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papayatori · 3 months

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Don’t Blink! (P3)

LN4 x fém!reader

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I’m not sure how long I’m going to carry on this series, I guess it depends on how well it does. I’ve got nothing but positives so far, so I hope it stays that way. I also take requests! Feel free to leave me some! (This one is kind of shorter, I’m sorry. Longer one next time!)

My alarm interrupted my peaceful sleeping. I was beyond pissed and could have thrown it across the room had it not simply been doing its God-forsaken job. I decided that, at the ungodly hour of 7am on a Saturday, that I would get up and make breakfast like normal human beings usually do.

How incredibly jealous I was of said human beings.

In about thirty minutes, I had started things in the kitchen. I had my morning cup of Chai and was ready to take on the world; and by the world, I meant the frying pan.

Pancakes were a delicacy that could not be coveted, an art that took decades to master. Pancakes with bacon were even better. Not to mention, keeping my apartment from burning down as an added plus. With that said, I gave all of my attention to the stovetop.

After a long battle with the floury pancake mix and attempting to turn it into a batter(there was now a huge mess to clean up later, yet another reason I have yet to master the art of pancake making), I had finally managed to have a breakfast fit for a king.

Or better yet, a breakfast fit for me.

I had decided to leave the mess to clean up later, I was hungry and it could wait. Though, I was proud of myself and couldn’t help but snap a picture of my breakfast and post it on Twitter.

I ate in a comfortable and relaxing silence. I had earned this after yesterday. Though, I hadn’t really stumbled upon last nights memories until now. Lando and I had texted for a while after I had gone to bed, him insisting that I never answered his ‘question’. At first I was really sure what he meant, but then I had come to the realization that he was asking when our next date was.

Silly me.

I would be lying if the thought of our time yesterday hadn’t sent me into a mess of smiles and butterflies every time I thought of it. Sure, I had always found Lando attractive, but never had I thought anything more than that. Why would I? I hadn’t met him until yesterday.

I’m starting to believe I might be going insane, and I will be blaming Lando for legal purposes.

Ding!

Startled, I looked down at my phone. I usually didn’t get many replies on Twitter, this was new.

And you didn’t invite me? I thought we were friends 💔

At first I was confused as hell, and then I read the name of the person who had replied.

Lando Norris

I shook my head with a small smile spreading across my lips. I wasn’t sure how he managed to find my social media, or why for that matter, but I suppose it wouldn’t have been too hard. I decided to reply anyway.

Maybe next time Mr. Norris

…

My laptop open, camera plugged in, I knew for a fact that these were going to be the easiest photos I’d ever edited. I plopped myself back down on my couch, satisfied with my breakfast and cleanup afterwards, one hindered percent determined to be productive today.

Woo hoo!

Okay, maybe that was a bit of sarcasm. Though, i wasn’t lying about these photos being easy to edit. The hard part, however, would be keeping my eyes off of Lando’s face for long enough to edit his photos.

Who knew such a thing could be so insanely difficult.

It was honestly frustrating trying to keep my mind away from him. I’ve dated my fair share of men, and I don’t think I’ve ever had this much trouble keeping my thoughts in check. This also begs the question, what exactly were we now? I’m not sure if our date had any romantic implications in the first place. He could have just been being friendly. I would be a fool to mention it.

A knock on the door pulled me completely out of my rambling thoughts, and a part of me was thankful. I got up to open it, curious as who the hell could be knock in on my door at 9am.

The door revealed the most beautiful pair of blue-green eyes I had ever seen.

“I brought you things!” Lando said excitedly, not waiting on me to let him in a pushing past me to the table in my kitchen.

“Good morning to you too, Lando.” I chuckled, following closely after him.

“So, first things first. I’m mad at you.” Lando pushed his bottom lip out, giving me a pout I couldn’t help but giggle at.

“And why would that be, Mr. Norris?” He glared at me.

“You know exactly why I’m mad at you.” He clicked his tongue. “Fortunately for you, that isn’t why I am here.” I tilted my head, urging him to continue.

Lando pulled some bits of paper out of the sack I hadn’t realized he was holding. His eyes were too much of a distraction for me to even notice. He smiled then, holding my gaze for a little longer than I had anticipated before finally breaking the silence once more.

“Sign these.” He slid the papers towards me.

“What am I signing exactly?” I asked. As he handed me the pen, our fingertips touched for a moment, sending electricity through my body. My face heated up and I reverted my eyes back down to the paper to keep from falling into his.

“It’s a contract. I worked my magic with Zak, you’re welcome, and he’s written up an official agreement for you to work for McLaren.”

“You’re lying.” I gasped, reading through the paper that said just about the exact same thing Lando had just described to me. “I thought you were joking.”

“I wouldn’t get your hopes up like that, not even after you had pancakes without me.” I rolled my eyes at his smirking figure. I ignored his comment.

“I just can’t believe it’s actually happening. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted something like this.” This time I looked up at Lando with the biggest, genuine smile he’s ever seen me wear, and instead of smirking, he actually gave me a genuine smile back.

“I’m sure you can believe this then.” He reached further down into the back, balling it up afterwards. “Paddock pass for Bahrain. You won’t need to worry about the flight or the hotel situation, you’re going to be staying in the same one as Oscar and myself. I think Zak will probably also be there this time around seeing as it’s the first race of the season.”

Before I could really think about what I was doing, my arms were wrapped around him in a tight embrace. He was quite taller than me, leaving my face buried into his chest. His muscles were tense, slowly easing as he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Thank you, Lando.” I mumbled, my voice muffled from his chest.

“Anything for you, darling.”

Coming to my senses, I pulled away a bit quicker than I would have liked.

“Fuck, I’m sorry-“

Lando was laughing at me now, probably seeing how red my face was.

“I got a bit excited.” I continued to try and explain myself without sounding like a fan.

Well, I was a fan, but that was beside the point.

“Just don’t get so excited that you forget to sign those papers, Miss y/ln.” I looked down at them to find that he was right, I really had forgotten to sign the papers.

His hand squeezed my shoulder as I was writing, causing me to hesitate slightly before continuing. His touch sent waves of heat through me, heat that I could explain but most definitely couldn’t deny either.

I looked up at him when I finished, praying my face wouldn’t give away the things his touch did to me. He smiled sweetly.

“I can’t wait for next week.” He said, as if he were the one who had just signed contract papers with McLaren as their primary photographer.

“Neither can I.”

…

“This picture? Really?” Lando gave me a look as we pulled my laptop away from me on the couch. I should’ve learned my lesson last time he took something from me, but apparently I had not.

“I like that one! It brings out your eyes.” I stated proudly. He smirked.

“You like my eyes, do you?” I paused, not expecting for that sort of question after the moments we had spent in the kitchen.

“Maybe, maybe not; but one thing is for certain, and that is that the LN4 Twitter fan girls are infatuated with them, and that’s all I need for my entire career to blow up.”

Who was I trying to fool, myself? Lando sent me a knowing look.

“Staring contest, go!” I was completely caught off guard by this, not prepared in the slightest.

His eyes bore into my own, blinding me without any light whatsoever. They were full of so many emotions that I couldn’t place, though the joy behind his iris’s couldn’t be contained. I almost smiled at the thought that maybe I was the reason behind the joy he was feeling.

Don’t blink

I lost myself in his eyes, in my thoughts, perfectly content to stare into him for the rest of our time together. I hadn’t realized that that we had slowly drifted towards each other, my mouth parted slightly in instinctive anticipation. Was this really happening?

Then he stuck is tongue out at me.

I blinked in confusion at first, laughing at his action before realizing I had lost the staring contest.

“Oh fuck off!” I laughed, throwing on of the couch pillows at him.

“You’re just mad because I’m right!” He laughed along with me, seeing the dawning look of realization grow on my face.

The only reason we had a staring contest was just for him to prove the fact that I liked his eyes. This bastard knew what he was doing. Honestly, I was starting to like that.

Or maybe I was just starting to like him.

…

The late afternoon had rolled around after spending the entire day joking around with Lando.

So much for being productive.

I led him to the door on his way out. I’m not really sure why I didn’t want him to leave; but, his presence sure beat the hell out of being lonely and editing his photos all day.

“Thanks for today, I had a lot of fun.” I said, giving him a small smile as a thanks. He chuckled.

“So did I, other than the part where I didn’t get pancakes.” I rolled my eyes before an idea popped into my head.

“If you won’t hold this over my head anymore, maybe you could come over for breakfast tomorrow morning?” Proud of myself, I gave him a wink. He blanked, surprised I even offered.

“Sure! As long as I can consider it our second date.”

“A deals a deal.” I offered him my hand. He shook it with a triumphant smile, bringing my hand to his lips before gently kissing the back of it.

“I suppose I’ll see you in the morning then, darling.”

And with that, he was gone and the door had shut behind him. The only thing he left behind was the faint scent of his cologne.

#don’t blink #f1 x y/n #f1 x you #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #mclaren formula 1 #fanfic #ln4 x y/n #ln4 fluff #ln4 imagine #lando x you #ln4 fic #lando norris #lando x reader #ln4 #ln4 x reader #ln4 x you

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lee-hakhyun · 11 months

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do you think that the side story is trying to tell us: we, fragments of kdj, are also ourselves like despite being a small percentage of kim dokja, we also have our own identity and thats okay, that doesnt make us less important to the story? like we are still part of them and we are also important and we, too, should dream about ourselves too...... like it's trying to tell us eventho you are not special, you are still important idk

ok, i was going to answer this expanding on my thoughts i put in tags on one of your posts, but i overestimated my energy for longer posts. i will (probably) make a clearer post rewording this to not be.. all this, but here's a whole rant i went on in discord relating to your ask

text: i mentioned this before but i'm like pretty sure the the side story is meant to reach out to us (not for the sake of saving another, but to save you, personally) i'm planning on cleaning this up in a tumblr post but here's just a VERY disorganized early ramble

everything kinda clicked for me yesterday. the ask ru sent me about the open-endedness of orv got me thinking about the purpose of the side story because yeah, orv has the perfect ending. so why would there still be more? from what i'm seeing. orv will get a clear 'good' end. no more open-ends. and for a good reason. 'omnisicent reader's viewpoint' is over, this is reiterated so many times throughout the side story. but it goes on, which means the story still has a reason to continue. as singshong said, this isn't a story for just that one kim dokja anymore, but it's still a story about kim dokja. and the 'kim dokja' in the side story, it's the orv readers. the kim dokja fragments. as in,, us. if orv had to continue, THIS would be the perfect way to truly complete the story. as much as orv is a story about tragedy it's also about love. orv has saved people even, with an uncertain ending, because the story is about surviving, to have someone live on. and it's supposed to be meant for YOU, you are supposed to dream of a happy ending because you deserve a happy end. but that's not enough for some people, even when everything pointed to kdj waking up, there were still two portals in the end. there were still some people who thought kim dokja, and subsequently themselves, couldn't be saved. so the story continues on, because it hasn't truly reached everyone yet. (1/2 i hope you see where i'm going with this)

so what i think is going to happen, the side story is going to absolutely burn in the message that YOU deserve to live, and leave on an ending that cannot be misconstrued for anything else. because if kim dokja lives on, then so will we. because we are kim dokja. so he NEEDS to live in the end. we're not even close to the end of the side story and this message is already being pushed so much through lhh. he refuses to ignore anyone, 'extra' or otherwise. he wants everyone to survive. just. see his talk with ye hyunwoo. telling him to survive no matter what, that this was his response as an author to his readers, that if he needs to use 'i am kim dokja' then do so

(there's so much about lhh i could theorize on but i can't word it right now)

i'm gonna cut this off here because i will start repeating myself but if an open end was enough to change some. it wouldn't be for others. orv needs a clear happy end to reach anyone that didn't get it the first time around.

it's this ask that changed everything for me. orv's end may have been clear to me, but not everyone thinks the same way

just. urgh. something about this story going so far to reach out and say you deserve to live

#ask #orv side story #orv spoilers #orv #someone PLEASE back me up on this i cannot be the only one seeing this #the side story is speaking to US #you deserve to survive. no matter who you are.

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giggly-squiggily · 9 months

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ok this is incredibly specific but top five lees who will deny liking tickling but if they're really sleepy or otherwise delirious they'll tell their partner(s) how much they secretly love it

Okay so- I meant to answer these yesterday but Sunday got away from me karkekjajrkaj The ask game is closed because I don't forsee myself having the time this week to take more on but we're gonna do these last three :D Crumbly Lees and Danganronpa top 5 below the cut for length, Danganronpa spoilers and in game morbid-ness (is that the word I'm looking for? No idea)

Top five lees who will deny liking tickling until they're under the influence (sleepy, drunk, delirius, etc.) (For @tklpilled :3)

5.) Eren (AOT)- This man is PRIDEFUL. He'll never outwardly confess he likes tickling; it's a secret he'll take to his grave...until after too many nights staying up listening to Hange ramble about titans. Armin was getting him to bed and accidentally poked his side. In his delirious state, Eren was all: "Hehe, that tickled...I like tickles...zzzzzz." He denies it with his whole being afterwards but Armin knows the truth >:3

4.) Shigaraki (MHA)- Another prideful soul; I think Shigaraki got too drunk one day at the bar and just...forgot where he was? Dabi was messing with him (as one does) and Shigaraki groaned out "You're lucky I like that kind of thing, else you'd be dust!" Even Kurogiri was surprised at the confession. Dabi has yet to let him live it down and makes it a point to tickle Shigaraki at every opportunity.

3.) Aki (CSM): Lost a drinking contest with Himeno and is way out of it. It's not so much pride that prevents him from sharing this information but rather the consequence; if he were to confess- Power and Denji (and Angel) would NEVER let him live it down. So when he not only confessed to liking tickling but also admitted he enjoyed Power and Denji's company (on camera- Angel recorded it) the next few days were nothing but chaos for him. But really- is that anything new?

2.) Chuuya (BSD): Stubborn, stubborn, stubborn man! (affectionate) Chuuya would rather be caught dead than EVER admit he likes tickling (especially the soft kind). In his case he was delirious from an enemy attack- no real injury but very very tired after using his gravity ability. Dazai was carrying him home when Chuuya accidentally let it slip.

1.) Sanemi (Demon Slayer): Will deny with his whole chest that he hates it but if you tickle him SUPER gently when he's asleep (like- super light tracing and all that) he might confess that he likes it. Giyu found this out one morning and never told Sanemi he knew- but he does keep gentle tickles in their cuddle sessions going forward.

Top Five Lees Who Crumble and Should Be In A Horror Movie When Tickled (For anon :3)

5.) Raichi (Blue Lock): He's another guy who's all: "I'm not ticklish!" Until someone finds a really bad spot instantly and this man is GONE. He sounds exactly like that- a victim in a horror movie! It's the kind of screaming from those cheesy 80's ones too so it never fails to make the rest of Team Z lose it.

4. ) Arthur (Fire Force): It's not so much his immediate laugh that's screamy; it's the spot along his hips that will get you a shriek. He's SO ticklish and has zero resistance to rely on! Shinra finds it absolutely hilarious whenever he stumbles upon that spot.

3.) Ayame (Fruits Basket): Listen- my snake man's got a big laugh. He's a big personality and needs a laugh to boot! It's still fairly elegant but if you find the right spots (highest ribs, the back of his thighs, his feet) he'll be a mess of high pitched shrieky laughter!

2.) Mic (MHA): Mic is such a ler in my eyes but MY GOD. He's the definition of a shriek laugh; his whole quirk is all about being loud! Aizawa has to plan his attacks on him when Eri is out cause he's so loud and will absolutely wake her up during nap time. Mic doesn't mean to be- he just is TwT'

1.) Kakyoin (JJBA): It's not so much he screams when tickled; but rather his laugh sounds absolutely insane and borderline horror movie victim. Anytime he gets tickled someone thinks he's being murdered and goes to save him cause he sounds so dramatic ajrjaejrkejj

TW: Danganronpa executions/Spoilers below!

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Top Five Danganronpa Executions:

5.) Blast Off! Second Ignition (Kaito Momota): OUCH??? But also good for him! Kaito was someone truly to love- and while I'm sad to see him go, I'm glad it was on his terms (well....his illness' terms anyway) and he got to see space! Plus his execution failed so it was a big middle finger to Monokuma which made me laugh.

4.) The 1000 Blows (Leon Kuwata): The first execution of the entire series! While it wasn't extravagant and over the top the way Kaede and Kiyo's were; it was still so tone setting and brutally chilling. Especially when we get a reaction cam of all the students after they're forced to watch the results of their vote.

3.) Strand Of Agony (Kirumi Tojo): This one hurt. This one hurt ALOT. Listen- I'm not the biggest fan of Kirumi (no hate- I was just never THAT INTO her? She's lovely though) but my god- the way she fought so hard to escape only for that ending reveal...it was a bit soul crushing even if it was to be expected.

2.) Der Flohwalzer (Kaede Akamatsu): KAEDE DESERVED BETTER! I'm gonna say it with my whole chest; Kaede was a good soul and didn't deserve to go out the way she did (really none of them did when you know what's revealed at the end). That said; her execution was so HER and so tone setting for the rest of the game!

1.) Cultural Melting Pot (Korekiyo Shinguji): Forgive my morbid curiosity, but this was the execution that got me playing Danganronpa. It's so brutal and terrifying but so animated and floaty? I love Korekiyo- but after that third trial...his execution was both visually and spiritually satisfying. By far the best one in V3.

Honorable mention to Gundham cause HOW COULD HE OH MY GOD *sobs hysterically* MY BABY! T-T (I respect his decision but I'm not happy! >:L)

Thanks for asking! :D

#squiggily plays #top five #tickle #tickle talks #tw: execution #danganronpa spoilers #we get a little morbid here sometimes kjajkrejkajkrjkae #that's the nature of danganronpa though #Thanks for playing with me y'all! :D

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kissmetwicekissmedeadly · 6 months

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also I neeeeeeed to know your thoughts on Virche Evermore so far!!! I’ve been debating getting it, but I def trust my mutuals’ opinions more than game reviewers lol

aww im honoured! 🥹 hope i can help you out! i meant to reply to this sooner but i couldn't 🥲 but that's good because I have now completed my first route meaning that I can give you a better answer! so. the game really is as good as you've probably heard it is. Now, when you say you've been debating getting it, I don't know if you were held back by the same things as me but just in case you too are worrying about this: while tragedy IS the domineering trope of Virche, you'll find yourself enjoying every other aspect of what you'd expect to see in an otome game just as much! The romance is romancing. The comedy is there. Nothing suggestive is happening yet you're thirsting over your fave just as much. Get this, I'm not good with extreme angst! The beginning of the prologue had me worrying about that, but in the next moment I was laughing at a funny moment so yeah those definitely exist and they will only make you bond with the characters further. that's part of why the writing is so good. god. the writing. I can't praise it enough honestly. The worldbuilding is complex and interesting to find out more and more about as the story progresses, it has its own brand of angst that would only exist within that universe so you're guaranteed to be taken aback by it. You know it's good if you're not just crying but also blinking in realization of what just happened. If you're like me and play mainly for the characters and your driving force is your fave, I'll tell you that my fave-radar is almost impeccable as often one look is enough for me to know which route i'm doing first, and the prologue only solidifies my choice. And here? I didn't see him coming. It went from 0 to 100 so fast that by the second chapter of his route I was unable to stop thinking about him. And again, what makes a character appealing here has a lot to do with the plot. The LIs are unique and fleshed out and I was ready with my choice for a second route right away after completing my first. What else? The bgm? Amazing. The art? I was looking at one cg of my second fave for a full minute yesterday. SOOOooo Yeah Andy I think I can vouch for the quality of Virche, the rumors are true LMAO ive no idea if you've read any reviews or anything, but i'd say, give it a try! I hope I didn't overhype it or anything, I just seriously haven't found a single flaw so far. But be warned, even if there are funny moments or cool worldbuilding introductions or these instances of subtle sexiness that are imo better than the typical fanservise, there is lots of dark and disturbing stuff too! Especially later on in the game, from what I've heard! So anyway, I hope this helps! If you end up getting it, you're always welcome to come tell me what you think and ramble about it 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️❤❤ LOVE YOU HAVE A NICE DAY

#kissmetwicekissmedeadly askbox

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defiedlife · 1 year

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ooc. this ended up somewhat disjointed, but I have to put my thoughts somewhere. Diluc headcanon/meta/general rambling below the cut because it got pretty long.

I was looking over the manga again and got reminded of this:

It's so easy to miss even when there's a whole panel dedicated to highlighting it, because it's such a small detail, but that's a partial Fatui symbol on Diluc's mask. Seeing it again got me thinking about why it's there in the first place, especially since the full page and the next couple after it carry some implications if you stop and think about what Dottore says for a moment. I don't wanna make this post too long just due to images, so I'll type the dialogue here instead:

Dottore: "But the loss of this menial...is happily balanced out by this unexpected finding. That 'Vision' you're wearing is indeed interesting. Diluc: "What? What are you saying?" Dottore: "I'd love to indulge in this some more, but that's it for now. Keep up the good work and hone your unimpressive powers. Farewell. I can see...a bright future ahead of you."

Here, it's obvious Dottore knows things Diluc doesn't, despite the fact that this is after Diluc has returned to Mondstadt—meaning after he wrecked Fatui strongholds left and right for years in search of vengeance and information on delusions, and after he joined a secret intelligence organization. Despite all his efforts and connections, there's still so much information he doesn't have, meanwhile Dottore sure just implied something.

Back to the mask. It's Fatui-made, or else it wouldn't have that symbol, and thus it likely came with the delusion as a set. We also know from Crepus' words just prior to the attack that he once intended to give the delusion to Diluc as a gift. This leads to two main possibilities, and both could be true:

That theory of a mask being required to safely use a delusion is somehow true, and/or...

Along with the delusion, that mask in particular was intended specifically for Diluc, because it being an owl mask is a little too on the nose to ignore.

Now this got me thinking even further, because why would Diluc be given a custom mask when he (as far as we know) had no ties to the Fatui at that point? You could argue that since we don't know for certain how Crepus obtained the delusion in the first place, he may simply have paid for it and the mask and asked that the mask be custom-made with Diluc in mind.

But that's the boring answer, and it doesn't match up with Dottore's implications, nor does it match with Barnabas being so shocked that Diluc possessed a delusion. If the Fatui were willing to hand out delusions to just anyone in exchange for large sums of mora back then, it wouldn't be that much of a shock, right?

There's also the popular theory that Crepus was a former member of the Fatui and/or a former Harbinger, and that's how he got the delusion at some point. It's a fun theory, and it could very well be true, but I'm iffy on it tbh. Something about it just doesn't quite fit to me. (This is also mostly me trying not to just jump on the bandwagon and copy a popular headcanon, so if you like that theory, please don't let me stop you from enjoying it!)

My own thoughts ran away from me yesterday, and I decided to look into something. As someone who also writes Childe, I've looked into commedia dell'arte stuff before. Since many of the typical commedia characters reference certain animals for inspiration in some way, I decided to dig deep and see if I could find any reliable information regarding any of them referencing an owl.

Boy, when I tell you that my jaw fucking dropped. Tartaglia is often likened to an owl, and I have no idea how I didn't come across that information before now. In hindsight, it explains why in one of the pre-release betas, Childe was the one with the Noctua constellation rather than Diluc. But this along with every other breadcrumb combined thus far gave me a fun little idea.

What if Diluc was meant to take up the title of Tartaglia before Crepus' death cemented his hatred of the Fatui, and Childe took the spot instead, in part only because Diluc never did? What if Crepus made a desperate deal with the Fatui when Diluc was young, so hung up on his need to live vicariously through his son's success that he was willing to hand Diluc over to them when he came of age, lured in with the promise that Diluc would have ample power and never want for anything as a Harbinger? They even offered an experimental delusion without explaining all the risks, both as a means of dangling a proverbial carrot and creating a means for them to observe what will happen when it's inevitably used.

But then Diluc gained a vision on his own, and later soared through the ranks in the Knights of Favonius. He didn't need the Fatui to thrive and succeed, and thus Crepus ultimately backed out of the deal...and paid the price.

It always did strike me as a little odd that the attack on Crepus and Diluc felt like a hit, since it was triggered by a deliberately placed Fatui device. But if the Fatui had just received word that Crepus was backing out of a major deal that should have come to fruition on Diluc's eighteenth birthday...it makes sense.

Dottore's cryptic implications also fit this idea, because that "bright future" could mean that he's aware of the whole deal and just waiting for the day that Diluc becomes a Harbinger anyway.

#* || ooc #* || headcanon #* || diluc #this got so long and ramble-y but oh well lkfjdsa #I feel like that one meme of the guy with a board covered in red string and sticky notes #I'll probably use this idea as a springboard for Diluc's fatui verse tbh

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tmnt-obsessed-ace · 9 months

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Meant to say this yesterday, but happy 1 year anniversary to WTWC!

And also, congrats to almost finishing Arc 1 soon!!

Excited (but, also nervous, because I have a feeling, since this is the last chapter of a Arc, that things might end, pretty crazy in some form) for the last chapter of Arc 1, whenever that ends up being.

I am totally going to ask some stuff on the WTWC Ask blog u are doing for the 1 year anniversary.

I also hope u are feeling better, I know u were sick for a bit (I have also, been sick, or/& have had really bad allergies. Like, really bad coughing, sore throat, not fun. So yeah, hope u feel better (too)).

I might have mentioned this already (i.e., stuff about MM) in my last ask(s), if so, just ignore this part of this ask or something, idk. I legit can't remember if said any of this yet. I'm sorry. Anyways, really happy u enjoyed TMNT: MM, I haven't been able to see it yet (just, so much life stuff, I couldn't yet. But I really want to), but I have heard and seen good things (I have been spoiled some, but ayyyy, it happens).

And it looks a lot of the characters were done really well, like Leo (very happy my boy looks to have been done well from what I have seen and/or heard), April (I have very good things about how she is written for example), and Donnie too! As some (top) examples. But others too. And that makes me happy. Happy to "hear" that the characters were done well. Excited for more TMNT: MM stuff (and I am also excited to actually see the movie, which I am! Just life stuff is really getting me lately. But I will properly see it).

See ya once again. And I am sorry that so many of my asks and stuff are so long and/or rambling. I have a problem.

(I very much like the long rambling asks I just take a long time to answer them because I like seeing them in my inbox)

And thanks for the congratulations! Arc 2 is gonna be wild (especially because 2012 Miley is gonna get smacked with the angst hammer next hehhehehe)

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let-the-bands-take-c0ntrol · 1 year

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12 Days of Holidays: Day 10

Calum HoodXFemale Reader

Warnings: pure fluff, winter weather, teasing, playful gaslighting (not legit), pet names, mentions of a fight, mentions of food

I don't know, I honestly think Frosty the Snowman can take down the Michelin Man.

You laughed at the message Calum sent you, and shook your head in amusement.

All the Michelin Man would have to do is throw a tire at Frosty and that snowman will be down for the count.

You replied back. Your eyes briefly squeezed shut in excitement and you tossed your phone onto your bed. It was only day two of you having Calum's number and already the two of you couldn't stop talking to each other. You were constantly checking your phone for a message back and was starting to hear ghost buzzing. This was too much and you could already feel yourself catching feelings for a man that was practically a stranger.

The buzzing wasn't in your head. In fact it was a soft consistent hum and you pushed away from your desk to grab your phone. Your eyes widened in surprise to see Calum's name pop up on the Caller ID. Except he wasn't just calling, Calum wanted to FaceTime. A loud sound of horror left your lips and you scrambled for just a second, hands roaming across your body to make yourself look somewhat presentable.

"Hey, Clumsy Girl!" Calum's face popped up on the screen, a bright smile on his face when your image became clear on his end.

"Hi," you squeaked out, squirming a bit at the nickname he had given you. Your mind began to wander, head spinning as you thought about him calling you that for the rest of your life. How he'd sound when he first wakes up and says those exact words.

"You didn't answer my question," Calum said, pulling you out of your daydreams.

"Huh?" you blurted, receiving a chuckle from him. Your eyebrows furrowed and looked at your phone intently.

"I can't choose between making Cornish Hen, or. . .Tofu Turkey," Calum said, the cookbook he bought from you yesterday making its way into view.

"That depends on who you're cooking for, any vegans?" you asked, settling into your bed and pulling a pillow into your lap to cuddle. Your legs were drawn in close and your arm rested atop your knees. "Also I meant to ask, but should I bring anything?"

"No-you're a guest, don't hassle yourself with bringing something," Calum replied, flipping through the book. He mumbled something under his breath, mind racing to answer the question you had asked. "Shit, I should probably ask. . ."

"You could make both just in case," you commented, Calum's eyes lifted up to look at you, a slight grimace on his face.

"That's a lot of work," he whined, a smirk making its way onto his lips. "Unless I had some help."

"Are you asking me to come over?" you questioned in amusement, snuggling more into your other pillows.

"I migh-is that a teddy bear?" he asked, quickly changing the subject, head titling to the side with raised eyebrows. You looked over your shoulder at the teddy bear you had had since you were little.

"U-Uh-no, you're trying to change the subject," you huffed, an awkward laugh leaving your lips. You weren't opposed to Calum asking you for help with cooking, but you probably knew it'll be a bad idea to go to his home when you'd just met him two days ago. The two of you were in the talking stage. Well you weren't sure what stage you were in. Hell you didn't even know what these interactions were. Friendly in nature or was this leading to dating?

"I'm not changing the subject-you actually changed the subject, I was talking about food," Calum rambled.

You gave him a mocking face, "I'm not changing the subject-" you mimicked his voice, "You're so full of shit." Laughter erupted out the speakers of your phone and you joined in on it. Calum gave you a goofy smile. "And for your information, her name is FeeFee," you defended, pulling the bear into your arms and giving her paw a little wave at the camera.

"Shit my bad, I'm sorry for being so rude. Nice to meet you FeeFee," Calum chuckled. A comfortable silence fell over the two of you and Calum looked back at the cook book.

"Do you want me to help you cook?" you asked softly, biting down on your bottom lip. You were panicking in your head, but kept a neutral face. You wanted Calum to say it out loud, but you knew your answer was going to be 'no.' At least this time it would be. You only hoped Calum would ask again after the two of you knew each other for a while longer.

"Nah-I'll see if my sister can help," he said, making your shoulders slump in disappointment. "Besides I don't think you and a kitchen knife would be good, Clumsy Girl," the joke had you grinning at him. His eyes sparkling in amusement. You resisted the urge to comment on them.

"Alright, here's another one. . .A normal squid vs. Squidward?" you said, changing the topic. Calum perked up at your question, and soon the two of you were plunged into a deep conversation over who would win in a fight. The night ending with you falling asleep still on the FaceTime call.

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[Okay, so I'm bored at work (I still have one lizard to answer and I will absolutely do that either later or sometime this week), so I'm going to ramble about the young vs old thing with Ganondorf in OoT I mentioned yesterday.

I think it's safe maybe to say that, even though they're super ambiguous about it, I think it's hinted at that Ganondorf was involved in the Civil War (and maybe this was just the manga, but I think it's also maybe implied that he killed Link's parents??? It's been a hot minute since I played all the way through OoT and an even hotter minute since I read the manga), and therefore probably decently aged in OoT. It's also hard to say how much time has passed since the Civil War, too. But again, it's safe to say I think he's meant to be like...40s to 50s likely? Again, there isn't much to go on, but the way OoT and people describe him in game, it sounds like he's pretty well-established and older.

THAT SAID. I'm not a fan of that. Like it's fine. It doesn't hold that much bearing toward anything. But the idea of this younger king, especially from a people that they definitely view as well beneath them, coming in and just shocking everyone with his passion, ambition, and cunning just feels...right? I don't know how to describe it but I'll try to go into some detail.

So, if you've followed me for any length of time, especially before when Nabooru had her own blog, you'll know that I have her being too young to actually fight in the Civil War. She was alive and well aware of what was going on and the tolls it took on the Gerudo, though. Since I HC that Ganondorf is only a few years older than her, the same would be true for him: he wasn't old enough to participate directly but was definitely aware and it was definitely a teaching moment for the future king (at this point I HC he was kept with Twinrova at the Spirit Temple most of the time, though they of course paraded him out from time to time and to remind the Gerudo they and exist as well as to show off how great of a teacher they are). So basically he was definitely fed all the details, every command and casuality, and expected to learn from the current leaders and generals while also being urged to learn from their mistakes and formulate his own potential plans of attack, strategies, etc. Thus, he was definitely more in the know than Nabooru but the point is, both were too young to actually fight in the war but certainly felt and understood its impact on their people.

You're probably wondering why that makes them not being physically involved more interesting because involvement and seeing the horrors of battle and the war first hand would be a perfect motivator for both of them. And that's true of course. But I guess I really like the idea of them both developing their passion for the Gerudo and helping them and elevating them on their own more interesting and appealing. They saw what happened and what continued to happen after the unification (which I really think was absolutely unfair and skewed against the Gerudo; I HC it was underhanded shit put in the terms of surrender/the treaty that was basically meant to at least push the Gerudo away all because they were the last to surrender and fought the hardest to maintain their sovereignty) and that lit a fire under their asses. ESPECIALLY for Nabooru as she got older because, at first, she really just wanted to be a warrior and fight and raid to her heart's content. But the older she got, the more she learned from others and just witnessing had her wanting to join the Elite for more than just the status of it; she wanted the position to really help her people on a deeper level than just defending them from threats and being a thief. She and Ganondorf craved Gerudo sovereignty and independence but, as we see, their ideas and methods for achieving it are VERY different in the end.

Not to mention like...out with the old, in with the new feeling. The old way of life beginning just before the war and especially after would have changed drastically for the Gerudo. They were forced to resort to thieving to stay alive. They were allies with people that, to some degree, would rather just see them fade away, and learning how to tread the new lines was new for the Gerudo, especially when, until Ganondorf took the throne, the leaders sent to Hyrule were female and I highly doubt the Hylians had much respect for them (and even Ganondorf likely only got a smidgen more for having a peen). So the idea of Ganondorf and Nabooru having to come into this new situation in their late teens to early twenties is incredible to me because they definitely show they're both forces to be reckoned with and, while they play the game (Ganondorf far better than Nabooru, but she's got her own methods), they're working to show that they are indeed the fighters everyone feared both on and off the battlefield. I can't say they're fully successful considering how things end up BUT I definitely think they both had their work cut out for them and facing it head on without much experience, especially on Nabooru's part who definitely had to learn A LOT the hard way, is just MMMMMM.

Last point goes more to Ganondorf but I also like him being fairly young in OoT because that offers more room to show his growth and maturity because I do not accept the Demise curse thing. In OoT, we absolutely see a cocky and self-assured king who believes he is untouchable even BEFORE he obtains the Triforce of Power. It not only reeks of a young adult but of a young monarch whose people adore him (not to the point of worshipping him like people suggest in game BUT I do think Ganondorf was well-loved and respected as their king among the Gerudo which is another slew of HCs that I won't go into here). Even after Link defeats him the first time results in basically a temper tantrum because he was SO SURE this kid shouldn't be able to touch him. No one should be able to. Like imagine how many tried and failed throughout the seven years. So seeing him learn from experience throughout the games as well as just maturing through age and refining himslef and his strategy to what we see in WW and TP is just really neat to me and a stronger statement. By making him younger initially, we get to see him grow up in a sense. We get to really see just how much power, greed, and impossible circumstances can corrupt even those who haven't been in the game all that long. And to me that's just *chef's kiss*.]

#.:ooc:.#:: nabooru ☀️#:: headcanon ☀#going ahead and tagging it as this even tho its more gan centric rambling #but im on my loz bs again peeps so sorrryyy

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Hello you mrs. used to be sushi waitress lefty eyebag 😅

Yeah, it's been raining since yesterday and I like it because then I can just lay in bed and be comfortable. But of course I gotta work and it sucks because it's so slow and I'm starting to get a headache again.

Oh I still read it. While reading it though, it made me think of that one Netflix show, called You. Have you watched it before? It already has 3 seasons and it's coming out with a 4th one. It makes me wonder if R was raised by a crazy person to make them that way.

Of course you won't spoil it right? Hahaha

Yeah I do know how to drive.. I just need more practice though and it scares me to drive with all the crazy drivers around. Oh yah, the expedition is a big one. That's why I just like the Escape because it's compact but not too compact.

I see. Well hopefully she is okay and just busy.

I can't tell you the meal, cause then you'd know the secret to my heart! That's cheating hahaha

So you like to confront the problems head on and communicate about it? We kind of have the same answer. I would also add if they are mean to my pets, and don't appreciate them like I do, then it's off lol

Do you like PDA?

-CuriousGeorge

Hello hello darling righty eyebag!

how was ur day? hows work?

oh noooo! you got headache again? how is it now? better?

oh u read it?? yaaay! were u able to read it until the end or was it too dark for u? can u please tell me what u think about it? :D any favorite scene? or how u feel while u were reading it or after u read it.

n yes, it was inspired by that netflix series You. Gosh, i love that series so much. The plot twist in every season, it's insane! I really wish i could write stories like that. After the second season n when i saw the third season trailer, I thought how could the writer make it better than the season 2 n probably wont be as good as the previous season. Turn out, I was wrong. it's crazy good. I cant wait for season 4.

I tried to make the R in The Monsters Within like a mix of Joe, Love and Joker. lol even though i think it's not possible for someone to be like three of them in real life, i think. haha.

hahah of course i wont spoil it. Just stay tune, i will post the next on the 15th :P

ah i see. so u ride a motorcycle every where u go? or u take public transportation? yeah I agree with u on ford escape. i like bigger car when it comes to road trip or costco shopping. lol.

Well, i hope the same. I hope my crush is doing okay. I meant i totally understand, she doesnt have to talk to me all the time n i understand she is busy. She always let me know why she was gone or sometimes give me a heads up that she will need to focus on stuff so she wont be talking much. but yeah, my bad habit or trait, i sometime overthink n that's not the fun part. I just hope it wasnt because i said something wrong or i was being annoying or something. oh well, I'll just wait n hope to hear from her soon. sorry for the rambling. i actually miss her. oh well, let's move on to the next part of ur ask, shall we?

haha so it's not pasta nor pizza? is it a dessert?

yes, i prefer to talk about the problem together and solve it. I never want to go to sleep angry. That's my principal in relationship. Unless if i already express my thought on the problem n i never get any respond or being ignored multiple times, then i'm done. n when i'm done, it wont be good at all. it doesnt mean that i would go crazy or psycho, i would be quite n wont talk anymore n thats when they have to be worry. i would be numb n in a second the love n care could be gone n i wont care about that person anymore. (that's when im really hurt, disapointed n done.) :D

yeah, i will add that to mine too. if they r being mean to animals n other people n especially to their parents.

yes, i love PDA but not too much that make others want to puke though. lol. what about u?

next question?

Cheerio! (not the cereal one) lol

#chellez answers #ask answered #anon asnwered #curious george anon

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Hi dear!

If it's not taken already, could I request Fluff prompt 39:“you ramble and it’s adorable.” with Chan or Minho from Stray Kids?

(preferably with them saying the line to the Reader, I always feel really embarrassed when I realise I'm rambling)

Also, Happy Holidays! I hope they've been treating you kindly💖🙏🏼

fluff | g/n reader x minho | prompt: “you ramble, and it’s adorable.”

“- so then he comes running in, and he’s like ‘what are you two doing here?’. Then she’s all like ‘it’s not what it looks like!’, and they start screaming . . .”

Your voice trails off in Minho’s head as he sits at the dinner table with you. Your plate was still half-full because he asked you about the movie you had watched yesterday while he was at work. Your boyfriend knew how you got when you were excited to talk about something, so he watched as your eyes widened and your hands moved to express the story. There was an ongoing list of things he loved about you, and this was definitely one of them. He loved the way you babbled on about anything and everything that you were interested in. In fact, he could listen to you forever if it meant having you by his side.

“Min?”

“Mm? Sorry, I zoned out,” he sincerely apologized, sitting up and looking at you with regretful eyes, “I was listening, I promise.”

You half-smiled, not entirely sure if he was. A bit of doubt crept in, as well as the feeling that you were being a burden. You tended to chatter on and on until something stopped you, and this was one of those times. The thing that stopped you was the way Minho was staring off into space as if he was thinking about everything but what you were saying.

“No, I’m sorry. I got a little too excited,” you said, picking up your fork to eat again.

Minho’s heart dropped, “Don’t apologize. Everyone gets excited about stuff. Jisung yells, and you ramble. And it’s adorable.”

You didn’t seem convinced, so he tried again.

“I really was listening, _______. I just got side tracked thinking about how much I love when you get excited. You’re like a kid in a candy store. It’s cute.”

You looked up at him as you ate some vegetables, waiting until after you chewed to answer, “You think my rambling is cute?”

“Very,” he smiled, “So what happened after the love interest found out she wasn’t cheating on him? I didn’t hear that part.”

You sighed, but got excited all over again, “Okay, so he storms out, right? Then he . . .”

a/n: i decided on minho bc i don’t think i’ve written anything for him before 🙈 i hope i did your request justice! and thank you, i hope your holidays are going well 💓✨ have a happy new year 🎆

#stray kids #lee know #stray kids minho #minho fluff #lee know fluff #stray kids fluff #lee minho scenarios #lee know scenarios #lee know imagines #lee know x reader #minho x reader #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids x reader #stray kids fanfic #lee know fanfic #stray kids drabble

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Hear me out... Scarlet Lady AU, but it’s Lukanette

(takes place after “Captain Hardrock”)

Luka hunched over his guitar, only for another sting of pain to hit his back. He groaned, straightening up instead, but that somehow made the soreness even worse. Juleka chuckled at him from her place on her bed, having long since given up on moving her muscles at all and preferring to laze around.

He shot her a glare, but didn't comment so as to not encourage her. As he'd predicted, they were indeed sore from trying to stop the Liberty yesterday, his arms wordlessly complaining whenever he tried to do anything with them. He didn't regret it, but it'd also made making new songs a hassle, worsened by the fact that he'd very much gotten inspiration courtesy of Marinette.

After trying to ignore the soreness for around ten minutes, he heard a set of footsteps from above deck, from someone who was clearly heading down below. He knew they couldn't have been his mother - the signature "clack" of her boots sounded much different - but it also seemed somewhat familiar.

He realized it a bit too late, just in time for Marinette to get downstairs and pop her head into the room. "Hi!"

He sucked in a breath as subtly as possible, maintaining his poker face as he replied, "Hey."

"Hey," Juleka greeted, rotating her arm just enough to wave and clearly not wanting to put in more effort than that. She didn't even turn her head.

Luka chuckled. "Jule's busy today if you needed her for something."

"Shut up," she hissed. "It was your idea."

"Huh?" Marinette asked, looking back and forth between the two. "Oh! No, I was here to see Luka, actually—not that I'm not happy to see you too, Juleka! Just..." She grinned sheepishly and rubbed the back of her head.

Marinette was there... to see him? Not his sister?

Luka glanced down, confirming that he was still wearing pants and therefore this wasn't a dream about to go horribly wrong.

Juleka's eyes flicked over to the two of them, her head having to actually move to do so. She squinted, like she was analyzing something, then groaned and slammed her hands down on the bed. She pushed herself up, clearly ignoring the way her body protested, then began her walk across the room.

Just before she reached the doorway, she leaned back to make eye contact with Marinette, warning her, "Careful with him. He's creaking like the floorboards."

Luka shot Juleka a glare, but she'd already zipped out of the room before he could blindly grab his pillow to throw at her.

For being so sore, you sure got away quickly, he thought, very much aware that she left because him being mushy with Marinette (also known as "normal and understandable because look at her") was "gross."

Marinette's eyes followed Juleka until the retreating footsteps could be heard moving up deck, then turned back to Luka. "Creaking?"

"Ah—" Well, there went any hope of avoiding that topic. "We used Chat's baton yesterday to stall the ship, but it was hard even with all seven of us. We're all still a little sore from it."

She furrowed a brow, like something had confused her, but then shook her head and replied, "Oh, that really does sound tough! I'm sorry I couldn't be there!"

"It's okay." He smiled reassuringly, remembering what he'd been told before. "You were the one who got Marigold there. She saved us."

Her cheeks turned pink and he vaguely wondered if it was obvious how cute he thought - knew - she was. She ducked her head, then did a small wiggle of her hips before abruptly looking back up at him. "Um—! That's actually what I came to talk you about? I mean—not Marigold—or her saving you—or me and Marigold—but—"

Luka snorted, lightly patting the spot on his bed next to him instead of replying. The familiar gesture caught her attention, her voice trailing off as she slowly made her way over to sit next to him. She toyed with her fringe, seeming to get her words in order, then turned to look at him.

"I never got to thank you," she said. When he tilted his head in confusion, she clarified, "I wouldn't have been able to call Marigold if you hadn't saved me."

He smiled warmly at her. "It was nothing, Marinette."

"No, really, you thought so quick!" she insisted, leaning towards him with her hands flat on the mattress to support herself. "And you stayed behind too to make sure Captain Hardrock was fooled! That was brave of you."

He leaned away, face flushing red as he tried to control the stupid grin on his face. "Thanks. You were really brave too, finding a way out to get Marigold's attention."

He didn't tell her that he purposefully didn't hide with her because the sound of his heartbeat would've given their hiding spot away.

Marinette beamed at him, but seemed to realize how close she'd been leaning and pulled back with a sheepish grin. Luka returned to his original position too, but flinched when his spine rejected the movement with a spike of pain. He let out a mix of a groan and a sigh, Marinette's brows raising in concern.

"I could give you a massage...?"

The headstock of Luka's guitar hit the bed as he jerked his head up, the instrument in his lap forgotten as he stared ahead at Marinette, eyes wide. She was looking back at him with a blank expression, like she hadn't fully realized what she'd said.

Then, it hit her, and he swore he saw her pigtails bounce up in shock as her face shifted to realization.

"I-I just—I mean—!" She flailed her arms at him. "See, my papa always does it for my maman and—when you groaned like that it reminded me of it—so—"

The fact that she'd compared his bones to those of an aging adult went ignored in favor of noticing that she hadn't even tried to take the offer back. His heart pounded like the inside of his body was a brand new drumset, and he could only utter a weak, "Okay," in reply.

She'd still been rambling at the time, but somehow his voice managed to break through. She paused mid-sentence, her mouth still open as she processed his answer. "...Really?"

He merely nodded, not trusting his voice to avoid cracking if he tried to respond.

"Oh. Um, alright, oh..." she mumbled to herself, clearly having not expected to get this far.

Luka felt the bed shift underneath him as Marinette maneuvered herself behind him, at which point it really hit him that she was seriously about to massage him. He leaned forward, mentally preparing himself, though was quickly reminded of the guitar still resting in his lap. He pulled it off and set it where Marinette had originally been sitting, resting his hands in front of himself afterward.

The silence dragged for a moment, and he could sense Marinette's eyes on him, as if she were debating with herself on how to go about massaging him. He opened his mouth to give her an out, but all manner of coherent speech left him as her hands pressed into his back, thin fingers sliding along his shoulders and squeezing. He sucked in a breath, oxygen having a hard time getting into a body already stuffed full of feelings.

It was heaven, and added several sheets worth of music that he desperately needed to write.

"I-is this alright?" she asked. "Am I doing well?"

He tried to reply, but all that left his mouth was a sound that was both inhuman and embarrassing. Pressing one hand into the mattress, he covered his mouth with the other, his face turning red as he briefly debated on living in the drawer underneath his bed in lieu of having a hole to crawl into.

He changed his mind. It was hell. She was doing amazing but that was the problem and it was hell.

Marinette giggled, the sound he made apparently being answer enough for her as she continued massaging him. Her embarrassment had left by that point and he couldn't help being jealous of it, as his own had doubled.

After a few seconds had passed, Marinette spoke up again, "So, ah..."

He wasn't sure if she genuinely had a question or was trying to spare him, but he'd take it either way. "Mm?"

"I was wondering. Since Jagged's your favorite singer, what do you think of XY?"

He let out another sound, less involuntary than the last at least, though it was still too high-pitched to make anyone believe that he wasn't affected by Marinette's motions. He cleared his throat, making sure he sounded as normal as possible before answering, "The flaws in his music stick out like his hair."

The hands on his back froze, Marinette snickering and then full-on laughing. "Oh, you think so too?"

He grinned like the fool he was, tempted to look back at her but feeling like it'd be rude. "Yeah. I can't stand his music."

"Me neither. It's so... bland and uninspired."

The mental image of them drop-kicking XY into the Seine together entered his mind, a blissful sigh escaping him just in time for Marinette to restart her massage.

"You're really passionate about music," she observed, almost sounding as if she'd been talking to herself. "It almost makes me wish I played an instrument."

"I can give you lessons," he blurted out, then immediately backpedaled with an, "if you want, anyway."

Her tone lightened. "Thanks. I might have to take you up on that. Just... not when I'm so busy."

He shrugged his shoulders, both of which already felt infinitely better under her touch. He could tell she wasn't lying, so he wasn't offended by the hesitance.

As her hands trailed down his back and he tried not to look as if every touch was sending his heart on tour, she hummed thoughtfully, like her body was there but her mind was elsewhere.

"...Hey," she called. He waited, knowing that there was something else, and she continued, "Have you ever... been stuck between songs?"

"Stuck between songs?" he echoed, trying to piece together what she meant.

"Yeah, like—" She made an unsure sound - unfortunately not an embarrassing one like his when she pressed into his lower back - then clarified, "—maybe there are a few songs you like, and it's hard picking your favorite? Or you have some songs you want to write, but don't know which one to go with?"

He got the distinct feeling that she wasn't talking about music, but it was adorable how she worded it in a way relating to his specialty so he could help her. He mulled over the question seriously, the most difficult task just being drawing enough focus away from her movements so he could answer her.

"A few times," he replied. "It all comes down to feeling then. My favorite song or the one I want to write could just be which one I'm curious about."

"What do you mean?"

"Well—" He blushed faintly, completely unaware that his metaphors were syncing with hers. "—a song that I want to know more about; to listen to over and over until I know it intro to outro. A song that makes me want to keep writing." He glanced over his shoulder at her, hoping the eye contact might help carry the meaning along. "I think those are the best kinds."

Her brows were furrowed in thought, as if he'd given her a hard equation that she was struggling to solve. He faced forward again to hide his smile when he noticed the spark of recognition in her eyes, like the metaphor had stuck and he'd actually helped her.

"I think I get it," she confirmed, the massage briefly stopping as she made idle circles on his back; still equally as distracting if he were honest. Even though he couldn't see her face, he could hear the smile in her voice as she said, "I like this one."

"What one?" he asked obliviously, though she didn't answer the question and pressed into his back again, making him squeak and forget his curiosity altogether.

The conversation ended there, lulling into something peaceful and comfortable. Luka actually found himself relaxing without much embarrassment, though there was still some pink to his face from his newfound crush giving him a massage. He just hoped he could make it through the rest of their time together without her realizing what a mess he was.

Then, as if something had occurred to her, Marinette noted casually, "Oh, I should do your arms next."

Luka's face burned. This girl was going to kill him.

#type: story #story: oneshot #Flower Arrangement Shipping #Pro LukaMari #Lukanette #((Zoe: *welcomes Lukanette AUs of her AU*))#((me: Say no more.))

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wishful-soda · 3 years

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Speak of the Devil: Chapter Two

Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 3,249

Speak of the Devil - Playlist

A/N: This is more backstory in 2016. 2018 will be when the story takes place. Consider this another prequel ;) Also, please enjoy my goofy chapter title because it took me a while to decide how to spell how it sounds to say that.

Taglist: @its-astrotea-love @thatchickwiththecamera @stelena-klayley @fkrause @bekindbecoolbeyou

Chapter Two : Tomayto, Tomahto

2016 Spanish Grand Prix

May 15th 2016

Daniel was definitely used to being interviewed and asked questions he didn’t want to answer. From questions that were extremely too personal to ones that were completely absurd, he had perfected the ability to laugh it off and change the subject or to answer with a joke. This morning, however, was different because he started the day on edge.

If he was being honest with himself, he’d been feeling on edge since 2 weeks ago. When he unceremoniously found out that not only were they moving Max Verstappen to his team, but they also clearly did not care what he thought or even think he was important enough to know it was happening before everyone else. He considered it a talent of his to always remain positive, but today, it was hard. He had been asked how he felt about Max joining the team at least 20 times already and he’d given the same answer every time, but these journalists were professionals. They knew they needed a headline and they weren’t going to stop asking until they got one or at least a quote they could print out of context.

Daniel knew all of this and yet, the short and pushy male that was shoving his phone into his face, undoubtedly recording, got the better of him. He was frustrated.

“I don’t have a comment on Max’s deal. And if you’d please move, I have much more important things to be doing right now.” Daniel snapped, not even sure what exactly the question was, but just hearing the words ‘Max’ and ‘eclipsing’, yet again.

On top of the questions and probing and digging, there was the fact that Max had out done him in qualifying yesterday. Yes, it was only by one spot, but it was quite the statement for his first race with the team. Max knew that, Daniel knew that, hell, his grandmother probably even knew that.

As Daniel huffed into the driver’s room, his eyes were immediately drawn to you. You were standing in the back of the room, discussing something with Max, gesturing with your hands as you spoke. Thankfully your back was to him and he actually felt himself let out a breath of relief at the fact that he didn’t have to face that challenging look in your eyes.

He leaned against the wall and watched you for a moment, briefly noticing that Max was listening intently, nodding and added thoughts here and there. He looked like he really took you seriously and the comment he had made when the two of you first met popped into his head. As his gaze traveled back to the backside of you, he thought about apologizing for the way he’d acted the first time you met. He hadn’t meant to act like a complete dick, he was caught off guard by you being there, being so stunning, and somehow immune to his charm that worked on so many others. Add to that the fact that you told him Max was in a meeting with his team principal, and saying he was shaken would be an understatement.

He watched you for a moment longer, thinking about what he could say to you, rehearsing an apology in his head. If only Max would finish whatever the hell he was rambling on about and leave you alone for a second. No way he was going to say anything like that in front of Max, no fucking way. He needed Max to think that the only thing running through his mind was beating him. And that’s what should have been the only thing running through his mind. And yet, there you stood, keeping him from getting focused and in the zone for the upcoming race.

Daniel finally sighed and pushed off of the wall he was leaning against, giving up on waiting. It was probably for the best, he told himself. It was better for his racing career if he didn’t get close to his rival or anyone at his rival’s right hand side. He made his way over to his race engineers, a smile plastered on his face, a hope deep in his gut that no one could tell how fake it was to overcompensate for how completely shit things had been lately. Especially you.

“Hey boys, how we going?” He chuckled. He didn’t even notice your head turning to look in his direction as his voice echoed off the walls and filled the space. Well...he almost didn’t notice.

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No matter how hard you tried, words would always fail to describe the level of celebration that occurred after Max won the 2016 Spanish Grand Prix. Not only was he now the youngest driver to win a Formula Grand Prix, but he was also the first Dutchman to win. Throw in the fact that it was also his first race with Red Bull and it was the perfect recipe for everyone, including a lot of the other drivers, to go wild. It seemed like everyone was stoked for Max and the level of euphoria you were feeling was unlike anything else.

You’d been relieved to finally shed the team polo and shorts you’d worn at the track and change into something that made you look as good as you were feeling. No, you weren’t the one behind the wheel or even part of the design and work on the car. Hell, you didn’t even play a part in the strategy or anything like that, but what you did do, was just as important. You made sure Max was in the right physical and mental shape in order to execute and goddamnit, you were going to be proud of yourself too.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t feel like you were absolutely glowing as you leaned over the hotel bar and flashed the bartender a grin, practically singing your order to him. You’d chosen a dress that you threw into your suitcase at the last minute in case you needing something for a fancy dinner and as you sat and waited for Max to come down so the two of you could take a towncar to whatever club it was you were celebrating at, you were quite pleased with yourself for choosing the perfect combo of comfortable and stunning in one.

When Max finally made his way through the hotel lobby and over to the bar you were seated at, you’d already had two drinks.

“What took you so long?” You questioned, standing to walk with him out of the hotel, the perfectly warm evening making the night even sweeter.

“I think every single person staying in this hotel must of stopped me to congratulate me” Max laughed, a mixture of disbelief and happiness in his voice. “I didn’t want to be impolite so I was stuck shaking hands. Where were you? Your job is to distract and deter.” You laughed the second the words left his mouth.

“Oh okay so now we’re adding security to my job description? I hope that comes with a pay raise.” You quipped back. Max barked a laugh in response as he opened the car door for you, letting you slide in.

Once the two of you were in the car, Max left out a breath of air, as if he could finally let go and then glanced over at you, actually looking at you for the first time that evening and his eyebrows raised.

“What.” You said flatly, not even wanting to hear what ever sarcastic comment he had lined up.

“Nothing, it’s just always surprising when you look like a girl.” He shrugged. “I didn’t even know you owned a dress like that.”

“Says the guy who dresses like a dad. You can talk about what I wear when you wear more than khakis and a button up.” You said shortly.

“I don’t care what you wear, just stand behind me or off to the side so the chicks don’t think we’re together.” He tried to sound confident and ending up laughing at himself and how absurd the statement sounding coming out of his mouth.

“If you don’t do well with “the chicks -” You put air quotes in and mocked his voice. “ - it most definitely won’t be because of me.”

The two of you continued to chat excitedly until you finally arrived at the club. You weren’t sure how it was decided that everyone would come here or if was an event or what exactly the festivities after an F1 entailed, but you were thrilled regardless. You let Max walk several steps ahead of you on purpose, while he was joking in the car, he was also absolutely right. You knew that because you were female and you were close to Max, everyone was looking for any hint that the two of you were together.

When you were rushed past the line and past some VIP ropes, you caught up to Max.

“So what exactly-” Your words were cut off by cheering, hooping and hollering and overall excitement because Max had entered the room. The two of you were immediately swept away by someone who looked important, drinks planted into your hands.

Well. Everyone looked important. You were thankful that most people had already started drinking, you didn’t have to worry as much about the impression you were making. You smiled at no one in particular. Tonight was going to be really great night.

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After hours of drinking and dancing, you were absolutely buzzing. The mixture of alcohol, the loud music, the excitement of the night, it all had you feeling like you were on cloud nine. Maybe that’s why you didn’t notice that when you plopped yourself onto a lounge at one of the tables in the back of the room to give your feet a break, that you sat down right next to Daniel and several people that were with him.

When Daniel shouted your name over the music, still booming, but a bit quieter where you were in the back, you turned your head quickly, suddenly sitting up straight.

“Oh, hi. Sorry, I didn’t even notice you guys, I didn’t mean to crash your party” You grabbed your bag and drink from the table, already going to stand up, but Daniel’s hand was on top of yours in seconds.

“Nah, you don’t have to go!” He laughed, nodding towards your seat. “Sit back down, we’ll have a chat.” He winked. You quickly surveyed him, the girl next to him, and the dark haired man across from him at the table. You were fairly certain his name was Michael, but you hadn’t been formally introduced. He must of seen you assessing the situation and overthinking because he laughed loudly.

“C’mon, just sit down! You look like you’re expecting me to jump up and murder you or something.” The girl ogling him giggled too loudly at his ‘joke’ and you already wanted out of this. “You can stay, I mean, this is your party anyway isn’t it?’ he insisted and you finally plopped back down, hoping it would just make him shut up.

“It’s not my party.” You replied, taking another drink and trying to survey just how much he’d already had to drink himself.

“Ah tomayto, tomahto!” He grinned at you, holding his drink out in an offering to cheers. A peace offering maybe? “You won too today”

You couldn’t help the way your cheeks flushed and a smile creeped onto your face when he grinned like that at you. You gave in and clinked your glass against his and then took a swig.

“Atta girl!” Daniel whooped, fist pumping the air dramatically. You silently hoped to yourself that no one could tell your heart was pounding.

You finally tore your eyes away from him and turned to look at the man across the table, realizing you were being totally rude. You held your hand out and introduced yourself formally to the friendly face you’d seen around Daniel often.

“Michael” He said, shaking your hand and offering you a kind smile. “I’m Daniel’s -”

“He’s my YOU!” Daniel interrupted loudly, leaning in over your left shoulder to insert himself into the conversation. He smelled amazing, which had you wondering how someone could drink and sweat in a club for 3 hours and still smell that good. Someone sat down to your right, so you instinctively leaned away from the stranger, you breath hitching a bit when you realized you had leaned closer to him.

“I’m sorry, what?” You laughed, scrunching your face up in confusion.

“Michael and I grew up together. He’s my trainer, best mate, assistant, personal chef, y’know anything I need all rolled into one.” Michael rolled his eyes and shot Daniel a look over the top of his glass as he took another drink.

“Oh right, okay.” You turned to look at Michael again, forcing yourself to tear your eyes from Daniel’s face again. “So I’ll come find you to complain about driver’s and their moods.” You smirked. Daniel gasped and clutched his chest as if you’d just sworn in church.

“Drivers do not have moods miss”

Michael eyes had that flicker of comradery that you only get when you realize someone can commemorate and sympathize. He smiled widely in response and nodded, discreetly flicking his eyes towards Daniel and back at you “This one definitely has moods…”

You couldn’t help but laugh loudly at that because you were pretty sure you’d already seen one of those aforementioned “moods”.

“C’mon that’s not fair!” Daniel butt in again.

When you moved your gaze from Michael to him, he looked like he was waiting for you to look him, a look that almost said "Hello?" on his face. You noticed his eyes clocking the two of you, fluttering from you to Michael and back again. He paused so quickly you might of missed it and you could have sworn you saw his brain change trajectory.

Daniel leaned back against the booth-like suede couch behind him.

“You can’t compare work perks and cons, it’s entirely different.” Suddenly his winning smile you were just admiring, began to look like a smirk.

“How so?” You scoffed. “You two are best friends, just like Max and I. Seems pretty similar to me.”

Daniel nodded emphatically, his eyes darting upwards at nothing as if he was really taking in and considering your points and mulling them over in his head. When his eyes lowered again and locked onto yours, they looked narrow and hard.

“I guess you’re right, it’s pretty similar. The only difference is Michael and I don’t fuck.” He said coolly.

Your stomach dropped, face going cold. Michael looked uncomfortable and coughed. Daniel smiled like he was entirely thrilled with himself.

Bastard. Insufferable, intolerable bastard.

What were you even supposed to say to that? You had told him it wasn’t true. He asked you point blank and you told him no.

“You know that’s not true.” You said shortly, clenching your jaw tightly. “That’s not Max and I’s relationship.”

“I don’t know why you act like it’s such a bad thing to admit.”

“Because it’s. Not. True.” You hissed through gritted teeth. “Why are you so insistent that it is?”

“Just seems like it makes more sense that way”

“It makes more sense what way?” you demanded, quickly losing patience for this conversation.

“It makes more sense that a hot young babe such as yourself” He grinned again. “Would be dating Max instead of being physio or physical trainer or whatever. Hey, that's a complement! Don’t twist up your face like that.”

What a misogynistic piece of….

You stood quickly, grabbing your bag hastily, accidentally knocking over an empty drink with just ice. You glared down at him once more.

“You’ve really got the asshole playboy role down don’t you?” You shot, before turning to Michael. “It was nice to meet you, I’ll see you around the paddock.” You said before turning to walk off. You meant it, Michael was perfectly nice. How was he best friends with someone like Daniel?

“Hey, you don’t have to be embarrassed! It sounds like a sweet setup if you ask me!” He called after you, laughing. “They say it’s not what you know, it’s who you know in this biz, am I right?”

You thought you heard Michael telling him to shut up, but once you were a few steps away from the table, their voices were drowned out by the music pretty quickly. You scanned the room, trying to find Max to let him know you were heading back to the hotel. Once you found him, you made a beeline, pushing your way through people.

“MAX” You yelled and he spun around immediately, the same grin he’d worn all night still plastered on his face.

“I’m going back, can you make it back okay with these guys?” You nodded towards some other people on the Red Bull team and what looked to be a very drunk Carlos Sainz. He must of overheard because he sloppily threw an arm over Max’s shoulder.

“We got him!” He slurred. You paused for a moment, wondering if these boys could really be responsible on their own, but it wasn't your job to babysit.

“Okay, see you all later. Have fun!” You gave Max the best smile you could fake so you didn’t ruin his night or cause any worry and quickly exited the club.

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You woke the next morning to your phone buzzing over and over on the side table next to you. You smacked the table blindly, trying to connect with it and get it to stop at any cost. It was too early, you were too exhausted. When it stopped you sighed in relief and pulled the covers up around yourself again.

Two seconds later it started buzzing again and you groaned in annoyance.

“Who the hell…” You grumbled, finally grabbing your phone and turning on the screen, flinching at the brightness.

You had thousands of notifications. Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, they all filled your screen. Not to mention texts from your mom and several of your friends.

What the fuck?

You frowned in confusion as you started to scroll through the tweets you were mentioned in.

“I can’t believe this, Max’s first win and this is how you act? The boy deserves better!”

“Too bad she had to bring Daniel in on her shadiness. I wonder if he even knew they were dating?”

Then one @ you and Max; “DUMP HER MAN!”

When you finally found the link they were all replying to and clicked it.

There you were, in the few seconds you were sitting next to Daniel and smiling. The picture looked like you were leaning into him and you realized the man who had sat down next to you last night must of been the one to take it. Your blood iced over when you read the headline, you weren’t sure if you should scream or cry.

MAX VERSTAPPEN’S GIRLFRIEND GETS COZY WITH TEAMMATE DANIEL RICCIARDO

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Siren Song (Song Mingi)

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A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MINGI!!!!! I hope he has an amazing day

I wrote this being incredibly inspired and I quite like how it turned out so please let me know what you think

Tags: Pirate au! Mingi x Fem siren! Reader, death, nudity, alcohol

Smut tags: Quite soft, explorative, Mingi is curious, oral (reader receiving), passionate sex, body worship, a lot of kissing, cumming inside

Word count: 6177

Sirens, they were a beautiful myth. A story that sailors told to convince themselves they weren’t going mad at sea. A legend... if that’s what you believed in.

But they weren’t a legend, they were very real. Some pirates and sailors would tell you that, tell you their stories. That they had heard their beautiful songs at sea and were almost lured in. Although not many, if any believed them. Being a pirate or at sea for a long period of time makes a man lose his credibility. However sirens, were very very real.

Mingi was new to the boat, a fresh faced, wide eyed, young man who was ready to see the world. Becoming a pirate wasn’t something he had planned, it’s not something anyone truly plans. But society had failed him, because of his status. Being accused of something he didn’t do and found guilty, he didn’t have a choice but to run. Mingi feared nothing more than death, if he was caught he’d surely be hanged.

No, becoming a pirate was never what he had planned. After running, he stowed away on a goods ship and somehow found himself in a pirate hotspot. Surrounded by pillagers, murderers and some things even possibly worse, he was terrified. Until a cheery man approached him named Kim Hongjoong, had a proposition for him, an offer to get Mingi out of there and give him a family. A man in his position could hardly say no.

Now he was here, staring over the rails of the ship as they sailed slowly over misty water. He hadn’t been on waters like this in his entire life. They were filled with mystery, so much so it gave Mingi the feeling of fear in the pit of his stomach.

“Carefull, lean over too far and you might fall in.” Yunho joked as he placed some crates on the deck. “I could’ve sworn I saw-” “You saw something in the water? Not uncommon in these parts.” Yunho told the younger, watching his expression shift. Mingi was a bit paranoid, you had to be when you’re life took a turn the way his did.

“It’s common here?” Mingi asked, feeling a wave of security flow over him. He was just relieved to know he wasn’t the only one seeing things. “Very common. Don’t scare him Yunho, you were just as scared as him the first time you came here.” Captain Hongjoong’s voice startled the both of them, making them whip their heads around. “Sorry captain, I couldn’t help myself.” Yunho apologized and the captain shook his head with a smile. “Go bring those crates down to storage, Yeosang is waiting on them.” Yunho wasn’t one to disobey orders, so he grabbed them and left.

“Don’t let them make you crazy. Or this part of the sea. I’ve known plenty of men who’ve gone crazy in these parts. I like you Mingi, don’t let yourself become one of them.” Hongjoong placed his hand on the younger’s back and watched as he smiled at him. “I won’t, Captain.” Mingi laughed slightly, feeling more at ease by the second. Hongjoong smiled at him in return before going to walk away, only to turn back at the last moment. “If you hear the sweet song of a woman, ignore it.”

All that ease Mingi felt suddenly disappeared at those words, because well he didn’t quite understand what he meant. Siren’s weren’t common knowledge or a local myth in the town he grew up in.

Scared, the man backed away from the railing and carried on with his tasks. Ignoring any sound that came from anywhere other than the ship. He was so immensly paranoid now , but there was also something in the back of his mind that his crew mates were just messing with him.

That evening, he found himself drinking with Wooyoung and San, admittedly his first mistake. He didn’t know how it was possible but with those two, he found himself drinking way more than he normally would. At least he was a happy drunk, cheery as ever this way and almost forgetting the reason he was there in the first place. The crew felt like real friends however, similar to one’s he had before running away so he didn’t quite have the right to complain.

Mingi placed his bottle down on the deck and swayed over to the side of the boat. He felt like he was going to be sick, not that Wooyoung and San would’ve noticed. No they had long fallen asleep like the rest of the crew

Leaning over the deck, he looked at the black water. It was terrifying to him because of how deep it was. He couldn’t see anything, just a sea of black surrounding him. If he wasn’t nauseous before, he most definitely was now.

When he looked back at the water, he wasn’t expecting to see eyes looking back at him. Let alone warm eyes, full of life, blinking at him from the water. It was a woman seemingly bobbing along and just watching him. He could only see her face and he wasn’t even sure he was actually seeing it.

“It’s the alcohol.” He mumbled to himself, blinking and rubbing his eyes. But she didn’t disappear from sight. As a matter of fact, it seemed like she had swam closer. “Are you a pirate?” Her voice was smooth, warm in contrast to the brisk air and it made her all the more real. Mingi was frozen, just staring back at her with wide eyes and taking in the details.

It seemed like she was surrounded by light, it reflected off of her damp skin as she raised her head and body more. Now exposing her bare shoulders, he realised she wasn’t wearing any clothing and averted his eyes, but only for a moment. He had caught something out of the corner of his eye, something silver that reflected the moon light.

It was a shiny, silver tail that practically glowed. The closer he looked, the more he noticed that it was attached to her and well the more his fear rose. Though he wasn’t sure what the fear stemmed from, if it was not knowing what this creature was, or that he thought it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

“What are you?” He asked, staring at her with an intrigued expression. Mingi couldn’t help but get goosebumps as she laughed, throwing her head back and expelling the most beautiful sound he had ever heard. “That’s not a very kind question... though in hind sight I asked you the same thing.” She said, lifting her hands to move her long wet hair from her face. This left her body even more exposed to him, as she bobbed along the water. Though she didn’t seem fazed by it one bit.

“How about this, you answer my question and I’ll answer yours?” She rebutted and Mingi stood with his mouth agape. “Alright.” He barely choked out and watched as she disappeared under the water, only to appear closer to the ship again. Now that she was closer, he could see her face better and he felt himself get nervous. She was beautiful, an ethereal being.

“Are you a pirate?” She asked again, a curious smile on her face as she looked up at him. “I am.” Mingi responded, watching as she clapped her hands in joy. “Oh I do so much like pirates. So much more interesting than fishermen.” Her eyes sparkled as she spoke and Mingi was lost, as if she had cast spell. “Their stories are so much more interesting.” She added on before locking eyes with him once more.

“Your turn.” She smiled at him and Mingi dried his hands on his pants, the situation had caused a cold sweat to form. “What are you?” His question was simple, yet still made the woman laugh again. “Surely a pirate knows a siren when he sees one, though if that was the case you probably would’ve tried to kill me.” She rambled as her tail splashed the dark water lightly. “A siren?” Mingi asked, not quite having heard the word before. “A siren... surely you’ve heard of them. You must be quite new to sea.” She said softly, the young pirate intrigued her.

“Tell me your name, handsome pirate.” She asked softly and Mingi felt himself doubt whether he should tell her. She somehow managed to see right through him, however she called him handsome and that made a feeling bubble in the pit of his stomach. “Mingi.” He said it softly, merely a whisper, one he didn’t think she could hear. “Mingi.” She repeated much to his surprise. “Mingi... I like the way that feels to say.” She added on and he leaned down a bit more, trying to get closer to her.

“Mingi, make sure to ask your crew about sirens.” She giggled before disappearing underwater, only to appear further away. Mingi’s heart sank, not wanting her to go, not yet. “Wait! Wait! At least tell me your name!” He called out to her, watching as she halted once more. She turned to look at him and with small laugh, she told him. “Y/N, my name is Y/N.”

Mingi couldn’t find sleep, not at all after that. There was question in his mind whether all that he saw that night really happened. He had drank a lot and he had been at sea longer than ever before. It must’ve been a dream, a vision even. You were a dream, a vision.

“Did you drink that much last night?” Captain Hongjoong asked, staring at his younger crew mate. He was gazing off into the distance, eyes small due to lack of sleep and hands restless. “No, I just couldn’t sleep.” Mingi admitted, not quite wanting to ask anyone about what he had seen. But if anyone would tell him seriously, it would be the captain.

“What’s bothering you?” The man could tell when something was bothering his crew and it was incredibly obvious that something was bothering him. “It’s just something San and Wooyoung said yesterday...” “I told you not to listen to their stories.” The captain laughed and Mingi shook his head. “No, I just- what are sirens?” Mingi choked out the question, the thing that had been on his mind all night. Hongjoong wasn’t expecting the question to lead here, he thought the man knew.

“You don’t know? I thought you did when I made my comments yesterday.” He watched as the younger shook his head. “Well, many think they’re legend. I suppose I understand why, the brain refuses to believe what it can’t see. But they are very much real.” He paused and Mingi was starting to become scared. Maybe it was his captain’s tone of voice, or maybe it was the validation that you weren’t a figment of his imagination.

“They’re beautiful beings, more beautiful than any of the other evil things put on this earth. Top half of a beautiful woman and the bottom half a tail. Not to mention their voices, they lure sailor men in with their song and beauty. Only to drag them to bottom of the ocean and drown them. Most sailors fall for it, they just want a kiss from the beautiful thing so that when they go back home they have a story to tell. Fools, can’t blame the creatures for doing it.” Mingi was mortified at his captain’s words. To think he found you to be the most beautiful thing in the world. The prettiest things were the deadliest, that was what Mingi was starting to learn.

Mingi took the words as warning, if you appeared again he wasn’t going to give you the time of day. At least that’s what he told himself. Despite the tale, he wanted to see you again. So badly, he found himself dreaming about you. His eyes deceived him as stared out at the sea, he could have sworn he saw the sunlight reflect off of your silver tail.

But he had to push the to the side, there was an island incomming. It was nothing more than a small island, no living thing in sight. Nothing but beaches and trees, good enough to hunt and good enough to make sure the men didn’t go crazy on board. Which meant everyone around was scrambling around and preparing to drop the anchor.

His eyes were glued on the water as they rowed to shore. Mingi was entirely sure he would never see you again, they had travelled quite far in the last 2 days and well it’s not like you had a reason to stick around. He was sure of it, but he didn’t want to be right.

The plan was to stay on the island over night, sleep in the tree line and then go back in the morning once they had gathered enough and hunted enough. Simple enough.

Well, night rolled around quickly and the crew was sound asleep. Everyone except Mingi, no he had hardly slept a wink since you visited him. He simply laid in his hammock and counted the stars through the tree tops. That was until he heard a song. An absolutely heavenly voice coming from the shore.

Mingi knew he shouldn’t have gotten up, he knew it. But there was a chance that it was you and he just couldn’t help himself. He wanted to see you again, despite what his captain had told him.

The sand crunched beneath his boots as he slowly walked over to the shore line, scanning the beach and looking for the source of the voice. Looking over, he could see a group of rocks and on top of the largest one, he spotted it. That familiar glow of your tail in the moonlight and the way you looked up at the sky and sang.

Waling slowly, he listened to your song and your beautiful voice as you stared at the night sky. The closer he got, the more he found his chest aching. He couldn’t tell if it was with fear or desire and that line got more blurred the closer he got.

“Mingi!” Your voice was cheery when you noticed him approaching you and it was accompanied with an enthousiastic wave. “Surely Y/N isn’t as malicious as Hongjoong told me.” He thought to himself as he stood in front of the rock. You were as beautiful as ever, sitting in front of him.

“I was hoping you’d be the one to come and find me.” She teased, a soft smirk on her lips as Mingi tried not to gawk at you. “You’re even more handsome up close.” She added on and he felt himself get nervous. “You told me to ask my crew what a siren was. I did.” Mingi told you, playing with his hands so he had something else to look at. “Hmm and what did they tell you?” You were staring at him, truly wanting him to look at you again.

When Mingi finally brought his eyes back to you, he noticed that your tale was gone, now showing a pair of legs and a very, very bare body. “How?-” He stuttered and you laughed, loving the surprise on his face. “They apparently didn’t tell you everything. if we’re dry and on land, we have legs.” You explained, watching as his eyes trailed over your body.

“Are you going to kill me?” Mingi asked, finding it better to be straightforward from this point on. It’s better to have feigned confidence than nothing at all. “No. You fascinate me. I don’t kill the things that fascinate me.” You were so blunt about it, raking your hands through your hair. “Come here, pirate and tell me your story. It’s not every day a pirate doesn’t know the legend of a siren. Whether they believe it or not.” Mingi was caught off guard, not sure what to do. The sea was far enough away, which comforted him because he knew you couldn’t drown him on this rock.

He moved to sit across from you on the rock and tried to avoid staring at your bare body, averting his eyes before shrugging off his vest and handing it to you. “I’m sorry, I’m having a hard time concentrating.” Mingi stuttered, you smiled at him though and an odd feeling shot through your chest. “Most sailors would simply enjoy.” You said and slipped the clothing over your shoulders. Mingi shook his head, a small smile now forming over his own lips. “It’s not that I don’t enjoy it.” He clarified and looked at you wearing his clothes. You were beautiful.

“You’re a different type of man, Mingi.” Why his name sounded so good coming from your lips, he had no idea. But it was absolutely addicting.

“How did you end up out here?” You asked, stretching your legs and leaning back. You loved a good story, where as your sisters didn’t quite like talking but preferred a siren’s typical methods.

“This wasn’t how my life was supposed to be, I wasn’t supposed to end up here.” Mingi had te delve deep for a moment. Sure some of the crew knew his story, but it wasn’t something he told just anyone.

“I lived in a town that was quite progressive, I worked under and iron smith as an apprentice. I did good, I was a good man and i just tried to make it by like anyone else.” You watched as he spoke, taking in his details and tone. He was sad. “I never tried to hurt anyone and if I did it wasn’t on deliberate. But my master, he wasn’t good. He actively tried hurting people, especially ones he hated and he didn’t hate anyone more than his own daughter. I never understood why, she was pretty, kind and well liked among the town but he hated her.” Mingi had to pause, remembering that time, remembering the sweet girl that was always so nice to him when he worked.

“I came into the shop one day and found her, dead on the ground, strangled. Her father did it and pinned it on me. Claiming that I ‘always watched her when she was around’ and that I was ‘just wait for a chance to be alone with her’. I-” Mingi was cut off when a tear dropped from his eyes. You had placed your hand on his chin, wiping it away with your thumb. “You never touched her.” You said softly, scanning his face. “I never did, They were going to hang me for something I didn’t do. I had to run.” You continued to wipe the tears from his face, moving onto your knees to get closer to him.

“And that’s how you ended up here.” You had heard many sad stories in your life, but none of the men had seemed nearly as regretful as Mingi did in this moment. Your hand moved from his chin to his cheek, taking in his handsome features. Even when he was upset, he was handsome. Sharp jawline coupled with a sharp nose and pillowy lips. Definitely one of the more handsome men at sea.

“You know in your heart that you didn’t do it.” You said softly, moving your fingers to thread through his hair. Mingi found himself staring at your face, taking note of your sympathetic face. Surely you weren’t the murderous creature he was told you were.

“My sisters aren’t fond of men, they kill them for sport. But I like hearing the stories, it takes a lot to drive a man out to sea.” You explained and gently pulled his face closer to yours. Mingi felt himself sink into your touch, allowing you to guide him into laying down with his face settled in the crook of your neck. Your skin was soft under his touch and his hands found your waist to hold onto as he relaxed. Your nails scraped over his scalp lightly, making him hum.

“You have a pure soul.” You said softly, enjoying his touch. Mingi didn’t know what had gotten into him, he had went from being scared of you to being held by you and well he was enjoying it. Your touch was comforting.

Your legs tangled with his, fingers still running through his hair. “Go to sleep Mingi. Dawn is almost upon us.” You whispered, kissing his forehead and allowing him to lul to sleep. Mingi had let his guard down fully for you and as ridiculous as it sounded, he was falling in love.

The hours in your arms, were the best hours he had ever slept. Being in such a deep dream that he didn’t think even an earthquake could wake him. He dreamt that he was underwater and absolutely weightless. Just floating under the surface of chrystal clear water. You were swimming circles around him, silver tail catching the rays of light from the sun as you did so. He felt as if he was one with the ocean.

It wasn’t until the feeling of something pushing him (quite roughly) woke him up and brought him back to reality. “Jesus Christ Mingi, we thought you’d be killed by something. What are you doing all the way out here?” Wooyoung’s voice was shrill as he yelled to wake Mingi up. “Huh?” He shot up from his position on the rock, looking around frantically for you. But you were nowhere to be found and well, neither was his vest.

“What are you doing out here?” Wooyoung asked again and Mingi shook his head, needing to come up with a response and fast. “I uhh couldn’t sleep last night, went for a walk and then sat down here. Guess I fell asleep.” He cleared his throat and blinked at his friend. “You��ve been acting strange Mingi. Are you alright?” He asked, voice full of concern. Mingi never acted this odd, Wooyoung was worried.

“I’m fine, just haven’t been sleeping properly.” He admitted and ran his fingers through his hair. Your touch was still lingering on his skin, he could feel you everywhere.

“Captain wants to stay here one more night, founds some caves and a lake he wants to check out.” Wooyoung explained and Mingi nodded. “Alright, I’ll be around in a bit.” Mingi said softly, needing a moment to process some things. Where had you gone?

He had managed to pull himself together, rejoining the crew in exploring the island. Traipsing through the trees, he looked around the area and took it in. One thing he could admit was that he never would have seen half of the beautiful things he had if he had stayed in his village, you included. He couldn’t take that for granted, especially not as he was standing in front of a small waterfall that fell into a small crystal clear lake.

“Wow.” He said quietly, feeling Hongjoong clap his hand onto his back. “Not something you see everyday.” His captain said, a big smile on his face. Mingi couldn’t help but crack a smile himself, shaking his head. “Definitely not something you see everyday.” He laughed, looking over to the waterfall and laughing. The bad feeling he had had about you was gone, the bad feeling in his gut was gone. Airing his worries out to you made him feel better, things were looking up in his opinion. Maybe he would sleep properly from now on too.

The pirates made camp near the water and Mingi found himself once more staring into water. It was so clear but you couldn’t see the bottom. It was deceptively deep, someone could easily make the mistake of swimming too deep and not make it back up for air. It looked like the water from his dream.

The feeling of gentle fingertips gliding over his cheek woke him up that night. He knew his crew wouldn’t spare him the same gentle touch, it had to be you. “Wake up handsome.” Your fingertips moved from his cheek to his chin, stroking it gently as you took in features. Truly handsome.

“Where’d you go this morning?” Mingi asked, eyes opening slowly to see your face. He watched as your lips curled into smile and your eyes sparkled. “Come on.” You said softly, taking his hand into yours. Pulling Mingi from his bed, he didn’t even question it. He had decided that this island was his paradise.

“You stole my vest.” Mingi commented once they were further away from the rest of the crew. He watched you let out a hearty laugh and turn around to look at him. “I found myself quite liking it. I think i could get used to this clothing thing.” You smiled, before tugging him closer to you.

He felt his breath hitch for a moment as your chest met his, it was a natural reaction. The only thing keeping his body from yours was his vest, naturally he was flustered. Mingi pressed his chest against you, the weight of his body making you step backwards until your back hit a boulder.

“You keep calling me handsome.” Mingi remarked, his hand coming up to rest on your bare hip. It was the first time a man’s touch had made goosebumps form over your skin. “You keep calling me handsome and I don’t think I’ve told you how beautiful I think you are.” His words made you almost shiver. Of course you had heard them all before, he wasn’t your first pirate or sailor. But surely they had a different effect on you than most.

You grabbed his chin again, this time with more force than any of the other times. Mingi flinched slightly only to find your lips not inches apart from his and he took the risk. He was going to kiss a siren.

He didn’t intend to kiss you so roughly, but need took over as he pressed his lips to yours. You moved your hands to his hair and gently scratched over his scalp as he kissed you. Deepening the kiss as you did so, you could feel him hum against your lips. His hand moved up, from your hip to your waist underneath vest and his grip tightened slightly.

Mingi moved his hands down to your thighs, lifting you off the ground to lay you down on your back. The vest had shifted, being useless in covering you up at this point, so you simply took it off. He sat on his heels as you wrapped your legs around his waist, not wanting his body to leave yours. You simply looked up at him as he looked over your body, his regularly soft expression having turned dark and intense. It made heat pool inbetween your legs.

Reaching up, you undid the ties on his shirt and tugged it off of him. The action made him laugh before he leaned down and pressed his bare chest to yours. His hands moving your hair out of your face before kissing you again. This kiss was so much more intense, teeth clashing and hips rolling into yours. Not to mention the feeling of his bare skin on yours, you were infatuated with him.

His pants didn’t do much for hiding how much he enjoyed you, bulge pressing directly into your bare core. You let out a gasp at the pressure, making him nip at your lips before trailing the kisses down your jaw. He wasn’t horribly experienced but he knew enough and well he seemed to be doing just fine. That gave him a confidence boost, not to mention every little sound coming out of your mouth, boosted his confidence even more.

“Mingi-” You hummed, feeling his lips over your neck. The kisses were gentle, soft praises being whispered inbetween them. “So beautiful.” He said softly and groaned as you tugged harshly on his hair. Mingi looked you in the eyes and flashed a smile in your direction. “Where did you learn how to kiss like that?” You asked, your fingers tracing over his lips. “I had a life before this.” He chuckled before turning his face back to your skin.

His hands moved to massage your breasts, thumbs swiping over your nipples before latching his lips over one. Sucking at your skin and sending a wave of pleasure through your body and making your arch your back.

Mingi was absolutely straining in his pants now, your body was perfect to him as if you were made for him. Your soft skin, your precious lips and your gentle hands, you were everything he had always wanted.

Your fingers threading through his hair got a bit harsher the more he flicked his tongue of your nipple, you already felt like you were on fire. He moved his lips down over your stomach before stopping at before your core. This was something he had never done, but something he had always wanted to do.

Spreading your thighs a little further, he settled between your legs and wrapped his arms around them. “What are yo- Oh.” You moaned, feeling the light kiss on your core. It almost made you feel lightheaded and dizzy, as his tongue delved deeper. Licking up your juices, he couldn’t help but moan. Perhaps it was because of what you were, or maybe you truly were built for him, but you tasted sweet and addictive. He wanted more of you.

You raised your hips, guiding your core over his tongue and moaning out. “Mingi please don’t stop.” You moaned out, needing to feel that sweet sweet release. it was the way you moaned out his name, repeatedly like you were saying a prayer, he wasn’t going to stop until you came. He pulled you closer to his face, harshly and showed you that he truly wasn’t planning on stopping.

The coil in your stomach quickly burst, making your hips buck as you tried to pull away from him. The whines coming out of your mouth were music to his ears as he continued to lick over your core, lapping up every bit of your juices that he could and finally pulling away.

You looked at him as he sat on his heels again, lower part of his face glistening with your juices and breathing heavily. “Did that also get taught to you from your life before this?” You asked, sitting up to undo his pants. His arms hung at his sides and he simply let you do it for him. “Actually, I’ve never done that before.” Mingi admitted, making your actions halt. It felt entirely too good for it to have been his first time. You raised an eyebrow at him before pushing him back, making him lay on the ground.

“I feel like you’re lying to me.” You said, tugging his pants down and watching his cock spring up. “I don’t lie.” He said and you shook your head. You straddled him, your core right over his and you braced your hands on his chest. “All men lie.” You whispered, leaning down and placing a quick kiss on his lips. His hands moved to your ass and helped you sink down onto him. “I like to think I’m not like all men. Especially not what you’re used too” He groaned, finally being enveloped in you. You took a moment to let your body adjust to his, breathing through the stretch and feeling a warmth in your chest as his fingers laced with yours. It was a comforting action, to distract you from the discomfort however slight it was. Maybe Mingi wasn’t like all men.

You raised his hands over his head, pinning them there with your own as you started raising your hips. Allowing yourself to bounce on him, you felt so incredibly full. Filling you up completely and making your legs shake slightly but you put that to the side. It felt too good to stop.

Mingi was even more convinced than before that you were made for him with the way you squeezed him. You released his hands and placed yours back on his chest, needing more support as you continued to ride him. He was hitting that sweet spot inside of you with every little bit he raised his hips to meet your thrusts.

“You feel so good.” Mingi moaned out, hands pulling your chest flush against his. he planted his feet on the ground, fucking up into you and taking over. He was chasing his own high, needing a harsher pace and leaving you stuttering.

You watched his face, from his shut eyes to his clenched jaw. That alone was almost enough to make you orgasm again. You kissed his lips to hide your moans as you felt them getting louder, his crew still being only a small distance away. He kissed you in return as his own stomach filled with warmth. He was so close to release and just needed that little bit to send you both over the edge. Your hand found his hair once more, tugging it in response to a harsh thrust and that did it. His hips stuttered and deep groans left his lips as he planted himself deep inside of you. Orgasm coating your walls and sending you over the edge with him.

You lay there ontop of him, feeling incredibly full as he stroked your hair. “You are different from most men.” You mumbled softly, feeling a wave guilt come through you. “Most men don’t care the way you do.” Your words shrunk in volume even more, guilt and shame taking over you. Maybe it was guilt over your past actions, the men you had dragged to the bottom of the ocean, maybe it was about what you were going to do.

Mingi helped you get off of him, watching you lay down next to him. You rested your head on his chest and he stroked your hair. The few times he had been with someone this way, yes they had been special. But nothing quite like this, Mingi was overwhelmed with love.

“Y/N?” His tone sounded questioning, almost as unsure as the first night he had met you. “I think I might be in love with you.” He confessed, the feeling in his chest no longer being contained. He really couldn’t help himself, the last few days had been filled with you. Not just physically, but you were in his heart. You were speechless at his words, the guilt now eating you alive.

“Come with me.” You said, pushing yourself off of the ground. Mingi couldn’t care anymore, not if you were completely bare or if he was. No, he only knew he would follow you anywhere.

“Where are we going?” He asked, as you lead him towards the lake. “I feel sticky, I want to go for a swim.” You told him, hardly being able to look him in the eyes anymore. “Join me.” You added on, holding his hand gently, you stood before the water together.

“Hey.” Mingi said softly, bringing his hands up to cup your cheeks and make you look at him. You hadn’t even realised it, but tears were falling over your cheeks. “What’s wrong?” He asked, those beautiful brown eyes boring holes into your own. You had never felt this guilty before. “Nothing’s wrong...” Your voice trailed off and looked to his lips once more. You started walking forward, making him walk backwards towards the water.

He stepped in slowly, leaning forward to kiss you as he did so. “Mingi... I love you too.” You admitted, deciding that that was where the guilt stemmed from. Mingi felt his chest get warm once more, not being used to this at all but wondering how your life together could be from this point on.

He kissed you, harshly and you sighed into it before diving forward. You both fell into the water, lips still locked and you gripped his wrist. You needed to get rid of your guilt and now was better than any other time.

Mingi wasn’t entirely aware of how far down into the lake you had pulled him. Your hand wrapped around his wrist as your silver tail brought you both down towards the bottom quickly.

It wasn’t until it was already too late that Mingi realised that this was his dream. Down at the bottom of a lake, the moonlight shining down through the surface as Mingi felt absolutely weightless. You let him go and swam around him, watching him blink under the water as he watched you.

He started feeling himself go lightheaded, dizzy as his lungs started to burn. He was starting to realise that his dream wasn’t a dream, it was a warning and it was now too late. Feeling his vision go dark, the last thing he saw was that silver glimmer of your tail in the moonlight and your beautiful face.

Despite being the thing that killed him, he still thought you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

A/N: Again please let me know what you think! This is quite different from what I normally write. There will most definitely be typos but please,ignore those lmao

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my patient’s neighbour [one] // wanda maximoff

summary: whilst caring for a new patient of yours, you definitely didn't expect to fall for her cute neighbour, Wanda Maximoff

warning/s: very minor mentions of injuries and death

author's note: okay so firstly, buckle in, folks, this is gonna be like 6 parts long lol. Also, I google translated all the Russian bits so i apologise if they are incorrect! okay, you may enjoy now :)

"38... 38... 38..."

I scanned the doors to the many apartments in the hall, hoping to find the one that belonged to my newest patient – Anna Pivec. As a nurse, I was always given new patients to visit and tend to until they no longer needed it or chose not to have me around. I'd just been assigned a new patient, Anna, and was excited to meet her.

"38!" I said to myself, spotting the door at the end of the hallway. I knocked on before waiting patiently, hoping she wasn't sleeping or anything. It wasn't too early – 10AM – and she knew I was coming, so finger's crossed.

The door opened to reveal a short, old lady with grey hair and a cane in her hand. I smiled kindly, meeting her cloudy gaze.

"You must be the one my granddaughter is paying to look after me because she can't do it herself," the woman spoke before I could introduce myself. Stepping to the side, she motioned with her cane. "Come on in."

My smile dropped at her abruptness. "I, er, yeah, I guess that's me." As I walked in, I said, "My name is Y/N Y/L/N. The nurse from–"

"Yeah, I know where you're from," she cut me off, closing the door and heading further into her apartment. "They sent me a brochure, milaya."

I followed after her, surprised at how quick she was for an old lady with back and heart problems. She was leading me into the open plan living-room and kitchen.

"I'm sorry – milaya? What does that mean?" I asked politely, hoping I didn't come across as rude.

She waved her hand dismissively, mumbling something to herself in what I think was Russian. Her profile did say she was from Sokovia, so maybe that was it.

"Okay, erm, well, as I said," I changed the subject, figuring she wouldn't give me an answer, "I'm Y/N. I'll be here five times a week and basically be doing anything you need me to do. Of course, I only want you to be comfortable in your own home, so if you ever feel anything but, please let me know."

She hummed in acknowledgement before motioning for me to follow her. I set my bag on the kitchen counter before sitting on the couch as she did so on the recliner. She sighed with content as the pain on her back was eased from taking a seat.

"Tell me about yourself," she said gently.

I smiled with amusement. "That's usually what I ask my patients."

"Do forgive me, milaya," she said, and I made a mental note to bring a Russian-English dictionary with me tomorrow, "but you're a stranger in my home. I'd prefer to know about you before I let you take care of me."

I nodded, slightly impressed. Her profile didn't do her justice. Usually, the elderly I cared for were quick to allow me to do my thing, never really questioning who I was or what my intentions were. I was starting to get the impression that Anna was a strong, stubborn woman in a little old lady's body – definitely not one to mess around with.

"Okay, well, I'm a nurse," I began with the basics, and from there, went into a long ramble about my job, how I got into it, what it consisted of...

Anna was full of questions, taking the time to get to know me and I her. Once I had told her everything I could think to, she told me about her life. How she lived in Sokovia up until she was thirty-five years old and had to flee with her husband and daughter because of the war. She gushed about the both of them, a twinkle in her eye as she recalled their livelihoods like they were still alive. Her husband had unfortunately passed many years ago due to liver problems – "All that drinking, milaya! Us Sokovians are a force to be reckoned with!" – and her daughter had passed in a car accident not long after.

It was a tragic tale, but she didn't let it bring her down. In fact, she seemed grateful to have lived it and I couldn't help but smile as she shared it with me.

I noticed she would speak short phrases in Russian mid-conversation, without realising, which didn't make it easier for me to understand, but I couldn't bring it in myself to interrupt her to ask what they meant because she said it with such sincerity that I figured it reminded her of her home.

After our conversation, I made her lunch and gave her her medication before watching some TV with her and pretty much talking to her once again. She was quite an interesting woman, different to my usual patients, and I was enjoying our time together. After spending the day there, I wished her a good night before leaving.

When I returned the next morning, I let myself in with the key Anna gave me and called out a good morning.

"In here!" an unfamiliar female voice called out.

I furrowed my brows as I took off my jacket and headed into the living-area. Anna was sat in her recliner as usual, but she had a guest sat on her couch. A young woman, possibly my age, with long dark hair and a friendly smile on her lips was sat comfortably; she had a cup of tea in her hands and her legs pulled up on the couch like she lived there.

The stranger and Anna exchanged words in Russian briefly before the former stood up, about to introduce herself.

"Oh, are you her granddaughter?" I asked, putting two and two together. It was the only explanation I could think of for how comfortable she was and the fact that she was also Sokovian (I assumed, anyway).

The girl laughed, her green eyes sparkling as she shook her head. Putting out her hand, she said, "I'm Wanda Maximoff. Anna's neighbour."

Slightly embarrassed by my mistake, I smiled awkwardly and shook her hand. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have– I just thought because you were speaking Russian that–"

"It's fine, no harm no foul," she put me at ease quickly, before taking her seat again. "I've lived next door to Anna for about a year now. Sometimes I keep her company on my days off."

I set my bag on the floor before taking a seat on the couch, leaving a gap between Wanda and I.

"That's nice," I said with a smile before looking to Anna. "How are you feeling this morning, Mrs Pivec?"

She sighed, waving her hand dismissively, before saying something to Wanda in Russian who was listening intently. Nodding her head, Wanda looked to me with amusement.

"What did she say?" I asked, quirking a brow.

"She said she told you to stop calling her Mrs Pivec yesterday," Wanda translated, trying not to laugh.

"Just call me Anna, Y/N," Anna added with a nod. "And I'm fine. Just had breakfast with Wanda here."

"Breakfast," I repeated slowly. "How long ago was that? Just gotta make sure you get your meds."

"Shoot, am I doing your job?" Wanda asked, slightly panicked.

"No, no, you're not." I laughed at the way she scrunched her nose. "I mean, it would help if I could have breakfast with Miss– Anna, so I know when she has her medication. But it's all good."

"Are you sure? I can leave if I'm in the way," Wanda said with a frown.

"No need," I reassured her. "If Anna doesn't mind your presence, it's all good. I'm just here to look after her, clean up, make sure she eats, has her meds."

Wanda looked to Anna, who seemed unbothered by her presence.

"She can stay," Anna said with a shrug. "Makes it feel less like I'm a pet."

I opened my mouth to say something, possibly make her feel better, but I wasn't sure what to say.

"Don't mind her," Wanda reassured, giving Anna a knowing look before shooting me an easygoing smile. "She tends to speak her mind exactly as it is. No filter whatsoever. And very stubborn. You may have noticed."

I cracked a smile, feeling better knowing that it wasn't just me who noticed Anna's unique personality traits.

"Hey, that stubbornness and lack of filter is exactly how I beat my husband and his friends in every poker game back home," Anna said with a playful smirk.

Wanda and I chuckled, before the brunette leaned on the couch comfortably and looked to me.

"We finished breakfast, maybe, ten minutes ago? I made us eggs and toast," she answered my question from earlier.

I hummed before getting up with my bag and heading to the kitchen. Setting my bag on the counter, I grabbed my diary and also Anna's medication from its place on the kitchen counter.

"I'll give you your medicine now, Anna," I told her, already grabbing a glass of water for her.

"Thank you, milaya," she called back, and I spun around, immediately going to get my Russian-English dictionary from my bag. "Wait, I know what that is!" I flicked through the pages and scanned it eagerly. "Milaya... milaya... milaya! Okay, it means... sweetie."

"Sweetie," Wanda said at the same time, and I looked up to see her watching me from behind her cup of tea, trying not to laugh again.

"I guess another perk of your presence is being the translator," I said sheepishly, realising just how eager I was a second ago. "Anna likes to speak Russian a lot, which I'm fine with of course, but..." I waved the dictionary in the air.

"It's funny watching tvoye lichiko, milaya," Anna said with that same mischievous smirk on her face.

I looked down to my dictionary, struggling to pinpoint a single word in her sentence that I could search. It was overwhelming, the words going in one ear and out the other.

"She said it's funny watching your little face, sweetie," Wanda translated upon seeing my frozen state.

I relaxed my shoulders. "Thanks." Then I realised what she said. "Hey!"

Anna laughed as Wanda grinned, and I was suddenly glad she was here. I grabbed Anna's meds with a glass of water before giving them to her. After making sure she swallowed them properly, I put the glass to the side and took a seat on the couch again.

"So, you said you visited Anna on your days off?" I asked Wanda, intrigued by why a neighbour would be so interested in another. It wasn't very common in today's day and age.

"She's almost always here," Anna answered before Wanda could speak. I looked to her as she continued with a grateful smile. "Helps me with everything. Groceries, cleaning, my medication."

"So basically me but unpaid," I joked, and Anna laughed.

"Exactly," she agreed, and I looked to Wanda to see her blushing, eyes avoiding mine.

"That's really sweet," I said gently, earning her attention. "You're a really good neighbour, Wanda."

Wanda ran a hand through her hair. "It's nothing. If anything, I enjoy being here. Anna reminds me of Sokovia and my family and, well, home."

"Oh, so you're Sokovian, too?"

She nodded before smiling playfully. "Did the accent not give it away?"

I hid a smile. "I didn't want to assume. I mean, you could've been Czech. Slovakian. Basically anything else."

"Okay, I'll give you that," she gave in, tilting her head to the side, smile widening.

It was then that I learnt her smile was extremely contagious.

Same as yesterday, my plan was to stay the day with Anna, though this time Wanda also kept her company (and me, too). After lunch, I left the two of them to watch some TV as I excused myself to change Anna's bedsheets in her room, ready for bed tonight.

As I was doing so, I heard the door open and glanced over my shoulder to see Wanda entering the room. I gave her a smile before continuing to replace the pillowcase.

"Here, I can help," she offered, and didn't give me chance to decline as she grabbed the pillow on the other side of the bed and began to change its case.

"You sure? You know it's my job, right?" I teased, looking up at her over the bed between us.

She rolled her eyes playfully. "I'm aware. Just thought I'd make it a bit easier for you."

I chuckled. "Well, I appreciate it... how is Anna?"

"Dozed off," Wanda quipped with an expectant nod. "Same time every day. Like clockwork."

"Huh." I thought back to yesterday and how she ended up taking a nap after lunch, too. "Noted. Thanks."

Wanda smiled before putting the pillowcase on the pillow and puffing it with her hands. I did the same, content with its appearance, before moving to the duvet. Wordlessly, Wanda grabbed one end and began to help me put it on, which I appreciated. The duvet was bigger than I was and definitely a two-person job.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" I spoke out of the blue as we were putting on the duvet cover.

"Go for it," she said encouragingly, glancing sideways.

"Of course, you don't have to answer, but I thought I'd ask since I'm going to be looking after Anna for a while," I gave a little disclaimer, before saying, "She makes a lot of snide remarks about her granddaughter. Do they not get along?"

Wanda sighed quietly. "Her granddaughter doesn't really visit her here. She rarely calls."

"Her daughter's kid?"

"The only one," Wanda confirmed. "She keeps her distance, ever since her mum – Anna's daughter – passed. She just pays for, well, you."

I frowned. "That's sad."

"Yeah," Wanda agreed, breathing out.

The two of us spread the duvet over the double bed before I looked to her with a small smile.

"At least she has you," I pointed out. "It's nice you give up your free time to spend it with her."

"Like I said, it's good for me, too," she reminded me, returning the smile.

"So what do you do when you're not here keeping her company?" I asked curiously, moving to Anna's bedside to clear it up a little.

Wanda hid her smile behind a look of confusion. "Do you not– don't you recognise me?"

I quirked a brow, pausing my actions. "Am I supposed to?"

She snickered, shaking her head, eyes falling to the bed with mild disbelief. "I mean, I guess not. I'm–" She chuckled, looking to my confused face. "I'm one of the Avengers."

I studied her, her words not quite settling in. But when they did, I realised I actually recognised her and she was one of the Avengers.

"Oh my God!" I blurted, the penny finally dropping. "The one with the weird red energy powers! I mean– not weird but– the magic!"

She stifled laughter, nodding her head. Just like her smile, her laughter was contagious, too.

"Yeah, that's me," she confirmed.

I made a weird motion with my free hand, like I'd seen her do on TV when saving the day. "Does Anna know about your y'know?"

Wanda crossed her arms, raising a brow and watching me with a humoured gaze. "Is that supposed to be my powers?"

I stopped making the motion and felt my neck heating up. "I– yeah."

Laughter spilled from her lips yet again, automatically making me smile. I didn't mind that I'd made a fool of myself all of a sudden.

"Anna knows, yes," Wanda said with a bright smile. "She actually recognised me straight away. Much quicker than you. And she's eighty."

Waving my hand to distract from my flushed cheeks, I said, "Pfft, she probably confused you with someone else and played along when you told her who you were."

"Yeah, I'm sure that was it, ty milyy maneken," she retorted with her piercing gaze.

"No fair, my dictionary is in the other room," I said with a pout, and she only laughed even more.

"Guess you'll never know," she teased with a smirk, making me roll my eyes to distract from the way it made me feel when she stared at me like that.

It was much later on when I learnt that she had called me 'a cute dummy'. And that was the beautiful start to Wanda and I's introduction into each other's lives.

—

From then onwards, about eighty percent of the time I would go to care for Anna, Wanda was present, too and I didn't mind one bit. Not only did she keep Anna company, but she made my job a lot easier whilst keeping me company as well.

I was beginning to look forward to seeing her whenever I would open the door. Whether she was cleaning something up, playing board games with Anna or simply having a tidy up around the apartment, she'd always stop what she was doing and help me with whatever was in my hands as she greeted me at the door. It was adorable. She was adorable.

The few times she wasn't present because of work only made me miss her, the apartment feeling emptier than usual. Even Anna agreed, the two of us making up for the lack of the Sokovian girl's presence by distracting ourselves with other activities.

I was convinced Anna was warming up to me as she freely let me care for her without resistance. Obviously, she wouldn't be Anna if she didn't throw funny remarks my way or speak to me in Russian, knowing I didn't understand her, but it was tolerable. And I was liking her, too; she was easily becoming one of the best patients I cared for. There was just so much personality to her that I couldn't help but smile whenever I spoke to her.

One time, I was helping Anna out at her place when Wanda wasn't present. I was leading her into her bed when I decided now was a better time than ever to ask her about her birthday on Sunday, which I knew was then because of her file.

"So, I'll be seeing you in two days next," I told her as I pulled the duvet over her. "And a little birdie told me it's your birthday then. Eighty-one, Anna! That's amazing!"

She smiled but seemed embarrassed that I knew.

"Tell me what you want and I can make it happen," I said promisingly, smiling down at her.

She waved her hand. "I don't want anything, milaya (sweetie). Your presence is enough."

I chuckled. "As sweet as that is, I know everybody wants something for their birthday. Now please, Anna. What can I do to make the day a bit more special?"

She pondered my question momentarily and I waited for her to speak, hoping it was something doable.

"I would love to have a traditional Sokovian meal," she said reluctantly. "It's been a long time."

I breathed out quietly, patting her hand gently. "I can do that, Anna. Don't you worry."

She smiled genuinely, before shooing me away. "Okay, enough sappiness, ty mozhesh' uyti seychas (you can leave now)."

I laughed, standing up and dusting my pants off. I only knew what that phrase meant because she said it almost every time before my shift ended and I left for the day. I knew she didn't mean it as harshly as it sounded.

"I'm going, I'm going," I said, already heading to the door. "I'll see you Sunday, birthday girl."

She groaned quietly, making me grin, before I double checked everything was okay in the living-area and grabbed my stuff to leave.

As easy of a request that it was, I knew absolutely nothing about cooking a traditional Sokovian meal. But I knew of one person who did and instantly headed to Wanda's apartment next door to see if she was home.

With a quick knock, I waited patiently. I wasn't sure if she was even home since she hadn't visited Anna today and she usually did so if she was. When I was beginning to think she wasn't, I told myself I could Google a recipe and put something together, but then the door opened and revealed a tired-looking Wanda.

"Y/N," she said with surprise, but a friendly smile was on her lips nonetheless.

"Hey, I'm so sorry to disturb you this late, but I wanted to ask– wait, what happened to your face?" I stopped speaking and lost my own smile when I noticed the faint scratches and bruises dusting her skin.

"Oh, it's nothing–" she started, raising her hand, fingers wavering over her head, but I cut her off.

"Shit, Wanda, what happened?" I reached out, taking her hand in mine and studying the cast that was around her wrist. Concerned frown on my lips, I glanced up at her. "Are you okay?"

"It's fine, Y/N," she tried to reassure, but I couldn't help it as my worry got the better of me and I studied the cuts on her cheek. "I just came back from a mission. Minor injuries. Honestly."

I let go of her hand, realising I was still holding it, and nodded slightly. "Right..." Realising she must have been exhausted, I awkwardly stepped back and shook my head with realisation. "Sorry, I should go. I didn't mean to bot–"

"You were saying something," she interrupted, nodding encouragingly. "You wanted to ask me something. What is it?"

I paused, nodding. Admittedly, I was still worried about the bruises on her forehead. I knew she was an Avenger and this was probably the norm for her, but to me, it looked like she'd just got mugged. And the irregularity of that worried me.

"Yeah, I was saying," I finally found my words, trying to ignore the way her tired eyes peered at me hopefully. "It's Anna's birthday on Sunday and she wants to have a traditional Sokovian meal to celebrate. The only problem is, I don't know what that is." Wanda cracked a smile as I continued. "Do you, maybe, have a recipe I could use?"

"Of course," she said before motioning for me to follow her. "Come on in."

I followed after her, closing the door behind me, and stopped at the kitchen counter patiently. As she searched for a notebook in her drawer, I subtly glanced around, taking in the inside of Wanda's apartment. I'd never actually been in it before, but the minimal décor was very her. She didn't have many knickknacks and everything on display served a purpose.

"There's some recipes in here," she said, grabbing my attention. She slid the notebook across the counter and leaned forward with a smile. "Take your pick."

I flicked through it briefly, smiling at the notebook filled with recipes, all in Wanda's neat, cursive handwriting.

"Thank you," I said gratefully, looking up and catching her staring.

She perked up, clearing her throat as she nodded in response before looking the other way. Cute.

"Are you working on Sunday?" I asked with a raised brow, before rolling my eyes playfully. "What am I saying? Of course you're not. Not with that wrist."

She chuckled, still avoiding my eyes. "I'm not."

"Well, why don't you come over for her birthday? You can help me cook her a meal. Or rather, I can help you cook it since I'll probably screw it up."

Finally meeting my eyes, she smiled with amusement. "Are you sure?"

I gave her a knowing look, ignoring the butterflies swirling in my stomach as she held my gaze with her intense dark eyes. "Yes, I'm sure. Anna will love to celebrate with you. And..." I pursed my lips, taking a leap of faith and adding, "and I'd love it, too."

Wanda let out a quiet laugh. "You would, would you?"

I straightened up, smile widening. "Yeah, I would."

She tilted her head, studying me with a curious smile. "Well then, I clearly can't say no."

Something stirred in my chest the longer she watched me and I oddly liked it. It was obvious that Wanda was a beautiful girl with a heart of gold, but I guess I hadn't really acknowledged that I may have had feelings for her until now. And I didn't mind one bit.

"Great," I finally found my words, nodding slightly. "I'll see you Sunday."

She mirrored my expression, saying, "See you Sunday," and I knew I couldn't wait until then.

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the only certainty

warnings: angst, insecurities

content: hurt/comfort, angst, insecurities

characters: timeskip!Atsumu x reader

date: 2/11/21

word count: 1.4k+

notes: Okay so I know I said I wouldn’t be posting as much but I ended up coming with a ton of ideas so expect more updates soon lol. Also I just wanna know who tf hurt me because these ideas can’t be coming from nowhere. I’m really out here bawling while I write. Anyway, enjoy my blood, sweat, and tears :)

You shifted on the couch, pulling the thin blanket up to your chest.

Tears pricked at your eyes as you remembered what Atsumu said to you two days ago. The MSBY Black Jackals had a match against another team and you came to watch.

You first met at one of his matches in high school and he began relentlessly pursuing you after spotting you in the crowd. Although you were determined to focus on school, you slowly began falling for him after seeing his passion towards volleyball and the kindness he showed you.

Since the two of you met, you made an effort to go to all of his matches. After all, you wanted to support him and you knew how much volleyball meant to him.

But, you were always bothered by how many girls were around him and how he seemed to thrive off of their attention. You mentioned it to him multiple times and he always reassured you that you were the only one for him. You would answer his reassurances with a smile that never seemed to reach your eyes because no matter how many times he assured you, it seemed like there was someone out there that was just better, prettier, smarter.

It was bad enough that you started off the day feeling insecure after you overheard Rina, one of his fangirls, talking about your relationship before the match and saying how Atsumu would be better suited with her. You glanced at her and her smile, noticing how tall she was, how confident, how different she was from you.

You only felt worse after seeing her walk up to him once the team won the match, and instead of finding you in the audience like he always did, he smiled at her.

You watched from the sidelines, feeling your heart ache the longer he talked with her and your thoughts began to spiral. You couldn’t help but wonder why he chose you in the first place when it was clear he was better suited with girls like her.

But you decided to say nothing, plastering on a weak smile and murmuring a quiet “congratulations” when he finally broke away from his conversation with Rina and approached you.

Atsumu rambled on about the match as the two of you made your way out of the arena with the rest of the team and you could see that he was truly proud of how he played with the huge grin splitting his face. You felt your lips curling into a smile as you stared at him but your silence didn’t go unnoticed and he paused, his grin slipping from his face.

“What’s wrong?” his eyebrows furrowed, searching your face for any indication of what had happened. “Did someone say something?”

“It’s really nothing,” you shrugged, trying to muster up the strength to continue smiling to assure him you were okay but he cupped your cheek, leaning down to stare you in the eyes.

“C’mon, just tell me,” he frowned.

“It’s just-,” you started, biting your lip as your uncertainties began growing once again, “After the game, Rina went up to you and the two of you just looked so good together.”

Atsumu was expecting a real reason as to why you were upset but instead he got another one of your unnecessary insecurities and he just wasn’t in the mood after winning the match he had practiced so hard for. His hand dropped from your face and he ran it through his hair. “Stop making a big deal out of nothing. How many times do I have to tell you for you to get it in your head.”

You swallowed back your hurt and opened your mouth to change the topic but he rolled his eyes, “Why do you have to be so insecure? It’s not like I’m dating her.”

Atsumu waited for you to respond but when you answered with your silence, he sighed, “Look, can we stop talking about this? We just won and discussing how insecure you are is only going to ruin the mood.”

“Oh, um, okay,” you murmured, fixing your gaze onto your feet and blinking back your tears.

“Are you coming with us to celebrate?” he asked, not looking back while you trailed behind him and the rest of the team.

“I’m not feeling too well so I think I’ll just go home,” you whispered.

“Whatever,” he muttered, too caught up in his own thoughts to realize just how much he hurt you.

You went to bed alone that night, burying your face into your pillow to muffle your sobs. By the time you realized how late it was, you saw that it was 2:00 a.m. and he had yet to come home.

For a moment, you wondered if he was out with someone other than the team but you quickly pushed the thought out of your mind once you felt your chest ache again.

Thoughts of whether he still loved you consumed you and you felt the overwhelming pressure to do better and be better but you knew at the end of the day, it would never be enough.

At the end of the day, you weren’t enough.

You left the apartment early the next morning, wondering where Atsumu had stayed if he hadn’t come home to you. But you forced yourself to focus on your job, pushing all of your anxiety out of your mind, only to come home to an empty apartment.

With a heavy heart you got ready for bed and set up a place to sleep on the couch, knowing that if he didn’t come home yesterday, it was most likely because he was drunk and stayed at a friend’s place and would be coming home today.

You laid there, waiting for the familiar jangle of his keys and pondered whether you were making the right decision. But when he opened the door and walked right past you, you knew there was nothing left to be done.

“Hey, Atsumu.”

His eyes widened at your use of his name and he froze in place. You never called him by his name unless it was something serious and from how swollen your eyes were, he knew it was something you had spent hours crying over.

You took a breath, trying to keep your voice as even as possible, “I think we should break up.”

Atsumu stared at you, shocked. He didn’t expect you to want to break up with him but when he recalled the harsh words he exchanged with you after the match, he winced. He never wanted to hurt you and he opened his mouth to apologize but you began speaking, your chin quivering as you struggled to stop the tears from escaping.

“You deserve better than me,” your voice trembled. “I’m just going to bring you down with my insecurities and I don’t want that.”

You took a moment to compose yourself before continuing, “You deserve to be happy, even if it’s not with me.”

“Baby, no,” Atsumu cried, shaking his head. “No, don’t say that.”

“It’s my fault. I’ll do better just tell me you don’t mean that.”

You choked on a sob, unable to bear the desperation in his gaze. He rarely cried and in the moments that he did, you always tried your best to comfort him. But now, you weren’t sure you were the right person to be wiping away his tears.

“Please, I’m sorry. I love you,” he whispered, walking over to the couch and grabbing your hands in his. “You’re it for me. There’s no one else that could ever compare.”

You stared down at your intertwined hands, “Are you sure? What if choosing me is a mistake.”

Atsumu’s heart clenched at your words. He hated himself for never realizing just how unloved you felt. How did he never notice how much you were hurting? How much had you been holding back from him because you were afraid of making him unhappy?

“You’re the only certainty in my life,” Atsumu murmured, his gaze softening as you began tearing up again.

“Well, you and volleyball,” he joked, making you smile.

“I promise I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you so you never feel this way again,” he vowed and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I love you.”

You leaned into his embrace and whispered a quiet “I love you” back.

You knew the road ahead would be far from perfect but you didn’t mind. Because as long as Atsumu continued being by your side, you had no doubt that everything would be alright.

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