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romanarose · 8 months

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Flannel

Jackson!Joel Miller x gn!reader

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Summary: Joel comes back from patrol with some clothes for you, but doesn't understand the sentimentality of your old one.

Warnings: Uh nothing?

Immersability: Reader is gender neutral bc I saw no reason to have a gender, however, i generally write fem!reader so if I slip up and used a pronoun or something fem presenting, let me know!

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"Honey?" You call to your husband downstairs. Joel was cooking dinner. It was getting chilly, even with the generated heat in Jackson, and you wanted to wrap up in your favorite flannel. It was a worn thing, dirty and stained and more than a few patches but it was a comfort to you.

"Hm?" Joel couldn't hear you. His hearing in his bad ear had only gotten worse as he aged, so you hopped your way down the stairs to see him. God he looked good with an apron on.

"Joel, baby, have you seen my flannel?"

He turned to you as he stirred the soup. It smelled amazing. "The one I just brought back? It's on the bed, last time I saw."

Joel had found a box of old winter clothes while looking through houses on an overnight search, and stole a flannel aside just for you earlier this week. It was a great flannel, thick and warm and durable, and you were so, so grateful, but not the one you were looking for.

You shook your head. "No, not that one." Taking out spoon, you sneak a sip of the tomato soup he had been brewing; garlic bread was in the oven.

"Hey." Joel playfully smacked your hand away. "I promised Ellie taste tasting."

"Damn right you did!" Ellie sauntered in, snatching the spoon away as Joel obligatory reminded her of her manners. "Delicous, when's dinner?"

Peeking in the oven, Joel decided the toast was toasty enough and grabbed a oven mitt. "I think right about now." Ellie woops and Joel turns to you. "Sorry darl'n, what was it you were look'n for?"

"My old flannel." You clarify. "I was hanging up last I rememeber."

Joel instructed Ellie to set the table, please and thank you. "Oh that old old thing? I donate it last week after I brought you a new one."

"Donated it? To who? I was falling apart." You begin to panic, heart beating at the thought of your comfort item being gone. Why would Joel do that? You had to get it back.

Looking confused, he set up dinner, even platting up yours and Ellie's soup and bread and a simple salad. "To scraps. You said it yourself, it was falling apart."

"But Joel, why? It was mine."

"Technically, it was mine." Joel tried to joke, but when Ellie cough, he looked to her and she made a face at him. Joel turned to you and saw your forlorn expression, he realized this wasn't a joke. "I'm sorry, baby. I thought you wouldn't need it since I got you a knew one."

"Joel, you can't just give away things that are mine…"

He nodded, setting down the food to give you his full attention. "You're right, darl'n." Joel took you in his arms, kissing your forehead. "I really am sorry, do you forgive me?"

You did, and you told him as much, then tried to sit down for a meal with your family. Joel clocked right away something was wrong, but opted to wait until family dinner was over. When he found you crying in the bedroom, he knew he fucked up, he just didn't understand why. It was just a flannel, a flannel that was useless. In fact, he specifically got the new one for you so that you could get rid of it. Joel thought you deserved the best, and he'd give you the best he could provide.

"Darl'n?" He asked carful as he approached. "What's wrong?"

You sniffle, wiping your eyes. "I'm sorry, I was trying to get it together."

"Is this about the shirt?"

"Yeah."

"But... Why? I'm sorry baby, I know you wanted to keep it... but I don't understand wasting your tears on it?" He cleared his throat. "Not that it's not important, it obvious is, I just don't understand... why?"

You smile at him, knowing he's trying him best. It was sweet, how much effort he put into being a good husband for you and a good dad for Ellie. "Do you remember the day you found me?"

"Clear as day."

It wasn't a fond memory to Joel. He was out on patrol when you came across you, starving and cold and stumbling; he wrapped you up in his flannel and took you on his horse to Jackson, and you never gave it back. To you, the flannel smelled like safety, like home. Wrapped up in its warmth that day, it smelled like Joel and in his arms you knew you were safe.

"That flannel makes me feel safe because it reminds me of you, it reminds me of the day you saved me, it makes me feel safe..."

Joel started carefully. "Darl'n, do you not feel safe?"

You shook your head vehemently, shaking off with it such a notion. "I feel safe, especially with you." Resting your head on his shoulders, you take his scent that comforted you so much. "It's just... I dunno, like a kid with a blanket or teddy, I guess."

Joel nodded. "I'm really sorry, darl'n. Really. I'll check by first thing tomorrow, see if they havn't cut it up and repurposed it yet, okay?"

"Yeah, okay." You sniffle, rubbing your face on his shirt but he didn't seem to mind. "And it's okay, you didn't mean anything by it."

It was already cut up, to late and too tattered to save in any meaningful way. He let you know, but you didn't seem so upset anymore; Joel had let you pick out a shirt of his to steal from now on, and you had already assumed it was gone.

What you didn't know is Joel had saved the scraps, taking them over to Maria and asking for help. He wasn't a creative by any means, but he did know how to sew a little. Being a single dad on a tight budget he had gotten hang of fixing up holes.

What he didn't know was what to do with the fabric; the final project was Maria's idea. She cut out the pattern for him and gave him the stuffing as well as a place to work away from your eye. When it was done, Joel held it up to her, rather proud. It turned out pretty nice.

"Darl'n?! You home?" Joel called a few days later.

"Upstairs, Joel!"

Joel approaches you doing the laundry, wearing the new flannel no less. His hands were behind his back. "I got a surprise you for you."

The broad smile on his face piqued your interest. "Oh?"

With pride, Joel reveals to you a plaid, stuffed, teddy bear.

"Joel..." You speak softly, taking the toy in your hands "Is that...?"

"My shirt? Yes ma'am." He was beaming. "They had already cut it up by the time I got to up, but I was able to save the scraps. Maria helped me with a pattern and we got this put together."

Tears welled up in your eyes, spilling over quickly. "Oh honey..."

His face flattered. "Oh, was I not supposed to-" You cut him off with a hug, burying you head in the warmth of his chest that had softened in age. "This is the sweetest thing anyone has done for me..."

You slept with the teddy bear in your arms, Joel's arm around you that night. This was even better than a flannel. The flannel would continue to wear and tear, needing to be patched up and cleaned the stains out of. A teddy bear would be there forever.

Just like Joel

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Sweet baby Joel, trying his best <3

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kingdomvel · 5 months

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Maybe also hands under your lovers clothing for the fire alarm soulmate AU? Please and thank you!

Hiya! Fist of all about the other ask two things: 1. not late at all! I was even going to rereblog it again tomorrow bc i'll have some free time then, I'm just happy you sent an ask at all and 2. I'm still thinkint the castle one over bc i don't know when i want it to happen.... it may take a little bit

N E ways, enjoy this thing i wrote while waiting for class to start and please excuse any mistakes

“Fancy seeing you here” a voice says, a voice Anakin knows well. He doesn’t look up from his feet, his legs stretched out in front of him as he leans on the back of a bench in front of the building. He opens his legs, and a new pair of feet step between them. “I think I recognize you, you must be my new roommate. Just a tip, when you have to come out because of the fire alarm, you take a jacket with you. Specially when it’s winter.”

Anakin looks up, his eyes immediately locking on the ones of the man in front of him, his lover, his husband. His soulmate.

“Sorry,” Anakin says, “I only speak with strangers if they are holding a sandwich.”

“Ah, I’ll keep that in mind for the next time.” Obi-Wan answers while nodding. “Will you remember the jacket?”

Anakin had remembered the jacket. But just before he opened the door he had seen that Obi-Wan was due to return from work in the next 5 minutes and had decided to leave it home.

“I don’t know, I think I may need someone to push the lesson into me.” Anakin says, Obi-Wan raises his eyebrows, an amused twink in his eyes. Anakin wants to kiss him. “But I am wearing jeans this time.”

“I can see that.” Obi-Wan says.

“And if I wear my jacket I have no excuse to do this.”

Before Obi-Wan can react or think about his words, Anakin reaches out and tugs his shirt out of his pants and, while Obi-Wan is distracted looking around at the people around them to check if anyone is paying attention to them, Anakin snakes his hands under the piece of clothing.

Obi-Wan inhales sharply and looks down at him, and Anakin knows it’s not only because of the touch of his cold hands against his heated skin, but because Anakin moves one of his hands immediately to his side, the exact place where he knows the soulmark is. Touching it sends an electrifying sensation through both of their bodies, a sensation that has been deeply explored with hands and lips and more, in a heated or lazy way under bedsheets, absentmindedly on cafés and cabs.

Obi-Wan’s hands move to hold Anakin’s, and for a second Anakin thinks that he will pull them away, too cold for Obi-Wan’s tolerance but he pushes them further against his body before he runs them up Anakin’s arms.

Anakin leans forward to rest his chin against Obi-Wan’s chest and look up to him, and Obi-Wan wraps his jacket around the both of them as best as he can while Anakin draws patterns against his skin, against his soulmark. There is a small smile on Obi-Wan’s lips when he looks down at Anakin.

They must look ridiculous.

Anakin doesn’t care.

Obi-Wan looks around again before his eyes settle back on Anakin.

Anakin will never get tired of looking into them. The beautiful blue and grey or even green depending on the light. He is so in love it’s almost ridiculous. The man in front of him is his soulmate, and Anakin will never get tired of revelling on it. He loved Obi-Wan before he knew they were soulmates, when it only brought headaches, confusion and guilt. He loves him now, when it’s easy and warm and passionate and heated. And he will love him in the future, when the grey hairs on Obi-Wan’s temples expand, when his smile lines grow, when they start appearing on himself. He will love him then too, and that’s the thing Anakin is most sure about in his life.

“I think it may be some time before we can go back to our home, do you want to go get some coffee? Maybe an early dinner?”

“I’m not wearing a jacket.” Anakin mumbles as best as he can with his jaw still against Obi-Wan’s chest.

“And is mine suddenly not enough?” Obi-Wan asks.

Anakin moves his hands so he can properly grab Obi-Wan’s sides, still under his shirt. He ruined Obi-Wan’s proper tucked-in-shirt look but he doesn’t care, and Obi-Wan doesn’t seem to care either. He could stay here, with his fingers against Obi-Wan’s skin and wrapped by him forever, but it will probably start being uncomfortable soon.

“You pay.” Anakin says as he finally pulls away.

“Whatever you say, my dear.”

#neighbours au #writing stuff #ask game #please i love them #if it wasnt clear out home is a SINGULAR home #this is like a month or a couple months after they get together and they are already sharing obi-wan's flat #thank you for the ask!!!!!

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icelandsgirl · 2 months

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omggg so the song inbred by ethel cain is 1000000% norice dynamic. in this essay i will dissect each line of the song and showcase to you, users of the website tumblr dot com, where they fit into my personal norice ideas

"Bare naked under my nightgown, pissin' on the stove to put it out": So imagine this, if you will: After a very long day at The World Conference, Iceland decides to stay at Norway's house rather than take a long-ass plane ride back to his. I mean, it's just one night, right? What could possibly go wrong? But the two start drinking and Iceland absolutely CANNOT handle his liquor, I mean, this man is drunk off his fucken ass after like, A shot of vodka. Iceland has always loved Norway as more than a brother, and he knows his own alcohol tolerance is low, which is why he has always been careful to not drink with Norway, because he never wanted it to come out. And I Oop! sksksksksksksksk so much for that lol. He hasn't even been at his house for like 15 minutes and he goes straight for "you're so fucking hot we should totally fuck lol" and Norway is SHOOKETH bc he never thought his brother loved him back. Now, Norway is NOT in love with Iceland romantically, only in a sibling sense. BUT he is so desperate for Ice to love him back, he just decides to go for it. The two fuck, Ice tells Nor he loves him, Nor says it back, they fall asleep in the same bed. Iceland wakes up at like 3am with an 'oh shit what the fuck did i do fuck fuck fuck shit' and it was at that moment that he knew he fucked up. big time. he doesn't wanna just wander around his big bro's house naked, but he has no idea where his clothes are, so he throws on one of Nor's really long shirts and just goes out in that to think things over.

"Watchin' him through the holes in his door, suckin' on the back of his leg to stay warm": After he collects himself as best as is possible in this situation, he opens the door to the bedroom just the tiniest bit and finds Norway sitting up in bed shivering in the cold, and lemme tell ya, this man notices EVERYTHING and i mean EVERYTHING so he turns and makes dead eye contact with Ice and they both know they fucked up so bad but they can't put it into words. they know they've ruined everything and there's nothing they can do.

"Older brother made a name for himself with the cops, scumbag fuck but I swear that he's not": Iceland know everything terrible thing Norway has done. Every time he had taken someone's life. Every time he had burned a village to the ground. Every city that he pillaged, every unspeakable word that had left his lips to his so-called 'friends' Denmark and Sweden, every time he had been burned at the stake for witchcraft, every time he left Iceland all on his own in the cold of winter, in the dead of night, with no one to help him. And Iceland has always loved him. And they both know it now.

"He's so good to me and to nobody else, so you should watch yourself": The one person Norway never wanted to hurt was his darling baby brother, and try as he might to hide it, Iceland has always thought that no matter what he did to anyone else, Norway was a good person because he always took care of him.

"Mama's comatose, she can't leave the bed, something smells rotten and it's starting to spread": During both the Plague Pandemic and the Plague of Justinian, particularly the latter however, Norway was violently ill and Iceland was sure he was dead or dying. The fear that he felt through those years had stuck with him for so that the existential dread he felt for his brother was just a background noise in his everyday life.

"He's bad, I'm worse, we're already dead, we're already dead": Norway has done terrible things, but so has Iceland. He had pushed Norway away for centuries even when he knew how badly it hurt him. The feeling of emptiness when things were right between them was a void in Iceland's stomach leaving him feeling hollow. Things are over between them. Things will never go back to the way they were.

"We wake up and all the fuckin' lights are off": It's a dark night and the darkness seems to only get darker the longer they stare at each other, neither one willing to speak. A lump gets caught in Norway's throat. He's always been scared of the dark.

"You can't win 'em all, who knows how much longer?": Iceland is the first to crack. He drops to the ground, shaking, sobbing, dying inside, and he knows it's all over. All the games they played between them, with Norway pushing the boundaries just a little too far, and Iceland pushing him back out, isolating himself. Everything they had was now gone.

"I'm laid on the floor, touch me 'til I vomit": Iceland curls up into a little ball on the floor, letting his teardrops fall onto the carpet. Wordlessly, Norway gets up and sits down next to his little brother, stroking his hair. After a moment, Iceland grabs Norway's wrist looking him dead in the eyes. "Touch me 'til I vomit." And he does. Norway touches Iceland until he vomits. Until the sun rises in the distance and the only thing that exists is the other person.

"I'm not scared of God, I'm scared He was gone all along": Norway never takes off his cross hairpin. But he does now. He rips it out of his hair and throws it across the room, watching spitefully as it bounces off the wall. God never really was on his side. He just liked to pretend.

"Who will take the fall? Who of us is stronger?": At the end of everything, they look at each other. Neither of them wants to admit fault. Iceland believes it's Norway's fault for treating him the way he did, abandoning him and then smothering him. Norway believes it's Iceland's fault for initiating, for having those kinds of fantasies about his own brother. But they both know the truth.

"You just wanted more, if you could, you'd have fought it": They are both to blame. They both wanted this. They brought this upon themselves. They knew deep down this was not one or the other. They both fucked up, but neither wanted to admit it.

"But you know you're not, from the start they knew you were wrong": They made a silent pact to each other, a silent agreement to never speak of this again. But neither wanted that. They wanted each other. Fuck. This was going to be hard to explain.

"Older brother made a name for himself with the feds, white trash dick but I love him to death": Iceland did not get on his flight back to Iceland. The Icelandic Prime Minister or whatever they have there (idk this was badly researched and on a whim on a Tuesday afternoon written straight into Tumblr no beta or save when I should be studying for my PSATs tomorrow but idc) has left him a million missed calls. Iceland gets up with Norway. The two eat breakfast. They go for a walk. They spend the day in silence. There are no words needed.

"He's so good to me and to nobody else, so you can fuck yourself": At some point that evening, Denmark calls. He wants to know what Norway's doing and if he's seen Iceland because he keeps getting calls about this. Iceland shakes his head to Norway and Norway responds with 'no i haven't sorry' and hangs up the phone. Denmark knows they're together. Ice is missing and Norway doesn't even care? Not likely. But that doesn't matter to the brother. Denmark can go fuck himself for all they care right now.

"You get off on innocence so you savor this, does your baby know her daddy's a rapist?": Denmark and Norway were a lot more than friends at one point. But Denmark took Norway for granted. When Norway was ill and intoxicated, and blinded by affection, Denmark did the most deprecating thing one living creature can do to another without completely killing it. He raped him. He raped him every night for every long torturous year Norway was forced to live with him. Iceland always knew. He could hear the screams. But he never said he knew. Why would he?

"He hates the way you look at me, you're already dead, you're already dead": Norway told Denmark one night that he would stay forever, never fight back, never scream or cry, do anything that was asked of him if he could please, PLEASE, just leave his baby brother alone. It was a good deal. And Norway suffered in silence.

"If he wakes up, I'll show you what I'm talking about": Denmark knew what was going on that night. He had seen the looks Iceland gave to Norway, the love in his eyes. He hated it, but he also hated what he had done to Norway, so he didn't go to check up on them. He promised he would leave him alone. He would leave them alone.

"You can't win 'em all, who knows how much longer?": Iceland stayed at Norway's house for several weeks. Denmark, trying to redeem himself to some degree, called the Icelandic PM to explain that Iceland was with him, sorry. Iceland and Norway spent every second together. They never wanted to be apart ever again but they knew they would not be that lucky.

"I'm laid on the floor, touch me 'til I vomit": Iceland said goodbye. He knew he had to. And it broke his heart, drove a knife blade directly into his soul. But he saw him, hopped on a plane whenever given the chance and the two would be one again.

"I'm not scared of God, I'm scared He was gone all along": They know they can't fuse their countries; it would be a disaster. So they remain waiting, close enough to feel the pull but far enough to feel the distance. Forever seperated.

GODDAMN THAT GOT LONG AND DARK OOPS

#aph iceland #aph norway #hws iceland #hws norway #norice #whale brothers #inbred #ethel cain

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peachymilkandcream · 7 months

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Can you please give us some HCs about Evelyn :) Like her quirks, likes, dislikes, hobbies, habits, facts about her, etc.

General Evelyn Headcanons

(A/N: I have been waiting waiting for this request! I realize I haven't given much detail on Evelyn but I did that because it's her story yes but because Levi is the way he is he's taken it over. So I'll also categorize each of these so I can do each one on the list! (I don't have a faceclaim to put with this for Evelyn tho bc I'm not an artist so sorry about that. Unless someone wants to slide in the inbox for a more detailed description 0_0 jk jk)

WARNINGS: None, she is literally perfection and doesn't deserve Levi's ass but I love causing her trauma

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Likes ->

It's been lowkey mentioned before but Evelyn is a big reader, Hange introduced her to it and now they give each other book recs.(Hange always insists on recommending smut to piss off Levi)

Girlie is an autumn enthusiast, even though Levi thinks of her as his spring (yes it's a Fruits Basket reference don't @ me) Pumpkins, cozy blankets, leaf crunching, the whole nine yards. She would be that friend if camera's were more available to use bedsheets and take pictures as ghosts

Avid music and dancing fan, obviously the only music they have is classical and Levi taught her how to dance which is what they used to do until the wedding

More often than not she'll grab the paper from Levi in the morning and look at local death cases and try and figure out who did it before reading the full story, although she's stopped since Levi deemed it "unladylike"

The staff that do talk to her recently started teaching her to bake, although unfortunately Levi was the recipient of some failed attempts.

In the winters she occupies her time crocheting, she can only make blankets, scarves and mittens but hey, Levi now has an endless supply

Hange used to be (and still kinda is) her best friend, I didn't show it much because the series is supposed to be about her and Levi not her and Hange but they were besties for a long time

She hates to admit it but baths with Levi is actually very relaxing, he's warm and it's nice to be up against his chest like that

Dislikes ->

Levi lmao (obvious answer)

She's honestly and truly afraid of the dark, she's younger than Levi but not that much younger and she's still afraid of the dark. Shadows coming in the night scare her so in those moments she (unwillingly) clings to him. Although part of her wonders if he drapes clothes and things a certain way to look like shapes

She hates hot weather, she's not in love with the whole sundress without panties summer vibe, too hot and sticky

Cooking is her worst enemy, baking is fun enough but cooking will be the death of her

Erwin (again obviously)

The Survey Corps uniforms, who the hell designed the white pants in mind come on

Hobbies ->

As mentioned so I'll just go over quick, reading, baking, crocheting :)

Habits & Quirks ->

She's a habitual sleep without panties and just a shirt person, everything else is too warm and annoying, tibbies free to the wind

While cooking is the bane of her existence, she is a firm believer of fuck around and find out there, making amalgamations of food when she cooked for herself

Designated mom friend, she makes herself (before with Levi but now herself) the one who makes sure the underage Scouts don't get ahold of booze and make a fool out of everyone

She'll keep you in check but if you do get in a bind she'll walk you home and hold your hair back to puke

She enjoys having her hair played with so she'll sit for hours and let whoever wants to braid her hair or do funky styles, she just likes the physical touch of it

No matter what she does she's cold as hell, Levi keeps the home scorching hot so she's comfortable, he'd rather go around shirtless than have her freeze

Fun Facts ->

For fun she let Hange use bleach on her hair and now she highlights it when she can, Levi still lets her since he's learned how to do it and it makes her hair interesting

Levi cuts her hair, he already does his own so he's learned how to cut her curly hair

She keeps her hair in pin curls, which isn't usually the style for the officer's wives since they're usually older

Levi used to bring her flowers randomly to woo her but she's just come to like getting them

One time she wore one of Levi's shirts to bake as an act of revenge if it got stained but when he got home and saw her the idea of her wearing his clothes was so hot he encourages her to wear them all the time

#attack on titan #break me slowly #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x oc #levi x reader #shingeki no kyojin #yandere levi #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi x reader

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zhongrin · 2 years

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Can you imagine

Zhongli acting like a reptile, cuz I like them

During winter

You come back from a busy day at work. It was first time that snow actually fell in Liyue harbor in years. It's very cold, but most people are mesmerised with cold weather. Harbor is for the first time since you put your first step in it completely quiet, watching in awe beautiful snowflakes fall from the sky.

You enter your house, which is actually moderately warm.

But Zhongli is gone.

It would be nothing unusual if you didn't know that Zhongli started his small break today, just a week, since he felt tired and off.

You look through the house and in your bedroom witness a rather strange sight.

Every blanket is stacked and rolled in a big mountain of cloth on top of the bed. You, intrigued come closer to see what's that about and only then you see some of zhonglis hair sticking out from under one fluffy blanket. He is shaking and looks like he is sleeping. Until he groans and tries to bury himself further into the pile, visibly shaking.

He opens one eye and slowly whispers "cold"

I think I would burst out laughing lmao

hshldfhsdjhf i'm gonna cry this is so adorable and perfect i can't luke pls this is too cute-

imagine him looking at you like 🥺

personally i would proceed to do the fastest shower in my life and change into my pjs (because my asian ass defaults to think sweat + outside clothes = gross gross ew ew not in my bed) and join him in the pile and melt as he snuggles into me bc he desperately needs warmth.

#genshin impact #zhongli #rin answers #zhongrin #this turned into a selfship i'm so sorry #but it's such an adorable idea hjshdjfhsjhdf

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bookwyrminspiration · 10 months

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also fuck the not being able to dress for the weather!!! i am lucky to have a vaguely good grasp on what to wear even without knowing the weather (which is majority bc my standard outfit for anything is short sleeved shirt, long pants, and a sweater tied around the waist in case it ever gets cold? maybe i don't have a sense i just was always prepared?) but i did have a very close friend who is also very bad at gauging the weather and 😔😔 man it sucks!!! u did have a fair instinct though a lot of ppl who work in the sun tend to wear longsleeves, but they are supremely uncomfortable

also ah yeah. coming to terms with difficult things while experiencing nature is i feel like. a common experience. will not say more about it though can always lend a listening ear privately if u need!

I've been making a bit out of not dressing right for the weather for so long that I somehow forgot. That the bit started because it was true. I'm not like idiotically terrible, I do have some sort of a system (below 35F is pants weather, below like 45F--I forget the exact number rn--I wear either long sleeves or pants, but not both), but in general I don't dress properly. I'm a shorts in winter girl </3.

Summer is usually better thought because at the core of it I like to wear less. I like shorts and crop tops and tank tops and small clothing items that show a lot of skin--both for aesthetic and sensory purposes. So summer months are well suited to that! Except for my need for socks at all times, that can get a little uncomfortable, but not as uncomfortable as not wearing socks. I just. Don't adjust my outfits when it gets cold as quickly as I should. I keep wearing my shorts and crop tops regardless. but it's usually only a winter problem

Which is partly why i was so exasperated with myself yesterday because it was like...i love underdressing its all I ever do and NOW i'm OVERDRESSED?? when I specifically tried to be properly dressed? like c'mon can't I have a win? I wore the longsleeve because it's colder at the top of the mountain and I was anticipating more wind, but then it was quite warm--at least until the storm hit, and then I was like oh thank god this works out for once. I got my win. But until it hit I was walking around in my bra

And yeah, there's just. Something about thinking when in nature that hits different. It wasn't necessarily that I had the realization, it was more me...giving it more space in my head? And better acknowledging it? Because it's been creeping up for a while (months if not over a year), and I've known it's been creeping, but I haven't wanted to face it. But I know it'll be better and more responsible if i do so I'm trying to do it (gradually) even though its scary. And recently I've been actually looking at it more instead of turning away, and i think yesterday just happened to be a turning point where I'm more determined to go through then wanting to turn away. Which is nice, even if it's terrifying. Anyway, that's very vague as it is personal (it's got to do with queer identity) and this is public, but I do appreciate your willingness to lend an ear--I might just take you up on that <3

#quil's queries #soryasongsaa #long post #i have been actively repressing and it's like. it got me to a certain point but I don't think. it is helping me to do so #but going through with facing the implications is. a daunting prospect #even though I know I'll come out alright in the end #AUGH being a person is so much sometimes #it's the opposite of my wardrobe choices #<- me making jokes because I'm being vulnerable #<- me being self aware of that tendency to try and minimize it

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heniareth · 2 years

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HI HELLO HEY THERE MY FRIEND 8D 8D 8D *waves like is flagging down air traffic* For the FMK alternatives I would like, if I may, to request number 6 (go clothes shopping with, go to ikea with, go grocery shopping with) with beloveds Astala and Ilanlas, and Zevvo!

Thank you!! Hope you're having a lush day 8)

OH DONE!! This is very good, very good indeed!! Let's say I've lost my worldly belongings and that's why I need to do such an extensive bit of shopping to apice things up, shall we? Oh, the decision is clear as day.

... actually it's not.

clothes shopping with Astala. I'm tempted to take Zevran bc clothes shopping is a Chore(TM) and he'd make it very fun, but I think Astala (my darling girl) would get more out of it and we could go a bit crazy over the clothes. We'd haw and hem over the price together, but at the same time we'd have a blast with beautiful fabrics and patterns and cuts and laugh about the more ridiculous outfits stores try to sell. I will try to buy her something. Maybe a dress. Maybe a warm winter coat so she's comfortable. Maybe both. She'd try to refuse and I would insist for putting her through all the trouble in her story. And then we'd march down the street in our new clothes, proud as can be, and have some coffee. Well, she'd have coffee. I'll have tea. Or maybe we both get hot chocolate. And go to town on some cake. It's a (platonic) date!

Ikea with Ilanlas. He'd try to drag me through the exposition section into the place where they actually store the furniture they sell while I would want to look at all the cute made-up rooms that are totally impractical, but we'd enjoy the trip. He gets a plushie. I think he'd like it. The main good things about having Ilanlas come along is that he's very quick to make decisions where I'm not and he's very solution-oriented. Need a new chair? Here's three options. Which is more comfortable? Does it fit in your room? Is the price acceptable? Yes? Done. Let's go to the check-out. Nor but-what-ifs and i-don't-knows. We could also join forces to put the chair together. He's good at that and I'm also not bad. It'd be what the Germans call an Erfolgserlebnis.

go grocery shopping with Zevran. I really, really want to take Astala along as well because she loves food, but she'd get all shocked at the prices and put her hands to her head when I clean out the chocolate section. She'd get the necessities and make the magic happen by cooking. Zevran though; Zevran would be very good at letting me get stuff I like but also nudging me to try new stuff. A bit of a culinary adventure. Besides, Astala's well acquainted with the old "going to the market with friends to get stuff, browse and talk". For Zevran, I think, being able to go grocery shopping and just relax and have a look around would be more unusual. Don't ask me why. Maybe because he's not had that many friends to do this with (ouch). The Zevvo will also get some... what would he like? What wouldn't he like? Definitely some chocolate, definitely some regional specialty. He'd enjoy that as a specialty (apart from the fact that it's food and tastes good. I think he's quite receptive to the delicate and the special. Specialties are sadly still lost to Astala bc they're overriden by the big old excited squeal of having tasty food). And, you know what? Imma make them all dinner since we're at it. They deserve it for helping me with the shopping. If I'm making meat I'm not accepting criticism, Ilanlas >_>

Thank you very much for the ask!! This was fun to think about and a very welcome distraction (and a lovely chance to spoil these three rotten. Heck yeah!!) XD XD XD I hope you're having a great day yourself!! Take good care ^^

(Ask comes from this ask game)

#astala tabris #ilanlas mahariel #zevran #fmk #ask game #for fun

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verfound · 1 year

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I might be late to the party but If you're still taking WIP game questions I'd like to know about a couple! Winters: -I want One -Keep Your Mate Warm -Scratchpad - The Stairs House Band: -Papa's Ink -Harold the Glitter Cow -Maman's First Maman's Day

I was gonna add a couple other from the dingo files and the main folder but I didn't wanna be too greedy 🤣.

Ha ha, definitely not too late! Let's see what I got here...

So I am gonna start by saying any file/folder labeled "Scratchpad" is exactly that: scratchpads. I don't like to completely delete stuff, because I might find whatever was happening doesn't work there but might work somewhere else? Or there's a line/idea I liked but wasn't working out right at the time. So I have little Scratchpads with old drafts/nixed ideas. I was struggling with Luka's reaction in Some Scars Run Deep, so that's the majority of that scratchpad - a few versions of the latter half of that fic where things weren't coming together right.

"I Want One" is set around that last chapter of Winter's Fury and focuses on Juleka and Rose. Specifically, Rose meeting Clara and immediately going home and telling Juleka "I want one. Now." After WF wrapped up I had like three or four fluffy ideas that all got jotted down as "Owed Fluff", but then Princess Heartmaker took over and nothing beyond notes has come of them yet. 😂

Same thing with "The Stairs". In the last scene of WF, remember how Tom mentions what Luka thought was a closet was stairs/a second floor? And Luka was asking Marinette about it, but she was like "later I'm sleepy"? I wanted to go into a bit about how that was Marinette's next project once he finally started sleeping again: she is trying to move forward and look ahead to their future, and they both have said they still wanted more snakelets (even with everything that happened with Clara/Lila), but her cottage was only ever meant for a single person. So she made a second floor so they'd have room for their family to grow. It was becoming too much to include in WF, though, so I had it set aside as something to play with later.

"Keep Your Mate Warm" is actually "Keep Your Mate Warm (and Your Friend's Mate Warmer)". Quick found this prompt:

“Because, your house is freezing. What’s with the weird possessive thing around the thermostat? Let her be warm, for fuck’s sake. And, before you get weird. Yes, we were naked in bed. No, we weren’t doing anything sexual. We were watching cat videos. She wouldn’t cheat on you. I offered, but she said no.”

“Leave - before I kick you out of my house.”

“Gladly, it’s warmer out there.”

And made the comment how it would be a great Dingo prompt - specifically Winters Dingo, if I hadn't...y'know. So it starts with Marinette out by the river around the turn of season, when it's still cold enough to be an issue, and Perry runs into her, startles her, and she falls into the water. Hits her head or something so doesn't immediately come out, and she's freezing when he fishes her out - so he takes her back to his home, because it's closer, and sets about warming her up (getting her wet clothes off, shoving her under a million blankets, cuddling up in wolf form bc body heat). When she wakes up it's awkward but she gets it, only when they get her home and tell a half-awake Luka what happened he starts to overreact - until Perry gives him shit for that time Brielle went to check on him in the winter and found him asleep and half-dead outside his cave and did the same thing. Which was all done to get us some Winters Bri, really. 😂

Aaand for the HB fics...

...a common theme you will notice with a lot of HB prompts is "Quick sent me X and..." 😂 There's a reason we call them Dammit Quicks. 😂

"Harold the Glitter Cow" is from a video she found where this girl is grooming a cow, and the final step is adding a coat of glitter? Which got this idea in my head of this one older cow named Harold (it's not even a bull - it's a cow, and for some reason the kids named her Harold) that Mellie wants to make pretty, so she gets her with a glitter bomb. Which makes Luka go, "Ok, Mel, we're teaching you how to do this right." So it's all about Mellie learning how to properly groom a cow, and yes, there are ways to coat them in glitter, but don't use your maman's stash what were you thinking.

"Papa's Ink" is Bloody's fault. 😂 She found this BNHA picture of Aizawa grading papers while Eiri colored in tattoos on his arm, and it Sparked Things. Luka, before his sleeve was complete, working on something when he feels something tickling his arm. Looks down and Mellie's there, coloring in his sleeve with her markers. It's keeping her calm/occupied and is cute as hell, so he doesn't say anything. And it keeps working, so maybe he gets a few outline tattoos specifically for that purpose? He takes pictures of the colored ones before he washes them off to save (maybe hangs 'em on the fridge like a Dad or saves 'em to use as Embarrassing Baby Photos when the kids start dating).

"Maman's First Maman's Day" is another DQ. She found this vid of a daddy taking his toddler to Target to pick out Mother's Day gifts, and one of the things the girl grabbed was a sexy nighty bc "it was pretty". So it's set when Harm's still little, like the Mother's Day before Mellie comes along, and Luka takes her out to get Marinette something for Mother's Day. And it's mostly safe, until Harm finds a black underwear set or something that she thinks is pretty/likes the feel of, and Luka's like "No no no Maman won't like that" - so Harm grabs for a pink one, because of course Maman will love that one. 😂 It's mostly just daddy/daughter fluff, but Luka totally sneaks the underwear in as his gift.

(If you want more feel free - going through these helps me remember which ones I need to get cleared out. 😂 Some of them can be short/quick and just get buried under Other Projects, so yeah totally help me get a checklist going! 😂)

#wip asks #ask game #wip asks jan 23 #miraculous ladybug #lukanette #endgame lukanette #lukanette endgame #luka couffaine #marinette dupain-cheng #winters verse #house band

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elizmanderson · 1 year

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15 mutuals*, 15 questions

*if I can come up with that many mutuals' handles when my brain is doing like. dial-up noises rn. can I even answer the questions? let's find out!

thanks to @vcaudley for the tag!

there are (as you have probably noticed) more than 15 questions, so feel free to pick and choose (or just not play, because a tag is not an obligation)

I did 15 plus a bonus question about whales

Are you named after anyone?

my maternal great-grandmother on my grandma's side, who lived to be a hundred

2. When was the last time you cried?

oops, at the end of my yoga class this morning, for no discernible reason :,) just suddenly got the Big Sad and had to go stand in the bathroom for a couple minutes until I calmed down

3. What’s your eye color?

hazel

4. Scary movies or happy endings?

happy endings, we are too soft for scary things in this household

5. Any special talents?

6. Where were you born?

7. What are your hobbies?

8. Have you any pets?

halloween the cat, who enjoys a basket of warm laundry fresh from the dryer and wants to know why you're looking at him all funny when he is simply making use of what is currently the coziest place in the house

9. What sports do you play/have played?

lol under duress, basketball and track. under my own steam, archery.

10. How tall are you?

shorter than the internet thinks I am, apparently

11. Favourite subject in school?

art

12. Dream job?

gonna echo @vcaudley's "the honest dream is to have enough money to not need to work"

like I don't have a dream job really? obviously I want to have a career as a writer, but...I would rather not depend on it for my income, given how fickle the industry is even IF you manage to sell multiple books, which at this point in my career is no guarantee

so for a day job I'm doing admin work. after a decade of working in grocery stores, I'm happy just to have a full-time job that pays sort of halfway decently, actually has benefits, and doesn't leave me exhausted or keep me constantly working outside my scheduled hours. the millennial dream lolsob

13. Do you prefer owls, capybaras, or flamingos?

(d) all of the above

14. What is your favourite soup?

a tomato-basil soup that in the family we just call winter soup. it's like an extra-hearty tomato-basil soup with carrots and onions and a roux, and you eat it with croutons and sour cream and parmesan

15. What is your favourite…rock (idfk)?

16. Choose a familiar: 1) very dumb, very loving disobedient dog. He loves you but will never listen to you ever 2) a raven that speaks but it only ever shrieks the name of various fast food restaurants 3) a toad that screams like a teenage boy instead of croaks

I will take the dog and simply always tell him to do bad things so he never does bad things because he disobeys my every word. if he loves me I will get cuddles and also I will not have to deal with shrieking.

17. Which planet do you feel like would be kind of an asshole if you met them?

uranus, obviously

actually that was mean

sorry, uranus

18. if you were a worm would you love me? this worm question courtesy of ✨ @/legiomiam✨

no bc I don't know you but I'm sure you're a lovely person

19. Least favourite type of clothing?

20. You are now in a horror movie—so sorry. Chance of survival?

probably zero since I'm very soft and also have to investigate every noise bc it's better to get up and find out what's making it than lie in bed being scared of an unknown noise 😅

21. Would you rather: the ability to instantly grow a perfect mustache, or ability to talk to vegetables?

22. What do you think of whales?

I think they're neat

tagging for optional gameplay: @victoriacbooks, @mslanna, @erinfulmerwrites, @avery-ames-personal, @amarajlynn, @wordsofrablack, @chatterboxprotocol, @danaiwrites, @doom-inique-writes, @gryffindorkswin, @luv3horse, @lucymason217, I think this is less than 15 but oops I'm also tagging you, if you're reading this and waiting for someone to tag you so you can play

#tag game #halloween the cat #questions

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taohs · 1 year

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the soundtrack for snk DEFINITELY is crazy good, i think i only watched up to season 2 but i can back you already on it being such an amazing series! if anything i probably am caught up bc everytime an episode aired id basically watch the whole thing through my dash lmao! is the manga still continuing? or did it already finish im not sure.

demon slayyyerrr, i love that show! i cannot wait til season 3 for a new arc. the last one was crazyyy omg i fell madly in love for tengen so fast and i always love the openings!! + soundtrack none of it has missed.

hehe if i told you my top 3 youd probably find out who i am wayyy too quickly. But from ones that I can think of, Horimiya! I love a good shoujo and im pretty sure the anime was long anticipated since the manga is popular! Plus the op is such a classic at this point and it reminds me of kamisama kiss's op!

its always amazing to have an anime that means so much to you that you're able to watching it a gahzillion times and it never gets old so im so glad to hear you have an anime like that for you! Theres plenty like that for me too that ive been rewatching lately :3

more questions yay! whats your favorite season? favorite music genres? and favorite pass time activity like if youre bored or have some free time! - your animanga secret santa c:

if you ever decide to pick up snk again i would definitely recommend it!! it's definitely such an amazing story (but traumatizing) and many of the characters are so lovable! the manga has ended last year (i think), but i didn't read past where season 4 part 2 stopped because i want to save my reactions for the anime. i'm really looking forward to the last season and how mappa will adapt it. i have high expectations for it and i hope that it receives the same amount of care that csm has gotten!

omg yesss season 2 really made everyone fall in love with tengen akljflfd!!! ufotable went hard with the animations! i'm never ever disappointed when it comes to kny's adaptations. have you seen the latest trailer for season 3 yet? it looks really good already! finally time for mitsuri and muichirou to shine!! <3

oo i heard a lot about horimiya! i really like the artstyle from what i've seen of it. shoujo is actually a genre that i haven't ventured very far into, even though they have a lot of good series! kamisama kiss' opening is fantastic so i'll take your word for it that horimiya's op is also good 👀 would you say horimiya is one of your favorite shoujo?

hmm i would say my favorite season is spring and summer!!! i really love the warm weathers and i get to wear cute clothes > u < i also generally feel a lot happier during those seasons, but i still love winter and fall because i get to snuggle under blankets to keep warm :'D my music preference is really all over the place so i can't pin down what my favorite is HAHA but i enjoy listening to a variety of kpop, cpop, anime, love ballads and pop music ♡ ♡ when i’m bored i usually like to watch TV, play games or make something in photoshop!!

#anonymous #answered #secret santa

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oleskellybones · 3 years

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spring is approaching faster than i thought please lend me your strength 😭

#skelly speaks #no matter how many years pass i cannot develop positive associations for spring #it's too ingrained in my head as the 'school season' and the time when insomnia becomes more painful #bc during the fall and winter if i can't sleep or wake up in the middle of the night at least it's still dark out #then during the summer the evening is a peaceful time when settling down is easier & has a clear window of It's Actually Night Not Just Dark #but the spring is like the worst of all seasons #light for way longer. not warm. sunshowers. birds waking me up at 5 am.#it's pure misery #i might actually tape contractor bags to my window and turn my room into research outpost 31 just so i don't have to deal with it #listen to sad winter music: well the sun is out you should be happy. listen to fun summer music: but it's still cold you can't have fun #wear warm winter clothes: too sweaty you ruined them. wear cool summer clothes: you have frostbite.#step outside: you are blinded by the sun and also shivering #i know it's supposed to be a time of birth and new life but nothing regrows until way late in the season #and I'm too tired and sad to garden this year #it used to be one of the only things that made me happy but I'm too stressed to start it #one thing i can always count on is my sunflower that's gone feral tho :') every year she comes back and looks more effed than last year #last year she came back as a fat stalk with several smaller stalks with half sized sunflowers on each stem #if the garden replants itself I'll always care for it but bringing it back myself is too much #that is one nice thing my mamma does is she adopts fruit/vegetable plants from people and puts them in my garden #but i think she just doesn't want me to think she forgot about my hobbies or something #anyway send me your effed up sprouted plants and I'll be forced to care for them bc i feel bad about letting a gift d*e #g-grew myself a l-little gard-d-den.... t-to grow my- 😭😭😭

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maximotts · 2 years

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𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑒𝑡𝑠 • 𝑤. 𝑚𝑎𝑥𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑓𝑓

a/n: this is based on this request that was supposed to be a part of the sentence drabbles I'm doing... yes I did get carried away, but it's FINEEE!! uhhh if anyone cares, I wrote a lot of this to Hypnotic by Zella Day

warnings: This is an 18+ AU; minors DNI; smut, copious smut; nipple play (r giving); lap grinding; semi-clothed sex; couch sex; slight mommy kink; aftercare bc y'all wanted to see more of that and I can't help but add softness to anything I touch

summary: Private Hire AU; Wanda refuses to wear appropriate clothes around the house for how warm it is aka she makes you her cuddle buddy and demands you fix her problems.

words: 2.5K

private hire au. || main masterlist.

Wanda had seen you staring, trying to sneak subtle glances over at her while you sat on the floor next to the fireplace. You’d claimed you’d been chilly, but now you regret your decision; the distance between you and where Wanda was sitting on the couch felt larger every second. Even by the hearth, the ground was cold and hard and Wanda looked so cozy under her large blanket, cuddled into one end of the couch while she watched some television show.

After a while the brunette took pity, “Come. Sit.” As warm as the blanket was, Wanda missed her faithful cuddle buddy. With Natasha away yet again, she’d commandeered you as her person to snuggle up to at will and there was no way you’d say anything, but as you scrambled over to the couch and she eagerly pat the cushion next to her, you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of your fearsome boss so openly soft.

The couch itself was warmer than the hardwood floor, but as soon as you started to melt into the plush seat, there was a larger, deeper warmth covering your front. Wanda perched herself on your lap as soon as she could, straddling your thighs all while keeping the blanket wrapped around her shoulders. “Careful, someone might think you missed me.” Now the both of you were swaddled in warmth, a secret cocoon crafted from your bodies and the cascading blanket, “How are you going to watch your show?”

She shook her head, placing it in the crook of your neck quietly, “I’ve seen it enough times that I know it just by listening.” You just shrugged in agreement and settled in, wrapping your arms around Wanda as she reached out and pulled them to circle her back. “It’s cold.” If you weren’t so close to her, you’d think there was no possible way your boss felt chilly, but once you began running your hands down her arms, the goosebumps were evident. If you told her the cause was almost certainly the old tank top of Natasha’s with no bra accompanied only by thin cotton panties Wanda had insisted on wearing in the dead of winter, the woman would’ve gotten pouty. So you kept your mouth shut.

The longer she burrowed into your touch, the more she craved it all over. Wanda needed to feel the warmth of your fingertips, but if there was one thing she hated, it was asking. Especially you. Wanda wished she could make you know what she needed and truly, most of the times you did, but you never acted without permission. She liked that about you, but it came at the cost of your initiative; the best workaround Wanda found was simply telling you what to do.

Chilled fingertips found yours, skirting them under the stretchy fabric she wore with a completely fake innocent tone, “I’m cold here, detka, and your hands are so warm from the fire…” Your brain short-circuited at first touch, Wanda’s skin dreamily soft even with evidence of her chill littering the surface. It didn’t take much convincing at all for your hands to roam, eagerly rediscovering every inch of her. “Remind me to have you give me a massage one of these days.”

The small moans did nothing to quell the increasingly inappropriate thoughts flying through your brain, images of all the other ways you wanted to make her cry out heavy in your mind. You rounded her rib cage slowly, thumbs brushing the bottoms of her breast for a split second, forcing your hands away as if she’d burned. Still, one touch wasn’t enough now; you wanted to hold them and if the stiff pair of nipples pressed against your chest told you anything it was that Wanda needed warmth there too. Too shy to ask, you went back to your routine, warming her midsection dutifully, but this time you focused on not making contact with the one place you wanted to be more than anything.

For Wanda’s part, she was frustrated in more ways than one. She needed you on her like she did oxygen, but in your hesitancy you were denying her and that wouldn’t do. She sat back with a sigh, skillfully keeping hold of her trusty blanket while discarding the tank to the floor, “It was getting in the way.”

If you weren’t drooling over the sight of her bare chest, you would’ve caught her near villainous smirk. No matter how dense you could be, Wanda never failed to get you back on track. “I saw you staring, dove. Just wanted to make things a little clearer for you.”

You nodded dumbly, reaching out for her while you licked your suddenly dry lips. You might as well have been in a trance with how effortlessly you grabbed her hips, pulling her back in until your eyes were right in line with such enticing flesh. “Wanda…”

Trying to lean in, just to press a kiss to the top of her breast, Wanda chastised you with a sharp slap to the cheek. It wouldn’t bruise, but it did hurt. “I never told you to use your mouth.”

“But—“

One reprimanding look shut you up instantly, quelling your protests for the chance at holding those pert breasts in your mouth and hands any time in the near future. “You’re gonna have to ask me nicely or you won’t get it at all.”

Wanda’s eyes were dark and full of mischief. She always so obviously got off on wielding her power over you; it was a miracle she wasn’t vibrating in your lap at the scene, but she was clearly wet enough if the burning heat pressing into your thigh was any indication. “Please, mommy?”

“Please what, baby? Be specific.” The brunette leant in until she was crowding you, on her knees for the sole purpose of her chest in your face. So close you could reach your tongue out and taste— but you weren’t allowed.

“I want to touch.” She knew what you wanted; you hated she was making you wait like this when you’d been so good as of late, always letting her handle you like a stuffed animal while she slept and working such painfully long private shifts without even a hint of complaint. It wasn’t fair.

“Just touch?” Wanda was being cruel, a trait she’d unfortunately picked up from her wife who tormented you both. Your sad puppy dog pout was almost enough to persuade her to mercy, but it couldn’t outweigh the high that she alone drew such desperation from you. Wanda knew you well enough to see the war of emotions play out on your features; you knew better than to push, but your pride still kept you from giving in just yet. She cupped your frustrated face in her hands, peppering placating kisses over your flushed skin, “I won’t say no. I just wanna hear you say it for me.”

Knowing you wouldn’t be denied gave you courage and when Wanda finally pulled away just enough to stare expectantly, you nearly stumbled over the words. “Not just touch, taste too. I want to make you feel good.” Wanda didn’t make you wait any longer, probably tired of denying herself too. She brought your head to her breasts and maybe too eagerly, you let your mouth descend on them, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses everywhere you could reach. Your hands came to cup each, holding and squeezing whichever one your lips weren’t on. Still, you carefully avoided where you knew she wanted you most, teasing her once for a change.

It was a dangerous game, you knew, but you couldn’t help it. Her fingers tangled in your hair, trying to push you, but you held out and it was oh so worth it for the chorus of needy moans gracing your ears. “Don’t be mean, kitten. You’ll make me regret letting you touch me.” Empty threat as it was, the mere notion of being denied this for good scared you into latching onto one pert nipple, sucking at the chilled bud until it was hot and wet in your mouth, “Oh fuck-”

Natasha mentioned once or twice how worked up Wanda got as soon as she turned her attention to her breasts, but it was only ever to try to fluster or embarrass her wife in front of you, presented more as a joke instead of actual information so you never thought much of it. But now, as Wanda used your slightly reclined position to rut her hips against your pelvis, clearly seeking out any friction she could find, you found there was truth behind the redhead’s words. When you switched sides, wanting to give the other nipple proper care, Wanda tightened her grip in your now mussed hair, forcing the two of you together until you were sure she’d smother you. “Wanda-”

“That’s not my name.” Her voice was surprisingly firm despite her frantic state, forcibly maintaining dominance; you were the one bringing her pleasure, yes, but only because she allowed you too.

“Sorry, mommy…” Wanda hummed in approval, petting your head affectionately to show she accepted your apology, “Do you like it when I touch you like this?” The brunette nodded quickly and when you glanced up you could see her eyes were closed, shut tight to focus on both your mouth and the growing tightness in the pit of her belly. You gave a particularly hard tug on one, just to watch her features scrunch up and her teeth sink into her bottom lip to prevent losing herself so quickly.

She hadn’t planned for it to feel this good; only Natasha had ever managed to make her cum this way, but she should’ve known from how talented a mouth you’d proved to have. “I love it, keep going, just like that…” You gave your teeth a test, grazing them over one stiff bud until Wanda shivered, “Oh! Again, you can do that again!”

So you did, a little harder this time, and her hips stuttered, thighs tightening around your midsection in a vice grip. She was close, you’d seen her like this countless times now, but never purely because of you. You had to admit it gave you a rush of satisfaction to have done it yourself; all you ever wanted was to make her happy and proud— what better way than this?

“I want you to cum for me, mommy,” You abandoned the bud despite the strained whine you heard, dipping down to bite the swell of her breast. It’d leave a mark for sure, but neither of you cared— not when you were rolling her neglected nipples under your thumbs, letting your teeth drag between the valley of the two fleshy mounds.

Wanda wanted to cum, needed it after the long day she’d had, but the unbearable wetness between her legs reminded her she was still wearing her underwear. Needy as she was, you would certainly tell Natasha and she’d never let her live it down. Still, Wanda was never one to refuse herself the reward of release and her brain was too blurred to think of a proper solution while your tongue laved over the stinging red spots you had blooming all over her chest… “Wait.. dove, don’t—!“ But then you were pinching her oversensitive nipples, catching them between your thumb and forefingers with perfect pressure and she couldn’t help it.

She came with a shout, hips grinding against you until you felt a damp spot through the fabric Wanda still wore. You stared at her with a mix of fear and longing, drinking in the sight of her riding wave after wave of her orgasm above you, but anxious for any possible punishment coming your way for making such a thing happen before she expected it. You let her settle in her own time, pulling your hands away in favor of slowly maneuvering Wanda out of her ruined panties. It was a struggle twisting her legs around to get them loose, but when you’d fully managed, Wanda sat back in your lap and gave you an appreciative hug. Her full weight lay on your body, catching her breath, “I didn’t mean to do that.”

“You won’t see me complaining…” The two of you chuckled lightly and Wanda said nothing when you took a leap and placed soft kisses into her hair. Wanda found her now naked body covered once more in the blanket that had fallen in her frenzy, her back and shoulders shielded from everything that wasn’t you or the plush fabric. More times than you could count you’d watched Natasha push Wanda to her boundaries and beyond, but no matter what they got up to —whether it was soft and nurturing or rough and brutal— without fail, Natasha was there for her wife while she recovered. As much as Natasha claimed to not be a cuddler, she’d let Wanda curl up to her side silently, for however long she needed, much like she was doing now. Wanda missed Natasha, even if she hadn’t voiced it; you missed her too, but more than anything you were glad to be able to be there for Wanda just as well. “I can go get you cleaned up and then we can go to bed?”

Wanda made a small noise of agreement, but she clutched tight to your shirt and made no motion to change her position and you froze, not sure if you should proceed how you wanted to. When she kept her grip, but stayed still as the minutes went on, you realized that you’d have to take charge this time. “If it’s okay, I’ll carry you? And I won’t leave you when we get to sleep, I promise.”

“Go ahead,” the brunette clung to you as you stood up with them both, your small grunt of exertion making her laugh. She hated anyone seeing her this needy; it took a while before Natasha was allowed to see her so vulnerable, but now she wasn’t the only one who had. It was you too. Her fear when her wife first saw her so submissive was that she’d lose the respect she’d so carefully cultivated over the years, but Natasha never did; her power and influence was never downgraded even when she saw her at her most submissive and Wanda loved her endlessly for that. And now, when she looked up at you, asking her if anything you did was okay, taking care of her while you ran her a warm bath and rambled on about some new bar staff, she never saw pity or malicious intent to control in your eyes. She loved you for that too.

Still, she had to make sure, “Not one word of this to Natasha, little dove. I’ll tell her myself if she asks.”

She watched as your entire body stiffened at her command, pleased with the confirmation that you did still indeed know who you belonged to. “I-I wouldn’t dream of it, Wands,” you stuttered, taken aback by her sharp change of tone.

Yep, Wanda still owned you.

#private hire au #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x f!reader #wandanat x reader #wanda maximoff fic #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximoff imagine #marvel imagine #motts writes.

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demetris-cocksleeve · 2 years

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Gosh i hope this works ^-^

I saw that your requests were open and thought "you know why not"

Soooo if you are up to it heres my idea:

"That scene in eclipse were Bella is with Edward on this Mountain because of the fight but switch bella with f/gn!reader and Edward with Jacob. Jacob holding reader warm etc"

Hope youll write it, have a lovely day/night <3

(A/n: so.. I actually wasnt going to do this simply bc I didn't want to have to copy down the dialogue, but then I got to thinking about the way I wanted the og story to go and decided to finally give myself and other members of Team Jacob what we've always wanted)

(I'm assuming by "switch bella with f/gn!reader and Edward with Jacob" you mean reader chooses Jake..)

(Side note: at the beginning, Edward hasn't proposed to you yet/you guys aren't official)

Hope you enjoy~❤️

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Warnings: Liar Edward, that's about it..

Age Rating: None

Jacob Black x GN! Reader x Edward Cullen

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The wind howled, whistling as it whipped around the small tent. Your teeth chattered even though you were bundled in countless layers of winter apparel and snuggled in a thick sleeping bag.

"I should've chosen a site lower down," Edward states from the other side of the tent.

"No, i-it's fine.. I'm ok-kay," you stutter out as you tuck the covers closer to your chin.

"What can I do?" He asks, a pained expression contorting his face.

A wolf howls off in the distance as the storm continues to rage outside the temporary shelter. The door unzips, letting in a gust of glacial air, and Jake quickly steps inside, zipping the tent back up behind him.

"I can't sleep with all that teeth chattering going on," his eyes shift to your freezing form.

His gaze stays on you for a second before shifting to Edward. With an unreadable expression, Edwards stares back.

"Forget it.."

"They may need their toes someday," Jacob fires back. "And let's face it.. I am hotter than you."

Jake starts toward you only for Edward's hand to shoot out and grab his shoulder, causing him to stop.

"Get your hand off me.." Jacob leers, eyes turning cold.

"Then keep your hands off them."

"Don't f-fight," you call out, trying to calm the two supernatural creatures before they tore the entire tent down.

Casting one last glare towards Edward, Jacob states, "If they gets sick, it's on you."

At that moment, you can't help the body wrenching shudder that passes through you causing you to involuntarily gasp from the force of it. Surrendering, Edward begrudgingly nods towards Jacob, signalling for him to enact whatever it was he had thought to do.

Unsure of what was about to happen, you watch as Jake moves toward you, slipping into the sleeping bag behind you. Upon feeling the scalding heat radiating off of him, you immediately curl into his chest; his arms coming to wrap around you and further tuck the bedroll against you.

"Wow, you're freezing, Y/n.. Relax, you'll warm up soon." Looking Edward in the eyes, he finishes, "Faster if you took your clothes off."

"Jake," you chide as your shivers start to dissipate.

"Survival 101," he says as he lays his cheek against your head, smirking.

All the while, you can feel Edward glaring holes into Jacob from across the space. Soon enough, you fall asleep, unaware of the conversation happening between the two boys.

"Can you at least attempt to control your thoughts?" Edward sneers at the werewolf.

"I really get under that ice cold skin of yours don't I?" He cocks his head at the vampire, "What? Are you doubting their feelings for you?"

When he doesn't respond Jake continues, "Nice.. so picking through my head's okay, but letting me into yours? forget it..

"Look, I know they're in love with you-"

"Well, good," Edward interrupts.

"-but they're in love with me too," looking down at you softly, he finishes, "they just won't admit it to themselves."

"I can't tell if you're right.." Edward responds, switching his gaze to the floor of the tent.

"Then let me ask you something," Jake startes. "If they choose me-"

"They won't," Edward interrupts.

"-if they do.. would you try to kill me?"

"That's an intriguing idea.." Edward chuckles. "..but, no; I couldn't hurt them like that."

"So you'd just turn them into a blood-sucking demon like you.." Jake nods his head condescendingly.

Turning indignantly towards the wolf, Edward argues, "I don't want that, I've never wanted that."

"So stop them."

"I tried; I left."

Meeting his gaze with fire, Jake states, "you gave up too quickly. If you'd stayed away another six months, I could have made them happy. Trust me, you have to consider.. that I might be better for them than you are."

"I have considered that. I know you can protect them; you can give them a life, a human life, that's all I want for them. I'm not.. I'm not going to force them into anything, ever again. Last time I tried, it almost killed us both."

"Yeah.. that I remember.."

Jake continues, "When you thought they were gone, that you'd lost them, how did you.. cope?"

"There are no words," Edward sorrowfully meets Jacob's gaze. "But I wouldn't wish it on anyone, Jacob.." he pauses. "This might sound odd.. but I'm glad you're here.."

Jake chuckles, "Meaning: 'as much as I'd love to kill you, I'm glad they're warm'."

Edward smirks and shake his head lightly, "If we weren't natural enemies, and you weren't trying to steal my reason for existing," he nods towards you, "I might actually like you.."

"Well, if you weren't planning on sucking the life out of the person I love, I might.." Jacob laughs quietly, "no.. not even then-"

At that Edward smiles to himself.

"-but they can still change their mind, ya'know?"

"Then I'd let them go.."

You woke up to an empty tent and decided to use the privacy to quicky get ready. Thankfully the storm had completely died down and all that was left was a beautiful layer of white snow across the mountaintop.

Stepping outside, a grey-brown wolf walks up to you, whom you recognize as Seth. As you greet the young werewolf, you see Edward make his way towards you.

"Where's Jacob? Did he already.."

"Not yet," he responds. "He's checking to see if the woods are clear before he goes."

Taking Edward's glance as a cue to leave, Seth bounds away into the trees, leaving the two of you alone.

"Sorry about last night, it couldn't have been easy on you.."

"It definitely won't make my list of top 10 favorite nights."

Chuckling disbelief, you ask, "You have a list?"

"All ten I spent with you.." He pauses, almost as if making sure of something before ending with, "Number one is when you said you'd marry me.. Mr/s/x. Cullen."

Before you can deny or ask Edward what the hell he was talking about, Jacob cleared the tree line.

"You're marrying him?"

Startled, you go to move towards him, but Jacob takes a step back, jaw set in anger.

"Jake, I.. No-" but he's already leaving.

Turning toward Edward you seeth, "You knew he was listening! Jake, stop-"

Reaching out to grab you as you start after Jacob, Edward mutters, "Y/n-"

"Don't!" Brushing him off, you continue down the incline to catch up with Jake.

"Jake, stop!"

Catching up to him you try again, "Jake, please-"

"I'm done. I'm so done."

"He- he was lying, " you desperately try stop him.

"Yeah, right.."

"What can I do?"

Turning to face you, he snarls, "you can't do anything, but I can. By going out there and killing something!"

"N-no! You're not thinking clearly, don't do that!"

"Maybe I'll get myself killed and make it simple for you.."

"No! Just.. Jake stay," you plead on the verge of panicking.

"Why?" He steps closer, "give me one good reason.."

"Because I don't want to lose you.."

Shaking his head, he says, "it's not good enough."

"'cause you're too important.."

".."

"Still not good enough," he turns to start leaving again.

Knowing there's only one thing you can say that will truly get though to him, you yell, "Jacob!"

He stops but stays facing away from you. Faltering as you know what this will mean, you can't help but to realize how easy the words come to you.

Taking a deep breath, you say it.

"Kiss me!"

He turns to face you, a look of apprehension on his face.

"I'm asking you.. to kiss me," you repeat as you meet his gaze.

Taking long strides to reach you, he hesitates before slamming his lips to yours. Kissing back, you bring your hands to tangle in his hair as both of his grip your waist. Pressed against each other on the mountaintop, cold air surrounding your heated bodies, you kiss until you're both out of breath.

Foreheads resting against each other, you breathe in each other's air as you catch your breath. Jacob's hand comes up to hold your face as he kisses you one more time.

"That should have been our first kiss.." he whispers. "I gotta go.. I'll be back."

He leaves to join the rest of the pack, leaving you to reflect on your choice, which, while made unexpectedly sudden, felt so right.

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missmonsters2 · 3 years

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today I feel awful... idk my insecurities are taking over me and I just want to curl into a ball and cry. maybe it's my hormones maybe the fact that I weighted myself and found out I gained weight (I can't fit into my jeans 😭) and the fact that I saw my sister in a tight skin dress looking perfect while I'm in my pj's just destroyed my confidence. I need something angsty to read to make me forget about my sad, miserable lffe right now. would you be down in writing sth angsty with nat maybe? you don't have to though. it's fine either way. I really appreciate all of your work and I keep reading on repeat whenever I'm feeling down. makes me cheer up. thank you, van ❤️

It's like we're the same person because I also went to visit my sister recently and my sister has gotten her life together and is living her best hot girl bod while I...let's not go there.

I just want you to know that you're hot as fuck and a body is just a body that we can change with time and effort. We're lit rally in this together. This time next year, we will be rocking the body that makes up happy and we'll be healthy!!! 💘💘

But I will still give you nat angst...but with a happy ending bc I said you deserve a HEA!!

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The Withers of Springtime Bloom

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Spring is a time of blooming and when things come back to life. You can't help but notice things that may be causing your relationship with Natasha to wither.

Warnings: self-esteem issues, insecurities about body, relationship with working out and food, seasonal depression. angst with HEA.

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You're not sure when things changed.

Things change so slowly after all.

Without you noticing, things change and change and change until one day, you do notice.

You notice that Natasha has become quieter, somber.

You notice the lack of date nights and affectionate touches.

You notice that you've let yourself go a little.

You're standing in front of the mirror, staring at your body with a frown. You've gained weight since dating Natasha, but relationship weight gain was normal, wasn't it?

But you remember how Natasha was just as fit as she was before she met you. Sure, she was a superhero, and you were a regular civilian; there was no reason for you to train long hours as Natasha did.

Still...

You turn to the side and peer at yourself in the mirror again.

You can't help but wonder...were you becoming less attractive to her?

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It had been the beginning of fall when you met Natasha. You loved the season of change and when things turned into warm colors before withering away for winter to come.

Natasha had come like a blessing, and in the winter, she was just warm as the colors of fall. Instead of withering away, she bloomed and invested that warmth in your relationship with her.

Despite always being an early riser to work out, weekends were the days she stayed in bed with you just a little longer. There had been so many breakfasts, lunch, and dinner dates. You found yourself moving things around or neglecting to work around her busy schedule.

Perhaps that was when things began to change. Eating out so often and forgoing working out to spend time with Natasha was what led to this.

Spring has arrived, and things are coming back to life. Yet somehow, your relationship with Natasha was withering away.

"Hey," you greet her as you come home, shopping bags in hand. You bought some more clothes when things felt like they didn't fit comfortably anymore. The experience had been upsetting for you, and you didn't end up buying too much, telling yourself you didn't want to spend too much when you were going to lose the weight.

Natasha was working in her office, peering down over reports, and barely acknowledged you other than with a hum.

"Long day?" You ask her as you put your things away and walk over to her.

"Yeah," Natasha sighed. "Trying to get these reports done since Maria needs them tomorrow."

That had been Natasha's excuse for spending long hours in her office every night for the last two weeks.

You place your hand on Natasha's shoulder with a reassuring squeeze, but she leans to the side as if to readjust herself, but still away from your touch.

The sting immediately comes, but you try to push it down, so it doesn't hurt as bad.

"Right," you say hoarsely, but Natasha stares on at the reports. "I'm just going to get ready for bed. It's been a long day and all. Let me know if you need anything."

Natasha gives you a nod as you leave the room. You feel awkward as you lie in the bed you share with her. You wonder if you're taking up too much space.

There's a pang of something as you try to curl yourself to be smaller and only distantly realizing you've skipped dinner before you fall asleep.

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You fall back onto the mat, chest heaving and your lungs burning.

It's been a while since you've worked out, and now you're definitely paying for it with how unfit you are.

The gym is moderately empty with the hour it is. You hate going to a public gym because it always feels like someone is staring, but it's better for strangers to stare than working out at the Compound for people you know to stare at you.

The rational part of you knows that you should just talk to Natasha, but the emotional side of you whispers that you won't like what Natasha has to say, that she might even end it before you've had a chance to change yourself.

When weeks pass, and you weigh yourself again, you almost start crying because you've only lost a couple of pounds.

It's normal, you know it is. You're losing weight at a normal rate, but it's not enough. You know fast weight loss wouldn't make sense for your body but you also feel you don't have half a year to go back to your normal weight.

You sit on the bathroom floor for hours, debating what to do when you hear a quiet knock.

"Sweetheart, are you in there?" Natasha's muffled voice comes through.

You wipe at your eyes furiously as you stand up.

"Y-Yeah," you answer back. "I'm just in the tub soaking."

There's a moment of silence through the door before Natasha answers back, "Alright. Enjoy yourself. Did you want me to order anything specific for dinner?"

"No, it's okay," you tell her. "You order anything you want. I already ate on my way home." You think about the chicken salad you've been eating for the past two weeks and almost sigh.

Natasha answered that she just came back to see if you've eaten, but she actually had to head back to the Compound. You were Natasha shuffling around before leaving through the front door, and you let out the breath you were holding.

You actually take a long, hot shower before putting on sweats and a big hoodie.

The truth was, you were hungry. The chicken salad was okay on the way home, but it had been a couple of hours since.

You knew starving yourself wasn't the answer, so you went into the kitchen to see if you could find something healthy to hold you over until you could go to bed.

But you can't find anything in the fridge except for Natasha's leftovers from whatever she ordered the day before. You can't find anything except frozen pizzas and microwavable foods.

You check the calories on the back and let out a frustrated sigh. Checking your watch, you realize it's too late in the evening to go grocery shopping because, by the time you get there, stores will have closed.

You slump down on the floor, leaning against the cabinets as you let out a pathetic whimper while your eyes became hot with tears.

You miss Natasha. You want Natasha holding you and telling you it would be okay. But you couldn't have that until you were back to what you were when you met her.

The front door suddenly opens.

"Have you seen my—sweetheart?" Natasha started to call before she noticed you sitting on the floor. "What's wrong?"

You use your sleeve to wipe at your eyes as you sit up straight.

"Nothing," you sniffle before you start to stand. "I just stubbed my toe against the edge of the kitchen island. What were you looking for? USB? You left it next to the bedside."

Natasha stares at your back, hair still wet as she takes in your attire.

"It's a little hot to be wearing a hoodie and sweats, isn't it?" Natasha asks softly. "Doesn't seem like you turned on the aircon in here."

You keep walking, but Natasha starts to follow you.

"'m cold," you say quietly so she can't hear the tremble in your voice.

"Are you feeling sick?" Natasha asks with concern as you sit down on the couch, turning on the TV. You pull the blanket over you as if to make your point.

"No," you tell her because you don't want her to worry. "Just cold after a bath."

Natasha sets her things down before she takes a seat next to you. Even in the low lighting, she can see your eyes rimmed red and dampness of them.

You're refusing to look at her as you have your knees drawn up to your chest and stare stubbornly at the TV screen.

Then she hears it.

Your stomach grumbles.

"Are you hungry, sweetheart?" Natasha asks softly again. "We can just order food and stay in tonight."

Your cheeks grow hot. "Don't you have to be at the Compound?"

You don't mean to snap at her, but you can't help but feel embarrassed.

Natasha remains quiet for a moment, quickly thinking over the last few weeks before she feels guilt trickle in.

She doesn't remember the last time she ate with you—doesn't remember the last time she saw you eat.

"Sweetheart," she calls you gently again, and you bristle at the tone. "Is there something wrong?"

The fragile dam you've built to keep the weeks of compiling emotions at bay breaks, and you're hurtling down the stream over the waterfall.

"Are you not in love with me anymore?" You choke out as you begin to cry.

You can't even register to feel horrified at your breakdown because you just need to know.

"I know...I know my body has changed since we first met and I've gained weight but I really am trying to lose it. I just—I feel like you're avoiding me. At first, I thought things at work have been really stressful for you, and I wanted to give you space but you're gone all the time. You're gone even when you're here."

Natasha can barely understand anything you've said after hearing you say the first part. Her breath hitches painfully in the back of her throat, and she legitimately feels appalled at herself.

She starts to say something, but you keep going.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to make this about me because if you're going through something then I want to support and be there for you. But I can't help but feel like you're grossed out by me. I mean—I feel grossed out when I look at myself. I feel like I'm taking up so much space—"

Natasha cuts you off abruptly, pulling off the blanket as she pulls at you until you're in her lap.

"Nat—"

"You're not gross and this is not about the weight you have or have not gained. You hear me?" Natasha says forcefully as she holds you close to her, hand over your thigh to keep you against her.

"God, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry if I've been making you feel like you're not attractive me," Natasha's eyes well up as your tears wet her shoulder. "You're literally still the most gorgeous person I've ever met and you're always going to be that to me."

Natasha's hand at your waist dips underneath your hoodie, her fingers trailing up your back as she sighs at your warmth. "I should've told you, but the springtime is just really hard for me. It's odd because it's a time for things to come back to life but some of the worst things have happened to me during the spring and things blooming makes me think about things that aren't coming back. I think it's also just a little bit of seasonal depression too. I'm just the rare percentage that gets it in the spring."

The explanation makes your body sag with relief because while you feel so horrible that there is a reason Natasha doesn't like spring, she's not falling out of love with you.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize that I was hurting you," Natasha apologizes again. "I didn't mean to be so distant but I didn't want to bring your mood down as well, which is why I've been working so much to keep busy."

"It's okay," you muttered as your turn your head, forehead pressed against her neck. "I'm sorry spring is depressing for you."

Natasha merely hushes you as she kisses the side of your head.

You begin to feel awkward, thinking about how you must be heavy on her and try to move, but Natasha doesn't let you.

"Sweetheart, I don't know how to convince you that you're perfect to me," Natasha says so seriously as she forces you to look at her. "If you want to lose weight because that is what you want, then I support you. But I need you to understand that I love you no matter what. I don't care either way because you're so fucking lovely to me always. Do you understand?"

Timidly, you reply, "Okay. Thank you."

Natasha presses her lips against yours in a long kiss before she pulls back.

"Now, I'm going to ask again. Are you hungry? We can order in and watch that new show on Netflix I heard was pretty good from Wanda."

You feel lighter. You think you might still want to work out because that would make you happy, but you don't feel the rush like you did just a couple of hours ago.

"Yeah," you say shyly. "But maybe something not so heavy?"

Natasha nods as she presses another kiss into your cheek as she helps you settle onto the couch right beside her to grab her phone.

"Anything to make you bloom."

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catzula · 3 years

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a/n: this is a lil brain dump bcs I've been really inactive lately, sorry!! I wrote it in one sitting and I dint really know how I feel about it but yeah

warnings: toxic relationship i think? But its resolved in the end. Angst, miscommunication, anger management issues, conflict, break-up, but as I said, resolved in the end.

honorable mentions: female reader, 1.9k words, not proofread

Katsuki Bakugou.

Many might think he's an open book, a simple, hotheaded boy with anger management issues. He doesn't know any feelings other than anger. He can't understand others' emotions, doesn't care.

They were right about him being bad at controlling his emotions, but everything else was false. Bakugou had never been a simple person, and it was rare he met someone who truly understood him. You, for instance, were the only one that had come as close to understanding him, but no one could ever understand someone fully, could they?

Still, ever since he had met you, Bakugou was trying to change, or he liked to think he did. You did, too.

You tried to ignore those times it became apparent that he couldn't, didn't, wouldn't. As much as Bakugou tried to prove to you that he was giving it his best to try and change, there were times that proved it incompetent, not enough, and even a lie.

But you always did your best to forget, suppress the thoughts. It was near impossible not to when Bakugou came back to you, an apology hanging from his lips -although never spoken-, warm hands pulling you to him for a hug.

He's trying to change, you repeat to yourself. He's trying to change.

You think of the last fight you had and shiver as he lies on you, eyes droopy with sleep, nuzzling his face to your neck as you rub soothing circles on his back. The way his back rises and falls steadily makes you smile.

It was gradually getting worse, the fights.

As the months passed and exams approached, Bakugou became even more jittery. You felt your heart sink as you remembered his spitting words, "you're not even in the hero course! How would you fucking know how I feel?" But you did. You knew your boyfriend far too well, and even though you weren't experiencing it firsthand, you could see how stressful it was for him.

"Stop fucking babying me!" He had shouted when you tried to approach him, to get him to calm down. "Can't you see I'm trying to change? I'm doing all of this for you, and you keep asking for more- I-I'm doing it for you, okay? I'm trying to become better, so stop asking for more!"

You weren't asking for more, that, you wanted to say. You were trying to-to help.

"I don't want you to do this for me, if all the reason you're changing is for me, stop! I want you to change for yourself, not for me!"

That was unfair, how he was looking at you like he hated you, like he wanted you to disappear.

It's okay, you tell yourself. Katsu's with me now, in my arms, calm, promised me he would try to get better.

And he did, too. He always did. After a fight, Bakugou became the kindest person you knew, treating you like fragile glass, showing you love in his way. And it always led you to think. This is it. No need to worry anymore, you tell yourself when he kisses you softly, oh, so- so softly that you're sure there's no way this man that's holding you like this would ever hurt you ever again. Never.

That never is never longer than a few days, though.

In a few days' time, he- Katsuki forgets. The spite comes back, the snarky comments fitted in his sentences, the slight anger in his eyes. Why is he so angry? That, you can never tell. He's furious with you all the time, even when he himself doesn't know it.

"Katsuki?" You whisper meekly, and his eyes flutter sleepily. "Do you love me?"

Yes, he wants to say, I love you more than I love myself. But it's a soft grunt you get as an answer.

It's okay, though, since you understand it well.

"Tell that extra to bring my shit back." It's a gruff sentence voiced with a fury that tears you away from your thoughts.

For a second, your heart leaps. It's Katsuki! But the feeling sinks quickly. "It's Bakugou to you." You remember when he told you that, you remember too well the way he spitted the words as if he had spitted them on your face, a lump appearing in your throat quickly. He's not talking to you, rather about you, and it stings even more. You're the extra now, an extra that has his belongings in their room and nothing else, and he can't even tell you to bring them himself. Kirishima does it for him.

A half a bottle of his perfume that was never successful at suppressing his sweet smell.

A sweatshirt of his that he knew was your favorite.

A pair of socks, pencils and some other pieces of clothing, the usual.

A full, newly-bought bottle of his shampoo.

For some reason, that last one hurts more than anything else. It's not the shampoo itself, rather the fact that it's new, that Bakugou bought it just a few days ago when breaking up was never a thought.

Why did you break-up? It's very complicated. So complicated that you don't know it yourself. But you do know that he's angrier than ever, with you even more, for some fucking reason. He can't stand the sight of you, you know, he knows, too.

Bakugou himself doesn't know why he's so angry at you. He was the one who broke up, so what gives him the right to feel like this? Why do his hands clench into fists with the sight of you? His heart beating twice as fast with fury, head dizzy, his teeth clench, he can't breathe, a tightness heavying on his chest. With anger, he repeats. All these feelings are because he's so angry with you.

The day you knock on his door, a soft thump audible from the other side of the door, Bakugou knows you brought back the box of his belongings, and he wants nothing more than to open the door and pull you in. But what is he going to do after that? He doesn't know. All he does know is that the lump in the back of his throat is because he's holding back angry shouts. His eyes are stinging with tears that are caused by anger. There is a feeling boiling in the pit of his stomach that makes him feel sick, but it must be fury.

Why did you leave it to the door? Couldn't you have waited for him to open it and look at you for once? Do you hate him that much?

You have the right, too.

Bakugou hates to see you cry.

It's so annoying, he decides one day, as he catches a glimpse of you crying in your friend's arms, hugging them, telling them how much you missed Bakugou as they rub circles on your back.

"He never deserved you, anyway." He hears them say. It makes you cry even more.

Seeing you cry always makes him feel angry, Bakugou decides.

The way he discovers the reason for his anger is in a rather sick way.

All it takes is for him to see you laugh.

It's spring, the winter you broke up is over, the feelings aren't, though.

You're laughing, and you look so pretty under the tree, body swiftly shaking with laughter that doesn't seem to end.

Bakugou knows you like spring, and he notices it's been more than a winter since he last saw you laughing like this. Even before you broke up, he realizes you hadn't been laughing as you did now. That realization stings. You always laughed, smiled when you were with him, but it had a tinge of bitterness that never seemed to go away.

For the first time, it doesn't anger him, but it hurts.

Somewhere inside, Bakugou had always been able to sense your bitter melancholy. It's a feeling you felt even when you were the happiest, but he just hadn't realized it. Like pieces of a puzzle, every other realization starts dawning on him too.

He was angry at you because you always made him feel like he could never make you happy. All he could do was make you cry, you cried and cried, whenever you were with him, and it made him feel so frustrated- he hated it, he hated, hatedhatedhatedhatesyou.

But it wasn't you, it was never you Bakugou was angry with, but it was Bakugou himself.

Bakugou hates himself for never being able to make you happy.

Bakugou was never angry at you, he realizes. He was heartbroken. All those times he thought it was fury he felt when he saw you-

People think Bakugou doesn't feel anything other than anger.

They're wrong.

Bakugou feels many other things than anger, but he doesn't know how to differentiate them.

The next time you meet, there are two changes you realize about each other.

It's a cold night, another sleepless one you let yourself feel everything you suppress during the day. You don't expect to hear footsteps approaching you, it's the dead of the night and very cold, but you freeze when you take note of the sweet smell the sound brought with it.

You can't speak, do anything other than raising your eyes that are wet with tears to see if it really is the owner of your heart.

"We need to talk."

You don't want to, but you missed his voice more than you thought, that you're unable to leave.

But it's the moment your eyes meet with his blood-red ones that you realize why he's here. For the first time in a long while, there isn't a trace of anger in Bakugou's eyes.

He looks sorry, and that night is the first time you hear him apologize to you.

Despite how much he wishes it was, this apology isn't the last.

Bakugou is flawed. He will and does make you cry, maybe more than anyone else. He knows it, and you do too. But love is a strange thing, and it took him years to realize that you would rather cry your heart out than be without him.

So this time, when he takes you between his arms and lets you cry, two things have changed since the last time you both were in this position.

1: You noticed that this wasn't going to be the last time you cried because of Bakugou.

Throughout your relationship, you hoped, prayed that fight you had was going to stay the last, it never was. This way of thinking was flawed, damaging the relationship as much as the fights did. Bakugou could feel your growing sadness, dissatisfaction, fear that you were going to fight at every smallest disagreement you had, and they did nothing but make him angry, turning the conflict into a full-blown fight.

2: Bakugou wants to change. And not for you, but himself.

He wants to be a better person. He always did, but it was only because you asked him to. He wanted to be better for you, and it was the only thing he could think of whenever you told him he had to change. Its pressuring, made him insecure, made him feel like anything he did was never enough. But this time, right then as he envelopes you and pulls you into his embrace, Bakugou wants to be a better person. Not for you, not for anyone else. He just wants to be better, and he will start here.

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