles, satisfied with your reaction, “do you like it?”

“Are you crazy? It’s beautiful!” you tell him. “But all I bought for you were $15 chocolates but here you are— gifting me an 18k diamond necklace!”

Mark giggles, pulling out the necklace from it’s box.

“Turn around,” he murmurs. You automatically turn around, pulling your hair to one side so he could easily put the necklace on you.

He swiftly place the pretty necklace around your neck, pinning it. You turn around to face him.

“Pretty?” you ask him, tilting your head a little.

“Gorgeous,” he responds, a smirk playing on his lips.

Just as you were about to reply, you heard a knock on your door. Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion, who would come over at this timing?

Mark frowns, “did you invite someone?”

You shook your head, “No, stay here, I’ll go see who it is.”

You stood up, walking to your door, checking the peephole, finding out who is on the other side of the door. You let out a soft gasp when you saw Donghyuck standing behind the door.

You quickly kick Mark’s shoes under the cabinet at the front door then running over to your boyfriend.

“Who—”

You grabbed Mark’s arms, pulling him up. “Fuck, it’s Haechan,”

He let you pull him into your bedroom with furrowed eyebrows, “why is he here?”

You shake your head, pushing Mark into your walk-in wardrobe, “I have no idea. Stay here, I’ll try to distract him, okay?”

You didn’t even let him answer, already rushing out, making sure to close your bedroom door.

When you opened the door, Haechan immediately walked in, whining on how you were taking forever to answer the door.

It has been 15 minutes and Haechan still hasn’t left and Mark was growing tired and sweaty in your wardrobe.

Baby Mark: is he still there

You: yeah

Baby Mark: fuuuck

Baby Mark: tell him to leave

Baby Mark: it’s so hot in here :(

You: I’m trying!! He just won’t leave

You: are you okay in there

Baby Mark: no

You: fine just get out of the wardrobe and stay in my room

You: sorry

You: make sure u lock the door and don’t make too much noise

Baby Mark: okay

+Day 101 2:34AM

You let out a heavy sigh when Donghyuck finally left. Closing your eyes tightly, you let out another heavy breath. You could finally sit down and rest.

Oh shit— Mark!

You ambled towards your bedroom, twisting it open, realising it wasn’t locked.

This little shit.

When you walked in your bedroom, you were met with your boyfriend laying on your bed, hugging one of your pillows, asleep. Your heart warmed at the sight, you felt bad making him wait for hours when it was your 100th day as a couple.

Walking closer, you climbed in next to him. Your hands caressed his hair and his pretty face.

“I’m sorry for making you wait for so long,” you whisper.

You didn’t know what made you so emotional, but you couldn’t help but tear up.

You really didn’t know why. Maybe because he had gone out of his way just to see you. And maybe because he had to wait for hours just for you and in the end both of you couldn’t celebrate the special day.

“You’re the best boyfriend I could ever ask for—” you choked a sob, a hand going up to cover your mouth.

Taking a deep breath, you continue, “You do so much for me and I’m always messing up.”

For once, you were thankful that your boyfriend was a heavy sleeper.

“I love you, Mark,” you mumble, your eyes scanning his face, appreciating everything about him. “Remember that.”

After wiping your dried tears, you slide next to him, removing the pillow that was between you two. Snuggling right into his arms, your head resting on his chest while his cheek was pressed on the crown of your head.

“I love you,” you whisper one last time before falling into a deep slumber.

+Day 124 7:28PM

The dome was filled with loud voices, everyone was holding their green NCT lightsticks. You felt out of place, especially when you didn’t have any kind of lightstick or poster on you.

You nervously took a seat on your assigned seat, waiting for your boyfriend to come out.

NCT was holding a concert after a while and Taeyong had given you free tickets to support them.

Mark had actually gotten hold of an extra ticket for you and was about to surprise you but found out that his members had already invited you. He was a little bummed out about it but shrugged it off.

The light dimmed and the crowd started cheering. The girls around you started squealing in excitement.

Soon, the boys started performing. When your boyfriend’s face was on the screen, you couldn’t help but grin at his cute face.

The fans next to you would squeal and gush at how adorable your boyfriend is. You were proud that he was your boyfriend, sadly you couldn’t show him off.

At the end of the concert, the boys lined up in the middle of the huge stage. They started thanking the fans for coming and supporting them.

“But I think Mark is really happy today,” Jaehyun suddenly blurted out, turning to face Mark.

The camera started zooming in to your boyfriend’s face.

Mark’s eyes widen , confused, “what, why? Why?”

“Because his girlfriend is here!” Jaehyun screams into the mic as the boys let out a string of weird noises.

Mark froze on the spot as everyone went crazy over the statement.

“Wha—”

“Okay, we will end this concert here! Thank you everyone for coming!”

Before everyone was even ready to leave, you had already run to meet your boyfriend back stage.

Fuck, did Jaehyun actually say that?

You’re met with the sweaty boys laughing in the dressing room.

“What the fuck was that?” you ask breathlessly as you scan each of the boys facial expression.

“Uh oh, his girlfriend is here,” joked Johnny, staring at you with amusement.

Mark turned to stare at the boys, “you guys knew?!”

“You guys weren’t very discreet.”

You were already standing next to your boyfriend, “how did you guys know?”

“You really think we won’t see the both of you holding hands in a public place?” scoffs Doyoung.

Taeyong shrugs, “Mark never brings girls to the recording room.”

Your face turned red at Taeyong’s comment as Mark groans at his words.

“And you think I wouldn’t see you guys holding hands under the blanket? Jesus,” sighs Jaehyun, rolling his eyes.

“Fuck you,” Mark replies while Jaehyun flashes the middle finger to his friend.

“Also, you talk way too loud y/n,” Taeil says, Taeyong immediately agreeing with him.

“Or maybe the walls are too thin?” Taeyong questions.

“Oh my god,” you whisper, embarrassed. “So, you guys heard everything?”

“Wish we didn’t,” shrugs Johnny.

Mark had quietly reached for your hand, a habit he had whenever he’s nervous.

“Also, I knew Mark was at your place, that’s why I came over,” laughs Haechan.

You had let go of Mark’s hands to stomp over to the boy, hitting his back. “Lee Donhyuck! Did you know how long he had to wait in my wardrobe?!”

Haechan rolls his eyes, “oh please, you let him out because he was sweating.”

You let out a loud gasp, “you knew that too?!”

“Which idiot would put their password as 0000?”

“You went through my phone?!” you raised your voice, hitting the boy on the back once more.

With furrowed eyebrows you frown and let out a sigh, “now what? Everyone knows Mark has a girlfriend,”

“I checked Twitter,” Jungwoo says, “some weren’t very happy but there are many who are supportive,”

Your frown deepens. You knew this would happen. It would affect Mark’s career badly; that was the main reason the both of you kept your relationship a secret.

You turn to look at your boyfriend who was looking incredibly stressed right now.

“Don’t worry y/n,” assures Johnny, you turn to look at him. “Mark is one of the most experienced and hardworking people in SM, I’m sure they’ll let you both off,”

You had your arms crossed defensively, “are you okay with this, Mark?”

You were worried for your boyfriend.

You knew how much being on stage meant to him. He would do anything to continue performing.

“I…I think so?” he says after a minute of pure silence.

You pout slightly at his words.

“I just wanna rest right now, I’m tired.”

The boys quickly agree with the younger. Everyone started standing up, grabbing their bags, leaving the room.

You stayed with your boyfriend, accompanying him.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” you ask him again.

He kept letting out sad sighs and it was concerning you.

“Honestly,” he started, “I don’t know,” he turns to look at you.

The palm of your hands automatically going up to stroke his back, attempting to comfort him.

“I just… I just wanna be with you right now,”

You lean closer to him. “Okay.”

“Whatever it is,” he says, “we will go through it together.”

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how i think a meeting between childe and kaeya would go down

just some wannabe pirate and war criminal brain rot!!! this idea has been stuck in my mind for WEEKS and i just needed to get it down so i could breathe thanks aifjskfj

also sorry if someone has already done this!! i did not check the tags or anything to see if a similar idea was posted but here’s just my take on it!! weewoo had to throw out a disclaimer just in case

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so the only way i could ever truly imagine them meeting is if you’re hanging out w one of them and suddenly woAH HEY CHILDE FANCY SEEING YOU HERE???

like i don’t see them meeting on their own unless kaeya a) travels to snezhnaya/visits liyue for some reason or b) childe comes to mondstadt on fatui business

but anYWAYS- i digress,,, let’s say a chance meeting happened between the two (pls mihoyo make this happen i am BEGGING)

so you’re just walking around mondstadt after completing your commissions w paimon yapping abt trying out the new dish at good hunter (i wonder if it’s called emergency food)

you run into kaeya as you’re making your way over to said restaurant

pirate boy was patrolling since he’s a knight and even tho i clown him out of love he does take his job very seriously

so you bump into him and the smooth mf says smthg like

“fancy meeting you here, it’s almost like we’re destined ;)”

pls smack him thanks <3

you roll your eyes and you can practically fEEL paimon’s glare

so y’all get caught up in conversation and just end up walking around town (w promises to paimon that you will treat her to some good food later)

kaeya’s retelling something that happened earlier in the day w klee i had to include her i love her sm pls

and then you just hear a

“huh if it isn’t mondstadt’s honorary knight”

dEAR GOD you would know that voice anywhere- JDSJFS

so many questions??? are running through your head??? as you turn around????

first and foremost being ayO childe what are you doing here???

his hand is held up in a wave and he has his trademark soft smirk playing on his lips pls im gonna wring his pretty little neck lovingly

he makes his way over to you and you guys just kinda stare at each other for a good second

paimon breaks the silence w her scream of “chILDE???”

that snaps you out of it and you give him a questioning look while waving back (very delayed might i add)

“it’s good to see you too paimon” he laughs

he briefly explains that he’s here on fatui business and relax he’s not here to cause any trouble yet

this is basically when kaeya cuts in

knowing the both of them they were definitely sizing each other up when pleasantries were exchanged

also kaeya (being the cavalry captain) is DEFINITELY aware that childe is in mondstadt especially since he’s a harbinger - it’s not like he can be quiet abt it 💀

assuming that they haven’t had a chance to meet tho since i mini headcanon that jean would probably have been the one to escort him and his underlings to the goth grand hotel, there would just be some intense eye contact

both men are v prone to putting up a friendly demeanor while having the ability to practically slice you apart w sweet threats and razor sharp looks

kaeya would take the initiative and say smthg like

“i dont believe we’ve met - i’m kaeya of the knights of favonius”

childe would shake his hand and out of propriety introduce himself too

now here’s where things could get a touch complicated

as fatui harbinger to cavalry captain, obviously there’s some animosity (hidden ofc under sweet words of deceit and sugar coated phrases of diplomacy)

however, as just kaeya and childe, i think these two would hit it off pretty quickly LMFAO

they remind me a lot of oikawa and atsumu from haikyuu if you’ve ever watched it 🕴 same exact vibes

there would be the formalities in the beginning before childe’s playful nature would come through

kaeya seeing that you two knew each other and were quite amicable ahem even if he did try to kill us would join in w his own smooth nature

expect lots of cringe worthy moments and just jokes™

childe would probs say something like

“i’ve heard mondstadt is famous for it’s wine, i would like to try some and see just how good it really is” and BOOM it’s over for you

you thought they needed you to keep it amicable???

naH now you’re just third wheeling bestie💀

100% inseparable and now drinking buddies at the end of the night

their natures just FIT like you thought dealing w them alone was bad??? BYE you’re in for a treat then

enDLESS TEASING!!! it!! will!! not!! stop!!!

they just team up to make sure you’re either flustered or ready to wring their gorgeous necks

they would probs end up being spar buddies too

childe would casually bring up the fact that he likes to fight and would maybe p o s s i b l y like to spar especially w someone in the famed knights of favonius

kaeya would agree and BOP BOP sparring buddies

but in conclusion!!! to this very unnecessarily long post!! kaeya and childe would meet as a result of you, they would hit it off bc c’mon they’re so similar it hurts and they’re not following you anymore now you’re following them <3

a lil bonus scenario bc writing this has been sm fun:

“you’re such a lightweight” kaeya laughed out while his new friend was miserably collapsed on the bar stool next to him. childe looked up from where his head was tucked into his arms and raised an eyebrow. “is that a challenge captain?” he huffed out, his usually clear ocean blue eyes now dilated with the effects of the wine. “you shouldn’t have ordered hardcore alcohol as your first sample of mondstadt wine. that’s a rookie mistake” kaeya remarked while amusedly staring at his companion’s deconstructed state. “yeah well, honestly i think i can still take a couple more drinks. probably more than you anyway” childe retorted. his flushed cheeks however, told another tale altogether. kaeya smirked, a competitor huh? “i wouldn’t expect anything less from a fatui harbinger” were his words and with that, two more drinks were waved over by the cavalry captain.

needless to say, an hour later, two extremely drunk, flushed men stumbled out of angel’s share, all the while giggling about gloves of all things. it’s safe to assume that they were both kicked out, if the ten drinks they had ordered were of any significance. as they help each other up while making their way onto the streets of mondstadt, they leave behind a bill fit for a feast, and a night that they will certainly remember (especially due to the nasty hangovers they will inevitably wake up to the following morning).

#childe #kaeya #genshin crack #genshin impact masterlist #genshin imagines #genshin childe #genshin kaeya #this is so long for no reason i am so sorry #genshin headcanons #genshin scenarios #genshin impact headcanons #kaeya alberich #genshin fluff #tartaglia #childe imagines #kaeya imagines

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