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hahafixon · 9 days

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Small Town Dreaming ~ *Choi San*

Summary: San's business has been growing ever since moving to town and he's been seen as a rising entrepreneur. While you're content with your little B&B, you're ready to take the next step with him: becoming the ultimate business partners.

Pairing: Choi San X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Oneshot

Word Count: 1777

Warning: N/A

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Taglist: @samepoisonsamevine @mxnsxngie @maeleelee @imagine-a-life-like-this @kpop-will-kill-me

A/N: Part 2 to Small Town Living. I strongly recommend reading that one first.

The bell above the Bed and Breakfast door caught your attention. After plastering on your customer service smile, it quickly melted to something more genuine when you saw who it was. Your rigid and professional posture melted as you rested your head on your hand, elbow propped up on the counter before you.

"Well, well, well. Look who it is! Mr Big Shot Businessman himself! He's come to grace us with his illustrious presence!" You teased him, your cheeky grin growing with each word.

San shook his head and slipped off his blazer. "Oh please. You're embarrassing yourself."

"Hey, I'm not the one who spent the last week at a business seminar at the best business college in the country."

"I wasn't even a keynote speaker. I was just the opening act for some other small business tycoon." He sighs before slipping behind the counter to give you a soft, sweet kiss on the cheek. How you missed his kisses. He's been gone for too long.

You shrug and pull him into a hug, allowing him to rest his head on your shoulder. "Still, it was quite the honor for you to be invited. Did you have fun on your little business trip?"

He nodded against you. "It was fun. I met some very interesting people, learned a lot about what it takes to run a business, and was up to my ears in business cards. The food was pretty good too and the hotel's pool was ginormous."

Nodding along with him, you reply, "Wow. That does sound like a lot of fun."

"Still, I couldn't help but find myself missing home." He mumbles before pulling away to press one kiss to your forehead and another kiss to your lips. "How did you fare without me?"

"Well, the Bed and Breakfast is still standing, so that's a good start." You chuckle to yourself as he smiles. "But other than that, nothing big and exciting happened. It's a small town, so when does anything super big and exciting happen here?"

"Hey, quit selling this place short. It has a lot of charm, you know." He shot back with a teasing grin before kissing your forehead once more.

"You're right, you're right." You nod before letting out a little sigh. "It's just... you get to go and do all of these fun business seminars and I'm stuck here waiting for you. Forgive me for sounding a little jealous, but I think it would be super fun if we were invited to go together. You know, like a power business couple."

He hummed to himself and solemnly nodded. "Well, my dearest, I'm glad you brought that up. Because I met some very interesting hoteliers while I was at the seminar last week."

"Someone's Mr. Popular." You tease him, playfully poking him in the chest and earning yourself a scoff.

"I suppose you could say that. But I brought up your grandmother's Bed and Breakfast, and how you've been running the place all on your own since her health has been on the decline. And they wanted me to tell you that there is a big hotel conference and workshop this summer for two weeks. They want you to be a speaker for one of the workshops."

Your jaw dropped at his words. "They want me? Really?"

He smiled. "Yeah, they were really impressed by your work ethic and commitment to your guests. They said if they like what you bring to the table at that conference, they'd be open to making you a keynote speaker at their next conference in the winter."

You could feel your heart practically beating out of your chest with excitement. You always knew you were good at your job and could handle anything that was thrown your way. But to have other people not only acknowledge your hard work, but to ask you to be a leader for others? It had you bursting with both pride and joy. This was the opportunity of a lifetime and you were definitely not about to waste it!

"Absolutely! I'd love to go!" You clapped your hands in delight.

Of course, that's when a terrible thought crossed your mind. "But, who's going to manage the B&B? My grandmother is still pretty weak. I can't ask her to resume responsibility for two weeks. That wouldn't be fair!"

San shook his head. "Don't worry, I already have it covered. My sister and her husband said they would love to handle things while we are out of town. Remember how well they did the last time we had them lend a hand?"

You nodded as you remembered your week long vacation out of town for your three year anniversary with San. It was the perfect getaway with the perfect traveling companion. And the B&B did just fine under their care. Yes, you would definitely be okay with this arrangement.

With a sigh, you raked your fingers through your hair. "Well now I have to think about what I'm going to say at this conference! How do I cram years of knowledge into a twenty minute speech? How many stories are too many stories? What if people only pity me because they think I'm only doing all of this for my grandma, and not because I want to? There's so much to do and I only have three months to prepare!"

"Hey, relax!" San gently takes you by the shoulders. "You're going to be just fine! Besides, I'll be here to help you if and when you need it. I've done a good number of these speeches. I think I know my way around a business conference."

You sigh and melt back into his embrace. "What would I do without you?"

He shrugs. "Who knows? Probably still running around this Bed and Breakfast looking for something to do since you can never sit still for long."

"That's true..."

San sighs before pulling away with a bright smile on his face. "But, let's not worry about this now. Instead, I have dinner reservations tonight for the two of us at the nicest restaurant in town. They're in about an hour and a half, so we should probably start getting ready now."

You nod. "Alright, sounds good. Meet back in the lobby in an hour?"

"Done."

And with that, the two of you scurried off to get ready for dinner. It wasn't often that San surprised you with a fancy night on the town, so you weren't about to let this opportunity pass you by. You assumed it had to do with the fact that he had just returned home from his latest business trip. He always tried to do something nice for you when he came home. Considering this was his longest one yet, a fancy dinner seemed like the appropriate surprise. And you were more than happy to indulge in some wining and dining with your favorite person.

After meeting up in the lobby, San escorted you to his car and drove you through the town to the restaurant. You marveled at all the lights as you drove by. Sure you've seen them countless times before, but they still took your breath away each and every time. When you arrived, the two of you linked arms and entered the restaurant. The two of you were seated at a beautiful table with a view of Main Street. So far, everything was perfect.

Dinner also was exquisite. San ordered some pretty expensive wine and you both had luxurious food fitted for your tastes. The conversation you both indulged in was fun and light-hearted. Everything was going so well, you couldn't imagine a better night.

"You know I was thinking." San said as the two of you left the restaurant. "How about a quick stroll through the park? It's not far and it is a beautiful night."

How could you say no? As soon as you nodded, he gently led you to the park. Again, the two of you talked about anything and everything under the stars. You found yourself leaning against him, enjoying his presence more than usual. You didn't want this night to end.

San stopped right in front of a willow tree before facing you. "Alright, I have a confession to make. I had an ulterior motive for tonight."

You slowly nod, a drop of ice cold anxiety slipping through your veins. "Oh?"

He nods. "It has to do with what you said earlier, about us being a powerful business couple."

That eased your mind somewhat and your shoulders relaxed. "Yes? What about it?"

Your ease did not last long as he took your hands and knelt to the ground. It felt like both your breath and your heart stood still. You both had talked about this before but you never knew when or if he would ever ask you. You kept as still and as silent as possible as you awaited his words.

"My dearest, this last business trip was the longest I've been away from you since I moved here. And I realized while on that trip, I didn't want to be apart from you that long again. I want to be a powerful business couple with you. I want to be the best couple in the world with you. I want to help your Bed and Breakfast soar just like you've encouraged me to take my taekwondo studio to each new level. I want us to break barriers and shatter glass ceilings together, never letting the other fall behind. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. So I ask you, please, will you marry me?"

Tears welled in your eyes. It felt like you couldn't get the words out, but you managed to choke something out. "Yes! Yes! Absolutely yes!"

San wrapped you into a tight embrace as you cried into his clean white shirt. When you caught your breath and cried out all of your happy tears, he gently placed the ring on your finger. It was absolutely beautiful and it almost made you start crying again. But San was there to wipe away your tears.

"I can't wait to begin a new chapter of my life with you." He whispered as he stared lovingly at the ring on your finger.

"Me neither." You sigh before letting out a little gasp. "Oh my God! We need to call my grandma!"

Before he could say anything, you whipped your phone out and FaceTimed her. As soon as she popped up on the screen, you told her what happened and showed her the ring.

The first words out of her mouth were, "I TOLD YOU SO!"

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kpopjust4u · 1 year

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Can’t fight this feeling.

Post Date: 29th Ocober 2022 Content: Fluff - NCT Dream/ U Jeno x Reader WC: 1.6K TW?: Mental health warning!!/ Established relationship Request?: Yes

Masterlist Prompt list

Prompts: 1 - “I need you here” 2 - “Please don’t leave me” 4 - “You love me, don’t you?”

It was one of those days, where you struggled to even comprehend the idea that Jeno would even choose you in the first place, questioning yourself on why he’d even pick you when you knew for sure that there was someone better suited for him. It pained you to think this way, knowing you shouldn’t, knowing he wouldn’t be with you if he really didn’t want to be but it keeps replaying in your mind.

Especially tonight, where you’re battling your demons about the whole situation, looking at videos of your boyfriend from his recent shows, heart aching at how much you love him and couldn’t see yourself with anyone else but you couldn’t say the same when it comes to the other way around.

Knowing it probably wasn’t the best to keep it bottled up, you hesitate pressing the call button, knowing he’d want to know when you’re not feeling the best but you also didn’t want to risk bothering him with your issues when you know he’s got enough on his plate already.

Ring.

“Hey, bubba, what’s up?” Jeno answers, sounding incredibly happy to be hearing from you despite the slight pant on his voice, hinting to the fact that he’s been busy practicing.

Hearing his voice made you smile, your voice is soft when you try to answer him, “Nothing much, are you free later? I need you here,” you ask, biting on the skin around your nails from a combination of nerves and general mindset that you have right now.

“Of course, I’ll be straight over in about half an hour. Is that okay?” Jeno sings down the phone, knowing something is up but he doesn’t want to pry, not over the phone anyway.

For the first time during the day, a huge grin creeps onto your face, blush coating your cheeks from how sweet he was, sickly sweet but that’s what you adored about him, how gentle he was, how he literally didn’t have a bad bone in his body at all.

“No need to rush, babe. I love you, see you soon,” you reply with a shake in your voice, waiting for the day he never says it back, waiting to be hurt but through your mind tries to play tricks on you, he sings it back down the phone, making kissing noises down it before hanging up.

Then it was time to play the waiting game, not sure of what to do with yourself as you try your best to keep your mind distracted, looking through your Snapchat memories, laughing at the videos that you managed to capture of your boyfriend and his members. How you loved being around them, though sometimes it felt like you were a third wheel whenever Jeno and Jaemin were together.

With the video to follow of those two, in particular, you can’t help but remember how you and Jaemin got into a little fake fight about Jeno.

“Hey baby,” Jaemin cooed at Jeno who throws himself on him, crushing his friend into the couch as you sit opposite them, you rolled your eyes at their idiocy. Then it clicked what Jaemin had called him, knowing he was joking but you get slightly defensive.

“Hey, that’s my baby!” You whine, pouting as Jaemin poked his tongue out at you, trying to cup Jeno’s cheeks to attempt to kiss him but Jeno tries to escape his grasp.

Jeno laughed at his friend’s failed attempt as he crawls over to you, engulfing you in his embrace as Jaemin dramatically sighs, clutching his chest, “I thought you loved me more!”.

You couldn’t help but laugh at him, giving him back what he gave you, sticking your tongue out at him as you successfully place a kiss on your boyfriend’s cheek and he instantly gets red and all giggly. He returned the kiss as Jaemin “dies” on the couch, peeping at you with one eye open trying to get Jeno’s attention.

The reminiscence of that memory is cut short when you hear the faint sound of knocking on the door. Your heart stops momentarily, looking at the time and if it was Jeno, he was half hour on the dot. Trying to muster up some motivation to leave the couch, you push yourself up, slugglishly forcing yourself to the door.

Though seeing his face when you open the door, you gain a little energy, throwing your arms around him as you pull him into your apartment, giggling as he picks you up to spin around with you. Enough to make you slightly dizzy but you couldn’t help but laugh at his cuteness when he stops, looking into your eyes before peppering the tip of your nose with kisses.

“Are you doing okay, bubba?” He asks, still holding you up as he walks over to the table, placing you down on it gently, hands glued to your hips as you try to cover up your emotions but your face tells it all, “Come on, you know you can talk to me”.

“Just one of those days, I guess. My brain keeps trying to tell me that I’m not good enough for you,” you sigh, feeling defeated by your own emotions, looking into his eyes and wishing you never had to feel that way.

Jeno felt that too, it hurts him that he knows because of his idol status, it must be hard on you as his girlfriend. But he loves you more than life itself, and if he didn’t debut, he would never have met you and that aches him more. He loves what he does because it brought you into his life.

He doesn’t say much to you, leaning into you to wrap his arms tightly around you, keeping you close as he caresses your head, letting you have your moment as you rest your head on his shoulder, “You’re more than good enough for me, if anything, you’re too good for me”.

As much as you want to believe what he says, your brain just has other ideas for you as you scoff at his shoulders, tears pooling in your eyes and making them glassy, a tear dropping onto his shoulder.

“Hey, don’t cry baby. Come on, let's go play Mario Kart. I know how much you love that game, I’ll let you win,” Jeno suggests, laughing at you when you lift your head up to look at him, closing your eyes slightly to glare at him.

Shaking your head slowly, you pinch his cheeks, “I don’t need you to let me win, I’m better at it than you are,” you hiss teasingly in reply, lightly pushing him out of the way to race him to the couch, grabbing the controllers ready to play.

Of course, you could win, though if you were better at him was the question of how many close calls there were. Laughing and gently bullying each other, nudging each other’s arms to distract one another from the game.

For the time this was going on, you completely forget about your insecurities, just having fun with your boyfriend was one of your favorite pass times, but you also loved watching him play video games with his members, watching his face drop when someone would purposely make him lose. That was the face you were trying to get but he was behaving today, not having a tantrum, just smiling whilst cheering for you when you win.

But that’s when things take a turn, from winning the last four games you’ve played, Jeno switches it up a notch. “Accidentally” nudging the controller out of your hand, or generally distracting you with kisses so he wins the next two games, making you pout as you knew he was doing this on purpose. Okay, maybe he was slightly bitter about losing to you four times.

Knowing this was all to get you to laugh, you decide to play along, throwing the controller down next to you on the couch and leaving the space next to him as you get up to your feet, ready to walk away as he takes hold of your hand tightly.

“Please don’t leave me,” Jeno pouts, whining at you as you struggle to hold back the giggle that makes you red in the face from trying to suppress it.

He continues to tug on your arm, pulling you back down onto the couch as his arms snake around your shoulders pulling you against him as you face away, still trying not to let that giggle escape, “One more game, please?” he whispers, planting kisses on your head.

His cuteness is unbearable as the giggle is finally let loose, nodding to him as he squeals excitedly, passing you the controller before starting a new match. You don’t even move from the position, just throwing your legs up onto the couch as you cuddle into him.

Though the games don’t last for long, the novelty of it running off quicker than expected when the next minute, you’re scrolling through movie options, humming at each other at the choices until you find one that interests you both.

Now you were in your comfort zone, adjusting slightly on the couch so you lay in front of him, one arm underneath you as the other is lazily draped over your side, hand resting on your stomach. Enjoying every moment of spending this time with him, just relaxing until that one thought comes back into mind.

“Babe?” You voice, hearing his small “mhm” from behind you as you turn your head to look at him, smiling at his little grinning face, “You love me, don’t you?".

Jeno’s hand that rests on your stomach rises to cup your face, making you smile and nudge yourself into the warmth of his palm, sighing quickly before replying to you, “So much, I love you more than you could ever imagine baby”.

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ventiswampwater · 1 year

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hey hi someday when u have like ten minutes would u teach me how to write please??? just cause that itty bitty lil snippet you just shared made me physically ill and altered my brain chemistry permanently. if u could just like........sneeze on me......maybe everything will be okay????

dsjhjdsfhjfdshjdfs MEG HOW DARE U SAY THIS WHEN EVERYTHING U WRITE HAS MY BRAIN ON FIRE

just for u, I dredged out the rest of that absolute horrorshow. it's been gathering dust in my docs for months

it's weird speculative fucknonsense like, oh shit!!! boseph and the reader are stuck in a timeloop!!!! an ouroboros of pain and misery!!! it's all v confusing out of context but I definitely.........wrote it jdsfhjhdfsjhdfsj

"There has to be something wrong with you." Your mother looks at him across the kitchen table. He brought tulips. You can't tell if she's wearing her face or someone else's.

"There's something wrong with everybody, mama." You've never called her that. Is that your mother? Is that his? You don't remember her hair being that shade, but your memory isn't what it used to be.

"I hurt her on purpose." Sometimes it seems like he's grown more teeth and they're crowding into his mouth. They've gone sharp again. Wait, look at the flowers on the table. Carnation now.

"So, you got a brother?"

He has two. Two and you've kissed both of them. You'll do it again. They know what your cunt tastes like. He doesn’t, he tells you. He never will. Because that's a place of rot, of death. But you wake up with a tongue inside you because he's between your legs again, practicing penance.

He must not mind blood. He must not mind decay on his tongue. He must taste his brothers. Maybe he misses them.

“Where have you been, my love? My sweet girl. You left one day and you never came back.”

And you say

Mama, I'm sorry, I've just been real busy.

Busy doing what? Getting hurt? You're growing up, baby. I can't stop you from getting big. No matter what I do, I can’t.

And you know, you know, because suddenly you're sitting on her side of the table wearing her skin and your son is holding some girl's hand. And she's looking at you and telling you that she hurts him on purpose sometimes. Because he asked her to, he begged her like a slut, and he’s so pretty when he takes himself apart in front of her. She knows what his blood tastes like. She wants more.

Do you love my baby? Do you have any siblings? Will he leave one day and never come back?

Do you love me on purpose sometimes or is it always an accident?

His cum tastes like mercury from a broken thermometer. Oranges with sugar sprinkled over them. Home. Wait. Wrong boy, same face. You got a little confused. It's understandable. You can't help yourself. You want to scoop out your insides and give them to him to eat. He'd do it nicely, if you ask politely.

There are rules here, gorgeous. We weren’t raised by wolves.

You’re leaning on the pool cue. You look like you did the first day, in your pretty little clothes, the flush of health in your cheeks. In this dream, you reached Baton Rouge. He meets you here. He’ll always meet you here. This is his favorite bar. He’s always here, he’s a regular.

“Need a partner?”

“Don’t know.” You wink at him. “Are you okay with losing?”

“Feisty.”

“This time, yeah.” You smile at him. You’ve got lipstick on. He wants to smear it down your chin.

“Why did you do that?” Your voice is small, gurgled around the blood on your teeth. He likes the way the crown of your head is wet with blood.

“Why you think?” He stands in the doorway to the basement. You’re in the chair and you’re dead, but so is he.

“Tell me, please. Tell me.” You hiss. “I love your voice.”

“I missed ya’.” He hears the words echo in his head, fifty feet high in neon.

“I thought I would give it a try again, you know.” Your voice is a dirty croak. “Just to see.”

“And whatchu find out?”

“We always end up back here.” You smile at him. “You took a different road this time. I haven’t been there in a while.”

“Didn’t notice.”

“You know, we got a hotel room up in the city once. I made you buy me wine.”

“Sounds nice.”

“I was hoping this was the one where we walked on the boardwalk. Before.” His initials trickle down your arm. “I don’t know why.”

“How many times we been down here?”

“Couple times." You hiccup out a laugh. "I like your shirt. You look good.”

“Night, baby.”

He's fucked you or you've fucked him. He's not sure where the ache is coming from or where it's all supposed to go but someone can't sit down. There's a bag of peas in the fridge.

You’re a tableau of gore, blood soaked through your nightgown. Your head sloshes unevenly on your shoulders. He can see the window through the shotgun blast in your eye. It’s dark out there. You clasp your hands and hum, busying yourself with the stove. You leave muddy footprints on the floor, the bottom of your nightgown sodden.

He sinks to his knees in the kitchen. You thread a hand through his hair, tugging his head up to look at you. Dripping with murky water, leaving parts of you everywhere.

“Where are we?”

“Heaven.” You smile at him. Blood drips onto his face.

“How long we been here?”

“I’m not sure.”

Are you cooking tonight, baby? Are we having peas, am I having you, down my throat and inside me and in my blood? Are we going to bed again or are we going to church? There’s a hole in your head and I’ll fuck it. I’ll fill you up because you love me. Because we’re having a baby, mama. We’re having a baby! I’m gonna be a daddy. You’re sitting in the waiting room and you’ve had the baby and I’m showing you pictures of him at baseball practice. What are you making? Let me help. Please.

“You ain’t never gonna get tired of this?”

“Of course not. Never. I love you.”

You sit in an apartment living room. There’s Halloween decorations still up—it’s May, isn’t it? and a collection of half-eaten takeout boxes on the coffee table. Lazy fucks. You can hear the city outside the window. Where are you again? Does it matter? You look into the bedroom. They’re playing a card game.

“Lick your partner's boot, yay or nay?”

“Gross. Nay.” The version of you on the bed wrinkles her nose. “Question time. Where did we meet?”

“Uh. Huh…uh.” The him on the bed screws up his brow, sticks his tongue out in mock-confusion. He looks out at the living room, grinning. “Ya’ know this one?”

“House party.” The Him you know leans into the bedroom, resting his head on the frame. He’s bleeding from the back of his head. You shot him. There’s no exit wound. That’s your blood. “It’s a fuckin’ dump in here.”

“Bingo!” The boy on the bed folds his fingers into the shape of a gun. Taps them on the girl’s forehead. She’s wearing a t-shirt they bought in some backwater town last year.

“You can’t do that! I don’t have a phone-a-friend! She won’t even talk to me.” The you that sits on the bed has chipped nail polish. She’s pouting. And suddenly he’s kissing her, and the cards are slipping off the bed.

“Are you ever one of them?” You ask Him.

He shakes his head.

“I’m always out here watchin’. I dunno who the fuck that is.”

And he asks you “Which one do you want?” while you’re reaching for the knife in the kitchen and you want to say him, because you can hear them fucking in the other room and she’s giggling. They went on vacation and he drove. He had his keys, you guess. She’s giggling and there are flies buzzing around the takeout and suddenly you guess that this might just be a dump anyway. He’s right. He’s always right, except when he’s turning down the back roads. Then he’s left.

If you could find your fucking keys, we could get out of here. You stupid fuck. Please kiss me again.

So you tell him “Her.” and he presses himself against your back and you ache because you aren’t full, you aren’t hurt. He hasn’t actually fucked you yet. It might be another thousand years until he does again.

Where were you at the party? Which room did we meet in? Did you fuck me in the bathroom? Did we ever go on that trip? I’ve got questions, please, please, daddy. Haven’t I been good? Don’t I deserve to know? Why don’t we ever wake up as them? Why do I have to listen to him fuck her? Why is she laughing?

“Don’t make us wait all fuckin’ day!” The him in the other room calls out. “The next card is voyeurism!”

“Yay or nay?”

You eat the rest of the chow mein. The maggots taste like love.

Your son calls you by your name. You haven’t heard it in years.

Daddy’s a photographer, baby. He takes pictures of weddings. He takes pictures of the sky.

“I found more in Pa’s drawer.” He chokes around air, his words coming out in watery gulps. He stares at you through your eyes. You see him without seeing him. You see yourself.

“What were you doing in there, baby?” You hear your voice behind you, curled beside your ear. It comes from the door and the window and the wallpaper—and then deeper still, in the core of the house, bleeding.

“I was lookin’ for a gun.”

The floor underneath you splinters and you bottom out. You’re in the caverns snaking under the town and the church pews. You’re not in any of those places, either. The fuzz of television static is back, crowding around you and pushing you between the jagged hopping of the lines as they jitter around your skull.

“Baby.” You gather him into your arms, pulling him into the crook of your neck. He sobs. His grip is too tight. You’ve been here before, but never like this. The static hisses into glittering points of light. The front of your dress is soaked with tears, with the blubber of drool from his mouth as he babbles that

he didn’t know why he did that, because daddy always keeps his guns in the living room, and he knows that, but he went in anyway because maybe he’d forgotten this time—

Your lightning bug boy with baby fat still in his cheeks, skimmed off the edges to make room for a face that began and ended with you. Half-man already, limbs too big for the space he occupied. The remnants of the boy on the roof, a bruise blooming on his cheek. Your heart walking around and growing teeth.

—and maybe maybe mama, I could. I could.

I know how.

“Baby. You gotta go put all that back.” Your voice is a whisper of smoke above the treeline.

“How long you been here, mama?”

You can see yourself on the set of drawers over the top of his head. She smiles at you.

You're at the top of the ferris wheel and you ask him if you can stay here. He tells you that you're stupid, that if you stayed here you would die. You're too high up. Eventually all the air would go out of your lungs and the amusement park would fall out from underneath your feet. You stupid slut, take it, choke on it, choke on it for daddy. Keep calling me that, I'm gonna come. Fair season is ending. Everything's gotta end eventually. Except for this, right? You celebrate the harvest, you tuck a cigarette in his back pocket. For luck, for love. If you stayed here, maybe you could see past the top of the trees. Maybe you could see the smoke.

Are you trying to fucking LEAVE me, baby?

Don't leave yet.

Hold your breath. I like being up here with you.

10.

So many gods, but only one church. An old western plays on the theater screen. It's the idea of a different world. This town ain't big enough for the both of us. It never was.

#u did not ask for this but I gave it to u bc I am INCAPABLE of shutting tf up tonight djhfdjhdfjhdfsj #anyways ily meg can u teach ME how to write #FR!!!!!!#asks #visceravalentines #sinclair brainrot hours #this is pre-writing sanguine and u can absolutely tell lmao hdjhdfjsh #I was on some other shit fr

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genshin-impact-writings · 2 years

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800 followers event: Character interaction 2.0

I'm bringing the Character interaction event back for a while to celebrate the 800 followers milestone. I had a lot of fun doing this the last time, and I felt bad for not hosting a writing related event, so let's do this instead. It's also a good way to celebrate while also giving me the time to work on the requests in my inbox.

The event has ended.

Now, without further ado, here are the guidelines for the event:

You can send asks to all playable characters (+Dainsleif & Scaramouche). Please adress them directly in your asks, so that I know exactly which character you want to reply to you.

SFW only. Slightly suggestive stuff is fine but no explicit NSFW.

Both platonic and romantic interactions are fine. If you want, you can specify (in brackets, for example). For characters like Klee, Diona, Qiqi or Sayu, I'll only answer platonic asks.

If you want to send a continuation to a previous ask of yours, you can do that. However, please don't overdo it (like, 3 or more continuations).

Every interaction will be linked under the cut once the event has ended. A link to this post will also be added to my regular masterlist "Specials and events".

List of interactions

Albedo

helping him with one of his experiments

asking him to teach you how to paint

Klee spilling the secret that you like each other

Ayaka

asking her out for dinner

Ayato

both of you being overworked

Childe

sleepily asking him for cuddles

telling him you love him

teasing him about his looks with wet hair

him realizing he forgot your birthday (+ Pt.2)

telling him you can't spar with him (+ Pt.2 + Pt.3)

Chongyun

telling him you're a half demon

confessing to him

Diluc

taking a break together

coming to him after cutting yourself while cooking

asking her to take a walk with you

Heizou

asking him to guess what you're thinking (+ Pt.2)

hiding him from Sara (+ Pt.2)

Hu Tao

comforting her when she's feeling down

Itto

running into his arms (+ continuation)

Kaeya

asking him for a hug

telling him you love him

asking him for cuddles after a bad day

asking him to spend a few more minutes with you before work

Kazuha

remembering after getting your vision back (+ Pt.2)

gifting him a maple leaf as a bookmark

joining him on the Alchor for one trip

asking to sleep on his lap (+ continuation)

your anniversary

him cheering you up (+ Pt.2)

reacting to your anemia (+ Pt.2)

(siblings) asking when you will return to Inazuma

telling him you love him

asking him to take a walk with you

Klee

bringing her fireworks from Sumeru

Kokomi

kissing her cheek

Lisa

giving her a potion book as a gift

telling her that she's your home

Mona

asking her to kiss her in public

Ningguang

reading her a poem you wrote for her

Qiqi

finding her lost in the wild (+ Pt.2)

Rosaria

hurting yourself while training to help her

Scaramouche

asking him for cuddles (+ continuation)

asking him about his favorite person (+ continuation)

challenging him to a duel

him reacting to you taking his hat

stopping him from killing someone who bumped into you

Thoma

telling him to take a break

Tighnari

bringing him flowers from Mondstadt (+ continuation)

asking him to marry you (+ Pt.2 + Pt.3)

Venti

stopping him from kissing you when he's drunk

Xiao

bringing him almond tofu

bringing him medicine & being concerned for his health

rambling about your husband (him) while you're drunk

making a flower crown for him

marriage anniversary

Xingqiu

asking him to let you pamper him

mutual crush + arranged marriage (+ Pt.2)

Yelan

asking her to join you for lunch

Zhongli

bringing him flowers (+ continuation)

asking him to hold you

reader who hasn't slept since the day before (+ continuation)

bringing him incense sticks as a gift

asking him to keep an eye on Xiao during the events in the Chasm

insisting you're the big spoon tonight

Happy Moonchase, Mr. Zhongli (Yaksha!reader)

#jj speaks #800 followers event #milestone event #character interaction 2.0 #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact character interaction

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booberryfun · 2 years

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Prompt#14

Some Villain x Civilian prompts because Tumblr isn't giving me any ;-;

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1. Hero and Villain both have a crush on Civilian and Civilian likes Villain. They genuinely like Villain for who they are, no love potion, no brainwash, no threat, no anything. Hero is insanely jealous and thinks that Villain must have done something to Civilian because according to them, "No one in their right mind would like Villain". So Hero tries to persuade Civilian, then things escalate to a kidnap attempt to bring Civilian back to their base and "cure them".

Civilian is freaking out and on the verge of breaking down, scared and confused. Villain comes just in time to see their lover being dragged/man-handled by Hero and a fight breaks out.

Bonus points if Villain is overprotective of Civilian and they are livid that Hero dared touch their lover, even worse, hurt them and made them cry.

2. Civilian is Hero's ex and Villain is their new lover. Hero accidentally finds out and they step out to confront the couple. Villain is about to taunt and mock Hero but Civilian speaks first and they just straight up throw a tantrum at Hero for why they've left.

"Call me selfish all you want but I deserved to be loved too. You're always saying that you're on missions, doing heroic work- I know it's important and all but it feels like you've been purposefully avoiding me."

"At least Villain makes time for me. At least they listen, they remember the little things, they appreciate my effort in changing to become a better person. Have you ever?"

"I don't care what they do, I don't care about the fighting thing between the two of you. All that matter is that they treat me nicely as a person, someone worth cherishing, not as a plaything you come to when you need to release stress after work and throw away when you're done having fun."

Civilian breaks down during the rant and Villain comes up to give them a pat on the head, a few kisses under the eye, on the cheeks... They turn to Hero and go "Don't you think you've hurt them enough that you have to find them and ruin them even more? What kind of Hero does that?"

3. We've seen injured Villain collapsing in front of Civilian's house. How about Villain rescuing and nursing a Civilian back to health? Even better when Civillain is injured as collateral damage of a fight caused by Villain sometime after being taken care of by Civilian and they recognize Civilian. Civilian also recognizes Villain. Civilian may or may not know that they are collateral damage, but either way, they end up having a soft spot for Villain for how kind and gentle they are while nursing them back to health.

Bonus point if when treating Civilian, Villain is dreaded in guilt and they try their best to make it up to Civilian. It can be buying flowers, cakes, leaving notes around the house, reading Civilian stories...

4. Civilian knows what Villain does and casually help them out from time to time. It can be pretty obvious like directly telling Villain "Your calculations are wrong here" or through subtle hints in their conversations.

Their daily conversations can be like "You're going to blow up that old building to trap the heroes in? Sure but try not to damage the bookshop 2 blocks away yeah? It's my favourite place in the city."

Or if Civilian and Villain's work are related:

"Made headlines again today. Ah such a handsome man. I can stare at this picture of myself forever." - "Well, don't you think you should thank the photographer for that?" - "Aww, of course, you're the best, darling."

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Please feel free to add more I'm dying for civilian x villain stuff here 🥺🥺

#villain #civilian #villain x civilian #civilian x villain #hero x civilian #hero x villain community #prompt #writing prompt #dialogue prompts #writers block #writerblr

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nebulablakemurphy · 2 years

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Because Of You (Pt. 6)

Summary: Rue gets clean and life goes on.

Trigger warning: this is a mature/dark series including drug use, mentions of mental illness, overdose, domestic disputes, mentions of sex, the works. These are very real and serious issues that people face and I am not glorifying them in anyway. If you or anyone you know is struggling please reach out to a professional for help. 💜

“Seventy-Two hours,” Elliot told Y/N. If she can get Rue through the first seventy-two hours of detox then the worst is over.

Seventy-two hours seems like an eternity to her now.

Hours one through ten are nothing to write home about. A little bit of sweat, some shaking, but Rue is still Rue. Still committed and really wants to stay at home.

Hours ten through fifteen roll into a disgusting montage of puke and you guessed it. Simultaneously.

Sixteen hours into detox

“Rue-”

“I love you, I really fucking love you,” Rue says between gritted teeth. Head between her knees as she sits on the bathroom floor in nothing but her underwear and t-shirt. “But if you ask me if I’m ok one more time, I’m gonna go off.”

“I’m sorry.” Y/N swallows. “You want to try the the Tylenol again?”

“Fucking Tylenol isn’t gonna help me!” Rue snaps, clutching at her head.

“Ok, ok.” Y/N searches the bathroom for anything that might be useful. “Maybe like a heating pad or something?”

Rue nods, pressing her lips together as tears well in her eyes. She knows how hard Y/N is trying.

“It’s ok.” Y/N knew she would be irritable and in pain. She’s ready for anything.

“Puked on you.”

“That was nothing.” Y/N smiles, stroking her cheek. Wet with cold sweat.

Rue leans into her touch. Everything hurts. “If this is too much-“

“I’m not leaving, Rue. Do your worst.”

Eighteen hours into detox

Rue’s in the bathtub, she got sick again.

“Can you lean up for a second, baby? I’ll do your hair.”

She’s shaking, hard. Teeth chattering despite the warm water. “O-ok.”

This is hell.

Carefully Y/N brings the cup of water to run over her head. “You know one day, we’re gonna look back at this and-“

“Don’t say laugh.” Rue grumbles, arms circling her own knees. “We are not gonna laugh about the time that I threw up on you.”

“In sickness and in health, right?” Y/N snorts.

Rue cracks a tired grin. “You sure you still wanna do all that?”

“Yeah,” Y/N works the shampoo into her girlfriend’s curls. “I do.”

“I do…too.” Rue tells her, “I’m getting you a huge rock. One that all the snooty bitches in your office will gossip about in the break room. The kind of ring that makes people say ‘damn! Somebody really fucking loves her.’”

“I don’t need a ring to tell people that.”

“I know. You don’t give a fuck about shit.”

“Your vocabulary is impeccable.” Y/N laughs.

“Be nice to me.” Rue huffs, “my brain is barely functioning.”

“I’m sorry.” Y/N kisses her cheek. Slowly washing out the soap lather and moving on to conditioner.

Twenty-Two hours into detox

“Just leave!” Rue howls, pacing the room like a caged animal. “Go live your perfect life with someone else. I don’t want it. I don’t want you here.”

“You don’t mean that.” Y/N doesn’t feed into it, just keeps her distance.

“I don’t fucking want you here!” The veins in Rue’s neck bulge, anger scrawled into every crevice of her features. “I. Don’t. Want. You.”

Y/N holds her gaze.

“I changed my mind. I want out.” Rue scoffs, reaching for the door knob.

“You want to go to the emergency room?” Y/N asks. “I think that’s the best idea. They can monitor you better than I can, they can offer pain management.”

“What’s it gonna take for you to get it through your head? I can’t stay clean.” Rue whips around to face Y/N.

“You did for six years.”

“I bet that made you feel special, huh?” Rue is in her face again. “Like you were enough to make me quit using for good. You’re just that fucking special, aren’t you?”

“I didn’t think that.” Y/N forces the words out.

“Now you’re getting it! You are just like everyone else. You are just as self centered and fucked in the head as everyone else. And when you’re done with me, you leave me just like everyone else.” Rue spits.

“I’m not leaving.”

“Why not? Huh? You’re nothing but the person who spent the last eight years getting me off. You’re not a hero. You’re not a savior. You’re nothing but a pretty face and wasted potential.” Rue heaves a breath, deep in her chest. “So what the fuck are you still doing here?”

“I’m not leaving, Rue.”

“Because you love me?” She looks away in disgust. “You love somebody who talks to you like this? You love a fucking addict? A junkie! Answer me!”

“I love you, Rue.” Y/N holds her ground. “I think you are incredible and smart and talented and you are worth it. You are worth all of this.”

“Shut up! Just shut the fuck up!” That only makes it worse.

“Even if you don’t believe it, you are worth it to me.” Y/N takes a step closer, teeth gritted, fists clenched, their noses touching. “You can keep going. But I’m just gonna keep on loving you. There’s nothing you could say or do to make me stop loving you.”

Rue let’s out a terrible sound, something between a sob and a scream. Echoing harshly off the bathroom walls. “I was ready, you know? Fully fucking ready to just put myself out of my misery. Then you came…and I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t fucking kill myself because of you! Why’d you do that to me? Why did you make me want to stay?”

“I don’t know why the universe gave you me,” Y/N confesses. She’s nothing special, no force of nature nor hero. “But I am so thankful, that the universe gave me you.”

Rue tosses both arms around her neck, holding her so tight that Y/N can feel the ragged rise and fall of her chest. “I fucking hate you.” For loving her. For making her stay.

Y/N returns the embrace, smoothing down Rue’s hair. “I know.”

“And I fucking love you.” Rue’s fingernails dig half crescents into Y/N’s flesh through the fabric of her t-shirt.

“I know.”

“Let me go.” Rue pleads, tightening her grip. “It’ll be easier. Better for you. You won’t even miss me.”

“I would miss you, Rue.” Y/N rests her lips against Rue’s shoulder. “I’d miss you every fucking day.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok. Everything is ok.”

“Sorry I’m like this.” Rue cries, the words nearly unintelligible in her state of hysteria.

“I’m not,” Y/N breathes.

“I ruined your life.”

“You are my life,” Y/N tells her, “and you are not ruined.”

Thirty-Six hours into detox

“Can I get you anything?” Elliot asks. He’s been in and out a few times. Jules won’t get close, no one blames her.

“No.” Y/N whispers, her voice is hoarse from crying. Her throat dry. When was the last time she had a drink?

“Alright,” Elliot clears his throat. It’s hard to see them like this. “Rue’s gotta drink something soon.”

“No,” Rue moans, miserably. She can’t keep anything down and she’s tired of puking.

“You’re dehydrated. If we can’t get some water, or better yet electrolytes, into you soon, you’ll need a saline drip. We can’t do that here.” Elliot reminds her. If she bops him for it, like she did ten years ago, then she bops him like she did ten years ago.

Reluctantly Rue reaches for the bottle of water.

“I brought you some candy too, chocolate,” Elliot fishes around the grocery bag from the corner store. “The good shit. I remember when I was detoxing. I would’ve done anything for a Twix.”

Rue half smiles at him. “Thanks.”

“Anytime.” He winks at her. “Hey, Y/N can I talk to you for a minute?”

Y/N hesitates.

“Mmm,” Rue hums, biting into the chocolate and caramel. “This is amazing.”

Y/N tears her eyes away from Rue.

“Real quick.” Elliot puts his hand on her back, leading her toward the doorway.

“What’s up?”

“You look like you’re about to fucking pass out.” He rests the back of his hand against her clammy forehead. “Have you slept? Have you eaten anything I brought in?”

“I…” Y/N can’t remember, “no. I don’t think so.”

“You’re doing a great job. But your adrenaline is through the roof right now and eventually you’re gonna crash.”

“You’re right,” Y/N nods, swiping the back of her hand over her Cupid’s bow. Why is her nose running? Is she crying? Has she been crying this whole time?

“Just like,” Elliot reaches over, using the sleeve of his sweatshirt over her cheeks, beneath her eyes and then under her nose again. “Try to take a deep breath, ok?”

She fixes her gaze on the floor, beyond embarrassed.

“I’ll have Jules get you a change of clothes. You can take a shower, get cleaned up.”

“I can’t leave her.” Even the separation of the shower curtain would be too much.

“I’m gonna be right here with, Rue.”

“I can’t.” Y/N shakes her head.

“This is why Rue asked us to stay, so we could help you. Let us help you.”

Y/N puts a hand to her head. “Fine, I’ll be fast.”

“Take your time, I got this.” Elliot assures her.

“Ok,” Y/N gives in. Moving to the shower, pulling back the curtain. Undressing inside and tossing her clothes over the shower rod before turning on the faucet. Beneath the spray of the water, Y/N can hear them.

“You gonna share that or what?” Elliot teases, she’s commandeered his stash of candy and junk food.

“Or what.” Rue retorts, her words muffled around a mouthful of chocolate.

Elliot chuckles. “Oook.”

“What?”

“It’s good to see you, that’s all.” Elliot replies, before falling into a comfortable silence.

Forty-Eight hours into detox

Someone is tapping Y/N’s shoulder. Then caressing the side of her face so softly that she must be dreaming. She startles awake. “Rue?”

“Shh,” it’s Jules. Crouched over her, “Rue’s fine.”

She’s still asleep in the cage of Y/N’s arms. “What’s wrong?”

Jules passes a delicate hand over Rue’s curls. “There’s someone here to see you.”

“What?”

“I couldn’t stop her.” Jules sighs, moving to stand. Leslie is in the doorway. “I’ll give you a minute.” Jules excuses herself from the room.

Fuck.

Rue’s mother closes the door. Kneeling in front of her oldest child as she sleeps, peacefully, for just a little while.

“This is the first time in two days that she’s not shaking, screaming, in pain or throwing up and shitting at the same time. Please, let her rest.” If she’s going to yell, it can wait.

Leslie takes a deep breath. She says nothing, just bends down to press a gentle kiss to Rue hair. She sits back on her heels, taking Y/N’s hand. The one that’s outstretched beneath Rue’s head. Numb and occasionally aching from lack of blood flow. Still she doesn’t dare move. “We’ll talk about it later.” Leslie pulls the blanket up over the two of them. “Sleep while she sleeps.”

“I have to watch her.” Y/N argues, eye lids heavy.

“I’ll take watch for a while.” Leslie insists, tears glimmering at the corner of her eyes. “It’s ok.”

Sixty hours into detox

“You wanna tell me how this happened?” Leslie asks Rue.

“I messed up. Clearly.” Rue replies, flippantly. She’s awake again, feeling almost human.

“I’m not here to place blame, baby. I want to help you. I don’t want you to go through this again.”

Y/N reaches for Rue’s hand, lacing their fingers together.

“I just-“ Rue’s voice breaks. “Everything was changing. I felt like the world was moving without me and I panicked. You know?”

Leslie nods.

“I miss Dad. I feel guilty building a life that he won’t get to see. We were talking about the wedding and kids. I realized that he’s not gonna b-” a broken sob, “be there. But I want to do those thing. I got scared and I was alone.” Rue presses on. “The more I was alone the more I pushed everyone away.”

“I think you need to get back to weekly meetings with the therapist. That was really helping you for a long time.” Leslie suggests, jotting everything down. Making a plan.

“I know.” Rue nods, free arm wrapped around herself. Holding everything together.

“You’ve gotta use your resources and communicate.”

“I will.”

“You have so many people who love you.” Leslie reminds her. “You’ve got your friends, you’ve got me, Gia, you’ve got Y/N.”

Rue turns to look at her girlfriend. “I’m pretty lucky.”

“You got Jules and Elliot standing guard like watch dogs and poor Y/N sleeping on the bathroom floor for almost three days.” Leslie puts everything into perspective. “When you get up this time you have to stay up, Rue.”

“I will,” Rue decides.

“I’m proud of you, baby. Even if I haven’t told you for a while. You’re one of the bravest people I know. And your odds are so much more than five percent.” Leslie pulls her daughter in for a hug.

Seventy-Two hours into detox

“Dr. Sandford? This is Rue Bennett. I’d like to schedule a session for this week.” Rue picks anxiously at the seam of her jeans.

“It’s great to hear from you, Rue!” He replies through the phone speaker. “How are you doing?”

“I know you know I relapsed.” He doesn’t have to pretend.

“I wasn’t asking about that. I asked how are you doing?”

How was she? “I think I’m gonna be ok now.”

“I’m glad to hear it. How’s Wednesday?”

She’s got nothing better to do. “Wednesday is good.”

“I’ll see you Wednesday.”

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Time moves differently after.

After the danger has passed and Elliot and Jules pack up their things to head home. After Leslie leaves, with a reminder about their weekly dinner that they better not skip.

Y/N returns to work. Rummaging through her neglected workload to the sticky notes at the bottom of her desk.

“Y/N,” her boss calls from the doorway. “Can I talk to you for a minute?”

This is it, she’s getting fired. “Of course,” she forces a smile.

“Do you remember inquiring about the management position?”

“Yes.” That was before.

“Are you still interested?”

“Well I-” Y/N flounders. “Do you mind if I make a call?”

“Need the ok from your old lady?” He smiles, kindly.

Y/N shakes her head with a laugh. “Yes.”

“Get back to me in the morning.”

“Ok.” Y/N nods, “thank you. So much.”

“Thank you. You earned it.”

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Y/N takes the position. Tentatively even after Rue gives the green light. But things are fine. Good even.

Weeks pass.

Rue proposed to her with the big ring. The one that Y/N still shutters imagining the cost of. But she’s been saving for a while. All of her money from waitressing at the diner.

Rue went back to work a few days ago. It’s not her dream job, maybe she doesn’t have a dream job. Maybe she just needs a job that financially supports her dreams. Y/N tells her that’s ok. Maybe it is.

Y/N is currently in the daunting interview process, trying to help her supervisor fill her old position. “Come in and take a seat.” Y/N says, hearing yet another knock.

“Ok.” The applicant replies.

Y/N looks up. That voice, her voice. “Rue?”

“I’m here about the position.” The brunette explains. Her hair is pulled back into a low ponytail. A black pant suit compliments her flats. “I brought my resume.”

“So professional.” Y/N purses her lips to keep from smiling.

“Do I look stupid?” She leans in to whisper.

“You look great.”

Rue relaxes a bit at this. “Put in a good word for me. Ok?”

“Boss man gave me free hiring reign so… if you want the job, it’s yours.”

“I do.” Rue nods. “I promise, you won’t regret it.”

“You don’t have to prove anything to me.” Y/N assures her. “I think you’re gonna love it here.”

“Me too.”

Epilogue

#rue bennett x y/n #rue bennett imagine #rue bennett x you #rue bennett x reader #rue bennett #rue euphoria #euphoria fanfic #euphoria #elliot euphoria #jules vaughn imagine

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plxviofiles · 2 years

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#natasha romanoff x fem!reader, fluff, soft angst !!

WARNINGS: nightmares, implied panic attack, one reference to killing oneself

→ nightmares sometimes prove to be too much for one person to handle. thankfully, someone is always there to remind natasha that she isn't alone.

! word count: 1.5K

A/N: this is actually an old piece from abt 2 months ago !! IDK IF IT MAKES SENSE SO I'M SORRY IF IT DOESN'T... inspiration came from this song once I started listening to it once again today on a whim. It reminds me so much of natasha it hurts and I hate seeing her sad :(

A/N 2: please ignore my short rant and me posting three days in a row i'll stop 💀 my wandavision reference 😈 you could listen to the song while you read ! it makes more sense that way <3 feedback is always appreciated !

Natasha shook in a tremorlike manner in her sleep, her body heating up unpleasantly.

She hated having nightmares.

It happened every night, but she was forced to sleep every night. She had to, because of her high demanding job.

It was a pain in the ass, and she’s tried more than one method to get over it. She tried to sleep it off, meaning sleeping early for a couple of days, it only served to make her nightmares more agitated.

She tried drinking something hot before she slept, and it helped her to pass out earlier, but nothing else.

She even tried exhausting herself to the point that she had almost gotten sick. It made her feel even worse combined with the horrors of her nightmare plus your lectures on her health the next day.

You couldn’t help it. You knew why she did it. But at this rate, she might kill herself.

So, you went and told her one morning after you found her awake with deep eyebags under her eyes, which was usually the case.

She didn’t seem to be in the mood to talk.

You walked up to her and pulled her gently into your arms, and she obliged, pressing herself into your familiar warmth. It was like you to initiate any sort of physical contact with her and everyone else on the team.

You stayed there for a while, and you traced comforting circles on her back and hummed a nice song. She always loved your voice.

You pull away and a small whine leaves her throat at the loss of contact. You smiled kindly.

You cupped her smooth face with your smoother hands, and she leaned into your touch almost magnetically. She had gone beyond being embarrassed a long time ago.

She would let you touch her face as much as you’d like.

You brushed your lips across her forehead. She shivers.

“Next time, come to me.”

Your words are hushed, coming out in a whisper, as though you were afraid of rejection.

Natasha gulped audibly and nodded numbly, and you kissed her on the forehead once more before leaving for your meeting.

She watches you go with her skin tingling all over from your affections, and a light pink tint on her cheeks.

Natasha likes it when you touch her. But she still doesn’t know what to do with what you told her.

She was aching to have any kind of physical contact with you for the rest of the day, but she hated that she didn’t know how to ask for it.

You’d pass her in the kitchen and give her a soft smile, and she would hold her tongue from asking you to hug her once again.

She tried another time in the meeting room. You had been seated next to each other, and Natasha had not been able to focus on Steve talking. She noticed how close your hands were and her hand twitched to hold yours.

It didn’t work.

You realized she was squirming, and you took it as that she needed more space, mumbling a soft apology, and moving a little further away out of reach, Natasha felt like tearing her hair out.

Never mind. She could try again tomorrow.

She tried to stay up again, thinking it might help, and you found her in the living room with a movie playing on the flat screen TV. It was late, but you liked that movie.

You decided that if you can’t beat them, join them. You went over to her with a smile, and you asked her quietly if you could join her.

Natasha wasn’t really paying attention to the movie, so it seems. Her usually cold green eyes looked rather distant now, as if her mind was somewhere far away.

You call her again a little louder.

Her head snaps to your direction and you gave her a timid wave, a breath-taking smile gracing your lips. She bites back a grin.

You asked her again, and she hastily moved aside to give you space.

You sat next to her and muttered a thanks, casting over a grateful smile. Natasha nodded, suddenly remembering her goal for the day, and she realised this was her last chance.

You had made sure to sit close to her, and you put your body in a folded position on the couch, your legs under the blanket that Natasha had draped over her own body.

You were so close, and she could smell the faint smell of perfume on your bright blue hoodie, its hood had a unicorn horn on it.

She found the sight endearing.

Your hand constantly hovered over hers each time you reached over for the popcorn, and she saw how focused you were on the movie.

Natasha gulped again and stayed completely still, deciding to try to focus on the movie as well. Your calming presence and inviting warmth eventually lulled her to a light sleep.

You felt a small weight hit your shoulder and you crane your head slowly to meet the sight of Natasha Romanoff asleep on your shoulder. You smiled and a blush spread over your cheeks.

She looked so peaceful, her long eyelashes and soft snores made your heart leap from your chest. You grabbed the remote, feeling tired yourself, and switched off the TV.

Then you got up and stretched, feeling a little sore from your previous position. You bent over and picked her up bridal style.

The redhead’s eyelashes flutter slightly open by the time you were halfway to her room, and she barely registered anything that was happening.

You had noticed her regaining consciousness and you smiled before pressing a warm kiss to her forehead which she hummed at.

“Hold onto me, I’m just bringing you to your room.”

Natasha heard small bits and nodded in understanding, holding you tighter.

You opened the door easily with a kick of your leg, making sure not to make any loud sounds.

You stepped in the room and ignored the interior, knowing that you could see it another day.

You tucked the sleepy girl in her bed and lifted the blanket to cover her, and you couldn’t help but place a gentle kiss on her nose. Natasha wished she had asked you to stay but she was already knocked out.

You whispered a goodnight and left the room with little to no noise.

It was 3 am when Natasha jerked awake once more. She was sweating and unshed tears were present in her eyes. Her head was pounding with a headache from the stress her mind had been put under.

Natasha tried to remember her surroundings, but she fails and panics.

She frantically looked around for any stable thing she could hold onto before she remembered your words.

“Next time, come to me.”

Natasha stumbled out of bed clumsily and holds to the frame for a while, breathing heavily. She then forced herself to trudge across the room and make her way to yours.

She knocks fervently and berated herself for doing so. You were probably having a good rest by now.

You immediately swung open the door, much to Natasha’s surprise, although she couldn’t care less at the moment.

Your (e/c) eyes were filled with concern, and you pull her in gently before closing the door and letting her melt into your arms.

You felt her now frail body shake with silent sobs, and you brought her to your bed before settling her on it.

You sat next to her and held your arms open for an invitation, giving her space to refuse.

Natasha didn’t have to think twice before she threw herself into them. You cuddle her protectively and you held her throughout her cries.

You didn’t need to know why right now. You were only aware of the pain she was feeling.

You went about your usual routine of calming her down. Soft singing and reassuring kisses on her forehead, and it eventually worked.

Natasha finally speaks up.

“I hate having nightmares.”

Circles were being drawn on her back and Natasha responds to your touch with a happy sigh.

“Why don’t you wish them away?”

Natasha looked at you, wondering if you were as sleep deprived as she was, but you offer her a comforting smile.

“I- I don’t know how to wish anymore.”

You grunted in acknowledgement before calmly asking for permission to try something.

Natasha feels wary, but she lets you lift her up gently and position her back against your front, before wrapping your arms fully around her waist and resting your chin on her shoulder.

She felt her breath hitch. This was what she had been trying to ask for the whole day.

In that same position, with your arms still around her waist, you lifted your hands and took her own before lying them palm down against your upturned ones.

“It’s easy,” you said into her ear, and Natasha feels like a young teenager all over again, but with a stupid crush.

“Think of what you want, and if wishing doesn’t work, wish it even more,” you explained knowingly, before intertwining your slightly bigger hands with her smaller ones.

“Maybe the world is yours,” you whispered tenderly, crossing her no longer trembling arms semi awkwardly but fondly with yours over her waist, and she found that she didn’t mind.

All she could feel was you.

Sometimes Natasha wished you knew that you were her world.

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angstysebfan · 3 years

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The Past Can Break You - 5

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

AU: Avengers

Summary: You and Bucky have been dating for aa few years. As far as you’re concerned he is the one. But what happens when a blast from the actual past shows up?

A/N: Ive seen a lot stories of Bucky getting his first love from the 40′s back. And I’ve always wondered... what would happen if he was dating someone already? Reader is from this time. Not proofread.

Warning: implied smut, angst is back

The next 2 weeks were amazing. Bucky really turned everything around and showed you that he was committed to you. It made you feel so much better. While you felt bad that he now completely avoided Dot, because she is still out of place, you didn’t feel that bad because you knew she was bad news. Whenever she saw you and Bucky together she would scoff and glare at you. It made you uncomfortable.

One day the whole Avengers team was called into a meeting to discuss an upcoming mission. Per Steve and Tony, everyone, except you, were needed. You didn’t like the thought of staying behind with Dot in the compound, but you were a team player, and wouldn’t argue. Bucky on the other hand let Steve have it with both barrels.

“Steve you know the situation with Dot. Can’t someone else stay behind?” he said to Steve.

Steve sighed, “Yes, I know this will be difficult, but everyone else is needed for their skill. Y/N’s skills aren’t needed on this mission. She agreed, so why are you fighting me on this?” Steve argued back.

“Of course Y/N won’t fight this, but I am trying to protect her from Dot. You remember how vicious Dot can be, and I don’t want her to upset Y/N when we just started to get back on track,” Bucky said.

“Look Buck, I get it. I do. But this is how it is. The compound is big enough that Y/N won’t need to be anywhere near Dot. By the way, when are you going to tell her that she needs to start looking for employment and another living situation. She makes everyone uncomfortable. Even Tony is starting to get annoyed at all her questions about FRIDAY, and he loves showing people how smart he is,” Steve asked.

“I-I don’t know. I mean I know I have to do it, especially after what she’s pulled, but I still feel bad for her. I mean she didn’t ask for this to happen, and doesn’t deserve to be thrown out on her ass, but I know it’s the right thing to do. I’ll talk to Y/N about it and see if she has any ideas. Maybe if we help setting her up I will feel better about it,” Bucky said.

“Yea, I know. Let me know if you need help. But we gotta get packed and head to the quinjet. And please don’t worry about Y/N. Your girl is strong, and she knows how Dot is. She will be fine. Besides, we are only gone for like 24 hours, what could happen?” Steve asked.

Bucky didn’t respond and watched as Steve walked out of the meeting room. He ran his hands through his hair, what could happen? He hoped nothing, but he didn’t trust Dot. It’s funny the way she is acting now didn’t bother him when he was in the 40s, but now, because of you, he sees that she is not as great as he thought.

Bucky sighs and heads to your shared room to find you packing his bag for him. He smiles as he walks in, “Hey baby,” he says.

You look up at him and give him a bashful smile, “Figured I would help you out,” you said.

Bucky walks up to you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace. He looks into your eyes, and all you see is love and admiration in them. He leans in and connects his soft lips with yours. After a moment he deepens the kiss and you feel his tongue on your lower lip. You open you mouth in response, allowing him full access. When the need to breath becomes too great you pull away, panting.

“You’re only going to be gone a day,” you say with a chuckle.

Bucky also laughs, “Will you be ok? Here? With... her?” he asks.

You brush your hand through his soft hair, “Yea. I’ll stay clear of her as much as I can. But I’ll be ok,” you say.

Bucky pecks your lips again. “When I come home, I was wondering if you could help me with something,” he asks.

You look at him with confusion, “Like what?” you ask.

“I think it’s time for Dot to go off on her own, but I don’t want to just kick her out and make her fend for herself. I was thinking you could help me find her a job and a place to live? I would just feel better if I know I wasn’t kicking her out with nowhere to go,” he asks.

You smile and nod, “Sure. I’ll be glad to help. I’ll start while you’re gone,” you say.

Bucky kisses you one more time, “I’ll be back tomorrow. I love you, Doll,” he says.

“I love you too, Buck.”

You have to say you are surprised when you find yourself not running into Dot at all. It’s almost like she doesn’t want to be near you either, which is fine. She has spent most of the last 24 hours in the lab, while you stayed in your room looking up possible jobs and apartment for her.

You thought it was nice of Bucky to at least help set her up and not throw her to the wolves. It was something you admired about Bucky, his big heart. You both have been texting before the mission, but since then you haven’t heard from him. You hope everything is ok.

“FRIDAY, any update on the team?” you ask the AI.

“No agent, I’m sorry,” she responds.

You decide to take a nap in hopes that when you wake up your boyfriend will be home. You want your family home safe and sound.

You woke up to the sounds of the team in the hallway. You walk out and see Nat and Wanda and hug them hello. You head toward the common room hoping to see the guys, but don’t. You walk back toward the elevator and heard something from Dot’s room.

“Oh Dot, I’ve missed you so much, Doll,” you hear Bucky moan.

You gasp in horror as you continue listening to Dot moan and beg for Bucky to go harder. You can’t help the tears that begin to fall as you hear your boyfriend and his ex having sex.

“So good baby, you’re so good. Taking me so well, you feel amazing. No one is like you, I love you so much,” Bucky moaned.

You’ve heard enough and turn, running back to your shared room. You can’t be near him when he comes in pretending he didn’t just fuck his ex. Your heart is in a million pieces as his voice continues to play in your head. All you hear is her and his moans and his words. He loves her. It will always be her. Maybe you just need to learn to accept that.

“Buck, I think you should have told Y/N you got hurt. She is going to be worried about you,” Steve scolded.

“Look, I know my girl. She will be mad at first, but then she will nurse me back to health. I will have to convince her to ride me later, but it will be so worth it,” Bucky says with a smirk as the doctor continues to pull out shards of shrapnel from his side.

“Seriously man? TMI!” Sam complained before leaving Medbay.

Bucky laughed and then hissed as the doctor pulled another shard out. “How much longer? I don’t want Y/N to think I’m dead if she knows we are back,” Bucky asked the doctor.

“One more piece... and....” she pulls the large piece out, “There! Now I will quickly clean and bandage. no stitches cause you will heal fast, but please no sex tonight. You might bleed all over her,” the doctor said with a glare.

Bucky and Steve laugh. “Oh I talked to Y/N about helping me out with Dot and she agreed. I figured it was best to have her involved with that situation from now on,” Bucky says to Steve as the doctor cleans and bandages his side.

“Good idea, less messy that way. I hope everything went well here with the 2 of them,” Steve says.

“I’ll find out,” Bucky says as he puts his shirt on.

Both men walk to the elevator and head to their floor. They say their goodbyes in the hall as Bucky opens the door to your shared apartment. You aren’t in there, which confuses him, but he figures maybe you went to the kitchen.

When he walks into the bathroom he senses something is wrong. None of your toiletries are there. It was different from when you cleaned, plus his was still there. He walks back out to your room and sees that everything on your nightstand is gone too. Now he starts to panic as he goes to the closet and sees that all your clothes are gone. He tries to not have a panic attack because that will slow him down. He goes to head to the door and sees a piece of paper on the floor:

Bucky,

I guess I’m the stupid one. I’m stupid to think that everything you said to me was true. I was stupid to think that I could compete with your one true love. I was stupid to think that you really loved me. Well I won’t be stupid anymore. No need to lie and say what I heard isn’t true. I hope you and Dot are very happy together in your new apartment, but I’m done. Have a nice life.

Bucky dropped the letter and fell to his knees as tears pool down his cheeks. What the hell happened that you up and left him? You are angry with him, and he doesn’t understand why. He allows himself to cry for a moment before rereading it.

Dot.

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lollypopsx · 3 years

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Flatmate!Harry: I'll Make It Up To You - Part 2

Please like if it’s not too shabby, reblog for anyone who may enjoy this and follow if you want to see more! Any suggestions are happily taken for future writing! I love you all! be safe and be kind x

Warnings: Hints of depression and anxiety

Part 1 - Part 3

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Days had passed since the audition, and while you were sat on your laptop every hour searching for new jobs, new projects, more auditions and pure hope of some miracle, you couldn't help but starting to feel like you were failing slightly.

You liked to write happy songs and create stories using your music, but you were finding it harder to find the inspiration. Usually you and Harry would sit and talk ideas for hours, but since he made you miss your audition, you were distant from him, it was only the last day or two that you had been getting slowly back to normal.

Every day since the incident when Harry came home after working at the studio, he would open the curtains to make sure you had fresh air and daylight after cooping yourself up on the sofa all day, in the dimly lit living room. Not only that, he would check the cupboards, fridge and the sink to check that you were eating enough. He had seen you stressed and upset before. He had been there through some difficult moments in your life, and had always been your rock throughout the years, especially when your mental health was struggling during these times. But this time was worse. He couldn't help being concerned for someone he loved and cared for.

"Hey pumpkin..." He whispers softly, settling himself down beside you after completing his daily routine "Have you done much today?" he gently combs his fingers through your hair before dropping his arm round your shoulders.

You just sigh softly, looking ahead blankly at the quiet TV, simply shaking your head. If only he could see what was going on in that pretty mind of yours then maybe he could make everything better.

"I see you used the piano and the guitar today though..." he states, although it came out more like a question.

Minutes of silence filled the room until out of the blue, some words left your lips. "...Adam came to get the ring today" you whisper, feeling the tears brim your eyes once again, for what felt like the millionth time today.

"Oh darling" He frowns, pulling you into his chest tightly, just like he did the night you found out your (now ex-) boyfriend, Adam, was cheating on you. Unfortunately, you happened to find out minutes before he proposed to you, in front of all of your friends, including Harry. You didn't know what to do, so you took the ring, said you'd think about it and you left him standing alone. This all happened months ago, and you really thought that you was totally over it.

"Everything that's happened this week...I-I just...I feel like such a failure Haz. It just feels like I...I-I'm falling...falling apart and nothings going right! Why isn’t anything going right! I can’t even write one stupid song that makes sense" you let out hard sobs as your hands fisted his clean white t-shirt.

"No...no, no, no don't say that...please don't ever say that." He frowns, pulling away from you, but still staying close. His warm hands press against your cheeks as he lifts your face gently "hey, hey look at me" he whispers, begging you to look at him.

Your sad wide eyes flickered up into his, gentle tears falling down your face. "I know...I know it's hard at the moment. But everything happens for a reason. And everything will get better...I know it will. Do you trust me?" He whispers, his eyes gazing deep into yours, almost like if he looked hard enough, he could read your mind.

You give a hesitant nod as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before wiping the tears dampening your cheeks. Being affectionate together wasn't anything unusual for the two of you, you really were the best of friends.

"I'll go make some dinner okay? Pasta sound good?" You just nod your head gently at him as he leaves your side. You let out a deep sigh and head over to the living room window, watching the sunrise beginning to set over the busy London town. "So...how's the studio going?" You ask him curiously, your gaze still at the window.

"I erm..." He clutters around in the kitchen. His job was a topic he had been avoiding for the last few days. He didn't want to rub it in that he was busy writing an album for millions of fans, who would be screaming his lyrics back to him all over the world in years to come. "It's...good. I mean, its tiring but I...yeah. It's good" He nods.

"H, you don't have to avoid it. I forgive you for what happened. I know you would never have done it out of spite...and you deserve your life style, you work hard!" You say as you head into the kitchen, re-filling the water in the vase on the table, your vibrant roses and lilies still looking as beautiful as the first day Harry bought them for you.

"You work hard too!" He frowns softly "Harry I don't think moping around on the sofa, drowning in my sorrows, is the definition of working hard" You let out a gentle chuckle.

"So...how's it really going?" You hop up onto the stool beside the kitchen counter.

"Well, we have 4 songs so far...and they are...different to the last album. I mean they reckon three of them will be on the pop charts...maybe even a number one slot there" He sighs softly.

"Oh wow, that does sound different to before...and you...don't want that?" You ask curiously, judging by the lack of excitement. "Well...it's not that. I just...it's hard to write another album when the last one did well, and you have to make sure it's better than the last one." He sighs softly as he cooks. "They want me to write some slower, more emotional songs. I just can't...well the words don't fit right. I'm just not feeling emotional about anything, so I don't know where to get the emotion from"

"Well you can't put a price on emotion Haz, you can't just go and buy it in Gucci. You have to really feel it. Even if you aren't thinking about something specific or direct to you. I used to find that sometimes when I was trying to write, I'd create these characters in my head, and I'd give them all these different stories and personalities. And I...I used that to really help me write music. It's not easy." You explain while getting two of the plates from the cupboard and pouring two drinks for the table.

"You used to? You mean you don't use that method anymore?" He asks curiously, while giving the pasta one final stir.

"I...I think I've decided that I'm not going to write music anymore" You shrug softly, your eyes unable to life to his. "I need a proper job. And things aren't going well with auditions lately and I make a total fool out of myself every time I go into a meeting. It's time I looked for a proper job. Besides, the price of bills in this house keeps going up and up."

"What?! Y/N you're so good at writing songs and music! You can't throw it all away now! That is your proper job. And I love hearing what you write, it inspires my own stuff!" He frowns, his brow furrowing, trying to understand you. "Think of all the songs no one will get to hear"

"No one hears them anyway...It's different now. The entertainment industry is changing more and more by the day. Maybe the stuff I write just isn't as trendy anymore." It was difficult for you to admit, but you knew you had to accept it.

"There's a fine line between us Styles, because the difference is, you're already there. You have the whole world in your hands Haz, you can go anywhere and do anything. You could sing a song to a fish and the whole world would be adored by you still! If I did something like that...I'd be laughed out of every interview, audition and meeting for the rest of my life. But we’ll be alright" You smile and shrug, your mood had certainly been hit and miss the last few days, but you knew you had to carry on with your life.

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“Hey Y/N come here!” Harry calls from the living room. You were currently in your room, scrolling through your Instagram, while in a pasta coma after dinner. You rush over to the living room “What’s up?” You ask, seeing him sat at the gleaming white piano, which as always was sat under the window.

“What do you think?” He starts to play a few notes on the piano, looking between the scruffy paper notes cluttering the top of the piano and his hands.

“Can’t put a price on emotion...it’s something that you just can’t buy...you...you’ve got my devotion...but....but” He sighs softly, playing around with the notes and the wording on his notes.

You smile softly as you recognise his acknowledgment of your earlier conversation “...but man, I can hate you sometimes” you sing gently, testing to see how it could fit.

“Hey that’s mean! Why would you say that!” He fakes a pout up at you “I thought we- hey actually...you’re right! That really fits!” He chuckles, pulling you onto the stool beside him. “Can you try a G chord, B chord and....lets try a C...” You nod and smile as your fingers gloss over the keys effortlessly, while Harry fits the verse together and tries to find the right tempo.

“Wait...it doesn’t sound right. Maybe lets try a D instead of C?” You suggest as you re-try, playing those three chords over and over again.

“You...are...a genius!” He grins and wraps his arms around your waist. ”Keep going!” He smirks, pushing more lyrics in front of you. Sometimes having a fresh pair of eyes really helped...or perhaps he just wanted to prove that you had talent.

You peer down at the pages upon pages of words flooding your view. “...I don’t want to fight with you....and I...and I don’t like to sleep in the dark...we’ll get the drinks in...I...I can’t stop thinking of her...”

Harrys fingers join yours at the piano “We’ll be a fine line....We’ll be a fine line...”He smiles softly as he taps on a few random keys.

You pull your fingers away gently “It...your song sounds...really good H. It’s beautiful actually.”

“You mean our song...” He whispers.

“Harry no, it’s your song, all the pieces, I just put your jigsaw together” You smile. “I know how it is writing songs and the first draft is never the same as the final version. You might decide to change it all completely” You whisper.

“Not with your lyrical genius ability and words of wisdom...your name will be all over this track” You felt a shock of electricity ripple through your veins as you felt his eyes burning into yours. His lips pressed gently against your forehead, lingering against your skin longer than usual. That sort of affection was normal from your best friend...so why did it just feel like something completely different? And what did he mean about my name being all over the track?

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cjjohansson · 3 years

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NONE OF THIS WAS MEANT TO HAPPEN- PART 2

NATASHA ROMANOFF x BLACKWIDOW!READER

SUMMARY; After being apprehended by the Avengers and growing closer to Natasha, you let slip a secret she didn't know you knew. What happens when she realises you know the truth?

WARNINGS; mentions of abuse, swearing, previous suicide attempt, self harm, self doubt, mental health, smoking, drinking. sad natasha.

-PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION-

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“So you’re telling me Yelena lied?”

Natasha didn’t expect this. She hadn't heard that name for a while now, not since destroying the Red Room herself with the help from her but since then nothing but radio silence. She thought Yelena was too busy still trying to free other widows but she knew from finding you and helping you Yelena hadn't finished her mission yet. But she was confused at how you knew Yelena and still had her in your mind even through the torture of the mind control and manipulating you had experienced. She continued staring at you, she didn't know what to do or say to you.

“So was she lying or not Natasha?” your voice came through her ears making her refocus. Your voice sounded desperate to know the truth, you needed to know the truth.

“I don't know what you’re talking about y/n.” Nat knew she should tell the truth, why was she still hiding this part of her past from you, no one knew about the help she had received when destroying the red room but no one knew her as well as you. Only knowing each other for this short amount of time you both opened up in different ways, it was freeing for Natasha to see someone who went through the same pain as she did and it helped guide her in helping you. Knowing if she could help you it’d help herself, she still saw all the red in her ledger but she was determined to wipe it in hopes she could help you wipe yours. She knew how you felt about the terrible things you did under control and for all the years up until now. She knew you shared the same pain. Apart from you only had Natasha. Slowly growing more open with the team but Natasha had you AND the team, the team she had grown so close with over the years to now finally call her family. But still the lie fell from her lips like it was a simple song.

“You’re lying, I know you're lying and I don't understand why it's me Natasha!” your voice only grew louder the more frustrated you got.

“I still remember holding Yelena the day you managed to escape the Red Room, I remember her crying and having to keep her quiet at night so no one saw her and thought she was weak! She constantly fell asleep holding the only memory she had left of you. But it all stopped months after I was taken from her in my sleep being transferred to a new location! I remember mouthing to her ‘it’ll be ok, we will find eachother again’ but after that nothing. I cannot even remember how long ago that was now Natasha, the years after being put through the mind control barely anything feels real. It was all confusing at the time trying to work out who this girl was that I kept seeing in my dreams and anytime I asked them it would only end in a beating. I knew not to ask anymore. But I remember being sent on this mission to kill you Natasha! I remember after I finally woke up again and saw your face that this person in front of me will help because my friend never gave up hope in you! It was like all I could see was Yelena and this random blue haired girl!”

“I'm not lying. I don't know who or what you're talking about!” another lie, slipping past her lips like it was nothing. Her lies only fueled you with more anger and frustration. Her face just stayed staring at you like she was trying to burn the lie into your head. You thought you knew her, but the person who was standing in front of you now lying was most definitely not the same person you shared a kiss with only moments ago.

“You said I could trust you Natasha. You might be able to get away with lying to the team but you're forgetting we were taught to lie by the same people. I can see straight through you.” your voice hit back at her laced with venom, she could see the disappointment in your eyes. You slowly turned to leave, you couldn't stand here with her right now knowing she was lying. How could she lie to you after everything she has helped you with over the last few months. You thought you loved her, you thought she might have loved you. You got off the bed and walked towards the door, you couldn't be here right now.

“Y/n/n wait.” she grabbed your wrist, stopping you from reaching the door, the same wrist that was littered in a big scar from the time you woke up. Her touch burnt, all she received from you was a flinch and you pulling your wrist from her touch.

“Don't you dare fucking touch me Natalia! Only moments ago I thought I finally had someone I could trust, someone who would keep me safe. But now all I see is the Black fucking Widow stood infront of me. So no Natalia, I won't wait. I won't stand here while you lie to me straight through your teeth. I wont stand here while you tell me you don't know who or what i’m talking about when I held that some person for months through her fucking tears because her so called sister left without her! I picked up the pieces you fucking ruined and now you expect me to stand here and think that you're telling me the truth and Yelena lied all those years? You expect me to think the voice in my head the day I woke up after I slit my wrist wide open telling me to trust you is fucking lying? Because if it was lying I wish, I fucking wish I let myself bleed out right then and there.” You knew you hit her then, like your voice was so loud filling the room like it was pounding in her ears. She knew you were right that it wasn’t her standing in front of you but was the Black Widow trying to manipulate her targets for information. Before she could even reply, the sound of the door slamming brought her back to focus. She quickly wiped her cheek as she felt the tears slowly falling from her eyes, not even remembering when she had started crying. Why did she lie? Why did she ruin the chances of you? Ruining your trust like it didn't take so much time to try and gain it? What had she done? Her and Yelena were ok now, they had worked on their differences and she had apologised for what had happened all the years ago but why wouldn't she tell you that? She knew Yelena held a grudge and hated her for leaving without her when they finally saw each other again but that wasn't the case now. Everything was different now and the main difference was Natasha finally realising that maybe she was falling for you and she had ruined all her chances in that becoming a reality. She needed to give you space, she knew that if she was to chase you now it would only make you more angry, she knew she needed to figure out how to talk to you and explain why she had done what she had done, until then she couldn't risk seeing you.

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It had been a week since your argument with Natasha. Nothing made sense to you. It was driving you crazy at how she lied to you like you were nothing to her, like you weren't the person she had spent nights laughing with over stupid movies and also crying too when talking about each other's pasts. You had only slept once since then, a few hours after your argument, you had finally made your way back to your room knowing she would have left. You felt exhausted, only moments before your argument you had woken up from a terrible nightmare to then being in the comfort of her arms, to then kissing her to then shouting. It was like the only thing your body wanted to do was sleep right then and there. When you woke up hours later looking at your clock did you see the time read 4am, you had slept for 12 hours and by that point you understood why.

-flashback-

You steadily got out of your bed still feeling disgusted from being in your gym clothes from the day before everything happened, you made your way to the shower knowing you needed to rid all this grime off of yourself. You stood still in the shower letting the water fall off your shoulders like it was the first time you had ever seen water before it felt relaxing. Letting yourself get lost in the feeling of it but still your mind grew to the thought of what it would be like if Natasha was standing behind you right now washing your hair, touching you so delicately like you could break from any sudden movement. It felt too overwhelming. You crumbled to your knees like your body could no longer hold your weight anymore, your tears getting lost within the water that was over your face. It felt like you couldn't breathe, you were trapped in a place with nobody you could trust. Your mind grew dark so quickly, like the only way to get out of this place was to reopen that wrist but she still lingered in your mind, the thought of her finding you on this shower floor was breaking you even more. Why were you still feeling this sympathy for her after everything that had happened. You couldn't do this you needed to get rid of this feeling inside, it felt like your body was on fire, you felt scared and it was something you hadn't felt for a few months now, you had felt safe in her presence to now feeling as if you would leave this room and pass out, you needed it gone. You scrambled up from your feet in a hurry trying to find anything in your bathroom for a release, you remembered Natasha had made sure anything you could hurt yourself with had been removed from your pending room after your incident. There was nothing in here you could even butter bread with, it only made you feel more anger towards her. You stopped looking, taking a deep breath and staring at yourself in the mirror, wiping your hand over the mirror to see yourself clearer due to the fog clinging to it. And that's when you realised this would do. Bringing your clenched fist up to pound into the mirror sending shards flying everywhere, thank god for your enhancements you thought, that brought a light chuckle out of you. Frantically picking a big enough shard off the floor and moving yourself to sit on the toilet you knew this would help. Blood came seeping out of each cut, dripping down your leg and running onto the floor, you knew you'd done enough. The pain you felt inside had felt like it had disappeared more and more after every cut. You moved back into the shower preparing yourself for the sharp stings of pain that would soon follow, washing yourself quickly and exiting your bathroom, closing the door and leaving it shut. You knew you’d had to clean up later but for now you dragged yourself back to your bed in hopes to sleep more even though you knew you wouldn’t.

-end flashback-

You sat on the balcony of the compound still trying to work out how and why this had happened, you hadn't seen her for a week, you knew people had grown suspicious as to why you weren't joint at her hip and instead was constantly wrapped in a blanket on the balcony. The only person to come over and talk to you was Wanda, you would never say much. Only asking her if she could get you some cigarettes from the shop and some vodka, you knew if she said no you could always just ask FRIDAY to get some delivered, but she always came back hours later with the two things you'd asked her for, you always sent her the softest smile with a quiet thank you and she would leave after that. You wondered if she knew she was feeding into your new addictions and a way to stop the pain coming forward. You wondered if you were taking advantage of her but still you never wondered to ask.

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You brought the cigarette up to your lips lighting it quickly, the feeling burning your throat and lungs as you slowly inhale the toxic chemicals it gives out, you had never smoked before this whole thing with Natasha, it wasn't until you had seen someone smoking in a movie did you grow curious of whole thing but now look, it was like you was a natural. Cigarette in one hand, half a bottle of vodka in the other, that is all you've done all week. You only moved from this spot to go to the toilet, not even bothering with food. It wasn't healthy and you knew that, you also knew this was a pathetic way of coping from everything with Natasha but it was helping.

A small cough is what brought you out of your train of thoughts, you looked up towards the door seeing her standing there. You hated how the first thing you thought was how beautiful she looked with the moonlight shining in just the right way. It made her eyes even more beautiful than they already were, you threw your head back to look at the trees across from you, no you needed to be angry at her.

“Smoking isn’t good for you, you know.” you wanted to chuckle at her but the hurt seeping through your veins was too much to deal with, gulping down the growing lump in your throat you continued smoking while staring. She sighed moving to sit opposite you so she constricted your view. You now sit facing her staring into her beautiful emerald orbs hoping the tears don't start to fall.

“I’m sorry” watching her slowly lowering her head after her words, her hands running through her hair, you're sure you heard a slight sniffle but you continued to stare, not caring to reply.

“Please say something, anything” she sounded so vulnerable, so small but you needed an explanation not just an apology. You go to speak but your tears are already threatening to fall so you turn your head to the side gulping down some vodka to ignore the pain.

“I'm not good at apologising, I'm even worse at talking about my past. I did lie. But I shouldn't have. I lied because I didn't want to remember what I did to her back then, the things I did in general back then.” you finally turned to look at her again slowly nodding for her to continue.

“Me and Yelena, we…errrr...we had a mission when we were young. Acting as sisters with two other agents as our parents. It was nice, you know, acting normal. I went from being in the Red Room, to a normal life. To then just be taken back away again. But it was different for her, I tried to not let them take her, she was too young, but like they said, I was younger…” she stayed staring down at her feet, you could tell it was a lot for her to be doing this, you were thankful she was opening up telling you the truth but you could see her discomfort seeping through. Holding out the bottle of vodka for her to take she brought her head up slowly looking at you and then to the bottle. She let out a light chuckle moving to accept the bottle from you and taking a drink. She gave it back, wiping the few tears that had escaped, you thought she was done talking until she sighed and carried on.

“I held her as they took us to the Red Room again, well me again, not her. It was terrifying. I just held her trying to shield her from seeing anything and everything, she just clung to me, sobbing. We were so young and I knew what was going to happen to her and there was nothing more I could do. I knew as soon as we were there she'd be taken from me and I'd never see her again. But I did see her, of course you know I did. It was quick stares walking past each other or it was me looking for her subtly when we would be eating, I couldn't protect her anymore. We could only protect ourselves. Any signs of love, affection or even friendship were frowned upon. How could I comfort her or look after her when everything I wanted to do I would have been punished for? That would have scared her even more. So I kept to myself.”

You didn't know how to react or what to do, the woman who was so continuously strong no matter what was thrown at her was sitting in front of you sobbing, it broke your heart and you knew it was breaking hers.

“Tasha, it's ok. Please.” you couldn't watch her cry anymore but you knew there was so much more she needed to say.

“No, y/n I...I need to do this.” you gave her a small nod, urging her to continue as you swallowed your own tears.

“She got out about 7 months ago too. Things happened and well me, her and our parents, Alexei and Melina. We took down Dreykov, we took down the main Red Room. I found out about all of these other widows that were placed all around the world being controlled. Yelena had this antidote that managed to break widows out of mind control, she found out the hard way what it was but we managed to save the widows that were at that Red Room. We only had one dose left, so with the help from Melina and Alexei they created more so they could go and save all the girls that were left. When you showed up I knew that clearly she hadn't finished the whole mission yet but I knew that 4 months wasn't a lot of time to do that hence why she hadn't reached you yet. I hadn't been in contact with any of them since then, I tried to get in touch but I never received anything back even up until two weeks ago.” she had stopped crying now, she looked more comfortable talking, it released this ache in your heart knowing she was becoming ok. You just wanted to hug her, so you did. You moved quickly, cigarettes and bottle of vodka long forgotten about and settled on her lap. She tensed slightly when you first sat down but soon enough you felt her relax, you just couldn't stop looking at her. Her eyes glassy from the tears she had shed, the light smell of the vodka she had drunk coming out from her lips as she breathed slowly. You just forgot everything that had happened in the past week. You cupped her face making sure all of her attention was on you, leaning in slowly to finally connect your lips in a gentle kiss. You finally moved away when you felt tears dripping down your cheeks, not evening knowing if they were yours or hers. Her hand came to settle on your cheek wiping away the tears that had fallen, the smallest of a smile on her face.

“I went to find them this week.” her words shocking you, making you shake your head confused. She laughed lightly at your reaction.

“Arguing with you just made me realise that I had no clue what was going on, I just left them with this information and took off, so I went to Melinas where I knew one of them would be and saw them there. That's why I had been gone all week.”

You felt relief when something rolled through you, although all this week you had been trying to avoid her, every time you moved from the balcony to the toilets you hoped she would pop out of nowhere. It wasn't until the third day you thought she was actively trying to avoid you too, it's what made you grow more angry. Thinking she just upped and left without a word but you now knew she didn't and suddenly all this anger and pain you felt towards her through the week was gone off your shoulders, but you now hated yourself for the way you reacted, the way you screamed and shouted at her for lying when now you understood why she done what she done out of fear of remembering. You hated yourself for the way you threw yourself into hurting yourself along with smoking and drinking. The guilt settled in your chest, it felt like it was too much to handle once again and you couldn't stop the tears from crashing down, a painful sob falling out of you as you suddenly felt like you could feel your thighs starting to tear and bleed again, like you could feel your throat burning from the bottles of vodka you had consumed and your lungs feeling as if they were suffocating from all the cigarettes you managed to smoke in such a short time.

Natasha reacted quickly, holding you tighter as you tucked yourself into the crook of her neck, a death grip on the back of her shirt as if, if you were to let go, this would all be a dream and she would disappear.

“Hey, hey, hey. Shhh it's ok, you're ok, I’m ok. We are ok. I'm here. I'm sorry for what happened and I'm sorry for leaving without explaining. I'm just so sorry.” her words were meant to be comforting but it only made you sob more.

“The things I did when you were gone Tasha, I overreacted. I'm sorry for everything I said that day of our argument. I understand everything now I do and I'm so grateful for you telling me and I'm so happy Yelena is safe. I'm so sorry. I’m so, so, so sorry.” your voice muffled as you sobbed into her neck only made her grow nervous. No one had said anything about you all week when she called to check in on everyone.

“y/n, what happened?” She spoke so softly, one hand stroking small circles at the bottom of your back and the other hand moving to the side of your hair to move your head up so you were looking at her. It made the words you were trying to say even harder seeing how much her eyes showed her concern and worry.

“M...my...my bathroom, I...I...I ruined it, haven't been in my room since you left. I've stayed out here just smoking and drinking Tasha. I felt so angry and hurt and I hate what I did because now I understand why and what happened and I just overreacted so much and all I've done is cause myself pain and I know you don't want to know or even think that but I have. I hurt myself Tasha, I broke my mirror to do it, gosh thats so fucking stupid and it was only the one time and that doesn't make that ok I know that but it hurts so much. I feel like I'm suffocating, this guilt is too much. You've come back to explain and now here I sit crying and making it sound like everything I did this week was your fault but it wasn't. I'm sorry.” you rambled on continuing to sob, her eyes now just looked so sad, it broke you but you couldn't stop the ‘I’m sorrys’ from falling off your lips but she still stayed stroking your back, leaning your foreheads together telling you over and over that it was ok and she forgave you.

Your sobs finally slowly subsided, the exhaustion finally settling in after the week that had gone by so slowly, it consumed you. But Natasha never let up her continuous flow of ‘its oks’ and never failed to tell you ‘I’m here’ until you finally settled in silence. The silence felt comfortable between you, even though the past hour or maybe even longer held so much pain for the both of you. Your grib finally loosens on her t-shirt, moving to sit up straight to look at her.

“Я люблю вас” she blurts out in a hurry, you stayed staring at her in shock. You made no move to reply or even hug her or kiss her, it made her grow nervous. You felt her tense underneath you straight after it came flying out of her mouth.

“It's fine, you don’t need to...umpth” you cut her off short pulling her into an intense kiss, moving to straddle her lap, she moaned softly into you, making you melt. Even through the gentleness it still felt so rough and aggressive, neither of you pulling away until air became a problem.

“я люблю тебя больше моя Наталья”

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The night seemed to flow so much more calmly after your late night confessions. You both moved to Natashas suite in hopes of getting some more privacy. Your night consisted of movies playing in the background as you both consumed each other with so much love and affection. You knew for sure that no one could ever love you or care for you the way this woman could. It overfilled your heart with so much joy, that even after these years where she was in pain and she blamed herself and the word for everything that had happened to her, that she could still love and feel so deeply. How she could still love you with so much passion in such a short amount of time, when you both grew up being told that it would make you vulnerable and that it was for children.

You knew the way you grew up was terrible and traumatic but in this moment, laying in Natashas arms sharing the smallest of kisses, giggles erupting from both of you, kind words whispered as if anything louder would ruin the moment, you were somewhat grateful that somehow no matter where this life was suppose to take you or what was meant to happen with you, you had never been so happy to have failed your mission against Natasha Romanoff, because right now who knows where you would be or what you was doing. You managed to be so lucky that this woman still accepted you with open arms and made herself vulnerable and somewhere fall in love with you that nothing from your past mattered in this moment. All that mattered was the love you were sharing and the love you can only hope to continue to share into the future.

Maybe ‘None Of This Was Meant To Happen’ but god was you so incredibly happy that it did.

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omg hi i binged read all your works (angst to fluff is srsly my fave aahh you write it so well!!) i really like your baby daddy scenario and i was wondering if you could one with suna (if youre comfortable!) 🥺 tysm i hope u have a nice day 💗💗

Hey, bub. Thank you so much for requesting, I'm glad to hear that you've been loving my works. Here's your request ♥️ I hope you like it. Have a good day and stay hydrated!

Baby Daddy pt. 2

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genre: angst to fluff, comfort

warnings: cursing, rude behavior (resolved), mentions of nausea, self doubt, insecurity

a/n: please do read the warnings everytime before you proceed. warnings have been put there for a reason.

ft. suna rintarou

lesson 1: always communicate

lesson 2: the moment you hear your wife sobbing, abandon your pride, apologize and resolve the argument at hand

"Rin?" you mumbled sleepily as you sat up from the couch, groaning at the ache you felt for sleeping at such an uncomfortable position.

You've been waiting for your husband for almost three hours now. You messaged him beforehand to come home at around 8 pm because you have something important to tell him yet here you were, already 11 pm and still in the living room with a blanket wrapped around you as you watch your husband finally enter your house.

You knew that being a professional volleyball player for the national team was hard. You knew how passionate Rintarou is when it comes to his sport, and as his wife, who were you to discourage him?

But lately, Rintarou had been coming home late, sometimes even as late as midnight. What's worse is that he leaves too early in the morning, just settling on giving you a forehead kiss before heading out.

You weren't only worried about his health but as well as your relationship. You felt secured with your relationship but the longer this goes on, the more that security wavers.

What if one day he just realize that he no longer wants you?

"You're still up?" Rintarou said, throwing you a quick glance before taking off his shoes.

He made his way to you and cupped your cheek to angle your face to him. Leaning down, he kissed your forehead lovingly. "We have a bed, you know? You should've slept there instead of the couch."

"I was waiting for you," you answered with a small frown, "I sent you a message awhile ago but you didn't reply."

"Ah, I must've forgot." Your husband sighed and adjusted the strap of his sports bag, eyes still looking down at you. "I'm sorry. Is it okay if we just talk about it tomorrow? I'm really tired right now."

As Rintarou reached for your hand, you forcefully took it away and glared at him. "It's important, Rin. You should've went home early just like what I said!"

"Can you stop being a brat? I'm not in the mood for your tantrums."

You stood up angrily upon hearing that. With one hand on your hip, you pointed a finger at him out of frustration. "I'm not being a brat! You've been so busy these past few weeks, it's starting to feel like I don't exist to you anymore. You come home late, leave early, and repeat! I can't even remembered the last time we had breakfast, lunch, or dinner together!"

"Well, what do you want me to do? Abandon everything and focus on you? For fuck's sake, y/n, we're not in high school anymore! Not everything is about you, okay? Fucking grow up already." Rintarou fired back, his voice raising up making your blood boil even more.

"Grow up? You're telling me to grow up?" You chuckled for a bit before continuing your argument, "How hypocritical of you to say that, Rintarou. Have you even noticed what changed these past few weeks? I bet you haven't because you're too focused on yourself that you failed to notice your negligence towards your responsibilities as a husband."

"You know what? Leave me alone. Im too tired for this petty argument," he said before turning his back on you.

However, before Rintarou could even slam your bedroom door shut, he felt his entire being panic at the sound of you sobbing.

He immediately turned around and dropped his bag on the floor before making his way to your shaking figure. He encircled his arms around you and pressed your face to his chest, his hand rubbing circles on your back to calm you down.

"Don't you love me anymore, Rin?" you sobbed against his chest as you gripped his shirt tightly.

"Shh, of course I do, y/n. I didn't mean what I said, okay? I'm sorry, baby. I love you so much," he whispered beside your ear as he continued to comfort you. "I was just t-"

"I'm pregnant, Rin."

Rintarou froze. His hands stopped rubbing your back and no words were able to escape his mouth. He felt speechless and the feeling of guilt inside him only intensified.

"W-what?" he whispered as soon as he composed himself. He unwrapped his arm around you to take a closer look at your face.

"I'm pregnant," you repeated, blinking out the tears before looking down. "That's what I wanted to tell but we got into an argument instead. I've actually been feeling nauseous these past few weeks, I missed my period and I was having these weird cravings. I took the pregnancy test and I found out that I am indeed pregnant."

"Shit.." he murmured before shutting his eyes tightly. "I didn't know... I've been to focused on the upcoming tournament that I failed to notice. I'm so sorry, y/n."

Noting the way his voice quivered, you placed a hand to his cheek and guided his head down to your shoulder. "It's okay, Rin. I'm also sorry for overreacting. I know how much this tournament means to you and yet I still acted childish and inconsiderate."

"No." Your husband pulled you even closer to him, your body now basically pressed flush against his chest. "I'm sorry. I should've paid more attention. I can't believe I said such offensive words to you.."

"It's alright now, Rin. Just promise me that you'll balance your time, okay? I'm not demanding so much of your time, I just want you to acknowledge that you have a wife waiting for you, soon a family. I don't want our child to grow up feeling like they aren't their father's priority."

"I promise." He lifted his head from your shoulder to look down at you, his thumb wiping away the tears streaming down your cheeks. "I'm going to be the best father they could ever ask for. I love you so much, y/n."

"I love you too, Rin."

His hand slid down from your cheek to your nape as he leaned closer to you, lips hovering just above yours as he whispered, "Let me kiss you."

You stared at his lips with half lidded eyes, your arms wrapping his neck as he carefully lifted you up. "You don't even have to ask," you answered before finally crashing your lips with his, a small sigh of satisfaction emitting from you at the feeling of finally being in his arms.

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a/n: never let someone disregard your feelings. Your feelings are valid, stand your ground and fight for it.

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hiiraya · 3 years

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one last chance (rewrite)

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pairing: wanda maximoff x reader

words: ~2,029

warnings: angst with a happy ending

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a/n: part 2 of one last dance. hopefully i’ll post a nat fic in a few days, i miss writing for my other baby. happy reading!! ♡

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

"I wish you all the happiness in the world, Wan. Out of everyone in the world, you deserve it the most. So take care of yourself for me, okay?"

If only she knew then that she was at her happiness whenever she was with you, no matter where in the world you might've been, she would've never let you leave.

Like history repeating itself, it'd been months since she last saw you. Since anyone on the team had seen you in the flesh.

When you left that night after your dance with her, you did it in the way you knew best; quietly, without a fuss, not a single word to anyone on where you were going.

You were never one for causing a scene anyway.

Fury kept his promise to you about telling no one your whereabouts, much to chagrin of Wanda. It didn't help that you'd been around the Avengers for so long you'd picked up all sorts of tips and tricks to staying hidden whenever you needed your space.

Wanda knew she wasn't the only one missing your presence back at the compound (though she was the only one that outwardly showed it), but she had to respect your decision to go, hoping that something would bring you back to the team.

To bring you home.

She tells herself that she's happy.

Because why wouldn't she be?

She's married the man she loves, the one who she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. She's already chosen him, the weight of the gold band on her ring finger serving as a constant reminder of her decision.

She wasn't supposed to be longing for someone else.

Wanda had promised him for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish him until death do they part.

So, she's tells herself that she's happy. Because there's no other choice for her to take. She's happy even though there's you sized whole in her chest that continues to remind her of the way your eyes drank her in on the night of her wedding, memorising the sight of her face, the sight of her before you left for good.

Being who he was, Vision could tell that something was off with his wife.

He could see the change in her behaviour ever you left the reception that night all those months ago. He would see the looks she would give the door whenever she would pass by your old room, as if she was waiting for you to come out and greet her for the day.

From the moment you were gone, Wanda started to retreat back into her own shell no matter how many times she insisted that she was fine.

It hurt him to see her be excited to come home from a successful mission, to watch her look around for you, ready to share stories about what had happened, only to have the reality of your absence wash over her.

Every now and then Wanda would slip, telling the team “I can’t wait to tell Y/N about this!" or "Wait till Y/N sees this, she's not going to believe it!"

Everyone would only stare at her expectantly, and for a moment she was confused as to why until she remembered. The smile disappearing from her face before she excused herself to her room. He knew that there was no stopping the heaviness in her chest when she remembers that you weren't there anymore.

Because how could you be happy when the one person you love is hundreds of miles away from you?

"Wanda, can I ask you something?"

The look in her husband's eyes tells her that there really was no excusing herself from the conversation that they were about to have.

"Of course, Vis."

"First, I need you to close your eyes." He says, quickly adding a soft 'please' when she throws him a confused look. Nevertheless, she follows his instructions and lets her eyes fall shut.

"I want you to be honest with me, I'm not here to judge or pick a fight." She hears him walking towards her, only to feel the couch dip a few seconds later, telling her that he was sitting by her side, most definitely watching her reactions.

"If I tell you to go back to our wedding night, at the reception, who comes to mind first when I ask you to remember a dance from that night?" His voice holds no malice, no grudge or bitterness towards her.

She sighs as she lets her mind wander back to that night. The dance she shared with her husband should be the first one to come to mind, she knows this but it's not at all who she sees.

Instead she sees you, like she always does. She sees your smile as you held her flush against your body, sees the way your eyes studied her like you were trying to memorise everything and anything in that moment.

She sees you.

By the look on Vision's face when she opens her eyes, she knows that he's known for a long time. Maybe he's known all along.

He gives her a soft smile, nodding his head in understanding as he leans forward to press a kiss to her forehead before exiting the room.

You missed your home. You missed your family.

You wanted to say that leaving helped heal your heart, that your decision to leave was treating you well but you couldn't lie to yourself. Not when it was so painfully obvious that you were anything but fine being away for so long.

You missed helping Peter with his homework on the days that he would stop by the compound after school.

You missed the bickering between Sam and Bucky whenever they asked you to play mediator whenever they had their little arguments.

You missed being in the labs with Tony and Bruce, keeping them company and offering your opinions on their newest ideas when you could.

And even though you hated the way it left you with sore muscles and aching bones, you missed training with Steve and Natasha, the only two who could truly get your ass out of bed.

You missed everything that ever made you feel at home.

But you couldn’t go back. There was a reason why you left in the first place, and as much as you missed your family, you were a coward when it came to the matters of your heart.

You still loved Wanda and there was nothing you could do about it. You told Fury that you would only come back if they needed you. The fact that it had been months of radio silence from him, you just assumed that they were doing fine without you.

They didn't need you as much as you needed them.

But when Fury calls you about a rouge syndicate planning an attack using a chemical nerve agent, saying that they needed your help to create a antitoxin with Bruce if things took a turn for the worse, you don't hesitate in taking the next flight back to New York.

Thankfully, the team manages to stop the attack before it could even begin.

Since they'd been tracking the movement of the syndicate ever since they caught wind of the attack, they managed to track down the base they'd been using to create the nerve agent.

Still, you and Bruce create the antitoxin as a precaution.

But now that meant you had to stay in the compound until it was time for your flight back.

Everyone had been elated that you had returned that Tony threw a small party just for you and the rest of the team after returning from the mission.

“Y/N, can we talk?”

Ever since you all arrived back to the tower, you'd been actively trying to avoid Wanda, talking to whoever was around when you saw her looking at you from across the room.

It was a cruel thing to do but you couldn't help it. You were still hopelessly in love with her despite everything. You could feel the tension fall around room as everyone became quiet, trying hard not to make it obvious that everyone was waiting for your response.

Nodding your head, you meet her eyes for the first time in months.

"Lead the way."

It's silent as you head to your old room. Closing the door behind you, your eyes can't help but drink in the sight of the woman in front of you.

"What did you want to talk about, Wanda?"

She gestures for you to sit on the empty bed beside her.

“They say absence makes the heart fonder, but Y/N, all it did was make mine even more yours.” She starts, eyes downcast to her lap.

You furrow your eyebrows at her words but don't get the chance to ask her what she means as she continues to talk.

“For months, I’ve been trying to convince myself that I’m happy with Vision because that’s what I’m supposed to be right? I’m supposed to be happy because I chose him, because I married him so why wouldn’t I be happy with the decisions I’ve made?”

“Wand-“

“But I’m not. I’m not happy. I'm far from it. Every time he touches me, I can’t help but wish it was you. Every time he says my name, it sounds wrong coming from his lips. It feels wrong looking into his eyes and seeing them morph into yours. I find myself looking for you until I remember that you're not here, that you're god knows where. You're not here with me."

You too shocked by her words to realize that she's crying until she reaches up to wipe her cheeks.

"I danced with two people that night, Y/N. The one I married and the one I wish I had married instead.”

Your mouth drops open at that, you know you should say something, but you don't know what and even if you did, you were too scared that this was all just a trick.

She just missed you being around, that's all it was. She mistook missing you as thinking that she was in love with you.

“You left and it was like you took a part of me with you. You left and I didn’t know where to look for you. I love you, Y/N and I’m so sorry I let you go in the first place.”

You stopped her rambling there, leaning forward and kissing her lips before she could say more. Because when Wanda Maximoff looks at you like that, with apologies and honestly written all over her face, there’s not a thing in the word that could stop you from pressing your lips against hers.

“I love you too, but you already knew that. There isn’t anyone else but you.”

It's only after you two catch your breath that you remember something important.

“But what about Vision? Aren't you two still married?”

She offers you a sheepish smile as you look at her with concern, dread filling your chest at the thought of being the reason that Wanda was unfaithful to her husband.

“Actually, he was the one who actually made me realize my feelings for you.”

“So what you’re saying is-” You start. She nods as her smile grows, planting another kiss on your lips.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying, moya lyubov. We’re not together anymore.” She finished.

Abruptly standing up from the mattress, you turn your body to face her, bowing slightly as you hold out your hand to her, palms facing up at you smile at her.

Wanda frowns at your sudden movement before a knowing smile appears on her face as she realizes what you were doing.

“May I have this dance?”

Her smiles grows up at you as she stands, nodding her head as she places her hand over yours. With your arms wrapped around her waist, her own around your neck, you pull her close and she can't help but think that this was where she was meant to be all along

“You may.”

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forever-rogue · 3 years

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My lovely, when you get a chance and/or feel so inclined, id love you forever if youd write a part 2 to the story where Boba’s wife is prego, we need a little Fett heir to the throne lol. Ily! ❤️

I couldn’t resist! Enjoy!

Can be read as a stand alone or part 2 to this!

Boba Fett x Fem!Reader; no warnings

Star Wars Masterlist

»»————-　♡　————-««

You were tired, so tired. And why? You hadn't even done anything to cause you to experience the tiredness that was dragging you down. If anything, you should have been wide awake and ready to take on the day. But as soon as you'd gotten up and eaten breakfast, you were just about ready for a nap.

That was after you'd rushed to the fresher in order to heave up everything you had just eaten.

Strange. It must have been something from breakfast - perhaps some of the fruit had been off or...something. There really wasn't anything that you thought it could be. But obviously something had disagreed with you.

"What's wrong, Little One?" A concerned expression was on his face as he removed the helmet as he came back into your bedroom. He'd expected to find you flitting around the sprawling palace tending to odds and ins, but he hadn't spotted hide not hair of you all day, "I haven't seen you all day."

"Nothing," you offered up the best smile you could muster up as you looked up from the soft bed where you were currently buried under a mountain of blankets, "just taking a nap."

"You've been tired lately," a note of concern colored his tone as he came over and sat at the edge of bed. You made a small sound as you pouted at him, shrugging your shoulders lightly. He sighed before taking his hand and gently brushing the hair out of your face. He pressed the back of his hand to your forehead before following suit with your cheeks, "is everything alright?"

"Yes," you whispered softly, "I guess I'm just going through a phase. I'm sure its nothing - don't worry about me, Boba."

"I always worry," he inhaled and exhaled deeply before leaning down and pressing his forehead against yours, "I need to leave soon. I can stay if you prefer, if you're not feeling well."

"No, no, no," you insisted firmly, sitting up and fervently shaking your head, "Boba, you're not staying behind because of me. You've got to go and you will. Besides, someone needs to stay back and look over the place. It - I will be fine, I swear it."

"If you're sure-"

"Boba Fett," you tugged on his cowl, "You're going and that is final. Besides, I'll have Fennec here. Everything will be fine."

"I love you," he insisted as you beamed at him, "I'll be back soon. I won't be gone long."

"I'll hold you to it," you said as he kissed you gently, "promise me one thing?"

"Hmm?"

"Quit worrying so much!" you tapped his nose, attempting to make light of the situation, but Boba was not having it. It made you smile a little, however, to see this big, bad Mandalorian let you tease him in such a manner. Had it been anyone else in the galaxy, they would be dead on their feet within seconds, "Boba - for me? Try anyways?"

"I lost you once," he reminded you as a solemn look crossed your features, "I will not do it again."

"And I lost you too," he was not the only one who had suffered during your years of separation, "but we found our way back to each other. We always will - besides I'm not the one going out to hunt down quarry. I'll be here, safe and sound."

"Little One-"

"Boba Fett, are you forgetting that I once was the same as you?" you arched a brow as he huffed lightly and admitted silent defeat, "I am out of practice but I won't be alone. Now go and get ready - the sooner you leave, the sooner you'll be back."

»»————-　♡　————-««

But then a week passed. And another. And then before you knew it, you were approaching three weeks without Boba. You knew he was fine, as you required, maybe even begged, for him to communicate with you and keep you in the loop as much as possible when he was gone.

But still - it wasn't the same as having him at home and within arms length.

Kriff. Hopefully he'd be back soon. Maybe -

But you didn't have enough time to think further into any sort of scheme as the contents of your stomach churned and you ran to the nearest the fresher.

Fennec had been looking for you, concerned at this point for your health as well. You hadn't been looking well for weeks and she was sure something was up.

"Hey," she said gently with a rap of her knuckles on the door. You sighed heavily with a wipe to your mouth as you sat down on the floor. The sniper, small but fierce, came in and sat next to you, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze, "are you okay? This has been going on for weeks."

"I dunno, Fen," you admitted, "I think its just some bug but I can't shake. I'm sure it'll get better soon."

"And I'm sure you should go and see a healer," she was insistent and while she had inklings of suspicion, she wasn't going to mention those just yet, "or I'll be forced to tell Fett.”

“You’re worrying over nothing,” you insisted with a small roll of your eyes. Sometimes you didn’t know who was worse - Fennec or Boba. Surely one had to have learned from the other as they became increasingly protective over you, “it’s fine, Fen.”

“It’s my job to worry about you,” she reminded you softly, “otherwise Fett will have my head. Besides, I happen to care about you as well. Please go to the healer this afternoon and just get a check up. What can it hurt?”

“Fine,” you agreed, begrudgingly, crossing your arms over your chest, “fine. But when nothing is wrong, I will gladly tell you both I told you so.”

“We’ll see about that, Princess,” Fennec gently pushed your hair out of your face as you huffed lightly. You felt more like a child than a respected adult at that moment.

»»————-　♡　————-««

As you made your way back home - the newly redone and revamped palace that was welcoming to all - an odd sense settled over you. You felt...a million different things all at once, but none of them seemed real. A few tears had run down your cheeks as you almost laughed to yourself. You certainly weren’t going to be able to tell them I told you so after this.

And yet you didn’t mind - not at all. In fact, among all the worries and fears that rushed through your body, you were excited. Thrilled even. Who would have thought?

Marching down the stairs to the throne room, you expected to find Fennec to share your news with her, but instead you found a different sight. One that sent a spike of excitement flowing through your blood.

“Boba!” you hopped down the last few steps and bounded over to him. He immediately looked up from what he was working on, a smile gracing his features as he held his arms open to you. You almost bowled him over in your excitement, a feat compared to how much of a tank he was in the armor, “my love - you’re home!”

“As are you,” he kissed the top of your head before putting his hands on either side of your face, “Fennec told me you went to see the healer. Is everything alright?”

“Yes, but it can wait - how was your trip?”

“It was fine,” he gave you a curious look, “just business as usual. Now tell me - what aren’t you telling me?”

“You weren’t hurt or anything were you?” you looked him up and down, checking his face to make sure there were no new marks or injuries before following suit with the parts of him that were exposed to you. He scoffed lightly as you fawned over him, but deep down the big bad bounty hunter lavished in your praise, “no mishaps?”

“No mishaps, no injuries,” he promised as you peppered a few kisses across his cheeks, “out with it, Little One. I know you’re hiding something, you always get like this.”

“Hmmm,” you mused as you took a step backwards and tried your best to keep from brimming over with excitement, “and you are always a big worry wart over nothing, my love.”

“Only when it comes to you,” he insisted with a waggle of his finger, “now out with it, what’s going on.”

“Remember how I was feeling before you left?” you asked and he nodded with a grimace, “well I haven’t been feeling better-”

“You told me you had,” he accused as you gave him a sheepish look, “were you lying to me?”

“Maybe…” you plastered on the most innocent expression you could, “but none of it matters-”

“Of course it does!”

“Hush,” you held a finger up to his lips in order to silence him, “lemme finish. Well, this morning I still wasn’t feeling better, and Fennec insisted I go to the healer. She insisted and said you would too.”

“Of course I would, I’ve been telling you since -”

“I know, I know, I know,” you rushed out the words, very fiber of your being trembling with excitement, “I found out the reason I haven’t been well.”

“Is it a bug?” he asked as you shook your head, causing him to tilt his head to side in confusion, “if it’s not...what could it possibly be?”

“I’m pregnant,” you blurted out excitedly, unable to hold back any longer. Boba’s face shifted through about a million expressions as he looked at you expectantly and you nodded. A smile tugged on the corners of his mouth before he pulled you into his arms, clutching you against him as tightly as he possibly could, “we’re having a baby, Boba!”

“A baby,” he back as he studied your face, gently wiping away at the tears that had rolled down your cheeks while his own eyes glistened as well, “Little One - cyare - this is far better than I could have expected.”

“I know,” you agreed as he kissed you, “I never thought...it all makes sense now. The fatigue, not being able to keep food down - it’s so obvious. I don’t know why I didn’t think of this sooner.”

“A baby,” he was incredulous, unable to form a coherent thought at the exciting news. He never thought he would get this - you, a baby, an empire, anything - but it was, all coming to bless him at once. He had never been more thankful than in that moment. He looked down at your stomach, where there was still no evidence of your pregnancy just yet, but sighed contentedly before placing a gentle hand over it. He couldn’t wait to see you grow round with your child - his child - as time went on. If you thought he was protective over you before, then you were in for something else. Now that he had everything he could possibly ever want, he was never letting it go.

“You’re - you’re happy right, my love?” you asked as he met your eyes, lips trembling as they were tugged up lightly in the corners. Touching his cheek lightly, he keened into your touch before you gave him a gentle kiss, “I know we didn’t...plan this, but I’m happy.”

“Me too,” he promised as he wrapped you into another warm hug, this time being gentle with your stomach as you laughed, “I am happier than any man deserves to be. All thanks to you, Little One. I love you.”

“I love you too Boba,” you agreed, “I am so happy, so so happy. But there is one thing…”

“You’re not going to be able to call me Little One much longer,” you grinned as you put on your belly, “not once the real little one comes around.”

“Nonsense,” he insisted softly, “you’ll always be my Little One, Princess. Always.”

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angelic-jeonghan1004 · 3 years

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Enhypen reacting to you cheating in a game to win

More enha timeeee I've got more stuff in the works for them so soon I'll make a masterlist! Doing a mixture of both video games and arcade games in this. If it's not obvious to tell from my past fics I love me some video games I'm now super into Genshin atm!! Heeseung is absurdly long btw sorry about that he's the only one I actually had an idea for from a random tropes list on Wattpad the rest I wrote the prompt games and ideas for sitting through a school lecture

Pairing: Enhypen x reader

Genre: fluff, crack

Warning: swearing!

Gif credits to rightful owner ✨

Heeseung

Thinking of a way to spend time with your boyfriend and have a fun date

You went to play laser tag, there's no physical harm in laser tag

Problem here is you're both competitive

And deciding against being on the same team

Decided to go being on opposite team

Whoever lost has to buy lunch

So going into the game in the black out neon room full of obstacles you both had one thing on your mind

"I'm going to win" was the one thought racing through both of your heads (spoiler alert you won in the end)

Protecting your chestplate for your life in fear of someone shooting you

The game got very heated but you thought strategically

You didn't try to find him (that was his goal to find you, but by his height yells or cheers of success eliminating a player you knew where he was 99% of the time) you actually avoided him

You went to get out all of his teammates

It wasn't hard you where in it to win it

You realized there's no way it's not just you and Heeseung now

An idea came to mind

Yelling to him you said

"Heeseung I have an idea to make this fun for us , meet me at the middle since I don't want to yell"

You both made your way to the middle very cautious of eachother but he was very curious of the challenge

Quickly you explained that you two should go on opposite ends of the laser tag maze but each step you take you have to do one shot no matter what

Due to your limited amo this intrigued Heeseung

How he could strategically move his lanky body around the maze without loosing tok much amo

He agreed

And you leaned in for a kiss before "putting the plan to action"

He quickly accepted the kiss closing his eyes taking in the moment before having to head to the opposite corner

That was until he heard the "Defeated" noise come from his chest plate as you shot him in the chest neon red lights covering the what used to be blue chestplate

You giggled as you broke the kiss

"UNFAIR" Heeseung yelled

"We can talk about it over lunch" you said putting your hand in his

You explained your true strategy to him at lunch and how you made that plan up just so he wouldn't kill you on spot

He peas so pouty

Just ate his food and sulked

"You owe me a fist game and next time let's try that challenge I was excited baby"

He'd say with just 🥺 eyes

Pls win this boy some sort of gift he deserves a pick me up

Jay

You guys where having a great time having an in home date

Then you disrespected man's gaming skills

Oh all hell broke loose into a heated argument

"I totally bet I could beat you in Tekken"

"Oh you fucking wish"

"Who do you main"

"Roger" (Roger is a Kangaroo)

"What the fuck are you doing? Representing Jake's home? That character takes no skill to beat people as"

"Yeah well who do you main"

"Is that even a question? Alisa Bosconovitch. A cyborg robot lady with fucking jet legs and chainsaw arms you can't tell me that's not cool"

"You're telling me I'M the one that plays someone that takes no skill to play as?"

You both knew there was only one way to settle this

Jay got out Playstation and everything for it and put it as a 5 match game

Settling yourselves into the game you both where doing actually really well

Way too well actually it was 2 to 2 so whoever won this round one the game

Your anxiety got too high

You where not gonna let this dude win

He'd be too cocky for his own good holding it over you

Quickly you had an idea as you saw his health was only 50% of the way nearing death and your ultra power and held up enough exp

"BABY IS THAT A SPIDER" you yelled looking at the ground near his leg

Causing him to roll away from his spot fearing a spider near his leg loosing focus

That's when you charged at his character

You could see the soul leave his body

When he saw the pink and magenta hair move speedy across the screen straight to his sweet little kangaroo in boxing gloves and a neck tie

"K.O" filling the screen you knew his yell was coming before he even did it

"AAAAAAAAA"

"WAS THERE EVEN A SPIDER"

"No baby I just had to through you off your rthym"

Man he was HURT

"I can't tell if that was foul or not. I'm going to talk with Niki on if what you did was fair or not"

"Babe it's not that deep-"

"No No No you owe me a rematch, kiss and patience as I consult with Niki"

Jake

Gosh this sweet boy

You two where playing dead by daylight on switches laying on opposite sides of the couch so you couldn't see eachothers screen

And you just kept scaring Jake coming up out of no where behind him

"Baby please just kill me you don't have to run up behind me" he was so scared please(〒﹏〒)

He was giving you puppy dog eyes that quickly went to fear as he shrieked from you running up behind him as he tried to start the car for the 18478282 time

You realized he was actually almost done fixing the car due to his pears so you went on a killing spree it was just you, Jake and some girl who was searching for fuel that you couldn't find

Getting back to Jake you realized he actually started the car and was ready to drive it and win the game

You hid behind a tree so he wouldn't see you

So in that moment you said "Jake can you toss the blanket I'm really cold"

Jake is too much if a gentle men he did so immedietly with a smile on his face you felt a little bad for what you where doing ngl

You took this chance and killed Jake's character

He knows that's how the game works that you you still could've done that without

But boy still yelled that it was unfair

Another boy who would just pout

Beware next round he's not going to be nice and will play the murderer

Sunghoon

Who knew a game of thumb war would get so aggressive

You where just waiting for the time to pass for a cafe to open up since you guys where too early before opening

The glares you shot eachother where unreal

Neither of you wanted to loose and both where confident in winning

But one thing was tempting you

The sign flipping over to open on the front door

So in that quick moment you felt really bad

But you stepped on his toe as you lifted your arms down and quickly put your thumb over his

"12345678910 I WIN"

"NO YOU DIDNT THAT WAS TOTALLY CHEATING"

He was so upset omg

The glare on his face

You know the look like just 😐 but definitely angry

But he couldn't hide the smile on his face when you leaned in to kiss his cheek

"I needed the game to end the cafes open now baby,,,"

He went blank for a second confused then

"OH SHIT YOU'RE RIGHT WE WHERE IN LINE FOR THE CAFE LETS GET IN"

A smile filled his face and he moved your hands to be in an actual hand holding way as you too went in

But don't get me wrong

This boy getting a rematch

And if you playing dirty he'll play dirty too

But for now he'll be fine having this cafe date of coffee/tea and pastries with you

Sunoo

Rthym games aren't a competition

But you guys made it one-

Who could get a higher score??

Originally a joke gone TOO far

Since here you are playing one song from Superstar Woollim, Superstar SM and Superstar JYP

Just 3 main and random superstar rthym games

Each thing was going alright then you got to Woollim

You both played the same songs but each got to choose a song

Woollim you knew The Eye was hard so you chose it and had him go first

He was doing surprisingly well though

Too well🤔

But suddenly Jungwon entered the room

You knew what to do

Make that boy jealous

"Hi bubs! How are you?" You said looking up to Jungwon

Jungwon was very polite asked you how you where

And Sunoo was not having it

He's fine with you being friends with all of enha

He encourages it!

But bubs is a pet name that's for him and him only😔😔

This caused his attention to tare away for a second

Suddenly in the blink of an eye his heart dropped as the "missed" noise came through the phone

The yELL

He was so mad

Once the song was done he immedietly went

"Did you do that on purpose?"

"Sort of"

And then you just did your turn and this boy gasped and look at you likeヽ༼⁰o⁰；༽ノ

He would be pettyyyyy

He'd be so mad

Pouting and glaring at you

Just completely done

You'd have to go in with a LOT of cuddles and affection

But he'd still not budge for a while

You got a better score than him so you won

But he will hold this over you whenever he wants something he'll be like

"remember when you cheated in a game we where playing by making me jealous? That was a little too much don't you think? Now grab me one of the ice cream bars from the freezer"

Jungwon

Wonnie this precious boy

Ppuyo ppuyo Tetris is not a game to play with others

It ruins relationships, friendships, family bonds (from personal experience as someone who got grilled on their Tetris skills while playing 1v1 while my friend was also doing terrible)

He got it since the characters looked cute

And Tetris is fun!

So why not??

You guys started playing it on the switch and everything was fine at first

Then it started getting faster

Wonnie chose the annoying little wizard guy that just yells every 5 seconds

It was driving you both up a wall ngl

So you where like how do I cheat in Tetris,,,

You realized you where gonna get a 5 in 1 move so it was gonna fuck up his play real hard

But if he realizes that's your move he can make one just as strong if he puts his brain to realize what spots he has open and he's good at coming back from riskfull moments

So you digged deep in your brain to think of something quick

It hit you then

"Wonnie did I ever tell you who my Enhypen bias was"

His face just sort scrunched and he was like ¯\_ಠ_ಠ_/¯ I thought it was me? Moment

"wouldn't it be me? I never thought to ask"

"Oh okay" legit you had gone in with the 5 in 1 move and he hadn't looked at the silver blocks that quickly started to fill his screen he wanted to know

"nonono who is it?" Turned to you he didn't even see the mess that was on his screen

Until he heard the god for saken wizard just yell in defeat

"wait no that's unfair you can't drop something like that on me while we where in a 1v1 match"

His eyes he would just ಠ︵ಠ

Boy so sad :((

He lost the game and now he doesn't know if you bias him or not

If you do bias him you'd just tell him and he'd be like you stressed me out for noThing??

If you didn't bias him he'd be fine with it but he'd need a little moment of confirmation

Idk give this boy some kisses you stressing him out

Niki

Intense DDR fight let's go

This boy don't go down without a fight

Neither do you

But as the levels kept going and the energy got more and more intense

You know it was very likely Niki could win

That boy is dancing prodigy type of guy

So he be doing these steps while also the hand work of the dance itself just to flex

Done with the cute boys snarky behavior

You did the one thing that would throw him of his rthym

Pretend to get hurt

You crouched in a way and made it seem like your knee was in pain but you where still doing the steps

Niki was gonna look over to you to be snarky and witty

But you looked in pain and this giant baby got panicked

"nononono baby are you okay? If you're in pain don't worsen your injury we can stop playing, what about your knee hurts?" He was panicking and you immedietly felt so bad

He stopped moving and so his score got worse and worse

You felt so bad you pretended to just act it out a lil more

"no don't worry Riki it's okay I'll be fine"

"don't say that you're in pain you could worsen your condition, let's find out what happened maybe you just buckled your knee? I've done that, be more careful please"

He legit went over to your board and tried to just stop your movements and left a kiss on your forehead

The song would end and your score would be higher but you would never do that as a cheat again

You didn't even have the courage to tell Riki after

He continued to be just so sweet and caring throughout the date

Would probably even text you afterwards like "Im sorry you injured your knee a little but I'm glad afterwards you felt better and I had a lot of fun :))"

Pls you better keep that all in till the day you die or tell him it's up to you but don't mess with this pore boy again like that pls(〒﹏〒)

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