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cheriladycl01 · 1 month

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I cant do this anymore - George Russell x Wolff! Reader Part 6

Plot: You are the daughter of Toto Wolff team principle of Mercedes-AMG Petronas, you've worked your whole life to become an engineer. However, your dad has other ideas for you and doesn't want you to become a race engineer. You start to confide more in the Red Bull Racing Team Principle to help you get an engineering job, and see him as your present father figure.

Credit to russellius for the GIF

You'd texted your dad, just asking if he wanted to meet in The Luxor, it was a hotel that you knew none of the drivers would be in to interrupt and hopefully fans would be to a minimum as it was quiet an expensive hotel.

You thought it would be better, breaking the ice with your dad first before fully speaking to George. Your dad hadn't said anything as bad as George did, so you felt like now was the time to have an adult conversation with him.

So that's where you were right now, you were stood watching over the Casino's ground floor from the balcony. You felt a sort of shadow next to you, and it made your head turn left. Your dad walked up standing next to you, his arms leaning on the balcony banister pushing the cuffs of his sleeves up to his elbows.

"Hey Dad!" you smile looking over at him a soft expression on your face.

"Hello Barchen" he says softly, looking over at you with the softest expression you'd ever seen on his face. Tears welled in your eyes at the sweet little nickname he'd always used for you.

"Dad I-" you start but he places a large hard over yours, keeping eye contact with you.

"No, I'm sorry for everything I said to you. You deserved a place on the team, you've done wonderful things for Red Bull. And as much as i want you back in the garage I wont ask that off you!" he admits, your head swinging to look back over him as your gaze had travelled down back to the busy casino life.

"I, but what if I want to come back?" you ask, in shock. Did your dad not want your help?

"I know you don't want too, you've found a place in Red Bull that i wish i could have given you and I'm so so proud of you. I think I was just so scared about seeing my Little Bear grow up. I always want to protect you and I don't know, making such a big step and becoming an engineer in the team..." he admits.

"I thought, you didn't think I was good enough!" you say tears brimming in your eyes.

"Never, I'm always so proud of you, my beautiful beautiful daughter. I just fear that I'm loosing you. You've been such a big part of my life for the last 23 years that...I can't let go! You come everywhere with me"

"I know, which was why branching out was the hardest thing I've ever done. But it needed to be done. I love being the daughter of Toto Wolff, not because your Toto Wolff the Team Principle of Mercedes, but because your the man who drove me 3 hours when i slipped over in the garage and cut myself on some metal. Your the man who was there for me when i first ever had my heart broken, your the man who cheered so loudly when I collected my GCSE's because I didn't have anyone else to celebrate with, and most importantly your my dad. I love you, but I wanted to prove that I don't feed off your income, and that I can pave my own way. Honestly I don't think I even would have had the chance at Red Bull if it wasn't for your last name, but I still did it" you ramble, and all your dad can do is stare at you in awe at all the memories you recounted together.

He remembered when how scared he was when he heard a little scream followed by yells from all of his mechanics. He trusted them to look after you, and he knew it wasn't their fault but he was furious that you'd slipped and gotten yourself hurt. He made sure he stayed with you in the garage at all times after that.

He remembered holding you why you cried to him, picking yourself apart and asking him why you weren't good enough. Two hearts broke that day, as his did when yours did. Seeing his little girl, crying over such a stupid and insolent boy... Toto would make sure his changes getting into F1 were zero to none.

He remembered the day you went to collect your GCSE's from the nearest school to the Mercedes F1 headquarters in Brackley. You walked in, seeing loads of people that you didn't know all excited to see each other and showing each other what they got. Some were laughing some were crying for all different reasons. It kind of reminded Toto of the last race at the end of the season in Abu Dhabi. He cheered so loud the hall looked over at the pair of you when you presented him your amazing grades.

But recently since 2021, he'd realized how absent he'd been as your dad. In the process of wanting to keep you with him as his little girl all he'd been doing was just pushing you away. And he hated himself for that.

"I know - I know I've done a lot wrong, but I'd really like it if you could find it in yourself to forgive me!" he says, pulling you into a searing hug, so tight and so warm and you'd missed it dearly.

"You know, you guys cooked really do with my help at Merc" he smile, looking away from him and back down at the casino. You hear him chuckle from your side and he observes down on the gaming floor with you.

"Mmmmm? What would you suggest?" he asks. You laugh in turn.

"Ah, see you might be my dad, but right now you're my competitor. I can't be dealing in secrets" you admit and he looks over to you in shock.

"But I'm your dad!" he fakes his offence taken making you laugh a little more.

"I know, so technically this" you say gesturing between the two of you. "Is a conflict of interest! I can't be seen meeting you in secretive locations!"

"Well, maybe you'll consider coming back to Mercedes but I want to let you know just how proud I am of what you've helped them achieve at Red Bull!" he smiles, pulling you into a tight hug, one that you didn't want to get out of.

"So, I guess I'll see you in Abu Dhabi?" you ask.

"I was actually hoping you'd come home for a bit. The house has felt so empty despite George coming over most days in the off season" he admits, knowing he'd do anything to have you come home even if it's just for a day or two.

"Well, I think I'm needed in the Red Bull Centre on the 20th, but I'll stay with you for the rest of the week, and travel to Abu Dhabi with you!" you grin, knowing you would like to spend some time with your dad Suzie and Jack.

"You're coming home?" he beams.

"I'm coming home dad" you smile nodding.

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utterlyrandomperson · 2 years

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Older Sister Magic

Fandom: Heartstopper (Charlie, Tori, Nick)

Summary: Tori teaches Nick how to deal with Charlie when he has too much energy in a way only an older sister could.

Content warnings: tickling, mild swearing

A/N: I wrote this fic while I was reading Solitaire (a book by the writer of Heartstopper Alice Oseman with Tori as the main character) and I think I based the characters more on the way they were presented in the book than in the series. But it's no problem if you haven't read the book, you'll still be able to follow :) I just wanted to clarify that.

Tori slowly exhaled when Charlie let out the millionth teasing remark that day. He seemed to be in a particularly excited mood today - which meant he had to find ways to release his energy. And lovingly taunting his sister turned out to be one of them.

Tori turned her head and directed her look at her brother's boyfriend, who was sat on the floor beside her. "Okay, now listen up Nicolas. This is how you deal with one Charles Spring whenever he gets his moods: watch and learn."

Charlie's expression switched from confused to panicked as soon as his older sister lunged - actually lunged, Jesus Christ, we're talking about Tori here - at him and pressed his back into the sofa cushion. He gasped and immediately raised his hands for protection.

"Victoria NO, don't you dahare-"

She only had to wiggle her fingers at her brother for him to burst out giggling. "Please dohon't!"

Nick observed the whole thing unfold with great interest. Of course he'd known that Charlie was ticklish, the two had had their fair share of tickle fights over the past months. But what surprised him were his boyfriend's reactions. Whenever Nick had tickled him, he'd usually just let it happen. He'd obviously always tried to win back the upper hand, but pleading had always only been his last resource. However, right now Charlie was basically begging although Tori hadn't done a thing yet.

"How is he already in a state like this when you haven't even touched him yet? I've maybe managed to make him beg for mercy once, and that was after tickling him for minutes", Nick exclaimed, eyes jumping from Tori to Charlie and back. Tori shrugged and grinned.

"Older sister magic. I won't deny that you know Charlie very well, but there are things that only years of experience can teach you. How to tickle the living hell out of your younger brother to punish him for being a massive pain in the neck, for example."

Charlie looked like he was losing his mind, he squirmed and weakly pushed at his sister's hands, although they were still just hovering above him. Streams of anticipatory giggles were pouring out of him.

"Nick plehease, please help me! Don't let her!", Charlie pleaded desperately and with his best puppy eyes. Tori poked his stomach which made him flinch and let out the softest whine. Nick couldn't remember ever having had such a fond smile on his lips. He shook his head and chuckled.

"I'm sorry Charlie, but I was told to watch and learn. And one shall never miss the opportunity to educate oneself further." Charlie's laughter made it evident that he didn't mean the "Screw you!" he blurted out seriously. However, Nick decided to continue his act and gasped dramatically.

"Screw me? Charles Spring, how dare you! I would have stayed on neutral ground, but this demands action. In fact, I think I'll offer my help to someone else." Charlie's eyes widened when Nick made his way towards them and, before he had time to react, grabbed his wrists and pinned them left and right of his head. Tori smirked while Charlie panicked.

"No no no wait, let go- Victoria no, stop- ahaha stohohop it! Plehease!"

Charlie squeezed his eyes shut and tilted his head back while laughter poured out of him. Tori's fingers were scribbling and prodding at his upper ribs, right below his exposed underarms. As if that wasn't enough to drive Charlie mad, she placed her hands on his arms, just below the elbows, and let them travel downwards. And whenever she'd crossed his armpit and had reached his ribs again, she changed direction and traveled upwards again. Her touches were light, so light in fact that Charlie's laughter had died down to soft, high-pitched giggles. But the softness of the sensations had Charlie in constant anxiety of it getting worse, so his nerves were completely on edge and he was twitching and squirming constantly.

"You are so mehean!", he spluttered through his giggles. Tori raised her eyebrows.

"Oh sure, we are mean. Let me remind you who was pestering everyone all day long: surprise, that was you." She stressed the last four words with a poke to Charlie's tummy for every word, making him giggle uncontrollably. Then she paused, just long enough to give him a false sense of security, before she continued the poking, wandering from his stomach to his sides to his ribs and back again.

Nick couldn't help but burst out laughing at his boyfriend's reaction - squeals, high-pitched giggles and shakes of the head - and he felt his heart flutter at the sight.

"And I seriously thought you couldn't get any more adorable. Turns out all it takes is a little older sister magic." He and Tori exchanged a look and it was just full of shared love and fondness for the laughing boy beneath them.

"Shut uhup! I will- ahaha Gohod, Vic- Tohori quihit it, I'm going to die", Charlie gasped when his sister focused her attack on the part of his ribcage where his sides met his back. He was positively shaking with laughter by now and constantly tried to free his wrists, but he didn't really have any strength left to effect something. Tori made him squeal by pinching his lowest rib.

"You know the rules, dear brother. First you apologize, then you can beg. Because it falls on deaf ears if you do it before saying sorry." She did halt her attack a few seconds later though, because Charlie hadn't responded and his laughter had been on the verge of turning silent. Nick felt relieved to see her do that. It showed him that while she knew exactly how to exploit her brother's ticklish weakness, she also recognized when it became too much. She'd never go too far. And she'd stop if he really needed her to, should he give her any signs of distress or discomfort.

But Charlie didn't give any of those signals. On the contrary, as soon as he'd caught his breath, he smirked at his sister. "Just to clarify, what exactly do you want me to apologize for? For pointig out your lacking skills at Mario Kart or for reminding you that diet lemonade isn't supposed to replace food just because it has the word diet in it?"

Nick snorted in a mixture of amusement and disbelief at his boyfriend's sass. Tori tried to keep her pokerface, but she had to bite back a smile. "Okay that's it. Knees."

While talking, she grabbed her brother's legs and lifted them until she could rest his calves on top of the sofa's backrest so that his legs were bent about ninety degrees. But she definitely had to fight to get and keep them there, because as soon as she'd finished talking, Charlie's eyes had widened and he'd started struggling and shaking his head.

"Nono I take it back, I take it back! I apologize, Victoria I'm sorry, I won't- No please dohon't, you know I can't take it!" Tori grinned and ran her hand through his messy hair. "Yes you can. And if not then I hope this will teach you not to bite off more than you can chew."

Charlie let his head fall back and looked up at his boyfriend whose smile appeared to be upside-down. "Nick please let me go, I'm sorry for teasing you", he asserted with an almost shy grin.

Nick bit his lip and remained silent for a moment. Then he clicked his tongue and nodded. "Alright."

And he let the younger's wrists go. Charlie didn't feel triumph or relief though. Something about this was off. But realization again hit too late, and Nick had already gone behind the sofa and grabbed his ankles, securely pinning them to the backrest. Tori chuckled with satisfaction.

"Uh-oh. Now someone's in trouble."

Charlie, to their surprise, didn't even try to fend them off. He just let his head fall back and covered his face with his hands. Soft, muffled giggles were already spilling out. "You two are the wohorst!", he exclaimed, but there couldn't be less malice and more affection in a person's voice. Nick couldn't help but melt right then and there. He would've kissed Charlie, but his position didn't allow that. So he squeezed his knee instead, snickering at the squeak it provoked.

"You mean the three of us, don't act all innocent now. I haven't forgotten the last time you were tickling the breath out of me and you didn't show me mercy then, either!" Charlie uncovered his face and smirked mischievously.

"Yeah I remember that. I'm still amazed by how high your voice can go when your neck is tickled." Nick pressed his lips together as he felt his face heat up, not able to hold eye contact. Tori snorted.

"Honestly, I'm not surprised he never has to beg you, if he can fluster you that easily he's basically won." Nick blushed even more, but he shot her a betrayed look.

"Shut up Tori! We're supposed to be on the same side!" She pulled up her shoulders in a defensive gesture. "Just saying! But let me point out something far more important: do you know why Charlie's legs are on the backrest?"

Nick looked a bit startled by the sudden change of theme. But Tori didn't wait for an answer. Instead she lifted one hand and slowly approached her brother's legs with it.

"You see, while his knees may be extremely ticklish, the true weak spot is right here." And she placed her hand on the back of Charlie's knee, which was exposed due to the nintey-degree angle of his legs. The touch alone was enough to make Charlie burst out laughing, but his laugh became louder and breathier once Tori began spidering her fingers all over the back of his knee.

"Ah Gohod! It's so bad it's so bahad, V-Victoria please!"

When the urge to move his legs away became too great to bear, he began drumming his feet on the cushions as Nick's grip didn't allow any bigger movement. He'd already tried to fight Tori off, but even without his arms being pinned it remained hopeless. Everything just got ten times worse when his lovely boyfriend decided to joing the attack by gently squeezing the front of his knee and thigh with one hand.

Charlie's body was shaking with laughter. Three hands simultaneously tickling the front and back of his knees and thighs were simply too much for him to stand. He gasped for air until he managed to form words.

"Please! Pleasepleaseplease quihit it! I cahan't-" Tori suddenly abandoned his legs and began tickling all over his upper body again. She was laughing happily while doing it. "Why Charlie? Does it tickle too much?"

Charlie didn't answer at first because he was just listening to his sister's laugh. It made him feel a great warmth. But then she slid her hands under his shirt to scribble over his bare sides and Charlie was done for.

"Dahamn it Tori! Yehes it DOES!"

"Hmm alright. I think I'm ready to hear your apology now. What about you Nick?"

Nick shook his head and laughed. "I've forgiven him a long time ago." Tori pretended to be sick. "Ew. You're so cheesy, loverboy."

She then stooped tickling her brother. "Alright Charles, this better be good." Charlie was busy gasping for breath and letting out residual giggles. His legs slumped down from the backrest and he lightly curled up. Once he'd calmed down enough, he turned on his back and outstretched his arms in an invitation for a hug.

"Sorry", he said, and there they were, his puppy eyes. Tori sighed. Then she rolled her eyes and shot Nick a glance. "Okay I take that back." Then, leaning down to hug her brother: "Fine, you're forgiven for your impossibly annoying behaviour."

Charlie giggled and let his sister pull him up into a sitting position, which made room for Nick to plop down on the sofa on his other side. They sat there in silence for a while, then Charlie said: "Should we play Mario Kart? I'm tired out now, so you might actually stand a chance to defeat me."

Tori cursed and her nimble fingers were back on Charlie's body before he could even blink, tickling him all over. Charlie squealed and leaned against Nick in an attempt to get as far away from his sister's hands as possible. "Listen up you brat, I'm the Mario Kart expert in this house, don't you ever dare question that. You won once because you set up Oliver to distract me and that's it. So as long as you can't defeat me in a fair fight you better keep your sassy remarks to yourself. Did you get that?"

"Yes I dihid, I'm sorry! I'm sorry, plehease stop tickling me!" Tori stopped and Charlie curled up in Nick's lap. The latter watched the two siblings with great fondness.

He stroked his boyfriend's hair until he'd calmed down, then he clapped his hands. "Okay. Let's go play Mario Kart, I need a lot more training before I stand a chance against either of you."

A/N I think this is my fave fic I've written so far, I would be very happy if you let me know what you think of it ^^

(and has anyone here read the book and got the inside jokes? :D)

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evelynsfics · 2 years

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Life captured in a painting.

I saw more people today, they came by to see the room. The same room everyone comes to see. I watched them briskly walk past all the silent painting and watching candles, they paid no mind to the dust and spiders, they never do, after all. A single goal in mind, they came to see the rusted beds, i'm sure. They all do. Countless pulled towards us by a never ending curiousity. Yet none ever leave. A shame, really. All those bodies have so many uses besides to carry one's mind from awful place to calm, serene dreams.

The light flickers everynow and then, it always has since that day... Well, no point in reminding oneself of things long since purposely forgotten. I don't know why. I never did. They kept me in the dark to stumble and fall, only to join me once they outlived the only usefulness they once had.

Everything was so much simpler when we used candles to light up the halls, back then the painting frames weren't so faded and the paint still held it's vibrant colors. Ah, but alas time eats away even at the most humble of hands.

Once the man died and our house fell into chaos and apathy, once we lost all we had left, then and only then did we realize that we witnessed the end of a bloodline. Years passed with no light, no human contact, and quickly, life as we knew it changed. Mankind has come so far from the last time our family ate together during Christmas, oh but i guess it's to be expected.

Now, we sit wordlessly, watching men and women gape in awe at our beauty. We watch them walk down the ancient, moth eaten rug in the hall, desperate to look at as much as they can. It's always been like this, visitors always looked around awestruck, never quite grasping all we had to sacrifice to obtain all this gold tinted bronze.

They never saw beneath the lies. They never realized. They never knew that our family, entire generations of lives lost to illness and war, was built on fickle lies, ones that would shatter like glass at the softest of touches.

Ignorance is bliss, and in some cases, it is all that stands between a life of luxury and a death of misery and regret.

Is that how they all died? In agony and longing? Longing for a better life? A second chance? A way to undo all the hurt and envy they caused to people that didn't deserve it? Not that we weren't without fault, of course. We always where too quick to judge, too quick to kill in the name of false justice and broken pride. That's how we made our way to the top. That's how it's always been.

Even now, as i watch people dressed in monochromatic tones walk by, strange devices lightning up their hands, i know that i am so much more than them. I've seen so many wonders of nature that their feeble mortal minds wouldn't be able to even comprehend. I've become what i always knew I'd be. Yet, it's so strangely melancholic to watch them freely walk, talking amongst eachother so carelessly, mindlessly laughing at words i can't seem to understand. Oh how i miss being like them.

The scenery before me always changes, the sun sets in such a lovely way, everyday the same yet changing, charming in such a disgusting way. Lives come and go, looking up at us like we're an attraction at a crumbling museum left to rot in it's meaningless sorrows. I, however, am eternal. I will watch a thousand years before i succumb to rot and decay.

For the view behind the picture frame may rot, but as the last of what once was a bloodline of pure power and might, i will last on far longer than the portrait they painted of me in my dying moments.

Some part of me knows they knew what a horrible fate they doomed me to. Some part of me feeds on the hatred they felt for me. Some part of me still feels it, pulsing a soft rhythm inside the now silent paintings.

And i relish in it. It's what kept me alive for so long, is it not?

#hey how cool would it be if i wrote a story from the point of view of someones reflection #my writing #writers on tumblr #writing #another personal favourite #i vividly remember writing this one #the story behind it is really funny #okay so. i was on pintrest being mentally ill as i usually do #and i saw this one picture of a girl in a room w a bunch of mirrors and i thought #but that didnt work out as well as i thought #and because the idea was really nice i decided to try and do it w a painting

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kinnsporsche · 2 years

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once again an episode that made me absolutely lose my mind!!! kp are so in love and they finally said it!! although, i would have liked it better if they said it to each other in private first but oh well can't have everything. and porsche is officially a stay at home wife i love that for him. the scene when p was drying kinn’s hair though, it was the softest shit i have ever seen in my life <3 i also loved the scenes with taytime they are always so good i wish they had more screen time. 1/4

and we got the kimchay breakup :/ i was expecting it but it still hurt. I still have hope that they will end up together. however, the most important part of this episode (for me) was vegaspete!!! god these two make me go insane. the way we went from sadistic torture to that convo at the end. bible and build's chemistry is actually unbelievable i can't get enough of these sick motherfuckers. and don't even get me started on the cinematography like the lights and the shots and just the whole atmosphere it was so good and so sexy and I’m gonna need 3-5 business days to recover. that preview was the final nail in my coffin i don't think i can wait a whole week for more. I’ve read some metas about them but honestly I don’t even care if vegas changes for pete or not. their relationship is so fucked up on so many levels that I don’t think it can really be redeemed. certainly not in 3 episodes. and honestly does he need to be? can’t he just stay the fucked up villain that he is? I wouldn’t mind. I’m just here to enjoy some toxic fictional men be sexy and gay and so far they did just that so I’m satisfied. I can’t believe we only have 3 episodes left T_T I don’t know what I will do when this show ends. (I hope you’re doing well )

omg my kp anon i've missed u so much!!!!

for me i'd always had a hc that kinn had a hard time saying ily to anybody bcs he'd been burned by love in the past so he hated saying it but this show roundhouse kicked that in the face and left me obliterated at the scene this mf is out here shouting it from rooftops to anybody who'll listen good for him

god you know what sends me absolutely feral? kinn casually mentioning his mother to porsche. her death must still be a sore subject for him, nobody talks about it we've hardly had any mention of her and for him to just be like "my mother used to do this for me" god how long has it been since someone's taken care of him like that? and now here's porsche the biggest caretaker in the world just so ready and willing to do everything he can to take care of kinn bcs thats his love language and he loves him sm i just y'all mind if i break the fuck down real fast

pls the kimchay break up!!!! like kimothy i get why you did what you did but that doesn't mean me and tankhun won't beat your ass for it bestie 😔😔 you made the baby cry. like he's literally alread living at the estate, he can't get anymore involved with the mafia, but i guess kim was literally just faced with the reality of porchay being kidnapped because of his ties to the mafia through his brother, and he's probably thinking about how much worse it'll be if he's tied to the mafia through HIM, he's probably thinking about all their enemies and how much of a target it'd make him so he's being a self-sacrificing little shit about it god tankhun needs to hit him with a tray and knock some sense into him

i haven't been that eager about the vp arc yet, im betting that'll probably change in today's ep and next weeks ep 👀 just wanna see pete humble that man so bad, and i dont want vegas to stop being a bad person just bcs he gets with pete ykwim? he's interesting because he's a villain lets keep it that way besties. i do bet he'll get a redemption arc, i've mentioned this to a few people i talk to but with the way things are going it made me wonder if the big shootout at the major family house in the promo where vegas is framed as a big bad is actually misleading and vegas'll be there to help kinn and the major family and maybe put a bullet in his dad's head i just wish him a very big die even if i will miss the dilf 😔

pls dont mention that we only have 3 episodes left pls dont mention that theres only 2 more weeks of kinnporsche or i'll start to eat glass

#kissies for u my kp anon mwah mwah mwah #kp anon #answered #anonymous

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lowkeyerror · 2 years

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I'm Yours

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 3264

Warnings: Angst, Cheating ( Wanda not reader), Smut

Summary: You belong to Wanda. Your mind, your body, your heart; they are all hers. She's not yours, she has Vision. You force her to choose and she does just that.

An: You guys I really like this one

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Her kisses peppered your neck. It was angel like and sinful altogether. You've got guilt riddling your bones. However, guilt was no match for the feelings of her fingers firmly on your waist. They were pressing into your skin, possessively.

" You should go"

There it was. You had to leave before her boyfriend got back. Her hold on you, still possessive.

You sighed, your hand removing hers from your waist. You felt disgusting as you climbed out of the bed.

It was silent as you slipped on your clothes from the night prior. You kept your back turned to Wanda. You could feel her eyes on you, but they always were.

She was so possessive. You were hers, but she wasn't yours. Wanda brought out the weakness in you. The truth was you were a hardened individual. Life hadn't been kind to you, but Wanda had.

She was soft, the softest thing you would ever hold in your arms. Which is why you understood that Wanda couldn't leave Vision. You would break her, like you break everything else.

Vision was collateral damage. He rarely crossed your mind in the beginning. But the longer this went on, the more he stayed in your mind.

You wanted to stop this. It was morally wrong, but… but Wanda made you feel more human than ever.

" I can't keep doing this," it was a whisper escaping your lips; the first time you verbally expressed this to Wanda.

She slowly crept up behind you. She engulfed you from behind, her head on your shoulder.

" Why not?"

There were her hands, possessive again, trapping you in her hold.

" It's wrong," you tried to pry her hands off of you, but her grip just tightened.

" It doesn't feel wrong, does it?" Her breath was warm on the tip of your ear.

" Nothing feels wrong with you. It's the only time I feel right," your eyes shut, reveling in this moment.

"Then why stop?"

You both heard it, the jingle of the doorknob. All of a sudden, her grip on you was a guide as she shoved you into her closet.

This is why

You knew she heard your thoughts loud and clear.

" Darling, I appreciate the effort, but I'm not in the mood tonight," you watch through a crack in the closet as the man enters the room.

" You're never in the mood, Vision," she shoots at him.

" I'm sorry," he mutters.

You see her saunter over to him and grab his shoulders. She made him look at her and placed a gentle kiss on his lips," No, I'm sorry. It was uncalled-for. I've just got a lot on my mind."

You were going to be sick. Seeing them close up like this was enough to make you barf. It was different from being at an Avengers event with so many others around. It was just them and you.

You look around frantically, searching for something you could hurl in. Your hand shoots to cover your mouth as the vile climbs its way up your throat.

I'm going to be sick

Your whole body lurches in the closet. Wanda's eyes quickly shift over to where you are hidden. You grab a handbag prepared to empty the contents of your stomach inside of it.

The closet is yanked open violently, and you rush for the bedside trash can, vomiting into it. You firmly grip the trash can as you try to control your breaching.

Your head rested against the wall," Where'd he go?"

" I sent him to the store"

You stand clutching your stomach," I'm going to go"

" You're sick"

You shake your head," No, seeing you with him, knowing everything that we just did in that bed made me sick. It makes me feel disgusting, and I can't do it anymore"

She blocks your exit path," Don't leave me"

You look at her in disbelief," Then pick me. You want to keep this going? Dump him. Be with me."

" You know I can't do that"

You move her aside," Goodbye Wanda"

Her hand grabbed yours," Y/n please."

Her hand was almost pulling you towards her, possessively. You couldn't say anything else, you simply ripped your hand from her grasp and stormed out of the house.

Vision had pulled up in time to see you walk out of the front door. It wasn't necessarily unusual, you were colleagues, after all. When he entered the house with the things that Wanda asked for, he asked about it.

" What did Y/n want?"

He paid attention to the way his girlfriend stiffened," What do you mean?"

He furrowed his eyebrows," Well I saw her walking out of the house"

She let out a disarming laugh," Oh, she was actually looking for you, but I told her you weren't home."

He nodded to himself. That part didn't make sense to him. What could Y/n want from him? They were more coworkers than friends. Y/n hadn't really developed much of a relationship with anyone on the team, except for Wanda.

The android snuck a glance at his girlfriend. She was lying and he knew that. He was one of the smartest entities on the planet. The pieces were coming together in his mind.

Before he could confront Wanda, she had disappeared into the restroom. While she was in there, she stared at her reflection in the mirror.

Tears silently escaped her eyes as she put her hand over her mouth to keep from sobbing. The moment you walked out of that door, she felt her heart shatter. She had thought she could reject the emotions that you riled up inside of her. It was just supposed to be sex, but it was so much more than that now.

She cared about you. She wanted you to herself. In her mind, you belonged in her grasp. You were hers, and that's where the problem started.

She knew the more you felt like hers, the more you questioned if she was yours. Wanda wanted to be yours, but something was stopping her. Vision was stopping her.

He was a good man. He just didn't excite her like you did. Vision was a "by the book" kind of guy. Things with him were always the same. In the beginning she liked the stability, but now it felt boring.

" Wanda."

She drew a shaky breath," Just a second."

" How long have you been sleeping with her?"

Wanda swung the door open, coming face to face with Vision. He stared down at her with sorrowful eyes.

She looked up at him with tear stains on her face. It was silent, no one said anything. They just stared at each other.

" I'm sorry"

Vision turned his back to her, looking squarely ahead of him," Do you love her?"

Wanda's gaze shifted to the floor," I do."

" Okay… I think- I think that you should leave then," he said, still not facing her.

There was so much turmoil building up in Wanda. The fucked up part was that she wasn't thinking about Vision. How she just mangled his heart. She was thinking about getting to you and pleading her case.

She wanted to say she was sorry one last time before she walked out of the front door, but she didn't. She left quietly, not daring to look at Vision as she exited the house.

You had done the right thing. So why did you feel so empty sitting in your apartment? Your mind and body were both upset with you. They craved Wanda, and you had just sworn off of her.

It was like you were an addict, and she was your drug of choice. In an effort to get sober, you've gone cold turkey, but that in itself made you uncomfortable.

Your head dipped into your hands as you tried to pull yourself together. You could practically feel her hands on you, claiming your body as hers.

Her breath was tickling the back of your neck, right before she placed a kiss there. Her left hand loosely wrapped itself around your throat and her lips grazed the tip of your ear.

You shot up from where you sat on the bed, trying to grasp onto reality. None of that was real, and it wouldn't ever be real again.

There was a knock on your door. You planned to ignore it, but it was persistent. You reluctantly went to the door, ready to curse out whoever had been banging like a psychopath.

Instead, you were met by Wanda. You took in her appearance, in the short time you had been apart her appearance became an absolute wreck.

" Can I come in?"

Your arms crossed over your chest as you made eye contact with the red head," I don't know if that's a good idea."

" I just want to talk."

" We don't have anything to talk about," you countered.

She shook her head," That's not true, Y/n. Please, I need you."

She had never said those words to you. You were always the one who came to her, the one that would beg her. Now with the tables turned, if in those moments you looked as vulnerable as she did, you knew why she always gave in.

You stepped aside and she walked into your home. She had been there before, but not enough for her to make herself comfortable. She followed you to your room. When you sat on the bed, she stood awkwardly.

" I'm listening," you were waiting for her to gather her words.

She took a deep breath and walked over to your bed. Instead of sitting on it, she got on her knees in front of you. Her hands gently held yours.

She couldn't look you in the eyes as she finally spoke," Vision found out."

You wanted to console her, but didn't know what to say. Her thumb mindlessly swiped over your knuckles," I'm glad he found out."

She met your eyes," Because when you walked out of that door and I realized how badly I fucked everything up, it broke me."

" Wanda," it was a whisper in your lips.

" Y/n, I love you. Your mind, your body, your heart."

You look away from her," I want this to be real, so bad."

She uses her finger to guide your chin so that you are looking at her," It is real."

You shake your head," It can't be because I know how you work, Wanda. I'm yours, but you'll never be mine."

Wanda's heart breaks hearing those weird leaves in your mouth," I've always been yours baby. I know I was with Vision, but you stole my heart when we first met."

You closed your eyes, preparing to do something you didn't want to.

" Baby, please, I'll do whatever it takes to prove it to you," Wanda's pleading with you. She's being so vulnerable with you at this moment, and you can't possibly deny her.

You opened your eyes peering down at her, on her knees in front of you. Wanda was always in control of your body. You were hers in that way.

Your hand trembled as it reached for the back of Wanda's head. She was looking at you quizzically until you tugged roughly on her hair. Her lip tucked itself between her teeth.

You kept your hold on her hair as you stood from the edge of the bed.

" You're always so possessive when it comes to me. It's the way you grab onto me. You never place your hands, you always grab. Always tugging at my skin because I'm yours, right?"

Her seemingly innocent eyes peer up your uncertain ones," Yes"

" I want it to feel like you're mine," you release your grip on her hair to caress her face.

Her eyes flutter at your touch," Can I do that, Wanda?"

She nods and breathlessly whispers, " I'm yours"

You pull her off of her knees and slam your lips against hers. Wanda matches your experimental pace, wanting to let you have control. You had never been in control, and she could tell that you were exploring what it was like to take the lead.

You were gentle as you guided her to the bed. Her back against the mattress and you on top of her. Your lips found her neck. You knew where her sweet spot was, so you sucked everywhere but that area to tease her.

Her breathing became slightly heavy when you finally gave that spot attention. Her back slightly arched off the bed.

You trailed kisses up to her earlobe," I want to hear you."

A whimper left her mouth as your hand slipped into her pants. She shut her eyes, relishing in the moment.

" Look at me"

She forced her eyes open, and she watched as you tore her shirt down the middle. Your tongue glided over her nipple. She was tempted to keep you there, but you were in control.

You sucked her bud harshly, your teeth slightly grazing the area. She moans lightly as you tug on her nipple with your teeth before sliding down to your knees.

You tugged her pants and underwear off in a swift motion. You placed your hands on both of her thighs, spreading them so that you could have better access.

A singles finger slipped through her folds, collecting her wetness before you slid it into your mouth.

Wanda's eyes grew dark at the view. She wished nothing more than to shove your face into her pussy. Before she realized it her hands were reaching for your head.

You shot her a look that she's never seen on you before. The look was a warning, a command," I'll tell you, when you can touch."

You shoved your 3 fingers inside of her without warning, causing her to sit straight up in her spot. You keep a fast pace, as you finger fuck her. The sounds of her soaked pussy echoing throughout the room. Her cries are filled with rasp from the intensity of which you fuck her.

Your movements were ramped," This is how you fuck me. Relentlessly giving me everything that I want. Until you don't."

You retracted your fingers from her cunt and she nearly screamed. Her eyes were wide in disbelief as you quickly snatched the pleasure from her.

Wanda scrambled to form a sentence, but all that left her mouth was a string of nonsense.

" Beg for it," the uncertainty in your eyes had finally disappeared. The look in your eyes was scary but exciting to the red head.

"Please, I want you Y/n, I need it." Her doe eyes meet your sinister ones.

" What do you want me to do, Wanda? You know, I need a little direction."

The witch visibly gulped under your intense gaze," Take me however you want. Fingers, mouth, strap, hard, fast, slow; whatever makes you happy baby. I just need to feel you on me."

There was a smirk on your face as all the ideas rushed through your head. You inched closer and closer to her pussy, watching her chest rise and fall unevenly.

You blew cool air onto her cunt, sending a shiver up her spine. Your arms rested on her thighs, spreading them open.

The anticipation was killing her. So when your tongue slowly dipped into her cunt, she gripped onto the bedsheets.

Your plump lips took her clit into your mouth. You sucked loudly, a satisfying pop bouncing off the walls of the room.

You removed yourself to get a better look at Wanda, who cried at the loss of warmth.

You pulled your own shirt over your head, as slowly as you could, before going back to Wanda's pussy. This time you didn't tease her, opting to ravage her with your mouth and tongue.

You didn't hold back as you worked her cunt and clit with your mouth. Hands gripping her thighs, forcing her to endure your high intensity tongue fucking.

" P-please."

You paused your movements to look up at her. A mixture of her wetness and your own saliva coating your chin.

" Please, what?"

You were breathless as you questioned her. You watched as her face turned a bright crimson as she avoided your gaze.

You had never seen her like this before. When she finally steels herself enough to look at you, she speaks," Fuck me."

You shed your bottoms quickly, rushing to the side drawer where you keep all of your toys. You settle yourself in the harness before selecting a suitable attachment. As you reach for the lube, a hand grabs your wrist.

" Don't need it. All I need is you inside of me, right now."

A groan exited your mouth at her words. You pulled her up from the bed, pinning her against the wall instead. Her legs locked around your waist, and you slowly entered her.

She bit your shoulder as she sank down onto your cock," oh my god."

Your thrusts were slow and impactful at first. You made sure she felt every inch of the strap stretching her out.

Once you feel as though she's adjusted, you begin slamming into her. You pound her against the wall. One of your hands places itself under her chin, guiding her lips to yours.

The kiss is sloppy. She moans into your mouth as she tries her best to keep up with you. Her hands looped around your neck.

You feel her walls clenching around the toy, so you slip it out of her. She wails as the cream coated toy leaves her feeling empty.

You carry Wanda back to the bed. With her legs still wrapped around your waist, you lay down.

" Ride me"

Wanda reaches for the toy and sticks it in herself. She seemingly waits for you to tell her how you want it. Instead, you give her a gentle kiss," Make yourself cum all over this cock, baby."

She begins to slowly bounce up and down on the toy. Making sure to keep heavy contact with you as your hands scale her soft skin.

The ravenous look you'd had was replaced by adoration. Everything about this moment was perfect. Wanda was perfect.

You couldn't help but to sit up from your position and wrap your arms around her back. You were face to face, emotions running high.

" What?"

" I love you too."

She kisses you passionately before her hands push you back down flat on the bed.

" I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours," she laments over and over as she rides you.

Her words have you at the brink of satisfaction. Even when she does let you have control, you're still under hers. There's just something about her that drives you mad, but that doesn't matter now.

She's nearly glowing on top of you. Sweat shining on her skin, with her brow furrowed, and her eyes closed as she works the strap. Her mouth is forming the little 'o' until you finally feel her clenching again.

" I need more, baby."

You match her thrust for thrust. Meeting her half way, causing her to throw her head back," yes, yes, yes. Fuck, Y/n I'm going to cum. Cum with me, oh my god. Fuck."

You both release at the same time. She falls onto your chest. She could probably feel the intense pounding of your heart.

For once, it's you wrapping your hands around her, holding her possessively close to your chest. You place a kiss on her forehead.

" Mine."

She smiles softly, exhausted from the events that had just transpired.

" Yours."

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tuancore · 3 years

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Purple Hearts || { Part 2} :

Starring- Jinyoung x reader.

Genre- Angst | Non- Idol AU , Disorder AU

Summary- I will continue to love you for as long as I'm breathing but I won't let my love come in between your happiness.

*GIF not mine, credits to the owner*

You ended up beside your brother on the table where he and BamBam were munching chicken as if they have straight away come from stone age after fasting for a whole damn century.

"Woah Woah! You guys are that hungry", You spoke eyes lingering on their plates and mouths.

"Chicken unleashes hunger Noona" BamBam smiled dabbing with two chicken legs between his slender fingers, "Thanks for showing the practical of that self-quote", You said, passing him a non humourous smile.

"Nuh-uh it's not self-quote, it's my stomach's motto", He smiled heavenly looking up to the open sky where stars were glimmering everywhere, "Oh My cute stomach..".

Confused you and Yugyeom followed BamBam's gaze to the sky asking, "Is your stomach up there?".

Ignoring your rhetorical question, he praised "Chicken-ie and tummy, what a couple?".

"Noooo they should be soulmates, feeding our stomachs chicken sounds like match made in heaven", Yugyeom joining BamBam staring at the stars.

You shot both of them a wierd look before walking away from there, because if you stayed with them for one more second, you'll end up in the mental asylum. No doubts they are best friends.

You were about to ask for another glass of orange juice when the sudden call of your name made your steps halt, turning around you found yourself smiling widely walking towards the person, hugging her.

"Aigoo, You're looking so ravishing dear", She muttered hugging you gently, "I thought you won't come and meet me so I decided to look for you myself".

"Aunt Park—".

"I think I've told you to call me Eomma", She cut in with soft smile, "That would be a little informal, don't you think?", You fired back a smile plastered on your face.

"Who cares about that? I am like a second mother to you, Am I not?" She asked with a pout.

"Of course you are!" You pouted back, pulling the lady's cheeks, "But I would prefer aunt better for now".

"You've been saying the same thing for seventeen years now, but I'll not budge you anymore. Because after getting married to my son you are going to call me Eomma anyways till then I'll wait", The lady chimed with hopeful eyes which almost scared you.

"Marrying your son?", It came out of your lips in a whisper but she was quite good at catching it.

"Of course, you will be the only one marrying my son", She laughed.

"What if he get himself a girl who is more suitable for him than me?", You know you shouldn't ask such types of questions to his mother but you couldn't help it, your mouth was blurting your thoughts without processing.

"I think— No actually I believe that there's no girl who's more suitable for Jinyoung other than you", She assured rubbing circles on your palm.

Her words piercing through your heart, your heart started to race making your mouth go dry. Jinyoung's mother has known you since you were just eight after your family shifted to his neighbourhood.

Like any other bestfriends, you and Jinyoung were inseperable. You never had a real friend because of your father's business as he kept on moving from one place to another. However when you met Jinyoung, you both instantly hit it off which was not only surprising for you but Jinyoung as well.

One day playing with him in his backyard in his treehouse, he started crying and you asked whether you did anything to hurt him, but he hugged you tightly pouring his heart out.

"You know you are like my first real friend", he stated pulling your cheeks, displaying all your side teeth, his eyes still watery.

"Why? Didn't you have a real friend before?" You managed to speak. Shaking his head he expressed, "I don't know. All the boys and girls in my class always say that I'm too rich and that they don't want to be my friend they also make fun of me because I can't interact with anyone without....what do we call that?".

"That what?", You croaked out with your cheeks still in his grasp, "That when you don't..like you shy around and your voice comes out in parts".

"Shying around?" You answered in excitement.

"No you silly, it was a big word I don't remember", he said leaving your cheeks but held your ears but never pulling them, "Whenever they see me they laugh and throw things at me I don't like that, it makes me cry".

"Nope! You shouldn't cry anymore....I'm your bestfriend, I won't let anyone hurt you in anyway, you don't have to cry I'll protect you from those small evil kids!" You declared with a serious expression.

"Promise me that you'll always be my bestfriend and will always stay by my side", He asked extending his pinky finger towards you which you gladly accepted intertwining your pinky finger with his, "I'll always be with you, trust me".

Shaking your shoulders lightly, Mrs. Park asked "What were you thinking?".

"Umm... nothing".

"Oh well why are you alone over here? I thought you and Jinyoung were together", She asked furrowing her brows waiting for your reply.

"Actually he was with me but I had to come because— Yu—Yugyeom was looking for me", You somehow managed to get that lie slip.

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After the celebration ended, there were only Jinyoung's family members and his close friends who stayed back as Jinyoung requested them to.

"Go away, don't even dare to come near me you both with chickens in your mouth!" You shouted at Yugyeom and BamBam who were unbelievably still consuming different chicken items.

"Looks like they were starving the entire day", Jaebeom laughed from behind shaking his head slightly occupying the empty seat beside you.

"Day? They are clearly among those stone age men which we have studied during our history classes", You sighed rolling your yes back.

You were close with all of Jinyoung's friends. They knew about Jinyoung and Somi being friends but never did they expect Jinyoung to fall in love with Somi.

"Attention everybody!" Jinyoung's loud voice cut through everyone's gossips, he stood right on top of the staircase of his mansion while others were downstairs. Since the party was already over there was no need for family members to stand in night breeze.

"I would like to announce something very important", He beamed with one of the brightest grin you've ever seen, everyone's face was filled with confusion while you can exactly tell what he was going to do, even when your heart was bleeding but your face had one of the beautiful smiles.

"Today is probably one of the best day of my life", His voice laced with sheer excitement although he was trying to come out to be a little calm, "Since you all have always bugged me for not being in love with anyone....So today I want you all to meet the love of my life, the girl I've loved for a long time now, she's always supported me, has always been there for me, helped me, cared for me.....and....and my parents and my friends know her very well".

With that everyone's eyes were on you which made you want to run away and hide yourself in the farthest corner of the world and never come back, but you tried your very best to keep that smiling facade.

"He's definitely talking about you", Jaebeom stated proudly from beside while Yugyeom and BamBam smirked at you same goes for Jackson.

"And there she is....", He pointed in your direction, everyone clapping happily, "The Love of my life.....Somi", slowly the clapping dying down at the mention of Somi's name.

Somi stood up from her seat which was right behind your table, Jinyoung's parents had a frown on their faces while Jaebeom, Jackson, Yugyeom and BamBam looked pale, their souls leaving their bodies as they were handed with the most shocking news of the time.

Jinyoung pulled Somi towards him kissing her knuckles lovingly gifting her the softest look ever. Although your heart hammered against your chest you stared at them with a neutral gaze.

"I know you all might be shocked that I'm introducing her out of the blue, but yeah she is the one for me, she's the one that I need in my life, she's my girl and we've decided to get married in three months".

You were aware that this was going to come sooner or later, you smiled widely as soon as your eyes locked with Jinyoung's. Jaebeom held your hand under the table trying to calm you as your body trembled slightly.

"I love you Somi", He said aloud resting their foreheads together while their hands were intertwined with eachother, the diamond ring shining on Somi's ring finger.

"I love you too Jinyoung", She replied softly.

Jinyoung's mother watched you intently, she noticed the wide smile on your face which your were brilliantly faking for his son's sake when in real you were beyond hurt. That's when it clicked her, the way the glow of your face died down when she talked about you and Jinyoung getting married and your negative replies only proved her assumptions correct.

"You shouldn't have done this to yourself", she mumbled, still her eyes fixed on your form.

Part 1 | Master list | Part 3 |

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ajokeformur-ray · 4 years

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Hello, darling! I'm not entirely certain if matchups are open right now, but I'd like to send one in. I've been missing Arthur quite a bit lately..I've never requested anything so bare with me! --- I'm Ezalia (Ezzie), 25, Native American. I'm 5'1 and on the small side. I have severe social anxiety and I'm very introverted. I'm very artsy, I love to draw and write. I have a very morbid sense of humor. I'm studying culinary, I love to bake and cook. I also have quite a few piercings and tattoos!

Hey, love! I made this one as long as I could in each section just to say thank you for what you do as a content creator and as a person and I chucked in a lil’ extra bonus as well for you, which I hope you like! Thank you for everything, I hope you enjoy this ^^ this took me hours so I’m nervous to post omg.

TOTAL WC: 3, 601.

Arthur // wc: 975.

At 5′1, there’s a seven inch difference between you and Arthur so his protective streak, already quite strong, only increases. That’s not to say that being shorter is weaker and in need of protection in Arthur’s eyes, but rather he just cherishes the way that you fit so perfectly into the cage of his embrace, the way he can rest his sharp chin on the top of your head, or on your shoulder, and the way he can squeeze you and feel you tighten your own grip around him, your face buried in his chest, his heartbeat in your ear… he adores you.”I love you, Ezzie.” // “I love you too, Arthur.” these exchanges may sound simple but the reverberation of your voice inside his mind like the refrain of a song, the name of which he can’t remember, is more comforting to him, more grounding to him, than anything else his therapist ever ‘taught’ him. Arthur would want to learn everything that he could about your culture; the language, the traditions, the food, the customs… he would want to learn as much about everything as he could, loving nothing more than curling up with you on the sofa or in bed, asking you question after question. The sound of your voice relaxes him like nothing else. Arthur adores all of you and he makes sure that you don’t ever question it for even a second.

Arthur understands how much of a struggle it can be to deal with anxiety, and he really would be very understanding and empathetic. If you go out in public together, within days has he learned all of your physical tells and he’d reach out to grip your hand, his thumb rubbing soothingly over the back of it, his lips pursed at your temple as he murmurs “are you okay, Ezzie?”. If you say yes, he’ll keep an eye on you but he’ll accept your answer. If you say no, he’d do what he could to get you out of the public eye, ducking down back alleys or even taking you home all together. He’d never judge you for it because he understands it, he does, and he would do anything that he could to keep you feeling as safe and as comfortable as possible. You’re introverted and Arthur loves nothing more than coming home to you. He enjoys spending time with you in the evenings during those few scant hours that he has off of work, and nothing quite revitalises his energy levels, his soul, like you do.

You’re really creative; you draw and write, and Arthur would love the evenings during which he can sit at the tiny table in the corner of the living room to work on his material in his battered joke book, while you write or draw. When he’s lacking inspiration does he look over at you, the softest smile on his lips as heat blooms in his heart, keeping him warm and making him feel safe. Arthur enjoys nothing more than watching you get lost in your element, and truthfully do you often look up at him for your own dose of inspiration when it starts to fall short. You are each other’s muse. Arthur would sincerely compliment anything which you allowed him to read or view, but he’d never pry or push you to tell him. Everything is on your own terms because he understands how private and personal art is. He marvels at your imagination and hopes that, by spending enough time with you, some it will rub off on him, too.

After weeks and months of cracking jokes and making you laugh with almost all of them, Arthur likes to think that he has a handle on your sense of humour. So similar is it to his own that it doesn’t take much for him to tailor a lot of his material to you, and he stockpiles them in the back of his joke book so that when you’re especially upset or needing a bit of extra support, Arthur can bring them out. If he makes you laugh, then it’s a good joke. You enjoy cooking and this is something else which Arthur loves to watch you getting lost in. The way you fluidly move, the way your brows furrow as you study a recipe, the way you carelessly shrug before chucking in a few more herbs or an extra spoon of sugar because why not?… it’s all so you and the fact that you feel comfortable enough around Arthur to lower your defences down in that way means more to him than anything else. He would want to try anything you bake or cook and he’d always sincerely compliment you. He’s so in awe of all the separate skill sets which you possess. “You’re so beautiful inside and out, Ezalia,” Arthur would smile, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, “You’re the best part of you. I love you so much.”

You’re confident in your level of self-expression and you’re unafraid of the things you enjoy, the way you want to look. Arthur would want to know everything about all of your piercings and tattoos - why you got them, how much they hurt, how it was done, where you went to get them done, how much it cost, what they mean to you, what’s the story behind it, do you regret any and why, do you not regret any… on and on the questions go. Late at night does he trace the tattoos nearest to him, his fingers so gentle against your skin that it makes you shiver. He loves your tattoos so much and often does he look at your piercings, admiring the way the metal glints in the light of the room. “You’re so beautiful, darling.” Overall does Arthur treat you like the goddess you are.

Joker // wc: 1, 347.

By this stage in your relationship, you and Arthur have been together for years and you’re in the comfortable part of a relationship. Love is very much a part of your relationship and it is expressed often. Instead of the fiery heat which boiled in your stomach, however, this is a more comfortable truth which exists in the space between you; sometimes do you still feel the urge to scream your love for him from the rooftops. You have to be careful with who you tell about dating Arthur, especially when they’re new to your life, because anyone could turn him in to the police if they found out who Arthur actually was. The people who pre-exist in your life either don’t know or don’t care, which works out well for you because it means it’s easier for you to keep him safe and out of harm’s way. In this way do your protective roles reverse as Arthur removes his mask in favour of who he really is; “it’s Joker now, Ezzie”. There may be a seven inch height difference between the two of you, but that doesn’t stop Joker from using your body to hide himself from the world. While you’re relaxing in the evening with a book or with the television, he’ll come up to you and nudge your feet apart with one of his own. “Can I - can I feel you, darling?” and what he means is that he wants to curl up on your lap, tuck his painted face in the warm crook of your neck, and forget the world. He tucks himself in so deeply that his knees are pulled up to his chest, his bright white socks shocking against the crimson red of his trousers, his arms around your shoulders, those dyed green romantic curls tickling at the underside of your chin. He just wants to be held, to know that he’s still just as loved as he’s always been by you. “I love you, Ezzie. You’re the best part of me.” and a series of chaste kisses pressed to your neck is the accompanying activity to your relaxing, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it.

Similarly, by now does Joker know exactly how to help you with your social anxiety. It’s so natural to him by now that he does it on instinct; a hand reaching out to take yours in his, his fingers sliding in the spaces between your own. “It’s okay, Ezalia,” he’d murmur, raising your joined hands to his painted lips so he can press a kiss to the back of yours, “There’s nothing to be afraid of.” He only uses your full name when he’s comforting you, encouraging you or if it’s a serious situation; more often than not he’ll call you a pet name or by Ezzie. You can’t go out and about with Joker as Joker, because he’s easily recognisable and he also tends to go out at night, when it’s easier for him to duck into back alleys so he can escape from the police or from curious eyes. As such, you tend to stay home when he goes out; he’s very protective of you and he can’t stomach even the idea of something happening to you. When he comes home, it’s always with a flourish and a cheeky grin. Depending on his mood, he’ll either go and greet you on his own, or he’ll hang about. He needs to be needed, needs to know he’s loved still by you, and the act of you approaching him to greet him? He gets teary eyed just thinking about it. Joker is very insecure about your relationship; he can’t fathom how you’re still with him, even now, even after all he’s said and done, so he really needs that extra reassurance. He doesn’t ask for it very often, but he always wants it. To Joker’s thinking, asking for it makes him feel like he’s annoying you somehow, and then he feels like you’re only giving him that reassurance because he asked for it, and it just ruins the whole thing. So when he clenches his fists periodically, when his nostrils flare exactly once, when his knees bounce a mile a minute, when he smokes more than his usual twenty a day, when he’s quiet but his bottom lip and chin quiver with unshed tears… go to him, please. He needs you, Ezzie, and only you.

You love to write and draw and you still very much have that routine of the two of you sitting and writing together; spending time together separately. It’s something Joker adores. He doesn’t just look at you now when he needs inspiration for his material, no. Now, if he wants to stare, he does. it’s not obnoxious and he doesn’t realise he’s doing it so if you ask him to stop, he will. “Oh, sorry,” he shrugs with an easy smile, “I didn’t realise. You’re so beautiful.” You’re definitely his muse, especially now, and he makes it known that he loves and appreciates you. You’re his entire life. He’s so beautiful with his white facepaint, those deep blue eyes which perfectly complement his sea green eyes, that macabre red painted smile… he’s so beautiful it makes you want to cry, and sometimes you end up drawing him. Joker is more likely now to ask if he can view your drawings or read your works, but if you say no, it’s no big deal; he wouldn’t want to be pushed about showing you his journal, so he gets it. But he’d completely fawn over anything you show him and he’d compliment you so sincerely, so thoroughly, that you’re left blushing for hours afterwards.

By now, Joker is more than used to your sense of humour, which is just as dark as his is. After his mental break, his jokes became darker, more built on murder and cynical observations rather than the notes which he used to diligently take while he was at Pogo’s. You didn’t have to take a period of readjustment or anything like that because you’re already there. At this point, the jokes which he focuses on are far more tailored to your sense of humour; so in tune with you is he that he barely has to ask you about what you find funny, because he knows you as well as he knows himself. Still does he love to give you a show; coming out from behind the curtain in a mockery of his segment on The Murray Franklin Show, pulling his joke book from the back of his trousers where it’s often stashed, and then carefully does he select the best jokes which he spent hours on, just for you. Don’t fake a laugh, he’ll know instantly and he won’t appreciate it; especially from you. “You’re the only one, Ezzie. Nothing can hurt me anymore, I have you.” you’re his entire world. Joker is supportive of your culinary studies and he loves trying the things you bake and cook. He always compliments you sincerely, just as he always has, and he means every single word. He’s so proud of you, and he tells you as often as he can.

The inevitable has finally happened; Joker now has the same level of confidence as far as expressing himself goes that you do and if you were to ask him, he’d say, “It’s because of you, Ezzie! You helped me to be me!” and he means it to be one of the biggest compliments he could give you yet. He adores your tattoos and your piercings and the nights are spent with his hands upon your skin, his fingers reverently tracing the ink permanently etched into your skin. At this point in your relationship, he knows everything about your tattoos and piercings that there is to know, and he cherishes every piece of information which you give him. He loves you so much that it drives him mad and he loves the way he loves you and the way that you love him, too.

BONUS MATCHUP bc ILY and I wanna give back some more :’333

J // wc: 1, 279.

There’s a nine inch difference between you and J so this destructive raccoon boi is very protective of you. Sorry, honey, but in J’s head, smaller is weaker, so you can expect to find yourself gifted a hand gun, a few little ‘fun’ extras like a grenade or two to keep in your coat pockets, a switchblade… he makes sure that you’re protected at all times, and I have no doubt that he’d also get a few of his men to keep an eye on you. They’re not obvious about it, but you’re not stupid and you know J, so you do your best to go about your day without letting them disturb you too much. It might even get a little annoying, but J only has good intentions; sure, he doesn’t believe himself to be someone capable of something like love, but for you… For you, he comes close to that belief. In any case, he does he best to protect what’s his and that’s all there is to it. He rarely says your name, he prefers to use pet names, so when he does use your name; listen up. It’s important. I feel like Ezzie would be used in a casual sense, but he’d use your full name as a sort of code for when you’re around people and he needs to get your attention now. You’d definitely have some kind of system for this, so that he knows that you know how to handle it when this happens. He doesn’t look like a man with a plan, but his head is so busy at all times, even when he’s sleeping, that he almost vibrates with all that energy.

J’s not… great with things like social anxiety. At first he doesn’t really get it, but then one day something happened which triggered your social anxiety and J saw just how bad it can be for you; he was startled and did his best to calm you down, tucking you into his chest, his hand rubbing up and down your back in smooth, fluid motions as he shushed you. His intense chocolate eyes darted around the space over your shoulder but to him, there was nothing which could have caused your reaction. However, so shaken up were you that all at once did J realise that you weren’t exaggerating or joking (not that he had assumed you were, but one can never be too careful with others), and once he had you calm, he got you home and sat you down. The two of you spoke calmly, candidly, about your social anxiety. In some twisted way, J opened up about his own issues; PTSD, nightmares and the such, as a thank you for being so honest with him. He likes that. You two bonded closely that day, and J became even more protective of you after that. So when next did you venture outside, J kept an eye and a hand on you; either hand in hand if you needed that extra reassurance, or your hand tucked into the crook of his elbow, and he will watch you, looking straight at you. He’ll see all of your physical tells, all of your warning signs, and he’ll act before you even know you’re feeling anxious, so eager is he to stop anything from triggering your anxiety. He takes care of you in his own ways, but once you know what you’re looking for, it’s overwhelmingly obvious that you’ve got him wrapped around your little finger, and vice versa, which goes unsaid!

Between the two of you; with you being artsy and J loving to make entrances and to carry out his ‘plans’ with something of a dramatic flourish, there’s never a dull moment for either of you. You have several creative hobbies, and when you get involved with them, J tends to leave you alone. He, too, needs privacy when he’s releasing the chaotic contents of his mind. He definitely has some kind of journal which he doodles in, scribbles down jokes or things he found funny that day (most of which are dark and may even shock you), so you sit side by side, so close to each other that you’re touching shoulders, thighs and ankles, or on opposite ends of the sofa if one or both of you need some space, spending time together. You rarely talk and something loud will be on the television; J gets antsy when he’s left too alone with his thoughts; it’s easy for them to get out of control unless he’s got something to focus on and listen to, and it’s quiet moments like these which really cement whatever it is that you have together. Sometimes, J will ask what you’re writing or drawing. It’s up to you if you share it or not; he’s not entirely bothered either way, he just thought he’d leave a topic of conversation open for you.

J loves your sense of humour. It’s as dark as his is. Or, he thinks it is. He likes to push all of the current boundaries, just to find out how far out of the ballpark he can knock something. It doesn’t take him much longer than a few weeks to find out how far he can push you and what you do and don’t find funny; he doesn’t really do anything with the information but he likes to know these things. He rarely shares information about himself, though, so even a joke of yours which he chuckled at is something to cherish and keep close to you! J knows almost everything about you, down to your nighttime bathroom routine, so he knew before you even told him that you were studying culinary; he doesn’t get why you don’t just survive off noodle packets and other convenient foods; he’s done it for years. But learn to make his favourite snacks, and you might have him eating out of the literal palm of your hand. “C’mon, doll, let me have a bite.” And the teasing bastard will even lick the crumbs off your hand. his eyes daring you to pull away from him. He already knows you won’t, but he likes to have fun. He definitely compliments you, but not in ways you’d expect - an empty plate or an accidental food coma are the biggest ones you’ll receive off him!

One of the things J finds most intriguing about you are your tattoos and piercings; he wants to know everything. The place you went to, why you chose that place and not the one a few streets away, what body part it’s on and why, how much did it hurt, was there a part of the healing process you enjoyed, will you get some more, but his favourite thing to ask is the meaning behind the tattoo itself. Why you chose what you did in the way that you did. He listens without interruption, long nailed hands tracing the tattoos, his lips mouthing any words there. Your piercings, he likes the way they look against your skin and again does he want to know all about them. You clearly have a high pain tolerance and you’re confident in who you are, not like those others, and I have no doubt that when you become a little more down the road of… being whatever it is that you are together, he’d want to brand you in someway. Another tattoo, or an actual branding… something which makes you his. If nothing else, he knows you can deal with it and may even like the pain it’ll bring you. He’ll get one to match, don’t worry - he’s not a monster. ;)

#ezziesworld #arthur fleck #arthur fleck matchup #joker #joker matchup #ledger joker #ledger joker matchup #matchup

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torrikor · 4 years

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The first time I've ever heard of an Swaphorror AU was with like ONE other person on tumblr and I still think the idea is FASCINATING. Especially since US is often portrayed as the softest AU (even more so than canon). Tell me your ideas, my dude!

honestly!! like, i’m not a fan of nitty gritty dark and dreary aus that exist just for someone’s grimdark kick, but working out the logistics of how the characters and world got to that point? how they deal with and eventually get out of it? hell yeah that’s my jam

so!! here goes!!

the empress is dead. she’s been dead for a long time, the human that came through left and the loss of the monsters’ ruler is the only evidence of their ever having been underground. alphys tries to take over for a while, since no one else wants to step up to the position, but she can’t do it. she’s suited to a specific role and the leadership one isn’t it.

so undyne takes over. she was the empress’ personal assistant and scientist, of course she would take over, even if she doesn’t want to. even if she would rather tear down the doors to the ruins and hole herself up there than be the new empress, she takes over. during the power vacuum, there’s unrest among all monsters. a new leader does not settle them.

the guard is reworked, there’s more of them now. no one wants to risk another human destroying their already destroyed system. the one piece of stability they had is now gone, despite undyne’s desperate scrambling to get everything running again, and that shows itself in the increasing riots, scraps over the simplest of things, and the death toll. monsters dust almost daily and those who remain alive are slowly starving- there was a reason why the empress wanted out so badly, undyne realises all too quickly.

alphys becomes her personal assistant, and doesn’t stop her from shutting herself in and trying to come up with a solution. so far all she has is a ‘no humans left alive’ policy, something forced and wrenched out of her by the monsters enraged by the last human’s adventures. she understands, but she doesn’t understand enough, so she looks for a solution to their problem daily, turning a bild eye to the state of the monster kingdom as it withers and rots before her and everyone else.

some monsters have pried open the doors to the ruins in a desperate attempt for relief, for food, for something but all they find is dust and disappointment. the doors remain closed once more.

the remains of the guard do as they please, undyne’s only orders being to bring her any human soul they capture. they are not told why, but it doesn’t matter; no human has fallen down since the disruption. monsters eventually discover that dust works just fine as sustinence when mixed with water, although one would cringe at calling it ‘food’. most have yet to succumb to the desperation that eating it would require.

in alphys’ increased absence, sans is unofficially promoted to lieutenant. he is not happy with this development. he does not report to undyne, that is still alphys’ job, but he is left to oversee everything else. he stays in snowdin, but no one buys his snowcones anymore. there is a void carved into the side of his skull, and his magic is malfunctioning. he does not remember how it got there.

magic is a tricky thing. it adapts, changes, morphs itself over time and environment and feelings. it is expressive, it is a life force. unless you don’t have enough of it, then it will be your death. papyrus no longer has access to the medicine undyne made for him, she refuses to waste her resources on someone who should have dusted centuries ago. he is dying, slowly and blindly, dragging out the inevitable and defying fate every day that he continues to live.

however. things can change. people can change. for better or for worse, people and monsters can always change. a broken vase is even prettier when repaired with strings of gold, it just takes some patience, and perseverance. eventually, things will get better.

#torri talks #H #swapfell #horrortale #s... swaphorrorfell?? no that sounds dumb #im gonna... call it something to do with kintsugi #the thing where you repair vases with gold #kintsugi... tale???#kintsugitale #sure #cause shit might be Bad but it'll get Better i swear #oh man i feel bad putting these characters through hell #also does?? any of what i wrote make sense i cannot tell #i spent like half an hour writing this instead of my homework due tomorrow i love being able to prioritise my workload #i'm Trying #i kept it... vague-ish here just as like an overview to see if like..... people are interested i guess???? h

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chloasiajones · 4 years

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This is my next smau. It's a Harry Potter smau. Neville X F.!Reader pairing. There's a bit of Fred X F.!Reader pairing in here. There's also Neville X Fred X F.!Reader. Title:A Muggle's Love Story

Trigger warning: Slight swearing! Mentions of sex! Will be mentions of rape! Slight abuse! If you are sensitive to these things read at your own risk! Major Fred fluff!

Y/n was a muggle brought into the world of magic, at a very young age. She didn't know how to handle it. And with her older sister, her guardian being the only one who could take care of her, it proved to be difficult for her with her sister being the Defense Against The Dark Arts professor, and her having to live in the world of magic. She feels a little left out, seeing as both her sisters, her older and her younger, - her twin - are wizards and she is not. But that all disappears when she meets the one person who helped her realize not everything is about that. And it's not all its cracked up to be. Neville was there for her since she was young and they became the best of friends. However, as they got older they realized their feelings were more for each other than they even orginally thought. But what happens when Neville finally has the courage and another man tries to swoop in and take him from her?

Beginning Special Part 5. . .

Fred's P.O.V.

I knew how Y/n was getting and I didnt like it. I felt for her. I hurt for her. I want to beat the shit out of Neville. I know that dumbass feels for her, just like I do, but he wont tell her. All he tells her is that he has a crush on this girl, but he wont tell her who it is. Neville is supposed to be her best friend and he's basically keeping a secret from her. Way to keep the trust up Neville. If he truly does hurt her, and makes her want nothing to do with him and I have to pick up the pieces of what he broke - I cant promise I'll hold myself back from wanting to beat the hell out of him. Y/n held onto her empty glass staring into it. I knew she was drunk and I knew she wanted more. I wont let her do this to herself. She said nothing to me as I took the glass from her. I picked up the bottle of Fire Whiskey and brought it back to the kitchen, putting it away. I gently place the cups in the sink. Y/n had her hand on the side of her neck, entangling her fingers in her hair long beautiful dark brown hair (or y/h/c)

"Fred? -"

She sounded like she wanted to start crying.

"What is it hon?" I asked her as I walked back over to her.

I sat back down next to her.

"I want Neville," he sentence sounded slurred and she looked like she wanted to cry.

She actually did have tears in her eyes. I sighed as I looked at her. I moved a piece of hair from her face.

"I know sweetheart," I said to her softly not exactly knowing what else to say.

"What do I do about Neville?"

I looked directly into her beautiful bluish/green eyes (or y/e/c/).

"You can talk to him. - Maybe it'll help straighten things up,"

She had a few tears fall from her eyes.

"No!! - He likes someone else and I don't want to hear it again,"

"Maybe he does like you and he just didn't want to tell you, so he phrased it differently, because he was scared,"

She sighed as she looked at the floor. I jumped slightly as she put her hand on my knee. I knew where that would lead for me. Damn physical issues. She moved closer to me.

"Fred?"

"Yes?"

I tried acting casual, but I was having so many issues. Y/n took me by surprise as she smashed our lips together, kissing me passionately. I knew the kind of state she was in, and I would never take advantage of her while she's like this, but I had the urge to kiss her back. To show her the love I have for her. And that I could love her more than Neville ever could. I slipped my hands to behind her neck, pulling her closer. I knew she liked it as she hummed in satisfaction. I still wanted to distance myself. I would never let us, get any farther when she's like this. I felt her hand moving up my leg farther. I moved slightly from discomfort. Not from her or what she was doing. It was what it was causing. I continued to kiss her as her hand stayed on my inner thigh. I wanted her to. I wanted her more than anything, but I wont let it happen. That and despite what Neville has made her feel, I know she still loves him. And I want her to sort things out with him before she makes any major decisions like this. I breathed out softly as she stopped kissing me, resting her forehead on mine. She slowly slipped her hand more towards my front. I wanted to stop her, but my physical needs needed her more. I let her touch me.

"I want you Fred," Y/n said to me in the softest voice she could.

"Y/n, I dont wanna, -"

She had a few more tears slip from her eyes.

"Please Fred, - I need you," she pleaded.

"No, you need to rest," I told her.

She touched her lips to mine softly moving them. Her thumb gently moved in circles.

"Please,"

I said nothing. I want to say yes. I want her so bad. As she can physically tell, but I refuse to let it happen this way. Though I wanted to see how far she would actually get. I slightly nodded. In an instant she had our lips pressed together. She turned our kiss into passion. I let out a soft groan as she moved her leg over, straddling my lap. I let her move her hips down onto me. I wanted her more and more as the seconds passed on. I put both my hands on the sides of her neck, pressing my lips to hers harder. She hummed once more in satisfaction. I closed my eyes leaning my head back, as she moved her lips to my neck. I breathed out softly as she kissed the most sensitive part of my neck. She let her hands, move down my chest moving their way up my shirt. I wanted her so bad. But I cant. Not when she's like this. I wont. I knew I was gonna have to stop her soon. She pressed herself into me harder as she took off my shirt. I pulled myself back from her only slightly. She was trying to catch her breath from kissing me.

"You need some water," I said to her in a soft stern voice.

"I need you," she told me trying to be persistent.

"Water first and then me," I negotiated.

Of course I didnt mean it, but I'm trying to get her to settle herself. At most I'll do is snuggle her close to me as she sleeps. She still wanted to protest as she smashed her lips onto mine once more. I let myself kiss her as I stood up, while holding her. I laid her down on the couch. She reached out to me as I took my lips from hers, leaning back.

"Fred, no," she protested.

"Sweetheart, I'll be right back," I reassured.

I gave her a soft reassuring kiss. Honestly right now all I wish I could do, is go to Neville's apartment and kick his ass. He did this to her, just because he's too afraid to tell her what I did. I let my hand drag from hers as I walked to the kitchen. I sighed as I grabbed one of the regular glasses from the cupboard filling it with cold water. I brought it back to her, kneeling down on the floor in front of her.

"Here hon, drink this, - I promise you'll feel better," I said to her in the softest voice I could possibly have.

She sighed as she took the glass.

"And then I can have you?" She asked hopeful still not knowing what she was saying or what she actually wanted.

"Yes, then you can have me," I lied.

I hated lying to her. I never have before, but I cant hurt her anymore than she already is. I love her too much for that. I held onto her other hand as she started to take sips from her water. I was hoping she wouldn't remember what she wanted from me while she was like this. That way if it ever is me in the future, we can start fresh.

Almost an hour later. . .

I had taken the glass of water from her quite a few minutes ago. As I walked back from the kitchen I had found her snuggled with the blanket at the end of the couch, and she had fallen asleep. That's the sight I like to see. I just stood there for a moment staring at her as she slept. She really is the most beautiful person I've ever laid my eyes upon. I walked to the other end of the couch. I was as careful as I could be as I crawled onto the couch behind Y/n. She was sound asleep. There was no waking her up now. I put my arm around her, holding her as close to me as I could. Being as respectful as I could be. As she noticed me next to her, while still sleeping, she turned herself into me, snuggling herself into me. I had my head propped up with my elbow. I used my other hand, to trace a finger down her face softly.

"Dont worry Y/n, things will get better - I promise," I spoke to her.

She let a soft noise leave her as she slept. I wrapped both my arms around her, pulling her even closer, letting my eyes close. I wont let anything happen to her.

. . .

Neville's P.O.V.

I sighed as I stood before Fred's apartment door. I was nervous, so beyond nervous to tell Y/n how I felt about her. However, I know Adelina is right. Though the way she's going about this is a little unfair. Again I do agree with her. I have loved Y/n pretty much since we first met. I've always wished I could tell her, but I've always been too afraid. I was just afraid of rejection. Though I really wonder how its actually going to go, because of Adelina's reactions to things I said. I knocked on the door, only to get nervous as there was no response. I knocked again, only to get the same response. I could feel myself getting anxious. Seeing as Y/n was supposed to be here, and Fred usually never goes to bed before three. And with knowing that he likes her, my heart was racing at an uncomfortable pace. An idea crossed me. It wasn't the greatest idea, but I had to know. I took out my wand using the, "Alohomora," spell to unlock the door. I'll apologize to Fred later for breaking into his apartment. As I opened the door and looked at the couch, my heart sank and my stomach fell a thousand feet. There on his couch lay Y/n, asleep in Fred's arms. It looked as if they were as close as they could possibly get to each other, without actually being on top of one another. And to make things worse Fred had no shirt on. I could feel tears coming to my eyes as I looked at them. They were both sound asleep. I backed out of the apartment, softly closing the door. As I walked down the hall to leave, a few tears fell from my eyes. As I stood outside, I could feel anger rising towards Fred. In anger I blasted one of the trees, accidentally breaking one of the branches. Whoops. I walked off. Adelina was right. I was too late and I lost her to Fred.

. . .

The Next Morning. . .

Y/n's P.O.V.

I woke up, with my eyes in a blur, holding my head as it pounded. I sat up on the couch, almost with tears in my eyes. I scooched forward so my feet touched the floor. I knew I was at Fred's place. And I knew I came here late, but I dont remember much after our conversation about our friends.

"Oh, damn," I spoke out not even being able to handle my own voice.

"What's the matter hon?" Fred asked me as he kneeled down in front of me.

"I have a killer headache," I replied still holding my head.

"I know, -"

Fred moved my hands from my head. I forced myself to open my eyes, looking at him. I questioned why he wearing just his sweatpants and nothing else. My stomach dropped a thousand feet. Fred held out a glass of water to me and a couple of ibuprofen.

"Here take this and drink this," he said to me in such a caring voice it melted my heart.

I took the ibuprofen from his hand taking it, and drinking from the glass of nice cold water. Once I was a little more with it, and my surroundings, I set the cup down, awkwardly turning to look at Fred.

"So, - I'm not so sure I want to ask this, but - um - Did we - We didn't - You know -"

Fred seemed to know what I was trying to ask. He took my hand in a gentle soft gesture.

"No, Y/n, we did not have sex," Fred reassured in a calming voice.

I breathed out in relief as I looked away from him. I knew he was smiling.

"Oh thank God, - I'm sorry but that would've really messed things up,"

"I understand -"

I looked at him again.

"I couldn't let myself give in when you were like that. I would never take advantage of you like that,"

A soft smile passed me.

"Thank you Fred, -"

I locked our fingers together, placing my head on his shoulder. He gently placed a kiss to the top of my head.

"I love you so much Fred," I spoke to him.

"I love you too darling,"

I moved away from him.

"But I love Neville too, - And I should really text him, and try to get to the bottom of what's really going on,"

"I understand that,"

I stood from the couch.

"Wait, -"

Fred stood from the couch.

"Let me take you to breakfast first, - Get you back to normal," Fred offered to me as he started to walk to the stand by the door.

"I am normal," I said to him.

"Not normal enough, -"

I pretended to be offended as I gently punched his arm. He chuckled.

"Let me take you to breakfast, - Please," he pleaded.

I sighed as I looked at him.

"There's no talking you out of this is there?" I asked him.

"Nope,"

He put his hand on my back as we walked out the door together. He took his keys before closing the door and locking it. I honestly wouldn't know what to do without him. I will be honest, I'm a little scared to find out the truth from Neville. But I have to know. I need to know what he meant, and if he really does like someone else. If he really does like someone else, then I guess my choice I pretty clear.

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amethystpath-writes · 5 years

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Prompt: Asthma Attack

Fandom: Original

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Away. I need to get away. Anywhere, it doesn't matter.

He's going to find me soon. I can't hide in here forever. All it would take is for him to hear my breathing, to pinpoint my location. Oh gods, what will he do to me when he finds me? I can't exactly go anywhere when he does, I hardly even have room to move. He'll -he'll grab my arm and yank me out. Or maybe he will go for my hair. He's done it before, he knows it hurts and it's easy for him to hold, hard for me to get out of.

I have to get out before it is too late. He'll kill me for running again, but if he can't find me, I have nothing to worry about.

I hold my breath, listening intently to what's outside of my small cabinet. The kitchen cabinets. How stupid of an idea it was. I only pray that the pans don't fall when I scurry out.

No one seems to be near. After all, it is the middle of the night. Nobody in their right mind would wonder into the kitchen so late, or perhaps early. It was dark outside as I ran through the halls, but there was a certain tinge of color. I wouldn't be surprised if the sun is rising by now.

Slowly, I push the door open. I can feel every one of my tensed muscles. My eyes are squeezed tightly shut as I anticipate a screech of the small door or the clashing of pans or anything. To my surprise, silence meets my ears as I crawl out. Well, as silent as it can be with the constant ringing in my ears.

I stay low, back hunched as I walk between the counters. What if he's in here? I still have to be cautious.

My eyes sting as I continue walking towards the large doors, both the entrance and exit. He could just be waiting on the other side of this door. He could have known the whole time that I've been hiding here and this was his game to play. If he catches me...oh gods, I can't- I don't want to think about it. He could do anything to me.

My nostrils flare as I take a deep breath, but it doesn't seem like any air truly reaches my lungs. I try again. My breath seems more shaky and I notice a knot in my chest. A few tears slide down my cheeks as my hand rests on the handle. I keep trying to calm myself, but breaths aren't working. It's like I'm not even breathing at all. But I know I am. I'm trying so why doesn't it feel like it?

I yank the door open, doing my best to ignore my nonexistent breaths. No one is there and luckily the door hardly made a noise. The larger doors tend to be louder if you open them slowly.

There is no sign of him. I should be relieved, but my chest still feels tight, like there are strings attached on either side with two people pulling the opposite directions. It seems the only way to get any air at all is to breath quickly and so I do. Each breath is just as fast as the door yanking open.

My head instinctively turns right and left as if checking for a horse to cross even in the halls. There is no sign of him anywhere. Did I dream the chase up? Is he lying in bed just as I should be?

Of course he is. He has to be. He couldn't just disappear like this if it weren't a dream. He always makes himself known. Always. It's his way of intimidation, a reminder that at any point he could exploit your weaknesses. He could strike at any moment and you should be afraid. Fear is his power. He feeds off of it and I'm foolish enough to be the bowl he eats out of.

Should I go back to bed then? Perhaps if, in my dream, I lie back down and rest my eyes, this will end and the only thing I should worry about in my sleep is waking up and making it to breakfast in time.

But if this is a dream, why do my lungs still feel so incredibly absent?

Footsteps sound down the hall to my left. Air catches in my throat. If it were heels clicking against the floor, I wouldn't worry so much. However, there is no sharp click. Rather, a dull thud. Boots. His boots.

If I run, I'll give away where I'm at. But if I walk he'll most certainly catch up to me. What do I do? I could go back into the kitchens, but then how would I ever get out if he walked in?

My shoes make no sound as I set them on the floor. And my feet make the softest "boom" I have heard. Mother used to joke I had the padded feet of a rabbit. Pray they help me now.

"Sister, it's rather late to play tag!" Even with distance, I can hear his steps becoming faster, louder. He is closer. He's chasing me, "tag" he said. He's turning it into a game, just as he always does.

I push myself harder, faster. I have to get away from him, away from here. These halls, this palace, this whole kingdom.

A needle pierces my side, putting a hault in my tracks. My hands push against the spot as I inhale sharply. It only makes it worse and a cry slips from my lips. The sting won't stop. I can't breathe. Every time I take a breath- every time it stings. I can't- oh gods. Oh gods, I can't breathe.

I can feel the sweat bead in my forehead before it begins to pour down. I want to cry, to scream, but it hurts. Oh it hurts so much. I can't breathe at all. My breath is caught at the back of my throat and even with an open mouth, nothing passes the knot in my throat.

I'm gawking, strange noises escaping my throat as I struggle so hard to live.

He approaches me on the floor, kneeling. I didn't even realize I had fallen to the floor. When? Was it when my vision began to swim beneath water? As black blurs began to appear?

He taps my shoulder. "Tag. I win."

My eyes roll to the back of my head several times. I will them several more times to stay open, to fight the unconsciousness about to inevitably take me. Eventually, any strength I have fades. The last thing I see...my brother...white teeth...lips quirked at the corners...and then? Nothing.

#prompt: asthma attack #fandom: original #long post #whump #whumpee #whumper #kingdoms as per usual #sister x brother #siblings

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kachulein · 5 years

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🌸Get to know me🌸

tagged by the wonderful @prettywordsyouleft♥️

Rules: Answer the below so your followers can get to know you a little better, and tag any blogs you also want to get to know more!

tagging: @04-36am @sunnycatuwu @pwark-jisung @lee-knows-it @changbiinn @hwangwhatjin @hwanginthere @littlefallenrebel @littlecoffeecake @albdajirks @felixandflowers @sleepyracha @stayuwu @maknaebias @stay-serenity @silverwisp-the-insane @dreamyfelix @ahmoshimoshi and anyone else who'd like to do it~ Just say I tagged you^-^♡

Let’s start with something easy! What’s your name?

My name is Laura, actually Laura Jane but hardly anyone calls me that^^

Any nicknames?

I try to remember all of them... so my most frequently used nickname use to be Pikachu but one day (probably like 2 years ago lmao) @04-36am decided to shorten it to Kachu and I've stuck with it ever since. Other nicknames I got are Kachi (because @littlecoffeecake made a typo while writing my name and since it sounded cute we stuck with it), Pika, Min, Sugar Cakes, and my mom calls me Läurel while my cousin calls me Löirel

And how do you identify/what pronouns do you prefer? female, she/her

How tall are you? 174cm/5'8 ft

Time for you now? 3pm

Astrological sign? Aquarius

What is the meaning behind your blog name?

Okay, so. I mentioned Pikachu use to be my most frequently used nickname, right? That's why I chose it as my blog url. However, simply Pikachu was taken already, therefore I attached the German diminutive -lein [lain] to it and voilà; pikachulein

Favourite K-POP artists! As many as you stan:

oh boi. I'm horrible with such questions since I always forget someone and I'm also a horrible stan because I'm too scattered to stay up to date with anyone.

▪Boy groups: Stray Kids, BTS, Seventeen, NCT, Got7, Monsta X, Exo, Day6,,,,

▪Girl Groups: Red Velvet, Blackpink, Twice, also trying to get more into Dreamcatcher, Weki Meki, (G)I-DLE and Loona

▪Solo Artists: Jay Park, Hyuna, Sunmi, Chungha, Samuel, Eric Nam, Taemin,,,,

However, I listen to way more groups than the ones I stan btw

Five of your favourite K-POP songs, if you can/if you stan, choose more than one group (bonus points for linking them so your followers can listen!):

I always change my favourite songs, so I'll list those that are my faves as of now;

Seventeen - Getting Closer

Gugudan - Not That Type

IZ*ONE - La Vie En Rose

Stray Kids - Get Cool

Red Velvet - RBB

honourable mention: Weki Meki - Crush

What K-POP song did you last listen to?

Uhm, I don't know which song exactly, I was listening to my Stray Kids playlist last night^^

Favourite K-POP music video?

u g h that's hard. I love every music video that is aesthetically pleasing. Some top faves that come to mind right now are;

Vixx - Fantasy

Favorite - Party Time

Seventeen - Thanks

9Muses - Remember

Red Velvet - Bad Boy

Stray Kids - Voices I know it's a performance video and not an "actual" mv shhhhh

Who are your top five bias WRECKERS?

HWANG HYUNJIN THAT LIL BITCH

Seo Changbin

Kwon Soonyoung

Joshua Hong

Park Jimin

honourable mention: Lee Jihoon

Last but not least! Post a photo of your top biases:

♡Han Jisung aka the loml and Lee Felix♡ Have you ever seen a man so beautiful you cried? Yes, that's me when I look at them.

Min Yoongi, the softest boi who will forever be in my heart no matter what♡

♡Bambam and Kim Yugyeom♡ I've never been able to choose between Yugbam, so I double bias maknae line

Xu Minghao♡ I always use to say "if Minghao ever dyes his hair black, it'll be the death of me and a little while later I woke up one morning to see the most recent photos of him with black hair. This era has been a blessing.

♡Zhong Chenle and Huang Renjun♡ I've always been a dreamie enthusiast and dolphin boy has caught my heart but then I once heard Renjun sing Donghyuck's high note in "Go" and whoops, since then I double bias them.

♡Jennie Kim and Kang Seulgi♡ My beautiful queens

And last but not least Kim Doyeon, my love, my same age and same height queen, my tol bean, I love her♡

#tagged #tag #get to know me

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deepseavibez · 2 years

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Hi,

I just wanted to say Nerve is the best cheating au aftermath I've ever encountered. And I mean in films, books, fanfics, etc. It's wonderful because you've made them all human with faults and desires and I am so glad I've come across your story. You are a really great writer.

So, I've caught up with all the updates and I want to talk about the boys' role in the story. You've kept them really close to their real characters something which is very difficult to do. My favourite scene of all of them was the NDA scene with Maiya. No one was forgetting the mistake was Namjoon's too and yet went all out to protect him and YN.

Jin's reaction is so appropriate for him. He is hurt by Namjoon but he won't abandon him but will not hesitate to let him know how disappointed he is by him either. And he could have ignored YN but no she isn't just his brother's wife but a person whom he cherishes a lot. I adore Jin&YN moments.

Yoongi is disappointed in Namjoon too but admits it was a human mistake and that leaving Namjoon alone at such a time was not a good idea. His support was the world for Namjoon in this time. After the gift which he gave YN I am 101% sure Yoongi gives the best gifts and others are always scrambling to catch up.

What to say about Hoseok? His story is so sad but he has behaved wih so maturely and sensitively that it's no surprise everyone is always astounded by him. He is in love with YN but he is also Namjoon's best friend and most of all he has so much integrity, dignity and empathy in him. It worries me that Hobi might be exhausted by this too so I am glad to know you will give him a happy ending (with or without a partner, however you say). He deserves it.

Like I said I all of your characters are mindblowing but my heart really went out to Jungkook in last few chapters. True he is not young anymore but he is still the youngest he will always look up to this men from whom he learned to see the world. His and Hobi's conversation in the earlier chapter made me teary eyed because JK's feelings were so on point and Hobi is just the best (they all are but Jung Hoseok is taking the cake). And the way JK spoke up at the dress fitting plus his conversation with Namjoon was 🥺. He is so young but has grown up so much too.

And now let's come to the soulmates. They have definitely confused the hell out of me.

Earlier Jimin was the only maknae supporting Namjoon but since the party his behaviour has been really confusing. He said really horrible things with Tae but then he was matchmaking with JK for the dance too, then at the dress fitting he was being so vile. Like what is going on Jiminie? You are making my head spin with your actions.

Finally Taehyung who is the most confusing one. Looking back I can see that there has never been a moment with Tae alone as it's either the maknaes or the soulmates or all of them together so it's really hard to get a read on him. I know he cares for Namjoon and Yn and loves them too. He is reeling from Namjoon's actions and dreading YN's possible departure so his actions make sense but it doesn't excuse them. So, Tae's pov is the one I am looking forward the most.

Sorry, if I've rambled too much. But I have been buzzing with these questions.

All the best 👍🏼 and have a good day!

Uhm, I'm an emotional person by default, so this definitely got excited and simultaneously choked up, and I am so grateful. So thank you for having such wonderful things to say about Nerve and about my writing. 🖤🖤

Okay let's get into this, I love this already -

I figured since it's an idol au, why not stick as close to their personalities as possible save for a few changes.

Unanimous was my first major scene, not just here but as a whole so I am really floored that it's your favourite. And in terms of protection, Joon's theirs. He's always been. It's like they will fight the world but not show any weakness within their world which is fair considering their lives and reputations.

They're the softest dynamic it's literally one of my favourites how yn and jin are able to gel so well with one another. They can talk about random things or bicker or have a serious conversation and they're comfortable with comfort in their dynamic because there's so much of trust and love involved.

MINNN YYOONGIIIIII!! the man is so,, 'Whatever' and 'unbothered' at first glance but he's got such an important role that he plays whether it's protection or support or standing up for his dongsaengs or even doing something as simple as giving yn a reason to smile. I love his character here.

Hobi breaks my heart. He seems so strong. Even in his points of view he seems like he's come a long way into accepting things as they are and he doesn't overstep his boundaries, but it's so HARD to hold back. Hobi deserves love and so much more. He's accepted that he will love her forever and he's content with that ache.

Jungkook is a favourite. He's just got this aura and way of being himself that captures attention, and I needed him earlier on to have his isolation and come back from it so he can mend Namjoon's heart. He would be the only one able to do so because everyone listens to Jungkook and Jungkook sees past the complications and the negativity and the what ifs and why nots. To see things as they are and call it as it should be was a step up for Jungkook.

Jimin has a connection to Taehyung that nobody has so he was swayed quite a bit. And considering the fact that they gave Namjoon space to 'make things right' in the beginning, especially after speaking to yn in her office and listening to her, and knowing about her breakdowns and sadness that she handled alone, their Joon hyung was basically throwing that chance back in their face.

Tae and Jimin have their reasons but you're right, it doesn't excuse them at all. Your wording is on point there. And ofc coming from the maknae, they had to listen when they got a talking to.

Rambling is what I do best! I especially love rambles like these 🥺🖤

#Thank you #I hope you have a great week ahead #This was the best ask to come back to #Fixed up my Monday #Nerve asks #nerve au

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evelynsfics · 2 years

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Life captured in a painting.

Ignorance is bliss, and in some cases, it is all that stands between a life of luxury and a death of misery and regret.

And i relish in it. It's what kept me alive for so long, is it not?

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kinnsporsche · 2 years

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no words for this episode!! i’m absolutely speechless!! it killed me and i went to heaven. typing this from the afterlife. this was the cutest, softest most perfect episode ever. god I love the honeymoon phase. they were so giddy and in love and horny <3. it was a much needed episode for my heart. their date was adorable and I loved how p was asking for advise because he wanted it to be perfect <3 but kinn was just happy to spend time with him and indulge him with his photos bc he loves him 1/4

I also love the running joke of the other bodyguards thinking he always gets punished. yeah I’m sure his legs were shaking but not why you think :) also, who’s doing product placement like kinnporsche? I never wanted to buy bread so bad in my life. I literally can’t say anything else except that it was a perfectly cute episode. one thing that was a little weird is kim saying p could be korn’s son or something? wtf is up with that? I really hope that was just a throwaway comment but idk why they would even suggest that. anyway, I don’t even want to think about the possibility so I will choose to ignore it. and kim!! boy you’re on thin fucking ice. I just know he’s gonna break porchay’s heart real soon and I’m not ready for it. however, I’m more than ready for a little tawan drama. I’m actually feeling better about this storyline since we found out that k didn’t shoot him out of jealousy. he deserved to get shot for betraying him like that lol I’m curious how he survived or what went down exactly and why he’s back. also, I was dying to see some vegaspete but that didn’t happen so I’m a little disappointed but oh well. it was a perfect episode for kp’s relationship so I’m not complaining. looking forward to the pool scene next week 👀

kp anon unfortunately its illegal for u to die how do u expect me to live without your asks hm? illegal come back to me right now

porsche asking for dating advice because it's his first real relationship and he wants it to be good for kinn is something that can actually be really personal. god and his little self-deprication creeping in at the end of it when his plans kinda got ruined and kinn's just there with the fattest fucking grin on his face because this is the best date he's ever had. and i thought about this during the week but, porsche being the one to take kinn out is probably something he's also never had before, you know? he has money, he's fucking loaded, so he's always the one buying people things, probably was the one who took tawan out, etc. but porsche is like nope, fuck that, it never ben occured to him that kinn would be the one to do all this, HE'S the one who wants to take KINN out and i bet kinn's never had that before i bet it made his heart do dangerous things!! and yes!! the photos god, the way his mafia boss persona just drops around porsche when they're alone, he's just this guy who'll do anything to make his boyfriend happy, he's so whipped for him im 🥺🥺

NOVEL SPOILERS NOVEL SPOILERS NOVEL SPOILERS

from what i've seen/can remember from what i've been told in the novel (🤮) there's an actual angsty sub-plot about them potentially being related (they're not in the end) so im guessing the show was just lowkey throwing shade at that? bcs i really doubt boc would go there after all the changes they've made to the series so far. and also, re: vegaspete, in the novel that starts around the same time as the tawan sl so it will probably pick up this episode or next episode!!

i know a lot of people were calling this episode a filler which is such a disservice because it's such a necessary episode? how are we expected to root for a couple that are only thrown together in life-or-death situations without getting to see their progress, without getting to see their softness when they're with each other, without getting to see their feelings, without getting to see how the two of them could just be if their lives weren't entangled in such a mess, you know? just because it didn't necessarily drive the plot forward a huge amount doesn't automatically make it a filler episode!

and i know a lot of people are also worried about tawan coming between them but i genuinley dont have a single worry about that. kinn is so GONE in porsche, and he's aware of the fact that tawan never loved him, idk why people think he would possibly even think about going back to him? is tawan going to get into porsche's head? yeah, absolutely. but i have no doubt that kinn's gonna prove his devotion and probably bang all of porsche's insecurities out of him so he cant use his legs for approximately 48 hours 🥰🥰 whether that pisses tawan off more and makes him do something more drastic to get to them both idk im not sure yet but everybody even tawan's actor keep saying how much of a bastard he is so 👀 lets go villain arc

#kp anon the week i have had u have no idea #harassed by a driver food poisoning running out of meds ur asks always save me #kp anon #answered #anonymous

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Pretty pretty please can you write something where Alex and Kara see Maggie when she's on the heavy bag or upset and Kara goes to comfort her but Al's like 'sweetie, I've got this' and it's sweet and comforting and amazing and I've been crying since I woke up this morning please give me something fluffy!

Kara knows something’s wrong the moment she enters thebuilding.

Maggie’s heartbeat is steady, but elevated, hard, and whileshe’s generally learned to avoid walking into Alex or Maggie’s places – or herown bedroom during game night – when their heartbeats are quick and rapid,Maggie is alone.

She’s alone and loud hip hop that Kara can’t identify ispounding along with a rhythmic thudding.

Kara sighs.

Maggie’s working on her heavy bag.

Normally, Kara wouldn’t give it a second thought – Maggie lovesthat thing – but she’d had breakfast with James this morning and he’d regaledher with tales of how hard Maggie had just pushed him – and herself – in thegym.

So this probably isn’t her regular workout.

She gives up on the door after it becomes clear that Maggie’snot going to hear it, so she jets around the building and raps, instead, on theliving room window.

Maggie’s face – sweat-streaked with focused, furious,intense eyes and messy hair swept off her neck in a high bun – doesn’t changewhen she sees Kara, and she doesn’t stop bouncing on the balls of her feet.

But she does tug at her gloves with her teeth, and she shedsone to yank the window open for her girlfriend’s little sister.

“Need something, Little Danvers?” she yells over her music,glad she doesn’t have to turn it down because of Kara’s superhearing. Withoutwaiting for an answer, she replaces her glove and goes back to slammingcombinations into the bag, working on her breathing and hip rotation withsingular focus.

Kara watches her for a long moment.

“How do you do that? Alex says I always drop my leftshoulder before I throw a punch, that it gives me away.”

Maggie sighs and gestures Kara in front of her, stillweaving up and down on the balls of her feet.

“You shouldn’t have to drop your shoulder because it shouldn’tbe up like that to begin with. Keep the tension in your core, not yourshoulders.”

She reaches around Kara’s body and hesitates before touchingher. Kara nods, suddenly breathless, suddenly shy, and Maggie is somehow both gentleand firm as she shows Kara with a splayed hand on her stomach, how to brace herabs, with gently tapping fingers on her shoulder, prompting her to relax it.

“Good, Little Danvers. Now when you punch, try not to sendmy bag through the wall, okay?”

Kara grins and pulls her punches, and Maggie surveys herwith sharp eyes.

“You seemed pretty in danger of putting it through the wall yourself,Maggie.”

She catches the question in Kara’s voice, and she grunts andshifts Kara by the hips to the side so she can go at the bag again.

“It’s nothing, it’s whatever. Just a workout.”

“I heard you already had an exhausting one this morning.”There’s no judgment in Kara’s voice, just concern, but Maggie launches a roughroundhouse kick at the bag anyway.

“Our line of work, you can’t train too hard.”

“Actually, you – ”

“I’m fine, Kara. What did you need, anyway?”

Kara slips her phone out of her pocket and texts Alex asMaggie launches a new assault on the bag.

“Winn and I are in the mood for pool, and we wondered if youwanted to come.”

“No phone?” Maggie asks without looking at her, and Kara’sheart threatens to break, because she knows her sister’s girlfriend isbreaking, but she doesn’t know why.

And her worst nightmare – both of their worst nightmares,she imagines – is not knowing how to help.

“You weren’t answering.” Kara finally reaches over and turnsdown the music, because her own senses are starting to overload. Maggie opensher mouth to object, but glances at Kara’s face and nods immediately, silently,like she understands without needing an explanation. Because she does.

Kara finds herself hoping that her sister marries thiswoman.

Maggie keeps her gaze on Kara’s face and her eyes softensomewhat. She stills for the first time since Kara flew in and rips off hergloves with a sigh.

“You ever just… for no reason, everything feels like theworld’s ending? Except it’s not actually?”

Kara nods softly, slowly. “This one of those days?”

Maggie just stares at her face for a long moment, like she’sevaluating how much she wants to risk, and before she can decide, Alex’s keyscrapes the lock.

One look at Maggie’s somehow both guarded and open face, thesweat pouring down her body, the slow swiveling of the heavy bag, and theconcern in Kara’s eyes tells her everything she needs to know.

“Oh sweetie. I got this.” She strides over to Kara,squeezing her hands and kissing her cheek gratefully. “You wanna go get us sometakeout?”

“I’ll go to that organic place in Austin, okay?” she tellsMaggie, who fights tears and shakes her head, struck silent by the way theDanvers girls just… want to care for her. For some reason she can’t fathom.

“You don’t have to, Little – ”

But Kara’s already kissed her cheek, smiled softly at hersister, and flown back out the window.

Silence rises in her wake, and Maggie goes to put her glovesback on.

“Whoa whoa, okay,” Alex reaches out with gentle hands tostop her. “You don’t have to talk, babe, but you need to be gentler with yourbody, okay? Can you do that for me?”

Maggie stares at the ground and Alex kisses her forehead.

Maggie backs up.

“I’m all sweaty and gross.”

“Sweaty, yes. Gross? No. Never.”

Maggie sighs and Alex waits until she knows Maggie’s readyfor a tiny push.

“One of those days?”

Maggie nods, humiliation written everywhere on her body, andAlex’s heart shatters.

“Well, Kara will be back in a little under an hour. You knowwhat that gives us enough time for?”

“I’m not really up for sex, Danvers.”

Alex pffts. “No! Here, you shower. It’ll help. I’ll warm thetowels for you. And I’ll have a surprise waiting when you come out, okay?”

Maggie sighs skeptically, exhaustedly.

“Do you trust me, babe?”

Maggie nods, because if she’s not beating the life out ofsomething, it’s about all she can do.

“Good. So go. Shower.”

She does. She does and she hates every moment of it, especiallythe parts that make her feel somewhat, somehow, better.

But her throat unsticks and when she steps out of thebathroom in the tank and boxers Alex had slipped in and left for her, shespeaks, because she panics.

Because her studio isn’t all that big, yet she can’t seeAlex.

Alex, who told her to trust her. And yet she couldn’t seeher anywhere.

“Alex.”

“Down here, babe!”

Alex’s voice is muffled and the smile in it, the barelyrestrained, bursting enthusiasm, is so clear that Maggie’s lips start tiltingupward of their own accord.

“Danvers, what – “

Because as she rounds the couch, she finds Alex buried in afort made, it seems, of every single pillow and blanket Maggie owns.

“It’s the Bad Day Tunnel. Or hole. Or fort. Or burrow. I can’tdecide what it should be called. Kara would always call it the Fortress ofSistertude, but I very much don’t want you to be my sister, so I figure weshould come up with something else.”

In spite of herself, Maggie plops down in the fort next toAlex, who tosses a blanket over her shoulders and lets her lean into her body.

“What does one do in the Bad Day… thing?” she asks in amonotone, because she’s scared that if she allows any emotion into her voice –like the overwhelming feeling of being cared for, being heard, being seen, thatAlex is giving her so perfectly – she’ll break.

“One has a bad day. It’s where you go when you’re extra sad.You can do anything you want in the fort. Drink scotch – don’t worry, thescotch is for you, I brought myself root beer – ” And sure enough, there arebottles and glasses in the center of the fort – “and when Kara gets back, eatfood. There can be music and there can be crying and there can be yelling andthere can be cuddling, and I brought tissues and your favorite stuffed animalsand your phone in case you want to just zone out and scroll through Instagramor something.”

“So basically you made me a depression tent. Where I can bedepressed and it’s okay.”

Alex’s eyes fly wide, thinking that Maggie hates it.Thinking that she’s messed up, thinking that she’s hurt her more, offended her,been insensitive to her, not heard her.

“Yes?” Her voice is small and her voice is terrified, butthen Maggie’s soft lips are on hers, and it’s one of the softest kisses they’veever shared, because Maggie has the energy to beat a heavy bag senseless butshe doesn’t have the energy to sustain a passionate kiss, so Alex lets it staysoft, stay gentle, stay tender, stay perfect.

“I love you, Alex,” Maggie whispers into her lips, and Alex swearsshe won’t cry.

“I love you too, Maggie. However you feel, whenever you feelit.”

They’re both asleep in the depression tent when Kara returnswith three heaping bags of takeout, and she smiles and sets the bags down andcrawls into the fort, the tent, the safety, with her sister and her futuresister-in-law. Alex feels Kara’s warmth and hums happily, shifting in her sleepso Kara can slip onto Maggie’s other side and help Alex hold her safe, hold hersteady, hold her loved.

#sanvers #sanvers minific #sanvers hurt/comfort #kara x maggie #supergirl fic

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