#you can’t see but I’m twirling my hair rn

[luyo-mi]

the flow in how you draw ruffles and such is enchanting, thank you for sharing your work with the world

Tehe he he thank you anon 😘❤️

[cockkette]

be mine?

lando norris x famous!reader

warnings - set after lando’s win in miami, down bad lando, a bit short, some swearing, i think that’s it xoxo

face claim - girls on pinterest

y/n.l/n

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tagged: mclaren

y/n.l/n: thank you so much mclaren for inviting me to the paddock this weekend i had the most fun! i can’t wait to see how the rest of the season goes 🧡

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mclaren: we hope to see you back in the paddock again soon 👀

y/n.l/n: thank you admin!

oscarpiastri: great to meet you y/n 👍

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lilyzneimer: you look so gorgeous! (you need to come to another race asap)

y/n.l/n: ahh ily (i really do it was so fun)

user1: a duo i never knew i needed

yourbestfriend: gorgeous gorgeous girl 😮‍💨

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landonorris: you must be my lucky charm

user2: this is painful to watch

oscarpiastri: tell me about it 🙄

user3: OSCAR PLEASE 🙏

landonorris

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landonorris: WE FUCKING DID IT P1!!!

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oscarpisastri: well done man 👏👏👏

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davidbeckham: well done mate

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user4: rip lando nowins you will be missed

user5: at least we still have lando norizz

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y/n.l/n: what a race!! papaya 4eva🧡

landonorris: glad you could see it 🧡

user6: i bet he's hyperventilating

user7: he aint fooling nobody

alex_albon: congrats!!! 💪💪

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goergerussell63: congrats mate!! 👏🙌

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y/n.l/n

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y/n.l/n: in paris with my favourite girl <3

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yourbestfriend: i’ve missed you babes 😘😘

y/n.l/n: you mean you missed me being your sugar daddy xoxo

yourbestfriend: shhh 🤫

user8: i swear lando is in paris rn

user9: omg what if they are there together

user10: ur reaching so far rn

mclaren: 🧡

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user: i need her to come back to the paddock

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user11: patiently waiting for lando’s comment

user12: not him liking the comment about her 😂

landonorris: pretty girl in a pretty place 🧡

y/n.l/n: that’s so sweet thank you 😊

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maxverstappen1: bet he’s giggling and kicking his feet

oscarpiastri: probably blushing too

alex_albon: he’s definitely twirling his hair rn

landonorris: actually stfu

user13: i can't-

f1gossip

liked by user14, georgerussell63 and 14,218 others

f1gossip: lando norris has been spotted outside a paris bar getting close with a mystery woman

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user15: lany/n truthers rise

user16: i have been summoned

user17: now why is george being messy in the likes?!

danielricciardo: idk he’s an odd guy

user18: ariana what are you doing here 🤣

user19: it has to be y/n there are too many coincidences like they are both in paris and the drivers other have been getting involved

user20: i’ve connected the dots

user21: you haven’t connected shit

user22: people are so strange he deserves some privacy (i’m praying it’s y/n)

y/n.l/n

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y/n.l/n: lazy days are the best days ☀️

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user23: she is so pretty

yourbestfriend: damn somebody stole my bitch 😞

y/n.l/n: you're the only one for me pooks

yourbestfriend: i wonder who that is 🧐

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user24: lando crying and throwing up rn

oscarpiastri: finally maybe he will stfu about you now

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user25: lily is in the likes i still have hope

user26: idk i think they got close after miami so its probs just from that and lando hasn't even liked

user25: WAIT OSCARS COMMENT

user27: i might have to join the lany/n truthers after that

user28: y/n soft launch?!?!

landonorris

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landonorris: osc ruined her soft launch but look at my pretty girl 🧡

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y/n.l/n: you're so cute

landonorris: stop i'm blushing in a meeting

mclaren: 🤨

y/n.l/n: oscar when i catch you oscar

oscarpiastri: please forgive me i'm so sorry i didn't know what a soft launch was 🙏

y/n.l/n: you're on thin ice piastri

lilyzneimer: we need a double date and i'll work on educating oscar

y/n.l/n: we should just go on a date xx

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alex_albon: SIMP 👉

georgerussell63: SIMP 👉

maxverstappen1: SIMP 👉

danielricciardo: SIMP 👉

landonorris: you're all just jealous

y/n.l/n: SIMP 👉

landonorris: y/n you're meant to be on my side

y/n.l/n: i don't want to lie though

user29: she's so messy

user30: lando has... rizz

user31: this can't be

oscarpiastri: i'm just as surprised as you

landonorris: i'll tell y/n you're being mean

yourbestfriend: she's still mine 🩷

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landonorris: nuh huh

user32: never beating the babygirl allegations

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user33: 'my pretty girl'

user34: if you look closely you can see me crying in the background

a/n - thank you for reading i hope you enjoyed any feedback is appreciated <3

[merlucide]

POOKIE I CUT MY HAIR AND THIS SOUNS STUPID BUT CAN I PLEASE HAVE A RIN, CHIGIRI, OTOYA , REO, HIORI AND KURONA REACTING TO READER CUTTING HER HAIR AROUND SHOULDER LENGH AND DOING CUTE LIL HAIR SLYES WITH PINK BOWS AND STUFF AHHHH WHEN SHE USED TO HAVE LONG HAIR?!!?

(If it’s too much characters just do a few 😭💀)

BLLK BOYS REACTION TO YOU CUTTING YOUR HAIR

Notes: OFC POOKIE🤩🤩 and hair slays so hard omg 🤭 slay the house downs boots Houston I’m deceased😍😍

characters: Rin, Chigiri, Otoya, Reo, Hiori, Kurona

warnings: cursing

Edit: oh my god I freaking misread this. ARE U KIDDING ME?!?! IM SO SORRY OMG. UH??? IM SO PISSED RN

ITOSHI RIN

He was stopping by your house to give back your hair tie (yes that is his excuse to see you)

He did not expect you have cut your hair and NOT tell him

Bc girl who do you think you are for not telling him?? 🙄 

He likes to feel involved😔

“You cut your hair.” No shit Sherlock 😐

lmao he kinda glares at you for not telling him. 

When yall cuddle (only way he’ll be in a better mood) he twirls you hair around and mumbles ‘it’s looks pretty on you’ 

And you’ll be like “what did you say?” 😯

“I didn’t say anything moron.” 😡

damn bro chill🙄🙄

Anywho he totally tries to do your hair, he’s not bad but like he’s not good

He can do basic braids, he tried French braiding and he got so pissed he couldn’t do it.

He went home and YouTubed how to French braid so next time he can’t do it 😘

CHIGIRI HYOMA

He thinks you look so pretty!! He really loves this look on you

He of course loved your hair before, but this one in his opinion, suits you better

He totally does your hair bc come on.

You want French braids? On it. Dutch? Ofc. Fishtail? Rope? Infinity? Carousel? Mermaid? Check, check and check mf 🤩

Beware, he yanks you head back if it’s tilted. He’s like a mom getting you ready for picture day 😭

He makes you do his hair after lol

OTOYA EITA

He looks at you hair and then back at you

“Your hair looks fire bro”

Bitch I’ll strangle you

Please, please don’t let him touch your hair.

He make make it look horrendous.

It will be full of knots when he’s finished. 

Seriously, don’t let him near your hair.

He’ll try to do piggy tails and they will be so uneven and wonky looking 😭

He blames his mistakes on you cus it’s “not the right kind of hair” 

🙄🙄

MIKAGE REO

He gets so excited to see your new look

Makes you do a spin and all :3

He’s literally fangirling you lmao

“Y/N-san you look amazing! This haircut suits you wonderfully!!”

He insists on buying you new hair accessories.

I’m sorry I know I use the ‘he’d buy u stuff’ sm 💀 

He’s actually pretty decent at doing your hair.

Puts a big ass bow in you hair lmao

HIORI YO

He loves you new look!

He tells you that it was time for something new and he loves it (not in a negative way)

he ruffles you hair lmao

like it was so pretty 🥲 why

he fixes it dw

Puts you hair in piggy tails and then y’all take those cute aesthetic couple pictures

KURONA RANZE

AH HE THINKS YOU LOOK JUST SO PRETTY!!! 

he’s so blushy and gushy cus he thinks it looks really good on you.

He flicks the bottoms out and spins you around so he can see everything.

Obviously he braids your hair🤭

he does like small braids into a jumbo braid

It looks weird but he just likes braiding lmao

you braid his hair after :3 

seriously idk why this took so long for the low quality that this is 💀💀

Made April 7th 2024

[2knightt]

CANT HOLD IT IN ANY LONGER!!! i’m utterly obsessed with the curtis brothers.

idk if u do this, but if u can, the curtis brothers with a reader who’s super down bad for them? they make it so clear, too. constantly doing everything for them, making food, buying snacks, just utterly everything. compliments, holding their hand religiously … yk.

୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ you know i’m a fool for you. ⋄ 𓍯

…IN WHICH! you think the curtis brothers are the only men on the planet.

tags/warnings: swearing(on my end/once during dialogue.) reader being slightly overprotective or insane, mentions of reader getting hit on, mentions of reader leaving lip stick stains, me not knowing what to write for darry.

ೃauthor notes⁀➷ i’m using ny other accounts layout bc i can’t be bothered rn. also i’m here to feed y’all i’ve noticed the outsiders x reader tag is lowkey dry asl.

Ponyboy Curtis:

WOAH HE CAN’T HANDLE ALLAT😭

like actually. he is TWEAKING AT ALL TIMES! when you first like started complimenting him, showering him in kisses, giggling n’ shit—he thought it was a one time thing.

ponyboy just thought he’d have to thug that shit out once a week or something. he was, in-fact, pleasantly surprised when you continued to do it.

“you’re so-mwah-cute! i wish-mwah-i could-mwah-hold you forever!”

“y/n…😣”

he’s so flustered omfg like actually he’s beet red LMFAOOO. if you were to put your fingers to his forehead it’d be so hot. like ponyboy’s avoiding eye contact, his lips are tightened, etc.

if he were to stay the night at your place—you make him all types of food. like, food he’d never heard of. or food he’d dream about after eating bologna for a week,

“for me? …really?”

“mhm! c’mon, don’t let it get cold now.”

ponyboy is DIGGING RIGHT THE FUCK IN. okay he is SCARFING THAT DOWN. after he’d be a little embarrassed of how quickly he ate but like you just took it as a good thing.

thinks you’re the best cook ever tbh. gordan ramsey has nothing on you type levels.

going on a walk with him to go grocery shopping for the curtis house with your hands intertwined and letting ponyboy ramble about this annoying substitute he had!!! IT’S REAL!!! ALL OF IT!!!

“n’ then he tried to tell me my answer was wrong when i studied last night—I EVEN ASKED MY FRIENDS. so, i know it was right. i just think mr. johnson had a personal vendetta against me.”

“smh…i could do slash his tires if you’d like♡!”

“what”

“nothing.”

AWHHH PONYBOY FOLLOWING YOU AROUND THE STORE LIKE A LOST PUPPY BECAUSE HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO BUY LMFAO

he’d like holding your sleeve or the hem of your shirt as you walk around, looking more awkward above all else.

uwahh showering ponyboy in compliments late at night when it’s just the two of you, twirling his hair as you hold him closer!!!

“you’re hair is so pretty. it’s so soft…i dunno why you put grease in it. if i was you—i’d never let anyone touch it.”

“i don’t. i only let you.”

“…REALLY??🥰🥰😚😚”

ur friends are soooo sick of you talking about ponyboy LMFAOOOO like actually. every time you go, ‘omfg did i tell you guys, he-‘ they know to just let you mindlessly ramble.

“and then ponyboy read to me ‘til i fell asleep! he’s so sweet—i dunno how he’s real!”

“i dunno how you’re so whipped.”

“he must be the funniest motherfucker on the planet if y/n’s this obsessed.”

Sodapop Curtis

OHHH Y’ALL ARE AT A CONSTANT WAR TO SEE WHO’S GONNA BEAT THE OTHER AT BEING THE BETTER PARTNER LMFAOOO

HE’S usually the whipped one in the relationship…he felt both extremely lucky and threatened when you started attacking him with kisses…

“you’re so handsome. i’m just the luckiest person on earth—ain’t i?”

“…yeah…🤨”

“why’d you say it like that?😞”

“cause I’M the luckiest person on the earth…I’M supposed to be tellin’ you this…”

but as time goes on—he does take the loss and accepts you’re better at him. for now. it’s only a matter of seconds until sodapop thinks of something insane to show his love for you.

anyways! IMAGINE COOKING WITH HIM OHHHH NY GODDDDD /?:&$:&: he just mainly stands there and looks pretty as he asks what you’re doing but SHHH. HE’S MORAL SUPPORT.

“…what?”

“i’m chopping onions for the flavour, honey.”

“you don’t like onions, though?”

“i don’t like the crunch rather than the flavou—YOU REMEMBERED I DON’T LIKE ONIONS??☹️☹️”

“of course i would!”

gladly holds ur hand 24/7. i’m not kidding. you two are like super magnets. HEHEHE IMAGINE HIM DRIVING WITH ONE HAND ON THE WHEEL AND HIS OTHER HAND HOLDING YOURS!!/!2!

you do take him grocery shopping. only sometimes, though. he only buys junk food rather than actual food.

“can i get these? please?”

“you already have two bags of chips in the cart, soda.”

“okay..😣”

“SIGH…get them.”

“HURRAY!”

knows you can’t say no to him and that’s like the only time he uses it to his advantage.

soc’s do hit on you under the premise of ‘showing you how a real man is supposed to spoil a lady like you.’ HOWEVER, you look at them like they’re aliens.

“hey, baby. what’re you doin’ around here?”

“…EW.”

“???”

they’re shocked above all else as they see you turn away from them and quickly walk away without looking back. AND WOOO SODA IS SO PROUD.

Darry Curtis

the gang acts like you two are constantly fighting whenever you start to look at darry with that sparkle in your eyes.

“guys, PLEASE! YOU’RE BREAKING UP THE FAMILY! STOP ARGUING!”

“what the hell are you on about, soda?”

“you’re scaring pony!” “don’t bring me into this.”

“mind you’re own business, soda.”

AJDIEHJR DARRY HAVING A HAND AROUND YOUR WAIST AS YOU MUTTER SWEET NOTHINGS BETWEEN KISSINGS>>>

you two are a POWER COUPLE IN THE GROCERY STORE! EVEN IF YOU REFUSE TO LET HIM PAY AND HE GETS POUTTY! EVEN IF HE DOESN’T TAKE COMPLIMENTS WELL!

“y/n, please. these are for my house.”

“so?? my wallet was out first.”

“that doesn’t mean anything. baby, i’m telling you, i’m paying.”

“too late, i already handed the cashier the money.”

you cook and clean for the curtis’ to take something off of darry’s back out of the kindness in your heart and totally not because you want him to pay more attention to you!! NEVER!!

but you do enjoy the fact that darry has more time to sit down and pay attention to you! and darry really likes the extra time he has!!

“you didn’t have to.”

“yes i did! you’ve been so stressed out, it’s the least i could do for you.”

“you’re such a treat, y’know.”

“mh. only f’you.”

you FORCE him to hold your hand. sometimes he forgets that he’s supposed to hold your hand in public so do NOT BE AFRAID TO GRAB IT YOURSELF.

but once you do, darry is the last person to let go. maybe to wrap an arm around your hip—BUT THAT’S IT.

teehee leaving lipstick stains on his white t-shirt accidentally🫶🫶!! it’s all so real to me!! sure, darry’s a little annoyed but it’s okay! he can never be mad at you!

[lefarte]

Marina is so neglected in the xreader scene, could you do something for her? (F reader lets go lesbians!)

There are multiple requests for Marina in my inbox rn ladies love Marina

tags: warning for alcohol, ok so as a general rule I only do GN reader but I made this one more feminine 4 u

“What is that?”

Marina pressed the bottle towards you with a big grin. “It’s vodka, dummy.”

You pursed your lips. “It’s nine in the morning.”

“I like to party, moje láska…” She giggled.

You rolled your eyes and took the glass bottle out of her hands. You swished the bottle of garbage-vodka a bit to find it was already half empty, or perhaps more like two thirds of the way empty. What had put you at pause was that the rim of the bottle was coated with sweet-scented pink lip gloss. The culprit was twirling her hair like a giggling idiot and repeating “mooojeeee láskaaaaa” and “mojeeeeee holkaaaa” as if it was the funniest thing in the world.

You took a sip. “You know, I don’t know what that means.”

She just looked at your bubblegum-stained lips with a big stupid grin. “Aha….”

You pretended to ignore her teasing. “I never thought I’d see you speak your mother tongue.”

“It was satirical!” She scrunched up her nose pridefully, almost looking a bit shy. “I was being wry and… and facetious!!”

“Your wit is sharp as ever.” You nodded.

Without warning, she crawled into your lap like a little bug, and laid her head down on your thighs. You made a little ‘whoa’ noise in response.

“You don’t understand the joke…” she muttered drunkenly. “Don’t understand my jooookeess…. Boooo…”

“You’re drunk as a skunk.”

“Drunk as a skunk.” She parroted.

You took another small sip. It burned in your throat. “Explain the joke to me, then.”

She started to twiddle her thumbs, like she was embarassed. “It was this song my dad used to listen to on the radio all the time… I freaking hated it…. There was this guy, and he was like… uh… Ó, lásky mé, čas mě táhne k vám… Váš smích i pláč měl jsem rád a mám…”

You brushed her hair out of her mouth. “I’ve never heard that song. And also, you’re slurring your words so much that I can’t understand you.”

“I’m drunk as a skunk.” Her embarrassment was as gone as soon as it came, and she was grinning up at you again. “Drunk as a skunk. Ahaha!”

[yuusishi]

. . . TIRED

pairing : Jing Yuan x gn!reader

genre : semi-angst , comfort

cws/tws : self-indulgent vent fic , reader has a rough relationship with their father , mentions of father getting mad at them

a/n : I know I'm on hiatus but on god I just really needed to make this cuz I'm NOT okay rn. Also just a note: The feelings that reader experiences here are my feelings from earlier, ofc not everyone reacts this way but I just felt like I needed to say that first.

Jing Yuan !!

A sudden slam on the dining table snapped Jing Yuan out of his focus while he was busy fiddling with his phone, trying out a game that Yanqing convinced him to play. You left the bedroom a few minutes ago to take a call from your father, he guessed that it didn’t end well. His guess was right when he sees you clutching your phone tightly while a hand was pressed on your forehead.

Jing Yuan wasn’t stupid or unaware of your rather rough relationship with your father, you didn’t even tell him about your relationship with the general until he saw it on the news. You weren’t interested in his reaction or what he wanted out of it, you knew the last thing you wanted was him getting involved. If you didn’t want him to meet your father then he wouldn’t try to convince you to, Jing Yuan knows when are the right moments to talk and when he seems like he’s trying to pry too much.

“[Name]?” he called out, he knows you heard him but he also knew you were too distracted by the swarm of annoying thoughts that buzzed in your mind like flies. He quietly walked forward until he stood beside your figure, only then did your hand land at your side once more while you looked at your partner with tired eyes, eyes that no longer held any rage yet it was replaced with emptiness and the desire to be taken away from all problems in life. He cautiously hovers his hand over the crown of your head and started carding his fingers through your hair gently after seeing no negative reactions from it.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” you wordlessly shook your head, understanding immediately he led you both up the stairs until you’re in the comfort of Jing Yuan’s arms once again, tightly clutching onto his sleeve knowing you probably should and can cry in front of him without expecting judgment from the man next to you, but you just can’t. Your body just felt like that single phone call drained the life out of you. Everything felt so empty.

“I just don’t get it” you started, Jing Yuan stared at you with a gentle gaze “What don’t you get?”, “He just told me something, then I asked what I should do, he didn’t even try to explain, then got so angry when I asked again. I’m not some mind reader, you know…” your eyes now faced the decorated ceiling above you, not bearing to look at your partner as you mindlessly ranted about that man, “No one expects you to be a mind reader, dear, it’s his ignorance and negligence of his own child that makes him think that you two are close enough to be able to know what the other wants without speaking a word.”

You want to react in some way, a way to show that you’re thankful for what Jing Yuan said, but all you can manage with the little amount of energy you now have is a sigh and a small thanks to his way. His fingers once again made their way through your hair, smoothing out any knots and twirling them around, “You don’t have to say anything, [Name], just rest”.

[yeonkimintakecare]

Jealousy, Jealousy

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader; Angsty Fluff

Summary: You and Yoongi are going through a rough patch in your relationship while you guys decide to go out with your friends.

Author's Note: This is actually an old posting from an old instagram account I used to post stories from. I just figured I'd post them on here as I'm getting back into writing again. I wrote these like 3 years ago now and I was usually drunk when I did it (it was during the pandemic, so I was always at least tipsy, sorry about it lol.)

Anyways, what I'm trying to say is that my writing is not always great in these but I still like the stories anyways. I hope ya'll like it, I'm working on a longer fic rn, and trying to get my old work posted on my AO3 account as well.

Warnings: Alcohol mentioned, some fighting, drunk rando non-consensual dancing, implied sex (sorry I didn't really write smut back then. Still don't really.)

You release the last curl in your hair before finishing it with hairspray. You normally wouldn’t go through the trouble of doing your hair this well for the club, but with Min Yoongi as your boyfriend, you knew you weren’t going to dance much. You throw on your heels before leaving the room, you see Yoongi sitting on the couch. He looks up from his phone, you give him a twirl, he just looks at you with confusion.

“Why did you do your hair?” He asks with a scrunched up face.

“Is it a crime for me to curl my hair? Will the world end because I used hair spray?” You ask rhetorically, already annoyed that he’s picking a fight. Yoongi just sighed and grabbed the keys. You follow him out the door and into the car. You both sit there, listening to the radio. You want to say something, you really don’t want to be fighting all night, then you really won’t get to have any fun tonight.

“Listen baby.” You say while grabbing his thigh. “I just wanted to dress up for once, and when your first reaction was to ask me why I had dressed up instead of saying something nice, I got upset. I should’ve stayed calm. I’m sorry.”

Then he grunted a hmph in response. You just apologized for something that was barely your fault, and he can’t even give a response that’s more than a noise? You take your hand off of his thigh and cross your arms. You guys begin to park for the club, when you walk out you immediately see your friends, Yeona, and Seokjin. You run up to them, hugging them both.

“Y/N! Are you ready to party?” Yeona yells excitedly. Being around her cheery self immediately brings your mood up. You laugh in response and you guys continue to chat, Yoongi being quiet this whole time.

You guys finally get into the club and when the music hits your ears you can’t help but sway to it, even if you aren’t on the dance floor yet. You guys find a table and you grab Yoongi’s hand, still wanting to reconcile to have an enjoyable night, he holds your hand back rubbing the back of it. This was as much as you were probably going to get out of him, but that was okay, because at least this meant he might dance a little bit and maybe you to could, you know, make up at home later. Seokjin makes it to the table holding drinks, he hands one to you.

“I got you a vodka cranberry!” He yells over the loud music while sliding into the booth next to you. Yeona follows him setting a beer in front of Yoongi and sipping her own drink while she sits next to Seokjin. They would make such a cute couple if only one of them would back up and make the first move.

“Thank you! It’s my favorite!” You yell trying to lean closer to his ear. You feel Yoongi jerk his hand out of yours. You turn to him and he’s drinking his beer and looking away from you.

“Why are you acting like this” you say into his ear.

“Act like what?” He asks with an attitude. You scoff, he knows what he’s doing.

“Whatever I’m going to go dance.” You chug your drink and you, Yeona, and Seokjin decide to go dance. You close your eyes and try to not think about how angry you are. Yeona and Seokjin drift farther away from you, but you don’t really notice, you were too distracted by the music. You came to the club so that you could dance and have fun with your friends and Yoongi was ruining it. You loved him with all of your heart, but moments like this made you want to walk away. You understood he isn’t always great at communication, but it was still frustrating. Your thoughts are interrupted by somebody dancing behind you. When you realize it’s some random guy, you stop dancing to tell him to back off, but you feel a strong hand grab onto your arm. You look up to see Yoongi, he pushes the guy away from you and drags you to the public restroom.

“What the fuck Y/N?” He yells at you while locking the door.

“What do you mean? I was just about to tell him off! I didn’t do anything wrong.” You yell back. You can’t believe this, he really did just want to fight with you tonight. It doesn’t matter if you did something wrong or not, he would find a reason to be mad or blame it on you.

“You were just asking for attention from other guys tonight. Look at your hair and especially that dress.” He continues to scream while gesturing at the red, formfitting dress you were wearing. You feel fire fill your throat and your eyes begin to water.

“What I wear has nothing to do with impressing random men at a club and everything to do with wanting to look pretty to myself, dickhead. Also if there was any guy I wanted to impress it was you, but you’ve been acting like a jerk all night. You could’ve at least given me a compliment when I came downstairs, but no, you just made assumptions about my fucking hair.” You scoff, knowing your eyes have tears in them and doing your best to continue to look cool and also wipe your face. His look softens at the sight of you crying, realizing that he was being a dickhead. Not just for not believing in you, but also for not standing up for you.

“I’m sorry. I just feel like you dressed up because you wanted to impress Seokjin. I got jealous thinking you were trying to impress him.” Yoongi says, you appreciate him finally apologizing for his behavior, but you were still mad. You were mad that he even thought you would cheat on him, he was your whole world. You were also mad that he couldn’t communicate his insecurities to you. But somehow all of this melted away when he grabbed your arms and gave you a hug. You stood there, originally stiff but slowly melting into the hug. He adds “I really am sorry that I don’t always communicate with you, I will work on it.”

You smile, you pull him from you, he looks sad for a second. You lean in and kiss him. You can feel him smiling as he deepens the kiss. You wrap your arms around his neck as he wraps his arms around your waist. He grabs your bottom and grabs your *CENSORED CENSORED CENSORED*

You walk out of the bathroom, the line of people waiting scowling at the two of you, but you don’t care. The two of you walk back to the booth to see Yeona and Seokjin making out, like really going for it. The two of you decide to order another drink.

While you sip your drink you dance provocatively on Yoongi. Hoping that once you guys get home you can repeat what happened in the bathroom. Yoongi leans in and whispers into your ear “I just want to say you look fantastic. I especially love your hair.” You laugh while turning around to wrap your arms around him again. The two of you continue to dance with your foreheads touching.

I guess your hair did get ruined by the end of the night. Amongst other things.

[lovegasmic]

I’m agree with previous anon so much! Like rn tumblr genuinely piss me the fuck off 😭 all I see are the same blogs, same scenarios, same dialogues, same type of readers, how people not tired of it is beyond me. That’s why all the basic stuff is on surface and you have to dig deep to find something interesting. Like I can’t believe that your Jjk milf fic was the first milf fic I ever saw on here. NO ONE WRITES ABOUT THAT. But of course we have trillion fics about dilf Toji fucking his son’s girlfriend. Like come on, don’t you want try something new 😭

And I’m not even talking about ai, recently I saw fic with note “I write it with the help of chat gpt, but the plot is mine!” Girl what 🧍🏻‍♀️

Smh, people want quick tumblr clout without putting real work

twirling my hair about the milf fic compliment asvdhsh, sorry, back to the point. I FEEL YOU, lately people just want to keep squeezing the juice out of overall typical and repetitive plots, im not saying those are bad, not at all, I have a few of those as well, but my whole blog is not solely focused on mean character x shy reader. they're giving that one anime meme of the guy with uwu face and the girl like 🗿

A CHANGE IS GOOD! WRITE WHAT YOU WANT NOT BECAUSE YOU WANT TO IMPRESS OR GET YOUR POST TO BLOW UP. also um... share that one blog I need to block them please, I got a shiver......

[wrathfulrook]

WIP Wednesday Thursday

bc I’m terrible at WIP Wednesday lol

Tagged by @direwombat. Tysm!

Tagging (for WIP Weekend or next week’s WIP Wednesday or whatever/whenever you want): @socially-awkward-skeleton @adelaidedrubman @strafethesesinners @strangefable @trench-rot @vampireninjabunnies-blog @inquisitors-grave @deputyash and anyone else who’d like to share bc 1) I’m terrible at keeping a semi-consistent list and 2) I genuinely love seeing everybody’s WIPs!

Below is a bit more from Wrathling (an earlier bit than previous WIPs bc I’m editing old chapters rn):

“It’s difficult for me, how resistant you are to accepting my help.” He raised a single brow, cueing her to speak.

She didn’t.

He crossed his arms across his chest, amusement clear on his face. “You’re much more demure in person than over the radio, Deputy.”

“Well, I’m in a bit of a bad situation right now, and I’m trying not to make it worse.” Don’t be a smartass, don’t be a smartass, don’t be a smartass.

A smile tugged at the creases of his eyes. “You think you’re in a bad situation?”

If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.

She stayed quiet.

The mirth drained instantly from his features. It was terrifying how he could do that. “This is not a bad situation, Deputy. This is the first good thing to happen to you in a while, I’d wager. There will be pain. But the pain is necessary to confess, to atone. And in the end, when you are free of sin and filled with clarity, you will look back with nothing but fondness and gratitude.

“Nothing you say will make this process any worse for you. In fact, you should be as candid as possible throughout your confession. You need to be honest with yourself, with me, with God. You need to truly confront you sin in order to be free of it.”

“And what if I don’t want to be free of my sin?”

He smiled kindly and spoke gently, “Sinners often cling to their sins. That’s why you need a baptist to help you. That’s why I’m here. It’s natural to be afraid. Though it will hurt, you won’t be permanently harmed, and you won’t be killed.”

She fought against the urge to roll her eyes, her ire at the man nearly overcoming her fear of him. “The only reason you won’t kill me is because you can’t. Joseph said that I had to be saved, or you wouldn’t get to ‘walk through Eden’s Gate.’ You can’t kill me without risking your immortal soul, or whatever.”

John Seed glared at her, and she wished she had never spoken.

“There are fates far worse than death, Deputy.”

He turned his back to her, rummaging through the implements he’d replaced onto the bench, settling for the long, pointed icepick that he’d brandished earlier. He offered her a kind smile that she didn’t trust for a second before he strolled over, pulling a chair behind him. He sat across from her, much too close for comfort while he twirled the icepick through his fingers. He leaned close, bringing his mouth to her ear, his dark facial hair scraping against her sensitive skin as she pulled away as much as she could while tied down.

His whispered lowly, almost seductively into her ear, “You will confess to me. Every sin you’ve ever committed, no matter how small, no matter how petty, no matter how you justified it at the time… You will confess.”

Before pulling away, his hot breath still on her skin, he drove the icepick into the meat of her left thigh. Then he pulled back slowly, his eyes never leaving her face, watching her react.

Patience had never been stabbed before. Not anywhere, not by anything. She’d once gotten a puncture wound from a sharp stick while running on the beach as a girl, but that was nothing. Nothing in general and nothing compared to this. She’d managed to make it through her fight with the cult so far with only bullet grazes and one shallow bullet wound. She had never experienced anything like this.

She couldn’t exactly feel the metal that was stuck in her flesh. Her brain had no way to process it. But the area felt both ice cold and too warm for comfort. The pain felt both sharp and dull. Nausea was involved, somehow.

Her eyes were blown wide, watching John Seed, the man who had just stabbed her, lean back in his chair. Her mouth opened, but she didn’t scream. In fact, no sound at all came out. He didn’t react to her shock, and so she turned her gaze downward. The blue plastic handle of the tool stuck almost straight out of her leg, with only about two inches of the metal shaft outside of her leg with it. She was amazed at how it had pierced so cleanly through the denim of her jeans, the light fabric only barely stained red around the metal.

She was dimly aware that that was a stupid thing to be preoccupied with. Was this what shock felt like?

As she stared dumbly at the scene, a tattooed hand crept into her field of vision, wrapped its long fingers around the weapon, and yanked. He did not yank it straight out, and Patience noticed it snag on the hole in her jeans, and then so much dark blood spill out, before she felt any pain.

And then she felt the pain.

And this time, she did scream.

She screwed her eyes up tight, threw her head back, and wailed. This pain felt more tangible, less abstract, and she felt her awareness slam back in full force.

“FUCK! JESUS FUCKING-“ She gasped and opened her eyes, glaring at the man across from her. “Fuck you! FUCK!” She squirmed against the ropes and breathed harshly through clenched teeth.

“Now, Deputy, there’s no need to start with your biggest sin. We have all the time in the world.” He smiled as though he’d made a particularly clever joke. “We can start small. Ease our way in. Work our way up. So, I’ll begin with a simple question: What is your name?”

[bwambiee]

no bc tell me why a royal au with isagi hasn’t left my mind since yesterday kayla i am consumed…….

especially thinking real hard about princess!reader who’s a snarky little rebel behind closed doors, only obeying the wishes of her parents enough so they don’t get too cross with her. she’s too young to get married, after all, when the whole wide world is still out there to explore. so she makes a point of dancing with the ugliest or lowest ranked suitors to piss of her parents to avoid securing a match for as long a possible… but she just can’t resist him.

blacksmith! isagi who works in the forge that provides the weapons for the royal army. who heard a rumor from his friend - the palace servant bachira - that with all the balls the king and queen have been throwing for their daughter, security has become laxer, and it would be easy to sneak in with the help of an insider. so they fetch their best suits and do - isagi rendered speechless as you approach him to ask for a dance.

he has the most stunning eyes you’ve ever seen. like the roaring oceans far away from the palace you want to dive headfirst into - just like you wish to do with him. you’ve never seen him before, but his looks are fit for a prince, even if his garments tell you otherwise. he fumbles and missteps as you twirl around the ballroom, but his eyes never leave your face - as if he’ll never have the chance to drink you in again - and the firm grip of his calloused palm on your waist and threaded through your delicate fingers make you dizzy.

you never get his name. he leaves early. but you’d uproot the whole wide world to see him again, to talk to him.

isagi slinks back to the forge the next day, his heart still a trembling mess in his ribcage. he throws himself into his work, but no amount of suffocating smoke and sweat and pounding metals with a hammer without rest banishes the brilliant smile, the sensuous curve of your lips from his mind.

and oh gods your laugh. like angles singing.

he’s restless for months - until he hears a knock at the forge door. he wipes his hand on a rag but doesn’t bother to put a shirt on with the sweltering hear licking at his back. he was expecting a delivery today, anyway - but when he opens the door he almost faints at the sight of you.

have you gotten more beautiful since he last saw you?

“i’ve finally found you,” you say, and you looking at him like he’s some long lost treasure makes his already dry throat feel like a desert.

but you have found something precious. found him again. those sapphire eyes that could rival all of the gems you wear. that kind face you want to uncover like a map.

and you don’t plan on letting him go anytime soon, especially since you still don’t know his name <3

KAYLA WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME IM SCREECHING TEARING MY HAIR OUT HE’S SO PERFECT I WANT N NEED HIM IN EVERY WAY !!!

IM BITING MY FIST AND TEARING MY HAIR OUT WHAHSJDKX STOPPO RIVER I NEED TO WRITE THIS. I NEED TO PAUSE ALL THE WORKS I HAVE RN AND WRITE THIS. GIMME LIKE A FEW DAYS RIVER I NEED TO WRITE THIS. ALL CREDS GO TO YOU BC HOLLLYUU AHIRKDKXKX

isagi royal au is another brainrot i’m sorry i’m writing this. it has to be done,,, could’ve sworn this is a manhwa somewhere GOD ISAGI IS SO PERFECT MY BOYFIE SO PERF UGHJDJDND ALL THESE AU IDEAS I HAVE URRHJJDMC

[bxcketbarnes]

Hi! Omg I love your writing! I don’t know if you’re taking request rn or not. But can I please request something? This may or may not be a little self indulgent but…Can you please do one with Peter, where the reader is in medical school and she has a lot of assignments. She’s really stressed and doubting herself and Peter comforts her. It’s just all cute and fluffy! I would love if you wrote something like that ❤️❤️❤️

Hi! I'm so glad you love my writing and this request was absolutely wonderful. I hope it's to your liking- even though I might've drifted off of the path a smidge!

Patch Me Up, Doc

Peter climbs up the side of your apartment building before peeking into your bedroom window. He furrows his brows at the sight of you hunched over your desk, your fingers running through your hair.

He gently knocks on the glass, causing you to jump in your seat before swiftly turning around. “Peter,” you laugh and press your hand to your chest.

You stand up from your seat and walk towards the window, opening it for him. “Hey, gorgeous,” he grins cheekily and places a sloppy kiss on your cheek.

“What are you doing here? I told you I couldn’t hang out today,” you ask him while bringing your hands to his chest.

“You did say that, but I thought I would stop by. Plus, I happen to be in the neighborhood,” Peter chuckles and moves to sit on the edge of your bed.

You roll your eyes playfully and cross your arms over your chest. “In the neighborhood? Peter, you live in Queens!” You laugh and shake your head.

“And you live in Brooklyn? Where’s the problem?” He jokes with you while holding his hand out to you. “Take a ten-minute break and say hi to your boyfriend.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you mention with a smile, taking a couple of steps towards him. Peter pulls you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist.

He nuzzles his face into your neck, feeling his breath hitting your skin. You let out a deep breath and comb your fingers through his hair. The two of you sit in silence, enjoying each other’s company.

“How’s the studying going?” He asks you after pulling away, his brown eyes meeting yours.

“Not very good,” you mumble in defeat, shifting your gaze towards your textbooks. “I can feel myself getting a headache and… I feel like I’m not retaining any of the information.”

Peter brings one of his hands to your face and strokes your cheek softly. “You need a break, honey,” he whispers.

You shake your head in response, removing yourself from his lap. “I-I can’t. This is my final grade. This determines if I pass the class and I-I need to. My future depends on this,” you sigh and plop back down in your computer chair. “My family will ridicule me if I fail.”

Tears slip from your eyes and you swivel your chair around, not wanting Peter to see you like this. You feel his hands on your shoulders and he starts to gently massage them.

“You’re so fucking smart, honey. It’s one of my favorite things about you, this big brain of yours,” he chuckles and presses a kiss on the top of your head. “You’re going to do so well and when you smash this exam, I’m going to take you out to a fancy dinner.”

You lean back against the chair, your head resting against Peter’s torso. “You really believe that?” You ask in a whisper, looking up at him through your lashes.

“Absolutely,” he grins and kisses your forehead. Your eyes flutter shut as his lips linger against your skin.

“Thank you, Peter,” you whisper to him. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

He chuckles and pepper kisses along the top half of your face. “I wouldn’t survive without you,” he confesses while twirling your chair around.

“Well, that makes two of us,” you laugh before gently biting your lip. The smile suddenly drops from your boyfriend’s lips, his back stiffening. You watch as he glances over his shoulder, following his line of sight. “Peter? What is it?”

You go to stand up when he pushes you back in your chair. “I don’t know, but I’m going to find out. Stay home and keep the doors and windows locked,” he tells you before leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss. “I’ll see you later.”

“I love you,” you breathe out, feeling your heart pounding against your chest.

Peter pulls his clothes off, revealing the red and blue spandex underneath them. “I love you,” he kisses you once more before pulling his mask over his face, sprinting out your open window.

-

Your fingers gently rub your forehead and try to stay focused on your studies, but you haven’t heard from Peter in over six hours. A deep breath leaves your lips and you glance at your phone for the umpteenth time.

You tuck your hair behind your ears and pull out your anatomy textbook, deciding to give up on studying for your exam. “Okay,” you mumble to yourself, combing your fingers through your hair.

The sound of knocking makes your pick your head up. You glance towards your bedroom door, listening closely to make sure you weren’t hearing things.

Another knock echoes off the walls and you twirl around in your chair, realizing the noise came from your window. “Peter,” you gasp and almost tumble out of your chair. You pull back the curtains to see your boyfriend clutching his side.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he grunts and you push open the window, letting him in.

“Peter, what happened?” You ask him while helping him into your room. You drape his arm over your shoulder and bring him to your bed.

He lays down on it and pulls his mask off. “I got into a scuffle,” he groans as you kneel onto your bed.

“A scuffle? Peter, you’re bleeding,” you tell him while trying to pull his suit off him. Your breath hitches in your throat at the two large gashes on his abdomen. “Peter!”

“Sweetheart, I’m okay,” he mutters while turning his head to face you. His masked hand grabs a hold of yours as you inspect the wound. “Sweetness.”

Your eyes flick up to his, noticing the weak smile on his lips. “I-I need to clean you up,” you stutter as tears come to your eyes. You’ve never seen him this hurt and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t worried. “Stay there.”

You slide off your bed and grab the medkit from the bathroom. Peter sighs and pushes himself to sit up. “Y/N, I can heal on my own,” he calls out to you while shoving the rest of his suit off, leaving him in just boxers.

“I don’t care, Peter. I’m cleaning you up. I-I can’t look at you when you’re soaked in blood,” you tell him, walking back into your bedroom. He notices the tear stains on your cheeks as you wipe your skin with your free hand.

He stays quiet as you kneel in front of him, placing the medkit on your bed. You tie your hair back while flicking on the lamp beside you. You sniffle a bit and grab the alcohol wipe from the kit. “Are you gonna tell me that it’s going to sting a bit?” He tries to lighten the mood, his fingertips brushing your forearm.

You look up at him through your lashes, seeing the light smile on your boyfriend’s lips. You snort and shake your head. “Stop it. I know what you’re doing. Let me be upset,” you tell him, dragging the alcohol wipe across his abdomen. Peter lets out a hiss as you collect most of the blood on his stomach.

“I just want you to smile, sweetheart,” he sighs and tilts his head back. You stop what you’re doing and return your gaze to him.

“I know it’s your duty to make sure the city is safe,” you start talking and resume cleaning his wounds, “and I may be studying to be a doctor, but that doesn’t mean you can grow reckless. Coming home with a couple of bruises is fine, but Peter… you could’ve bled out for all I know.”

After you finish attending to his wounds, you start to clean up. “I know, sweetheart,” he mentions as you walk into your bathroom again. You throw the bloody wipes into the trash and stash your medkit back under your sink. You rest your hands against the edge of the sink and drop your head. “But, believe me when I say that I can heal. Sure, it takes a few hours, but I heal. You don’t need to worry.”

You shake your head again and glance towards the bathroom door. Peter leans against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. Your gaze shifts to his abdomen, your eyes widening when you notice the healing process had already started. “Even if you can heal- I-I’m still going to worry about you. I love you, Peter,” you sigh while walking towards him.

“And I love you. I do this for you,” he whispers while bringing his hand to your face, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I don’t need you getting hurt to protect me,” you mumble while leaning into his touch. Peter leans forward and places a gentle kiss on your forehead.

His fingers comb through your hair before he chuckles. “But, then this really really pretty doctor won’t patch me up,” he teases while pulling back, a smirk coming to his lips.

You roll your eyes, finding yourself smiling at your floor. “Shut up,” you giggle and walk past him. “Why can I never be mad at you?”

Peter holds his hands out and tilts his head to the side a bit. “Because you love me too much,” he grins, taking two steps towards you. “Also, you want me coming home to you?”

A dark blush covers your cheeks and you cross your arms over your chest. “Pfft, what? N-No, that’s not what I meant,” you stumble over your words. Your boyfriend walks even closer to you, placing his hands on your arms. “Really? That’s too bad because I would love to come home to you every day… for the rest of my life.”

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[onewholikesthings]

Here For You

Matt Murdock x GN!Reader HC’s

Requested by @miyonorii1317 : could I please get a fic or headcannons about Matt Murdock having a fem or gn s/o who is helping his patch up some of his wounds after a night out? Thank you!

enjoy :)

Masterlist

Contains: slight spoilers for season 1, descriptions of many different types of typical canon injuries, imagery of blood, insecure!Matt

Sometimes it was just a few shallow wounds here and there

Sometimes it was a bullet wound

Sometimes it was a head injury that bled so much you almost prayed to Matt’s God

You may as well be a fully certified RN at this point

Dislocated joints, broken/sprained fingers and toes, burns, slices, busted noses, black eyes, etc

There were 5 levels you operated by

1: a couple scrapes and scratches, nothing bandaids and neosporin couldn’t fix

2: bruising, bloody nose, shallow cuts, black eyes, bloody knuckles

3: stitches required, joints out of their sockets, minor concussions

4: non lethal bullet wounds, stabs, broken bones, head trauma

5: Hospital. Now.

Number 5 was a recent addition at your request after he collapsed unconscious in your floor one night and scared the shit out of you

Tonight luckily sat at a level 2

You had an open beer waiting for him on his table for when he sat down to be examined by you

Your knees almost touched as you scooted your chair closer to his

After taking off his helmet and setting it on the table he displayed his hands to you

The blood seemingly covering his hands entirely and matching his outfit perfectly

You started with his left and began to clean it with a soft cloth towel

“Are your gloves not enough anymore?”

“Hmm? Oh, no I took them off for a second and was caught off guard. I’m normally more careful.”

You nodded, his new gear was the only reason you were slightly more okay with his late night endeavors in the first place

As you finished with his hands you glanced up to see his face, that face you’ve come to love over the past few years

It was currently turned away from you and towards the bottle in his now free hand

“I thought catching Fisk and putting him away would’ve made me feel better about the safety of Hell’s Kitchen but, somehow it feels worse. It’s like now the scope of crime has widened from more than one man, one organization—and I can’t keep up.”

He said this as you got up and stood in between his parted legs, lifting his chin up to get a better view of his bleeding brow and cheek bones

“You’re doing what you can Matt, you’re doing a lot more than-“

“It’s not enough. I’m just one man. I can’t solve every problem on my own.”

The red tinted gauze in your hand faltered for a moment

“And you shouldn’t expect to. All you can do is your best. I know that’s all you ever do.”

He sighed as you pulled him into you, holding him tight while he did the same

His head rested against your stomach and you twirled his disheveled hair around your fingers, a sensation you knew calmed him

“You’re the bravest, most compassionate person out there Matthew. Looking out for the little guy, putting your life on the line and all—I think you’ve got a shot at being canonized.”

That got a small laugh out of him and a gentle squeeze of your torso; you could practically feel his smile against you

You were always there to put him back together; literally and figuratively

When his body was in shambles you provided the stitches

When his mind was bruised and beaten you provided the love and comfort to remedy it

[ilyjerome]

seongmin as your boyfriend !!

pairing: oh seongmin x fem(? i didn’t really specify a gender)reader ( to1 fm )

genre: a disgusting amount of fluff.

prompt: just seongmin has ur bf !! some cute things he’d do and little stories djdheie

not proofread !! lowercase intended

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♡ - this boy is always w you . like , he is GLUED to you !! even if your not physically touching he’s always in ur field of vision JDBRJD he needs to almost always have you with him for his sake :( he just wants to be with uuuuu

♡ - will randomly start squeezing ur neck and being all touchy (even tho he is already like i said boy is glued to you) prolly twirling ur hair around his finger while laying on u waiting for you to stop whatever ur doing JTHRIE give ur bf some attention pls !! will definitely 101% start whining if you take too long or just ignore him for fun or something

♡ - “waaah y/n !! give me a hug !! please !!” and literally pounces on you HDBEJ starts fake biting u n shit <\3 “nammm” can u hear my heart breaking ?

♡ - is ALWAYS laughing or giggling w u we’ve all seen this guy in his vlives he’s always laughing its so precious he probably thinks ur so cute and giggles a lot at what you do

♡ - definitely boasts about his shoulders i can already see him taking off his jacket and patting them like “here, you can rest here” and WINKING or something this boys got me in such a chokehold he knows he’s so cute so he takes that in advantage too bcz we all know we are not getting past his puppy eyes

♡ - randomly intertwines ur hands …. :( like you two could be having a conversation and (example) ur sitting in his lap facing him telling him about your day he will just grab ur hands and intertwine them w his and he’s nodding listening to everything u have to say but if ur days bad he’ll order food or cook some for you ;( or you two can just cuddle while watching a movie as long as your there he really doesn’t mind *crying*

♡ - he’s definitely got a lot of pet names for you but more alongside the basic ones like “baby” or “darling” he literally calls jaeyun darling ?? and he calls jeyou “my pretty baby” stopppp be prepared to get showered in pet names and compliments if you look good (to him u look good everyday even if u just got out of bed and have a severe case of bed head) <33 prolly showers u w kisses too or the tightest hug ever :p - you can’t breathe so you’ll have to slightly tap him like “seongmin .. i can’t breathe “ JDBEJD definitely exaggerates his gasps to make you feel better if your showing him a new outfit his eyes widen and he covers his mouth he’s in awe over u rn

♡ - BACK HUGSSS !!!!! i cannot stress this enough he prolly kisses behind ur ear and asks what ur doing ;((((( seongmin is tall and broad so he’s most likely gonna tower over u (i’m 5’3 so ..) you can hear him oooing and stuff at u explaining or watching whtv ur doing he’s so mesmerised over little things it’s adorable $~€{ he rests his head on yours or if your taller he rests his head on your shoulder and his cheeks r puffed up ;((( and leaning on u

♡ - when u hug he swings u both and makes cute asf noises :( and probably swings his head to look at you n giggles and you can see his gums i’m crying so hard rn !!!!!!!!!!! definitely a squeezer like i said but not always as tight like he just wants to give u a quick squeeze

♡ - loves making sure you eat well !! will feed you and do the airplane whatever it takes to make you eat and the airplane just adds cuteness and we all know seongmin is a sucker for cute things +10 points for a jordy spoon FHJRJR lovezzzz eating with you or just cooking a simple meal for you both and he loves it when you join in cooking so <33 but u two always need something sweet after so sometimes you go out to the convenience store to get snacks or ice cream ;(( like a lil date

♡ - if ur both sitting down sometimes he’ll put his legs over yours while he’s laying down :(( or if he’s sitting upright there’s a good chance he’s hugging u close to him <\\\\\3 prolly looks at you sometimes and pretends to bite your cheek *cries*

♡ - he’s always touching you in some way ?!?!?! u’re either holding hands, arms are linked or his hand is on ur thigh or something he cannot keep his hands away from u seongmin just loves u sm <\3 also bonus if your sitting he prolly snakes his arm around your waist and tickles you and cause its from the other side this boy acts clueless LMFAOO like “what do u mean ?? that wasn’t me !!” he’s such a tease with u sometimes he just thinks it’s cute it gets him going JFBEIE

♡ - he loves just walking around with you holding hands around the city and admiring pretty buildings and you go into cool stores and probably watch the sunset together <\3 even though this is a rare occurrence since he’s so busy with his hectic schedule when it happens it means so much to you both !! quality time together <33 seongmin probably pretends to push you in rivers and stuff JFHDUE but will definitely end up buying matching headbands and small things for you both ;((

♡ - brings you to his practices and recording sessions !! when he’s getting a couple extra hours of practice in he likes bringing you with him so you can watch him and tell him he did well JFBEUD every 10 minutes he’ll come over to you and ask “am i doing it well?” or something but bonus bcz you just get to see him all sweaty JFBEJE and when he’s recording (the little private rooms not literally vocal recordings) your always there to help him and give him ideas since he loves the way you think JSHSR sometimes your behind him playing w his hair and he’s sitting in the chair with his mouth open a tiny bit and he looks so cute you just have to take a pic and he gets all shy about it :(( i love this boy sm ————————————————————————————

[wing-ed-thing]

Mob Wife (Kakuzu x Reader, ft. Hidan) Part IV

Synopsis: The Akatsuki are in emergency mode. Kakuzu leads Hidan to the only place he knows for sure is safe to regroup.

Word Count: 

Warnings/Tags: Violence, Blackmail, Language, Fem!Reader, HouseWife!Reader, Moll!Reader, Attempt at Humor, Ceremonial Drinking of Sake, Traditional Wedding

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Finale

Notes: It’s back. Writing Hidan has got me feeling a certain way rn

It rained on your wedding day: weather fitting for, and not minded by, a criminal and a deserter. As you approached the temple, he tried to tell you many times that you were going to be turned away, but as you spoke to the shrine masters, you were greeted warmly and welcomed. You were young with a warm face that offset Kakuzu’s intimidating exterior. Everyone always loved you right away, a way about you that Kakuzu could never begin to consider replicating. With your open heart, you brought a foreign concept into his world: acceptance. The few priests and priestesses at the temple on the border of the Land of Stone looked upon you kindly, a kindness that you and Kakuzu continued to repay years later. The small village of a few hundred that housed that shrine would never see a shinobi attack. Now, only you continue to repay years later.

You could tell that Kakuzu didn’t like being in the temple in the slightest. He had never been one for religion or structure or ceremonies, so you tried not to laugh the first time you saw him in his montsuki haori hakama. You wondered how much grumbling went into getting Kakuzu in such formal attire with a goofy, lopsided grin. Even as he gazed upon your amused, upturned lips, his infamous temper laid unusually dormant. Kakuzu never thought that he would see his own wedding day. Being the kind of man he was, he never thought that he’d have one. He didn’t think that he deserved it, but for once as you stood in front of him in your shiromuku, all of his jaded thoughts seemed to fade. Of course with you, all doors opened.

Kakuzu knelt next to you at the shrine, ever stoic. He put his hair up before the ceremony and secured it neatly behind his head. You remembered it when it was short. As the priest announced your marriage to the gods, you couldn’t help but glance at Kakuzu out of the corner of your eye. He held himself together better than you imagined he would.

“Well, yes. I am an adult,” he would tell you later.

But at that moment, he received the first sakazuki. The priest's vessel tipped over the small cup two times before pouring. Kakuzu brought the dish up to his lips and took three sips: pointless seeing that neither of you had parents, but traditional nonetheless. You were taught to always honor your ancestors, but you doubted that Kakuzu felt the same. You received your cup and the same sake, taking the same three sips and the ceremony went on. The second sakazuki represented your vow to care for each other. You received a slightly larger cup and once again, you each touched the sake to your lips three times. The third represented fortune and fertility.

The Heavens, the Earth, and the People.

You offered Kakuzu a light smile as you moved to the next part of the ceremony, a gesture to assure him that it was almost over. He would have rolled his eyes in any other setting, but Kakuzu didn’t even have to speak for you to know exactly what he meant. You knew that more than anything, he was happy to be with you. Out of all the things that he had done as a shinobi, he could handle a stuffy ceremony.

“I thought you liked stuffy things,” you teased him later, parts of your robes slung over forearms and shoulders for better mobility as you walked through the gardens. Your hand rested in his as you balanced yourself on some raised, rock ledges. His expression could have easily been mistaken for exasperation as he scoffed, but you knew better. He looked happy. “You’re a shinobi. Now that’s stuffy!”

The priest had you stand and you received a flowering branch to offer to the gods. As you held the sprig in your hand, you glanced at Kakuzu. His eyes met your own and you quietly prayed over your offerings before presenting them together, stem first. You bowed together, the rituals vaguely familiar to you as you performed them.

With the blessings of the gods, you had received your rings. Your thumb ran over the skin of Kakuzu’s hand. They had a familiar gruffness to them and held smooth bumps from old scars. His fingernails were short. You slid the band onto his ring finger. The black suited him. He squeezed the fingers of your other hand. The space behind your eyes stung as you held back tears watching as he placed the ring on your hand.

Neither of you had family, so you thanked the shrine priests and priestesses and enjoyed their hospitality. You took a single picture. It was the same frame that you held in your hands now.

Kakuzu walked out a few hours ago, taking Hidan with him. Your kitchen was, for the most part, wrecked. Your doing. Your tears had since dried up and your trembling was beginning to fade. With a shaky breath, you brought yourself to your feet. You placed the picture face-down on the counter and reached for the broom in the corner. Your heart hurt, but the world continued on. And if the world continued on, so should you.

***

You didn’t want to eat, you didn’t feel hungry, but you stood over the sink anyway biting into whatever you could pull from your fridge. You cleaned up the kitchen to the best of your ability. Trash piled up in neat bins outside: splintered wood, broken plates, and any other particles of dust that you managed to sweep up. You could handle it later. At least the rest of the kitchen was spotless. You glanced down at the thick wedding band that sat in your hand. Twirling it between your fingers, you bit into your bell pepper like an apple. That was the kind of night you were having.

A harsh pounding came from the front door and for a split second you wondered if your husband came back. Ex-husband. You didn’t think so. You kept your eyes on the kitchen window but the pounding continued adamantly. A slight shiver went down the back of your neck. The next farm wasn’t for miles. That was definitely not Kakuzu.

You put down your pepper and rolled out your utensil drawer. Your fingers danced across the kunai strapped to the bottom as you silently hoped that your training hadn’t worn off too horribly. The banging ceased as the doorknob began to rattle. The door swung open and you launched your kunai with immense velocity and precision. It was snatched out of the air.

“Fuck! That hurts like a bitch!”

Hidan stood in the entryway with his hand still held up and wrapped around your weapon. Blood dripped onto your floors as the kunai clattered to the ground. He shook out his palm, now sporting a deep gash. All you could do was stand and blink, wondering why he was there and if Kakuzu was with him. Hidan threw his cloak onto the rack. It slid, hardly staying on as he marched over to you. The door didn’t fit into its frame the same as it did before and there was no sign of Kakuzu.

“Can you patch me up, lady?” He looked around your kitchen for somewhere to sit, but found none. He dripped more onto your floors. You quickly guided his wrist over your sink and looked up at him. Beads of water fell down his face. You didn’t even hear the rain outside.

“What happened?” you asked sternly, your voice cracking a bit with worry. Hidan groaned.

“You fucked up my hand, can you at least fix me? I’m traumatized over here.” You sighed, yanking him forward before turning the running water on over his hand. You held it there for a second as if telling him to keep it there before running off to get your medical kit.

“Hidan, you have to tell me if there is an emergency,” you said as you heaved the box onto the counter from your spare room. You cleaned his palm with soap and disinfectant before applying pressure. While you didn’t have to worry about blood loss with Hidan, you also didn’t want him passing out on your kitchen floor either. That would make one more thing to clean up. “Hidan—” You pulled the gauze extra tight. He didn’t seem to be listening to you. —“Is there an emergency?”

“No, lady, it was just cold as fuck and Kakuzu’s got a stick up his ass that’s worse than usual. But you already know what that’s like.” The atmosphere stood still at the mention of Kakuzu’s name.

You knew that you shouldn’t worry about him. As far as you were concerned, he had just divorced you a few hours ago, and even if he hadn’t, you were certain that he could take care of himself. You apparently didn’t do a great job at masking your worry.

He usually didn’t care about the effect of his words, but as you frowned to yourself, Hidan couldn’t help but consider how sad you looked. He pursed his lips, never one for comforting others. For a split second, he wondered whether or not he should have brought up his partner at all. Two fingers gently bumped the bottom of your chin and you looked up at Hidan.

“Don’t look so down. It doesn’t look good on you.” He hesitated. “He’ll come back.”

You dropped his wrapped hand, not noticing that you’ve been drawing loops around his knuckles with your finger.

“I don’t know. He’s usually pretty certain about things and I can’t dwell on that.” You shook your head, turning the water back on to wash your own hands. “You have to go. I know that you have things to do and my— and Kakuzu won’t like that you’re here.” He pouted as you moved around him. You had blood to clean up.

“But it’s raining…” he pouted, expression falling in your peripheral. “And he’s miserable right now which means I’m miserable. C’mon let me stay, I’m miserable.”

“Hidan.” You turned to him and leaned on the doorway from your kitchen to your small living area. “Your partner doesn’t live here anymore.” You flicked on the entryway light, your bucket in hand. Hidan followed behind you, now taking your spot in the doorframe.

“But that doesn’t mean that I have to leave. You know he’s being stupid, but that doesn’t mean that I need to suffer out in the rain because Kakuzu’s a crotchety, old bastard.” You sighed, resting on the handle of your mop. You shook your head.

“I’m sure by the time you get to town the two of you can find somewhere to stay.”

A silence overtook the house again, full of raging, but unspoken thoughts. You squeezed out the yarns and tended to the floors. It, at the very least, gave you something to do. Hidan’s blood already dried part way and you scrubbed harder, but not before it was snatched out of your grip. Hidan shoved you over to take your place. The backs of your knees hit the armrest of the modest couch that you almost toppled down onto. He took to scrubbing.

“So what happened?” he asked.

“Sorry?” Hidan peered at you with his bright violet irises.

“I’m trying to be nice and ask you about your problems, so you better start chatting before I lose interest.” The mop splashed back into the bucket. “Who else do you get to talk to?” You pursed your lips. You knew that he was biding his time to wait out the rain, but his words weren’t wrong. The hurt still felt fresh and perhaps you were feeling a bit desperate to get it out of your system.

“I’m not sure what happened. I asked, but, well, you know how my… how Kakuzu is.” And you found yourself retelling the entirety of what happened: the argument, the ring, Kakuzu’s misplaced comments about children. You left out the part about the wrecked kitchen. “And then he said something about ‘now letting this happen’ which had to be the last straw for me.”

“Did you want brats?” Hidan had since stopped his cleaning. Surprisingly, he listened intently to your rambling as he propped himself against the wall. You swung your feet back and forth over the side of the couch.

“I never really thought about it before and Kakuzu and I never talked about it, so I don’t know why he brought it up.”

“Because he’s a dumbass who thinks too much. I never know what’s going on in that fucked up head of his. If I had a home to come to like this with a cute little thing in an apron—” Hidan scoffed. —“Fuck the Akatsuki. I wouldn’t be hiding you out here because of some band of losers in capes.” That made you laugh.

“You’re in the Akatsuki,” you giggled and Hidan raised a slender eyebrow.

“So? I’m the best one out of all those guys.”

“The best out of some band of losers?” The corners of Hidan’s lips turned upwards into a brief smile as he rolled his pretty irises.

“Listen, I got my devilish charms going for me which is better than Ragdoll. He looks like a fucking pin cushion.” Your hand came over your mouth as you laughed. Hidan looked down at where you sat, pride swelling in his chest at the prospect of cheering you up. But your face quickly morphed into something sentimental.

“Aw, but he’s a cute pin cushion…” Your bottom lip curled into a pout, but at least you didn’t look quite as sad as before. Hidan leaned a bit forward.

“He’s a little over a hundred-eight centimeters tall and has a big-ass nose.” You let out an amused breath. “I’d hardly consider that ‘cute’.”

“But it’s a cute nose. It’s slender and has that cute little bump in the middle.” Your voice grew quieter. Another silence, the third of Hidan’s visit.

It all felt too confusing for you. Maybe Kakuzu was never that interested in you in the first place. You shook your head then and there, much to Hidan’s confusion. Despite Kakuzu’s attitude towards most everything, you knew that he cared deeply about you. Perhaps he had grown bored. Despite ninja work not being of interest to you, you knew that many found the profession very exciting. You ran many profitable operations in the surrounding area, but more money could be made elsewhere, you knew that much. Your lifespan was nothing compared to Kakuzu’s nearly a century of living. He had done everything in life that he had wanted to do and all you had little to show for your existence.

You kept replaying his words about the time that you had. That you had enough time to do more. But if you really thought about it, you were content living the way you had been. You were happy and for a split second you considered whether or not Kakuzu actually saw himself as worthy of you. You shook your head for the second time. No, if anything, you considered it the other way around. You’d imagine that you would come off as boring and childlike to an immortal.

“That’s a lot of thinking.” Hidan had taken to wandering around the room. You hadn’t noticed. “Fuck thinking. You deserve better than taking care of some place in the middle of nowhere and running numbers on boring-ass shit.” You smiled again to yourself, something else that you didn’t notice.

“I actually like it here,” you mumbled. Hidan yawned.

“Can I stay now?” You deliberated to yourself before grabbing the bucket and the mop away from him. He didn’t do a great job, but you found yourself relatively uncaring at the moment.

“Yes, you can stay,” you sighed. Hidan was already halfway down the hall by the time you finished your sentence.

“Good because I was going to crash here anyway.”

@brokennerdalert @unsatisfiedanddisappointed @krispypotato @meme-queen-1999​

Notes: Reader and Kakuzu had a Shinto wedding if anyone’s interested. 

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed and otherwise supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated.

[prettyboykatsuki]

ari. i just read “a glimpse of us” and— ari.

HOW DO YOU DO IT SO EFFORTLESSLY? SO FLAWLESSLY? HOWWWWW THE EMOTIONS I FEEL AFTER READING THIS. I CANT. YOURE—you’re so good 😫 toooooo good.

your readers are always so relatable, esp to me and i love that 🥹 the way you write emotion is so raw and so achingly beautiful. i swear i’ve said this before, but i would greedily inhale anything and everything you make just because it’s you. like the way you write is pure magic to me, truly and wholly. it speaks to me. your words are so captivating and i simply love the pure thought of you. <3 thanks for all that you do, thanks for pouring your love into everything. i feel it 🤍 and it’s returned!!!! i see u. n i love u! so much!!!

OKAY. THE PART W IZUKU AND READER??? IT WAS SO SAD OMGGGG IZUKU IS SO DEVASTATING AT TIMES 😭 like he says he always sees kachan in u…. 💔💔 WHY DID HE SHATTER OUR HEART. LIKE THAT. and that’s so izuku— like he says things that hurt but he doesn’t do it on purpose, he’s an honest being to his core he can’t help it!!! and like you capture that so well!!!! AND HE CRIED AS SOON AS HE SAW READER. he cried from being called midoriya instead. i—he’s so cute i love heem. he is dangerous yes yes. ur so so right 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 u write him so GOOD i’m side eyeing 👀 horikoshi RN

AND ARI???? THE WAY YOU MADE ME A FULL ON KATSUKI LOVER??? I ALR LIKE HIM BUT THIS FIC MADE ME LOVE HIM SO MUCH MORE LIKE???? IM AN IZU GIRL BUT NOW IM A KATSUKI GIRL TOO. the constant “sweetheart” oh. OH. and the teasing and just him as a whole in this story😍 hi katsukiiii *twirls hair* LOL he would be so annoyed. i wanna ruffle his feathers i wanna bite his cheeks with affection i wanna kiss all over his face i wanna bother him so much i shall never leave him alone NEVER. he will never know of peace again. when he was sucking izu off but making out w reader at the same time… i kid you not… i almost blacked out from the image i conjured in my head. i almost ascended. vecna almost got to me dawg 😭😭😭

OMG thank u for writing a poly relationship where the two male characters actually KISS AND SHOW AFFECTION to each other, not just the reader 🥹 there’s literally not. enough. of. that. thank u ari i’m giving u a big smooch!!!! im so sorry for screeching in your inbox like this, but i had to tell you. I HAD TOO 😭😫 U ARE MY FAVORITE. one thing abt me? i’m gonna tell ari every time their shit SLAPS . ARI ATE DOWNNNNNNNN. if you ever published a book one day, it’d probably be the most beautiful book i’d ever read. and i’d probably get so many quotes from it tatted on me. i would buy three thousand copies!!! have a good day beloved <3

anon........

anon im kissing your ring like the godfather. i am kneeling at your feet in gratitude. this was such a NICE and unexpected ask i will actualy pass away and DIE i don't even know what to say. getting these like... full page reviews of my fics. i dont even know what to say sometimes HEJHDKKJS IT'S SO OVERWHELMING IN THE BEST WAY!!!!!! THIS MADE MY ENTIRE AFTERNOON I AM GOING TO THINK ABOUT IT ALL FREAKING DAY!!!! I DO NOT DESERVE U AT ALL!!!!!!! i love you so dearly i genuinely could not express myself to u more rn

IM REALLY GLAD MY READERS ARE RELATABLE. i think in a way we are all very similar so i try to write characters in long fics that have relatable motivations and drives even if they;re not personally u know. and i try to give the flaws and stuff too and grievances. THE PART W IZUKU AND WRITING IT WAS ALSO VERY SAD FOR ME.... IDK SOMETHING ABOUT HIM IS JUST VERY SOPPING WET AND SOB WORTHY.

ALSOOOOOO. welcome to team katsuki hello wtf!!!!! that's HUGE news baby. HUGE. SWEETHEART IS THE MOST BKG NICKNAME EVER. and trust me when i say writing the scene where reader and bkg made out over dekus dick also killed me dead i had to take breakes. the image was overwhelming.

AND IM GLAD!! i dont really like. like poly fics where they all arent super in love with each other and i am such a bkdk fan it was impossible to write any other way.

PLEASE NEVER BE SORRY FOR YOUR THOUGHTFULNESS . I AM SO ETERNALLY GRATEFUL I COULD EAT U UP. I LOVE U!!!!!!!

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Thin Walls - Chapter 9

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a/n : i’m not evil, i swear...we only have 3 chapters + an epilogue left, don’t kill me 😅 - also, i’ll be taking requests when i’m finished with thin walls, so join my taglist here for future works and don’t be afraid to fill my inbox rn :)

summary : wanda is awakened to the truth about who she is and you formulate a plan to save everyone, running headfirst into danger yet again

warning/s : death and violence + WandaVision spoilers + language

<---chapter 8 / chapter 10—>

natasha romanoff x reader masterlist

Opening your eyes is harder than it should be because of the pounding in your head, the ache you feel in your back, and when you do finally open them you’re not even sure if they’re open or not. It’s dark, so dark you can barely make out the pillars around the room. There’s only a little light streaming in from a window and that’s when you realise you’re probably in a basement - from the shape of the thin rectangular window. 

“Hey, sleepyhead.” You jump at the low voice beside you and turn to see Wanda giving you a small smile, eyes tired and guilty. “I tried, but I can’t get us out.” Her accent is back and strong, almost soothing with her gentle tone. She sounds like she’s been crying so you lean a little closer to brush your shoulder against hers.

“How long have we been out? Or me, I guess.” You stumble to your feet and brush the dust off your clothes. There’s branches wrapped around the room, leading upstairs where you already know the door is locked. There’s runes around the room that you notice from your studies. You already know what they’re for but you glance down at your hands that refuse to radiate yellow energy, just to make sure.

“I don’t know. I don’t know what’s happening. I don’t even know how I did all of this.” She sounds panicked and you turn to her with a soft smile, trying to keep her calm. You’re just happy to know she’s not doing any of this on purpose. But she’s still doing it, and you’re not understanding where this power even comes from. No one can get this powerful from only experimentation.

“Hey, it’s okay. We’ll figure it out, and eventually get ou-” You freeze when you catch something in the corner of your eyes as you’re glancing around the room. Is that…no way, it can’t be. You stand up and walk over towards the ancient look radiating a strong energy, swirls of orange twirling around it protectively. You don’t dare touch it, knowing what it can do to a person.

“What? Do you know what that is?” She asks, obviously having seen it before you but dismissing it since she has no clue what it is. She peaks with curiosity but you keep her behind you, just to be sure.

“The Darkhold. I’ve read about it years ago, and then more so with Strange.” You take a step back after you feel the urge to open it. Wanda watches you carefully, eyes glancing between you and book behind you now as you turn to face her. You didn’t realise just how close too you she was standing, nose to nose for a second before she steps back with her arms crossed over her chest.

“What is it?” She demands to know and you let out a sigh, running your hand through your hair. It’s so stuffy in here you can barely breathe, so dark you can barely see. You have a pounding headache that just won’t go and it got worse when you stepped closer to the book. 

“An ancient book of spells. It’s made entirely of dark matter. God, I knew I could sense dark energy here. This is worse than I thought.” Your tone is a little too harsh but you can’t really help the frustration at being locked down here. The dark magic isn’t good for you; it’s fuelling the darkness already in you, egging it on, forcing it to come to the surface and Natasha isn’t here to keep you calm. 

“I don’t understand.” Wanda whines out and her naivety is starting to frustrate you. What would Agatha, a witch, want with Wanda? Her powers are purely from experimentation. There’s runes, there’s the Darkhold, there’s skulls and magic objects locked in the cupboards around. This isn’t HYDRA.

“She’s a full blown witch. What in the fuck is going on? Wanda, I thought you were experimented on?” You’re almost yelling at her and she cowers away from you, flinching at your harsh tone. You close your eyes for a second to calm yourself down and open them to see her with a confused expression.

“I-I was. That’s how I got my powers.” Wanda claims but before you can demand she tell you the truth, the woman appears out of thin air in the middle of the basement. You both turn to her alert and ready to fight. She laughs at the two of you wickedly.

“I don’t think so, hun. Goodie! You’re both awake.” She says as she walks circles around you both. When you glance over her, you know there’s no light in her left, just pure darkness. It’s all you can feel.

“Where are my children?” Wanda demands in a shaky voice, trembling, scared, confused. Her hands remain held out in front of her but you drop yours, knowing your powers are useless here. The witch glances at Wanda’s hands with a wide smirk.

“Ah, yes. Vision, your boys, this entire reality you’ve created. Tell me, Wanda, how did you do it?” She asks curiously, stepping closer to Wanda. She’s still smirking but there’s an eager tinge to her voice, a desperation in her eyes. She wants this power, this power that is too big for someone small like Wanda, someone young and uneducated, and undeserving. She thinks she deserves it, she’s earned it after years and years of practicing magic.

“Who are you?” Wanda demands, which confuses you slightly because you thought they knew each other by the way Wanda seemed comfortable with her touch earlier. It must have been an act all along. Wanda hadn’t realised this witch was living under her hex, manipulating her, observing her the entire time. How did she not sense the power, the darkness radiating off her?

“Who are you? These complex spells, this level of power, this takes years, decades to perfect! And you don’t even know how you’re doing it!” She’s screaming now, seemingly frustrated with Wanda’s lack of cooperation, not because she won’t talk but because she can’t talk. She has no clue how she’s done all this and that breaks your heart; it’s all her trauma, her pain manifesting to burst out and create this reality that was supposed to be her deepest desires. She just wanted to be happy, she just wanted Vision and a family, a place to grow old in.

“Where are my twins?!” Wanda screams out, pushing her hands out. But nothing comes out. She tries again, tears threatening to roll down her cheek as her powers refuse to work. The witch laughs loudly at her, rolling her eyes again at how inexperienced Wanda is.

“You really know nothing about magic, huh?” She asks patronisingly and you can’t take her ego anymore, speaking up to gain her attention.

“Runes. Only the witch that casts them can use her magic in the specific area.” She turns to you, her smirk falling a little but she composes herself quickly. Wanda’s looking at you too, confused to how you even now all of this. She just wants out of this place.

“Ah. A smart one. Where’ve you been hiding?” You refuse to answer her, narrowing your eyes and stepping closer to her to show that you’re not intimidated. She raises a brow at you, lips stretching into a smile.

“Why are you doing this? You have the Darkhold, you can get whatever you want.” You demand and she falters again, this time stepping back and turn around, no doubt trying to hide the shock on her face. After a second she turns to face you again, this time impossibly close to you. Wanda pulls her hands in front of her again, ready to protect you but it’s useless here. She drops her hands down with a frustrated sigh.

“You’ve done your research. What exactly are you doing here? With her? I can see the darkness within you. You’re like me.” She’s close enough for the purple to start swirling between the two of you, your eyes flashing between purple and yellow. She can see the internal battle you’re having, grinning as she tries to push you to the dark side. But you think of Wanda terrified behind you, you think of Natasha probably angry but waiting outside worried about you. You fight for them.

“I’m nothing like you. Just tell us what you want…” You trail on, realising you don’t know her name yet. She smiles and takes this opportunity for her dramatic introduction.

“Agatha. Agatha Harkness, pleased to meet you, my dear.” She bows and cackles, twirling around. She turns her attention away from you and back to Wanda, not bothering for distractions anymore. You don’t have what she wants. “What I want is for you to tell me how you did this, Wanda.” She demands again, voice stern and low.

“I already told you, I don’t know how.” Wanda shakes her head, stuttering a little.

“I guess we’ll have to take a trip down memory lane. As for you…I think a nap will do you good.” Just as you see Wanda’s eyes widen, everything goes dark.

By the time you wake up, Wanda and Agatha are still gone. It gives you enough time to look around the room but no matter where you drift off, you’re drawn back to the Darkhold. You know better than to touch it, knowing it has the power to corrupt its owner. But you do raise a hand, just to feel its energy. It suddenly flicks open to a page in a language you don’t understand. But the second you blink and open your eyes again, you can read it. The myth of the Scarlet Witch. Harbinger of chaos and destruction, destiny to destroy the universe. You’ve heard of her, which is why you call it a myth - it’s only ever been talk, likely a story made up to scare baby witches and direct them away from their desires to dip into dark magic. But then you read on and on until it hits you. How else could she have done all this? How else could she have this much power, power that only grows with her trauma, with her chaos? Chaos magic.

Just then, Wanda bursts through a door you hadn’t noticed was even there.

“Wanda. You okay?” She looks frazzled, cheeks wet.

“She-She said I did this. She says I was born a witch. Y/N, I don’t under-” She’s interrupted by the cries of her twins and you both run towards the door, storming out. You stray behind a little, watching in shock as Agatha holds the two of them by their necks with her magic. You look down and see purple radiating around your hands and you try shove the idea away, knowing this would either corrupt or kill you, but you can’t think of a better option than this.

“All this power and you have no clue what it is or how to use it. You’re supposed to be a myth, a being capable of spontaneous creation. Here you are, wasting your powers on sitcoms. This is chaos magic, Wanda. And that makes you...the Scarlet Witch.” You whisper it at the same time as Agatha does, gasping at the confirmation. Wanda turns to look at you, a confused expression on her face. She’s overwhelmed and from what you know that makes her even power more unstable. You run to her side and try reassure her.

“It’s okay.” You whisper to her before turning to face Agatha with angry eyes glowing yellow. “Let them go! Leave the kids out of this.” You scream out but Wanda doesn’t want to use words so she blasts Agatha with her magic instead. The second you see her thrown back, you notice what the magic does to her. She’s absorbing it. The you realise her plans; she wants to absorb Wanda’s magic, draining the life out of her. “Wanda, stop!” She doesn’t listen to you and blasts her again, at which Agatha cackles.

“Boys, inside! Now!” They rush inside using their powers. Agatha’s still on the floor so you turn to Wanda and quickly whisper what your plans are. It’ll work, you know it will. You just hope you can take it.

“This is it. This is our chance!” Hayward screams, telling his agents to drive into the hex as it opens. Natasha watches civilians running out, Sam and Bucky helping them get to safety. She wants to get to you though, that’s all she can think of. 

“I’m guessing you’re not going to listen to me when I tell you to stay here?” Strange says with a sigh as Natasha shakes her head at him. He knows what’s going to happen next and he doesn’t want Natasha to have to watch that, but she’s too stubborn to sit still.

“No chance in hell.” He opens a portal and gestures for her to walk into it. But she stops in her tracks when she sees two little boys walk through the hex, covered in yellow magic. Your magic. “Oh my God.” She runs to them, Strange following her. “Billy? Tommy?” They look up at her with tears in their eyes. “How is this…how is this possible?” Natasha turns to look at Strange. He knows but he won’t say.

“Mummy’s friend told us to walk through and said you’ll be here to help.” Billy stutters out and Sam is behind Natasha in seconds, guiding the twins away from you and Strange.

“Y’all better fix this shit. I’m tired! We’re meant to be on vacation!” Sam shouts out as he runs away to help and Strange opens the portal again, chuckling at his antics. 

“Let’s go.” They walk through, ending up in the middle of the square where Wanda is standing with her magic shooting out of her body towards the sky. She’s groaning in obvious pain, but still pushing through. Natasha looks up when she hears a cackle and sees Agatha floating in the air. Just when she sees Vision disintegrating on the ground, she starts to run towards him but a hand pulls her back.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” You shout angrily at her, worry written all over your face. She’s not meant to be here. You don’t want her to see you like this.

“Y/N.” She whispers and pulls you into a hug, taking a shaky breath in and out that you can feel on your neck. “What is wrong with you? Why do you keep running into danger the second you see it? Do you not care about-” She’s screaming at you with angry emerald eyes filled with tears, eyebrows scrunched together, hair waving around from the wind, and she’s just…she’s beautiful. You interrupt her with a kiss so passionate it has your lips trembling against hers, tears falling down your cheeks.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper against her soft lips, and she shakes her head at you with a watery laugh.

“I forgive you, just stop doing stupid things.” She pecks your lips again but you pull back and look at her with a guilty expression. Her smile falls.

“Baby…there’s one last stupid thing I have to do. I’m so sorry but there’s no other way.” You rest your forehead to hers, breathing her in one last time, kissing her lips as soft and gentle as you can to try and communicate how deeply you feel for her.

“Y/N, what are you talking about?” You shake your head at her, letting go of her hands and walking backwards. You look up and see the runes Wanda has cast. She absorbs her power back before Agatha falls to the ground. “Y/N!” Natasha screams one last time, not being able to do anything but watch you run to danger yet again. There’s angry tears falling down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Natasha.” You run back and look up at Wanda who’s still floating. “Now!” She gives you a sad nod and whirls her hands until the runes have gone. Agatha takes a sharp breath, stumbling up to her feet with manic laughter.

“You’re not meant to remove them, you naive little girl!” She screams and shoots her magic at Wanda who’s stood next to you now, but you jump in the way of her just like you planned. You throw your head back, screaming, groaning, gasping as you absorb the magic. Strange is holding a hysterical Natasha back as you manage to turn your head to look at her one last time. “What…what are you doing!?” Agatha screams, gasping for air as her life is slowly drained into you. Your eyes are wide and bright purple as you let it take over you, let the darkness consume you hoping it will kill you in the process. If you die, the darkness dies with you.

“It’s okay. She chose to do this.” Wanda tells Natasha in an attempt to soothe her but her cries are loud and you can’t help the tears sliding down your own face at the sound of her screaming. It feels like the purple is wrapping around your throat choking you out. It slides into your mouth, your eyes, nose, taking over your body until Agatha lets out a final gasp and drops down with a thud. You manage one last look at Natasha, eyes blank, mouth hung open as you let out a final breath. She breaks out into another sob the second your eyes close and your body hits the ground.