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thatdeadaquarius · 1 year ago

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Genshin Impact Sagau/Isekai:

You still have acces to characters! ...by possessing them. 👻

PART 2 (you're here!) / Part 1

All art by me! :] leave me a iced coffee?? :0

HEY!! REALLY QUICK PLEASE READ!

STOP tagging my posts as "Yandere Sagau", "Sagau Cult AU", "Sagau Imposter AU" or other related dark content tags.

I'm sick of seeing reblogs that tag my work as dark content, when I'm specifically trying to LIGHTEN UP THE SAGAU TAG 😭😭??

Please be more respectful of this. Actually read the work before you just tag it incorrectly. Tags do matter.

/nm /gen

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Sun: Gender Neutral Reader (they/them)

Planet: Misc. Genshin AUs

Orbit: Headcanons, Scenarios

Stars: Tighnari ft. Cyno, Alhaitham, Collei

Comets & Meteors:

Content Warnings: Mild violence (bandit attacks/non-graphic), Reader/you possess people non-consent (mild/consent given eventually)

& Trigger Warnings: Reader/"you" possess people non-consenually for short times, but given consent eventually.

(pls comment if any more!)

Edit 9/7/23: 1,000+ NOTES?? WHO WHAT WHEN WHERE WHY- THANK YOU???

Edit 12/24/23 + 4/5/24:

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My goofy ass forgot to put this here .-.

Anyway this is a full length fanfic now ;)

…mistakes were made.

bad decisions were had, and okay, mayyybbbeee you could’ve taken more precautions against people finding out you were “real”.

afterall, you did see the Eremites reaction, even if it was only two guys (one from each camp) that you possessed :/

word spreads quickly amongst the Eremites groups, you guess, bc next thing you knew, after you’d moved closer to floating around Gandharva Ville,

they’d called that entire bit of forest haunted.

BUT IN YOUR DEFENSE-!! how were you supposed to know they’d blab to the whole camp they didn’t remember the past 20 minutes after you unpossessed them?? and immediately be on guard and jump to possession?? (Irminsul works hard but eremites/sumeru people work harder u guess)

And by the time you were happily patrolling with Collei, the forest rangers were just so chill you didn’t really expect anybody would think a ghost was possessing them (or whatever you were now… maybe,, just code?? it’s unclear)

so when u start to see Tighnari squint at people who’ve technically just “woken up” after you possessed them, mumbling under his breath more and more as a file he carries around gets thicker and thicker-

you start to think,,, maybe.

okay, mayyybbbeee,

you’ve fucked up.

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You really can’t help it, first it was making sure Collei got back safely from patrols (she’s ur skrunkly okay, you can’t help it, you’re still aware she’s capable but- the urge to skrunkle overpowers you- )

but then-!! You managed to spot Cyno! :D its ur boy!! ur little meow meow, who can throw people over his shoulder!! He really doesn’t need you, hovering around, but eh ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

what could it hurt! …it’s not like he can see, hear, or feel you anyway…

(unless u possess some animal/machine he thinks is friendly, which. sumeru is not exactly known for cuddly creatures. you don’t feel like experiencing death when possessing stuff just yet-)

imagine ur panic and shock as the General Mahamatra takes on a camp of criminals on the run, only for one of the old ruin machines (the ones that are just LEG and DEATH)

to hear the ruckus and come stomping around a thick patch of trees, it launched missiles!! You can’t warn Cyno, he can’t hear you!! No one can!!! The criminals are unconscious, there’s no other wildlife nearby they all ran off!!! FUCK-

You look at him and try to imagine his perspective as vividly as you can, he’s looking over the criminals, but now he’s turning, so people passed out and the tree-line got it-

Congratulations! You’ve possessed Cyno. 💀

It completely disorients you for a second, but then the panic of dodging the missiles comes back in time for you to make his body dive and roll off to the side, for as long as you can manage a roll too since you remember that’s the best way to dodge missiles in the game

…which works really well! bc he’s so fit and agile tbh

It was weird to finally run again after so long (two months now in teyvat?? wow)

with your feet suddenly in sandals, and feeling the breeze chilling your bare chest (Cyno’s chest??)

yeah its a shock considering most of the ppl you’ve possessed lately have been fully clothed rangers lol

you quickly imagine your ghostly form again, and just like that you’re drifting out of Cyno in ur “ghosty” form, having floated out and away from his back

Poor guy looks so fucking confused, and immediately is wielding his spear again, and is about to get out the crouch you put him in behind the dilapidated stone wall (dammit he better not waste ur efforts to keep him alive-)

until missiles slam and explode against it, he ducks back down (thank fuck) and Cyno just looks around one last time before hopping the wall and running to fight the thing

you notice that when the electro user goes to use his powers, they seem stronger than they were in his fight with the goons??

Maybe he was just going easier on them, since they are only human?

…so why does even Cyno look surprised when he goes to make a simple swipe with his charged spear and a bolt of lightning cracks out from his spear instead…?

…weird.

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Tighnari knows you’re here.

You figure he must have collected the reports of people “blacking out” or “sleep-walking” or whatever else and begun to suspect the worst.

…to be honest, you’re not sure what to do.

on one hand, it would be great to have someone know you actually exist, as yourself,

but on the other…

What would Tighnari think?

Of you possessing his rangers?? Temporarily taking ownership of someone without permission??? You’re afraid he’d think the worst of you…

tho u didn’t do so often, as u realized how messed up this could be, and u never did more than make them walk or talk normally for a few minutes before leaving them alone!

… afterall, you missed interacting with people. You were honestly a little worried abt going crazy, which is the only reason u were desperate enough to possess human people in the first place and continue doing so, just to talk to someone and have them look you in the face again like you really did exist as a person here-

(u thought u remember reading somewhere back on Earth that someone can only last 3 days of no other human contact until they start to lose it? but even if that’s not true, at the very least, u dont think talking one-sidedly to yourself all the time is healthy…)

so when Tighnari seems to get that file you’ve seen him adding onto, and gather up supplies, mentioning a day trip to Collei and the others to Sumeru City for some

“further research into these ‘blackouts’, and also contacting some of my colleagues who might know something…”

there’s no way you’re not going with him.

you feel increasingly anxious all day, and at one point when you were sure Tighnari was walled-in by books at the House of Daena, decide to go blow off the anxious energy by possessing an animal to get some food!

…you’re not really feeling comfortable enough to possess a living being into eating yet, that seems hella nonconsensual, and u kinda would be taking the joy of the meal from them tbh-

so u possess a cat!

a ginger cat, bc u like to think if u do anything weird, that ppl in Teyvat have the same type of cats back on Earth and excuse it as just:

“unhinged ginger cats being unhinged ginger cats yep makes sense” lol

you’d managed to be really cute (and wasn’t that weird, having to mimic animal behaviors like rubbing ur side against a person’s legs..)

and convince one of the cooks of Lambad’s Tavern to give u some leftovers, and been about to go off to try out sunbathing before the chore boy, little shit he is, tried to chase you off with a broom!! >:( the audacity!! you clearly have a little plate and everything!!

luckily, you’d finished eating, but still! Ouch!! those bristles fucking hurt-!!!

…you look and see a Sumeru-ified version of a skateboard, and u just know ur little cat face is just ✨v✨

and u steal the little shit’s skateboard as revenge! HAHA thats what you get animal abuser!!!

The kid’s yelling at you as you speedily skate away with ur little cat paws (LMAOO), but the cooks are calling him back in so he can’t pursue, (oh good u hear them get onto him for chasing u off)

and as u slow down to coast along the Sumeru streets,

you feel someone’s eyes staring you down.

You assume it’s just people being amused at a cat skateboarding, obv

but when you look just ahead of you to see a smiling Sumeru citizen or eremite-

Oh. It’s Alhaitham.

and he’s just… watching you.

he’s stopped reading whatever he’s got in his hand, and is slowlyyyy turning his head as you pass by…

You decide to just keep skating away. LMAO

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it’s already sunset by the you’re accompanying Tighnari back from Sumeru City, floating along behind him

and you’d been expecting a calm walk back, tbh you’d been feeling a little better bc the ranger hadn’t found much to identify you, yet, luckily-

but bc u can never catch a break:

Tighnari didn’t see the bandits dropping from the goddamn trees BEHIND HIM- and they had like claymores out- those were definitely gonna be killing blows-!!

so yeah.

You possessed Tighnari.

turns out ur pretty good at dodging bc this is second time now you’ve helped dive away for someone in an ambush, ur kinda proud of urself tbh💀

and as you make him take a few leaps back, ur ears twitch in the wind as you duck behind a tree, then float away and out of his body

The poor hybrid ranger visibly sways, then shakes his head out of it, and he flicks his ears in different directions, squinting into the woods, he’s pulled out his bow, so you’re at least reassured he’s aware there are enemies

Like Cyno last week, he too gives up and rolls for the next tree for cover and begins to shoot and take down the bandits

the rest of the week is kinda a blur after that, bc it’s mostly filled with Tighnari running in circles around the camp checking for blackouts, writing letters to Alhaitham and Cyno apparently, and you not possessing anybody out of paranoia :/

Most notably however,

you’ve unfortunately discovered one of the few drawbacks of ur possessions

(y’know, besides not existing essentially, what with no one being able to sense u outside of possessions)

apparently, if someone walks thru you, they accidentally force you to possess them 💀??

while it’d already happened once with a random ranger that you didnt notice was walking up behind you,

you didn’t want to test it again just yet bc it kinda made YOU nauseous and incredibly dizzy when this happened

(as in, u stumbled like a drunk after this poor ranger woman ran thru u, until you were so dizzy and the world spun sm u had to make her sit on the literal ground, luckily she just thought she was just really dehydrated when she came back into herself 😭)

so obviously, you’ve avoided crowds to keep this forced possession thingy from happening all the time

like at the Forest Rangers meetings or something, ur watching off to the side, instead of standing with them or beside them

so needless to say, after about a week and half since possessing Tighnari,

you definitely did not mean to possess Collei.

She’d been in her wheelchair today, the Eleazar flaring up and tiring her body out

so her wheels had been entirely silent when she rolled up to where you and Tighnari were leaning over some strange experiments of his- you were just trying to figure out what all these mirrors were for, didn’t he do plants more-?

you didn’t even know what the hell happened, you just felt that familiar dropping sensation, like a small drop on a rollarcoaster, blinked, and then suddenly you were sitting instead of standing/floating???

Oh god-

before you could even begin to process that Tighnari was in front of you instead of beside you, the world was shorter,

The fox-eared ranger yelled in triumph, grinning with sharp fangs and spinning around to look at you (Collei)-

“Ah-ha! It worked! Finally, I saw you! I saw you, I-?? Oh gods, Collei, NO-!”

And with quick reflexes, Tighnari’s summoned his bow, but he’s clearly confused on what to do about this situation, taking aim, but also holding the air glowing with dendro not as taunt as you’d seen him in the battle with the bandits

You scramble to raise your hands up, brown poofy sleeves rise to your command, light green hair you can feel on your shoulders, everything is familiar, but not-

“WAIT! I’m sorry!! This was an accident, I promise! I don’t intend to hurt Collei, or you!! Please, just, don’t shoot me, I think you’ll just hurt Collei instead…”

You talk him down and decide, that if he’s put this much effort into finding out about your existence, is an incredible leader and friend to everyone around him, and was able to accept the traveler and many other strange things that’ve (probably? maybe?) already happened in Sumeru (god fuck u dont even know where in the timeline you are)

that you can probably trust Tighnari with your existence, and your powers.

…He nearly passes out.

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Life has gotten a lot funnier, and happier, since you told Tighnari (and some of the more trustworthy rangers and Collei by proxy) about ur existence (or really, confirmed it)

He’d been wary at first, appropiately cautious and demanding answers, of which you were happy to give and explain yourself

luckily, after a whole lot of “hmm, I see, no, I think I’m understanding-” , finger on his chin and everything

he’s said it’s okay to hang around the rangers, so long as you don’t possess anyone anymore without them knowing about you/with permission (outside of emergency situations that is)

tho he did seem surprisingly understanding and accepting of you doing it before after you explained how u were just unbelievably lonely and were lowkey paranoid of going crazy-

The rangers seem to believe you’re some kind of god/spirit thing, as you had no explanation yourself as to what you were ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

Tighnari’s also given you the rule to help out around here if you’re going to “ghost-laze around”, as he puts it lol

you’ve redirected ruin machines/feral animals away from rangers many times by now, to the many thanks and gratefulness of the rangers

you’ve even managed to even figure out how to push Collei’s wheelchair around when she uses it!

mostly by possessing tree after tree and using vines, or occasionally a fungi that can fly so you can nudge her along

she has insisted that you possess a ruin guard and carry her just to try it… however, Tighnari overheard her talking to the forest rangers’ dog (you) and immediately knew shit was up and banned you from doing it (at least not yet)

While most rangers are okay with you possessing them for a few minutes (and they’ve developed this bandana wrapped around their upper arms policy of “red = no possess, green = go ahead”)

Collei is the most okay with it and for longer, so you “won’t be that lonely ever again!” :’)

Tighnari is busy with stuff, so you can’t possess him as often, but the ranger has developed a theory that the more you possess someone, the more they can sense your feelings during possession/while floating around in ghost form too,

so he’ll occasionally feel you in the room with him, and start talking out loud in some one-sided convo to make you feel more included to make up for not being able to interact with him sometimes :)

(after taking you off his list of worries he’s still pretty swamped, not that he’ll tell you that, as he’s still not quite sure why he’s so, warm and safe feeling when you’re around, so willing to trust you so naturally, that it makes him want to at leats pretend to be worried abt a possessing ghost god/thing hanging out with the rangers now)

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basically everything is great!

the rangers are okay with you, they got a system to interact with you consensually, Tighnari and Collei are fond of you, you get to finally have something to do instead of floating around all the time (joining ranger missions)

and look!! they’ve even been kind enough to build you a little shrine or altar of sorts! Notes about Sumeru life, recipes for you to try, occasionally some books for you to read, and even some snacks/desserts for you to try out the next time someone possesses you and gives consent! (you leave them a little note stuck on their hand with your question for specific actions like that, if there isn’t another ranger there to ask for you when you unpossess them)

and everything is so cool, and everyone is so sweet and accepting

…Until Alhaitham shows up in Gandharva Ville, knocking on Tighnari’s door.

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AHHHH idk if this is any good! sorry it took so long, it was mostly the art 😭😭

anyway its not the best (the writing or the art) but i hope it’s at least some content to look at and be entertained for a minute!

also figured it was a good day to post what with the attack on our beloved Ao3 (tho i think it’s back up now?)

anyway, feel free to leave critiques on this one! (which I’ll probably turn this into a real fic one day soon, but not sure what to do with the plot/do a diff setup than this or what)

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sorry abt the radio silence! I just needed to close my mailbox bc i had a lot of stuff to answer, ur welcome to send submissions to chat/non-requests!

and also this took time to make (once again, mostly the art, bc thats how it always is with art isnt it 😭)

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Safe Travels Stranger,

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mockerycrow · 1 year ago

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HELLO the biggest congrats on 4k, you absolutely deserve that and so many more!!!

Could I see a female!reader x Ghost with the prompt:“I had a nightmare . . . can I stay with you tonight?”

TY and yet again, congratulations 🤍🤍🤍

REASSURANCE (Ghost x Fem!Reader) — 4K CELEBRATION

authors note; thank you so much anon <3 i hope you enjoy!

[WARNINGS; not proofread (like most of my fics), silent panic attack + light dissociation, implied you’ve never seen his face, hurt/comfort.]

You know Ghost has nightmares—everyone knows Ghost has nightmares. No one really wants to talk about it because he doesn’t, but everyone has seen the man up at ungodly hours of the night, or perhaps beating the absolute shit out of a punching bag at the on-base gym.

No one except for Price knows what Ghost’s been through, but no one really questions him. It’s unrealistic to think Ghost is the only one waking up due to their dreams—even Price does on the occasion. What Ghost doesn’t do is ask for help.

You had a weird gut feeling about tonight; you weren’t really restless, but you weren’t tired. Every time you laid down to try to get some sleep, your eyelids would slowly open back up. You tried multiple methods; white noise, thinking about nothing, thinking about a story, taking a sleep remedy—nothing.

You had a weird tightness in your stomach that you couldn’t shake. It’s no big deal, you’ve had several nights like this. Nights where you stay up, half expecting something to happen. You aren’t sure if its the military-esque anxiety flaring up, expecting an attack of some sort or if it’s just one of those nights.

You’re laying in bed, trying to think of what you have to do tomorrow. Might as well try to think of something useful, right? Let’s see, you have to do morning training and then you have to eat, brief with price, it’s your turn to help the armourer—the weapons master, you like to say to piss them off—and you also have to do paperwork.

A very tame evening, you think, avoiding the Q word everyone oh so desperately hates; including yourself. Because the second you say it, you’re going to be called by Laswell, or General Shepherd, or some other CIA federal agent bureaucrat about some fucking thing that’s happening in the god forsaken world that only, and only task force 141 can handle—

—Someone knocks on your door, breaking your disorganized thoughts. Your eyebrows furrow; no one should be up, maybe Price is, or Ghost. Did you forget some paperwork? You sit up, slip your slides on your feet, and you walk to the door. You unlock the door and open it, wincing from the bright light of the hallway pouring in, and you’re met with the large figure of Ghost.

You blink, unsurprised. “Hey.” You utter. “Did I wake you?” God, Ghost sounds rough. It sounds like he garbled glass—er, maybe that isn’t the nicest way to describe one of your superiors voices right now. It’s clear he just woke up. You shake your head in response, stepping aside. “Here, come in. It’s bright.”

Ghost silently obeys, stepping inside of your room. You close the door and head over to your desk. You feel around in the darkness until you feel your lamp and you click a button, turning it on, illuminating the room just enough for you to see Ghost. He’s wearing a pair of dark grey sweatpants with one of his black, long-sleeve compression tops to go with it.

He’s wearing a basic black balaclava without the iconic skull, but.. His eyes are different. Distant and weary, cautious—panicked almost. Your eyebrows furrow together as his broad shoulders are tense, fists clenched.

“Ghost..” You call softly. He seems far away—he needs your help. “Ghost.” You say more insistently and louder, noticing the way his chest is barely moving. “Ghost, hey, can y’hear me? You need to take a breath..” You murmur, slowly approaching him.

He’s frozen but you see how his eyes flicker towards you, taking a moment realize where he is. You offer a soft smile you always show him and you nod. “There you are, big guy. Can I touch you?” You make sure to ask because you never know; a soldier during a flashback, touching them? That can be fatal—you trust Ghost as you don’t think he would ever hurt you, but you never know a person.

It takes him a moment to nod, which makes you promptly and gently grab his wrists. You gently guide him to your bed, and you sit him down. You’re nervous—you’re about to calm him down in one of the only ways you know how to, but you’re worried about the consequences you’ll receive afterwards. Oh well, you don’t care, not when Ghost’s eyes are as unfocused as they are.

The bed dips under his weight and you gently spread his legs, standing between them. You grab his arms; they’re deadweight, but his eyes flicker some recognition, allowing you to guide his arms around your waist. You guide his head to lay against your stomach, your hands cradling his masked jaw and the back of his neck.

Ghost takes in a harsh, shuddery breath which makes you hum in approval. “There you go, Ghost. Breathe, you’re alright.” You say in a mellow manner, your thumb brushing over his masked cheek. Ghost takes in another harsh breath as his arms tighten around you. You continue to try to ground him, talking and praising him for his efforts to stay calm. You know he isn’t in the right mind, but you’re still shocked he’s allowed you to touch him for as long as you have.

Something in your gut unravels as Ghost pulls his head away ever so slightly, ripping his mask off and throws it away like it was constricting his breathing. He buries the side of his face back into your stomach, taking you by surprise. Your met with his blonde hair in the low light, your heart stuttering.

You hesitate only for a moment before you bury a hand in his hair on the back of his head, your other hand returning to his jaw, your heart hammering as you note he has stubble as well as something on his skin, like deep scar tissue.

Ghost lets out a noise which you quickly hum in response. “It’s okay, let it out.. Won’t tell anyone about this, okay?” You assure him, causing another noise to escape him, almost like a laugh. “Kinda hard t’do that when a pretty girl is comfortin’ you.” He croaks, his voice broken—both his voice and sentence making your brain short circuit. You laugh in return, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. “Shush,” You murmur. “Just relax.”

Ghost nods against your stomach, shakily exhaling. You stay like that for a while; neither of you are sure for how long, and neither of you care. You’re enjoying the rare vulnerability Ghost is displaying, and he’s enjoying the grounding touch you’re currently providing him. The silence is comforting as you comb your fingers through his hair, and you enjoy the weight of his head and his arms.

“I had a nightmare…” Ghost utters. You hold your breath as he looks up at you, and oh god, he’s hot. “..Can I stay with you tonight?” You’re mesmerized by the way his nose is curved—clearly has been broken a couple of times and wasn’t reset right—by the way his eyebrows are furrowed, his big, beautiful brown eyes.. You nearly forget to respond. “Yes,” You push out, resisting the urge to reach up and rub the tension between his brows. “Always.”

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mionemymind · 6 months ago

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Chapter 3: Choosing for You

My Rival Series

Series Summary: The time where Y/n Y/l/n and Wanda Maximoff were academic rivals that fell for each other.

Chapter Summary: The competition is here. Who will be the winner?

A/n: This was a long chapter, honestly might rewrite it, but here it is with all its mistakes and glories. And I'm sorry if you've asked to be tagged and wasn't included in this post, I'm posting this from work because I promised to give y'all something. (Gif credits to @elizabetholsens)

Warnings: Rivals to Lovers, Obvious Feelings, Stubborn Reader, Cursing, Alcohol, Mentions of Puking, Memory Loss, Panic Attack

Word Count: 7.2k

Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 |

Fall Semester - Freshman Year

“Why does winning matter so much to you?” Winning hardly had rewards in life. Sure, there was sometimes money involved on the line but other than financial gain, winning was mainly there to feed the ego. For Natasha, she never viewed Y/n as someone that cared about being number one in life. Based on the few phone calls she overheard, the university felt like a getaway from troubles at home. So why did Y/n even want to win?

The brown eyed girl sat in confusion. Her pencil was still as she wracked her brain for an answer. By all means, winning is fun. Back in high school, Y/n would naturally win things that being number one felt like home at that point. But having moved on from that mentality, winning wasn’t quite the same in Evergreen University. Well, it’s not like she had a chance to feel it when Wanda Maximoff was around.

“If I’m being honest…I don’t think I’ve ever worked for a win in my life before.” The two locked eyes as Y/n softly confessed what was long on her mind. She placed her pencil down and gave Natasha her undivided attention. “Studying has never been my thing before up until now. Don’t get me wrong, I quite hate it, but it feels different now. Like if I just beat her once, then that high will be like nothing ever before.”

“Does she really challenge you that much?” The question sunk into Y/n’s brain and into her deeper subconscious. She sat quietly, overthinking her answer.

“I think…she’s the only one that ever challenged me at all.”

Competition Day - Spring Semester - Junior Year

‘Why does winning feel so wrong?’ Y/n looked in the mirror, splashing small bits of water on her face to help wake herself up. Rolling her neck, she could feel how stiff her bones were from last night. Unfortunately, the bus was no help at all, only providing mild comfort on their four hour journey.

Stepping out the bathroom, Y/n wore the tightly pressed and cleaned uniform as Wanda started her speech for the group. “I want to thank you all for joining us today at this competition. For some of you, this is your first time ever attending the conference while for others, you are returning. Regardless, you’ve all earned your spots on this team, so congratulate yourself for that.”

A couple of applauses were heard as Wanda smiled at the team. She briefly glanced to Y/n who was sitting all the way at the back of the bus. “I know that this bus is carrying some of the brightest minds that Evergreen University has to offer. Without a doubt in my mind, I know we can win this competition.”

Y/n looked away to the view of the hotel where the conference took place. The turmoil in her gut was hard to ignore as she focused on other things besides Wanda’s eyes. ‘Winning is a must. If I want to come back to her here, then I need to win.’

“However, winning is not always the priority. Overall, I’ve been more than happy to see everyone grow into their strengths and even improve your weaknesses. Your efforts have been highly noted by both of your captains.” Y/n looked back at Wanda, her stare as confident as ever.

“We want to thank you all for all the nights, practices, and energy you’ve committed to be in this competition.” Wanda looked over as the bus entered the garage of the hotel. “Okay, everyone come in for a quick send off.”

Everyone gathered into a huddle, placing their hands in the middle. “On three - one - two - three - Evergreen! Fight! Fight! Fight!” Their hands lifted into the air as Wanda looked at Y/n with a determined smile.

‘I’m going to win.’ The brunette thought as she stared into those brown eyes, but little did she know the costs of this win.

The hotel was massive. It was honestly a surprise at how many schools can fit into one place. Some had to fly in, having been more than five hours away. The group followed Wanda to the selected tables meant for Evergreen University.

“Break into your groups, Y/n and I will be investigating the brackets to see who we will be versing first. We have about an hour before round one is officially called. If you need to change or use the bathroom, this is definitely the time to do so. If you have any questions or concerns, please let Y/n and/or I know immediately.”

Doing as told, the members immediately broke into their four person group and discussed strategies for round one. When no one came up to ask any questions, the pair walked off out of the conference room, and into the large hall that had many posters hung up with all the different brackets.

There was a small but comfortable silence as Wanda walked slightly ahead from Y/n, focusing on finding out who they were versing first. While Y/n was also thinking of the competition, she wondered if they were ever going to talk about last night.

Walking up to the first bracket they could find, Wanda took a picture of it and sent it to the math club group chat for everyone to see. “Princewell University, Maroon State College, and Gale College, not a bad start. Looks like we’re going to easily make it into the second round.”

Since Y/n was unable to sleep last night, she made use of her time by looking over the bracket. Going over the many possibilities, there was still a high chance of her group making it to the top five. Round one was thankfully full of easy opponents having judged their previous matches with other schools.

“I agree. Looks like our main trouble is with Harford University. But they’re all the way at the otherside. I’m hoping Legacy College takes care of them so we don’t have to,” Wanda comments. She turned to face Y/n, taking a good look at her clean uniform and brushed hair.

“I need you to be on your A-game today.” Unsure of where Wanda’s seriousness was coming from, Y/n nodded in understanding. “If you can give me that, I’ll overlook this morning.”

Puzzled by her statement, Y/n asked, “What are you talking about?” Wanda crossed her arms, trying her best to be level headed at the moment.

“You wreaked alcohol. Last night was a supposed to be a get together, not an opportunity to get drunk.” The judgment coming from Wanda’s tone felt like a slap in the face as Y/n took one step back.

“Are you kidding me? I took one drink. I wasn’t the one that was drunk last night. Are you seriously remembering the same night as me?” The small moment with Wanda was all that Y/n replayed in that moment.

‘Apologize and I’ll forgive you for everything - apologize and I’ll let go of this whole feud.’ Whether Y/n was going to loudly admit it or not, the small ounce that she saw of Wanda’s true personality changed her view of the brunette. Even if the conversation was small, even if Wanda didn’t hear her response, even if it was a drunk confession, Y/n was going to cling to it.

Wanda was always the girl that was number one but in that small moment, Wanda was just a girl who wanted to win for the sake of not disappointing her father. Because God, how could someone ever be disappointed in Wanda Maximoff? And how could they not see just how amazing she was?

But as Wanda rolled her eyes, and hardened her stare, Y/n knew none of that moment mattered to Wanda, not when her green eyes still showed some form of hatred. “I remember last night clearly. Everyone in the group arrived and managed to say check in with me. You were the only one in the group that I didn’t even get to see. Once it was late, I went back to my dorm and slept. But it’s obvious why you avoided me - you were too busy drinking rather than focusing on the competition.”

“That’s not-”

“I don’t want to hear your explanation. Your team deserves a good leader and if you can’t provide that, I’ll make sure that math club will be looking for a replacement captain next semester.” The pounding in Wanda’s head was hard to ignore as she walked away from Y/n, not even bothering to hear her side.

‘Focus. Everything will be alright if you just focus.’ The ringing in Y/n’s ears was louder than the judge in front of her. The question left his lips almost slipped past the girl but thankfully her teammate, Luke, was paying attention, easily answering the question.

“Another point for Evergreen University, which solidifies their victory for this match!” Cheers erupted from the crowd as each group got up, giving the other members handshakes for the great match.

‘I can’t fucking focus.’ Y/n wore a fake smile as she congratulated the other captain on the team, quickly walking off the stage. Ever since her interaction with Wanda, her nervousness and anxiety came back in full throttle. Her mind went from completely tired to panic. And while her drive to win increased, it came with overthinking as well.

“That was a great match everyone! I’m so proud of you all for being so great for these four rounds that I haven’t had to worry one bit.” Well Y/n did worry, just not for her team’s sake. “I’m going to go ahead and let the staff know about our victory. In the meantime, go ahead and relax at our table. After the fifth round, let me know if y’all want snacks. I can go ahead and purchase them for everyone.”

“Thank you Y/n. We appreciate it!” Luke stated, he was a returning member of the competition, one that Y/n knew well. Letting the group walk away, Y/n finally brought her guard down as she walked out of the conference room and to the direction of the staff booth.

‘I can’t believe I fucking froze.’ Y/n knew the question was for her, yet she had to rely on her team member for something she could’ve easily answered. Wiping her frustrations off her face, Y/n tried to compose herself before she approached the staff.

“School, team, and placement?” The lady wore rectangle shaped glasses. She offered Y/n a kind smile, ready to write the results.

“Evergreen University, team two, and we won our match.” Y/n peeped her name tag, Laura, as she wrote down the results.

“Looks like you’ll be versing Apollo College next in conference room seven.” Laura handed Y/n a slip of paper with the information before calling next.

Shoving the paper in her pocket, Y/n walked past several conference rooms, their doors open for anyone to watch their matches. None of them interested her, but her voice certainly did. Stopping at the entrance of the doors, Y/n watched Wanda flawlessly answer the question.

The bright light focusing on her group amplified her natural beauty. Y/n could pick up on every single detail, something she already knew like the back of her hand. Her jaw clenched as she noticed Wanda's smile, the same type of smile she had when she got hundreds on tests.

The anger inside Y/n manifested once more. She could legitimately feel herself start to boil the more she stared at Wanda. It was dangerously coming close to the anger she felt when she lashed out at Natasha that one night.

Clenching her fists, Y/n walked away from the match, unable to stand Wanda any further with thoughts of winning in her mind.

‘You’re making mistakes.’ Wanda stood in the crowd with her arms crossed. The displeased look on her face was hard to miss as she witnessed Y/n make her third mistake of the match, causing another precious point to be missed. Her brain rushed through many thoughts of disappointment towards the girl she used to hold to a high regard.

‘This isn’t like her.’ But the frown on Wanda’s face deepened, did she really know Y/n at all? Yes, she can admit that Y/n was smart. Smarter than a lot of people at their university. But other than that obvious characteristic, Y/n was admittedly someone she only knew at surface level. They’ve hardly spoken outside classes or math club. Essentially, she was just a stranger that was smart.

Shaking away the sadness that was snaking through her, Wanda watched as Y/n sat back in her seat.

The shame that Y/n carried on her shoulders felt massive along with the anxiety that continued to paralyze her more and more. The brown eyed girl was certain of her answer, so when the judge loudly announced that she gotten it wrong, embarrassment flooded her senses knowing that Wanda was in the crowd, silently judging her every move.

It all came down to the final question of the match. Whoever answers correctly will have to verse Wanda’s team. Luke, once again, got up, ready to answer the question. All eyes were on him besides Wanda and Y/n.

As the two finally locked eyes, Y/n couldn’t help but drown further in Wanda’s rage. ‘Forget everything I ever said - I do fucking hate you, Wanda Maximoff. And I hope you never forget that.’

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“We need to talk.” Celebrations for Evergreen University were deaf to Wanda’s ears as she held Y/n’s wrist. Quickly, she led them out the crowd and through the near empty hallway outside the conference room. Dropping her wrist, Wanda stood there fuming with anger.

“What was that?” Y/n didn’t want to speak, unsure of what would be the ‘correct’ choice of words for the brunette. And by the looks of it, nothing was going to satisfy her. Choosing to be silent anger Wanda ever further.

“This isn’t the time to be childish - you’re making mistakes and if it wasn’t for your team, you wouldn’t have had this spot in the finals.” Y/n clenched her jaw as she bit her tongue. Sure she made mistakes, but it hurt Y/n to realize that Wanda didn’t even care for the ways she did contribute to the team.

Mistakes were permanent for the girl that was always perfect. That was something Y/n realized now more than ever.

“Can you not let go of three mistakes, Captain?” Y/n continued to stare off at the other side of the hallway, refusing to make eye contact with Wanda. Her words sneered off her mouth, feeling disgusted at the way Wanda ridiculed her every move.

“Un-fucking-believable. Dean Holloway was right.” At the mention of the Dean, Y/n’s blood ran cold. Her eyes locked with Wanda’s, as the brunette stood there. “You take everything as some type of joke. And to think I stood up for you.”

Y/n’s mind scrambled on what possibly happened between Dean Holloway and Wanda. ‘Does she know about my scholarship?’

But why on Earth would Wanda assume such things if she knew about her scholarship? Pressing for more information, Y/n asked, “What did he say?”

Wanda rolled her eyes. ‘Of course that’s what she would focus on rather than her own mistakes.’ Looking at the time, there were twenty minutes left before the final. The brunette should have been using this time to help practice with her team, yet here she was arguing with Y/n.

“Last week,” Wanda sighed. This all felt pointless to admit but she felt that Y/n needed to know. Maybe this could be what straightened up her act. “Dean Holloway asked me to reconsider your place in this competition.”

“What?” Y/n took a step back at the confession, feeling more hopeless at how rigged everything was. ‘How could he do this to me?”

“I told him that I could trust you - that you were the only person besides me adequate enough to lead the math club. Somehow, he managed to let me know that you were slipping in classes. No longer being at the top.” Wanda looked at Y/n. She focused on all the minor details of the face that haunted her mind. But upon seeing how hurt those brown eyes looked, Wanda couldn’t help but falter slightly.

“I wanted to believe that it was all wrong, but now…” Y/n silently pleaded as her mind went into overdrive. Couldn’t Wanda see how innocent she was? How she had been studying day and night for weeks just to make it another year at Evergreen? Couldn’t she see that this was all for her?

“I think we should go back to our groups. We need to prepare for the final. But Y/l/n…after this competition, we might have to reconsider your place as captain for math club.”

How cruel the world must be for the universe to deal Y/n such a bad draw? And how awful it must feel to know that Wanda was the one that delivered the final blow?

‘I have to win for me.’ Water dripped down Y/n’s face as she stared at herself in the mirror. There was five minutes left before she was expected to take the stage. Currently, Y/n was in the bathroom, hoping to subside the panic attack that was itching to come out.

‘Even if the school doesn’t want me, even if Wanda doesn’t want me, I want this more than anyone.’ Gripping the counter for stability, Y/n slowed her breathing down, hoping it would be enough. She wasn’t going to let the world decide her fate even if it had cheated her of a fair opportunity.

“Welcome everyone for the final match for the annual math club state competition. I’m thrilled to announce that this year’s top two teams both come from Evergreen University!” Applause rumbled throughout the large conference room as the rest of the school's watch in anticipation.

Wanda sat in her seat, overthinking her conversation with Y/n earlier. ‘Did I go overboard?’ Sneaking a glance at Y/n, it was hard to get a read of what the brown eyed girl was thinking. ‘Whatever, she needed to know.’

Pushing her thoughts to the back, the brunette focused back on the competition. It was finally her turn to go up as well as Y/n’s.

“Please find the inverse of the following equation.” Like a switch, everything in Wanda’s mind grew silent as she focused on the question on the screen. In seconds flat, she hit the buzzer to submit her answer.

“And the correct answer choice was…C, point goes to team # 1.” This was Wanda’s element - this was her reason for being. Glancing at Y/n, Wanda knew her purpose. She was number one and god forbid anyone that stood in her way.

The competition went by like a blur. In the first quarter of questions, Wanda’s team led with a gap of seven points. However, after a couple small mistakes by her team members, Y/n’s team was able to catch up and shorten the gap.

Right now, there are only five questions left. The score remained tied as Y/n tried her best to remain perfect. If things were to continue the way they were, the last question would determine the winner.

Before she knew it, it was finally her turn. Standing up to take the podium, Y/n glanced at Wanda accidentally locking eyes. ‘I will be the one to defeat you, Maximoff. I will make sure of it.’

Fall Semester - Freshman Year

“I’ve never seen you study so much before. It’s kinda freaky.” The two roommates sat around the small circular table in the middle of the room, enjoying a couple of drinks and snacks. Natasha begged for Y/n to stop for at least a small break, having missed talking to her roommate.

“Trust me, I hate it just as much as you do.” Y/n stretched her legs at her sat position. Rolling her neck around, a couple of pops and clicks could be heard.

“Why do it? Your grades are fine the way they are.” Y/n looked back at the pile of books on her desk. She never really recalled studying this much before during her high school days. Heck, she’s been able to get by this whole time just by how naturally smart she was. So when she looked back at Natasha, there was this ‘ya know’ look in Y/n’s eyes. “Does it have to do with Wanda?”

Y/n smiled at the mention of the brunette. It was odd at how many classes they were in together even though their majors were entirely different. There was something about Wanda that caught Y/n’s eye. She didn’t quite know what it was and didn’t quite want to delve too much into it.

“And if it does?” Y/n sipped on her drink, a smirk on her face as she avoided Natasha’s question. The red head shook her head, grabbing a chip.

“Well - you speak of her like she’s a God.” Eating a couple more, Natasha watched as the glimmer in Y/n’s eye brightened every time the brunette was brought up. Like the simple mention of Wanda could make Y/n smile instantly.

“Wrong, Wanda’s not a God. Gods make mistakes,” getting closer to Natasha’s face, the red head could smell the faint of alcohol on Y/n’s lips, “and Wanda Maximoff does not make mistakes.”

Y/n leaned back, still drinking the rest of her drink as Natasha looked at her roommate with a puzzled look. “Whatever you say. Just try not to make this a habit now.”

Y/n shook her head, feeling optimistic that she’d beat Wanda soon enough. Probably in the same semester. “I won’t. Promise.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, for the first time in our state’s history the competition’s fate lied in the last question.” The crowd applauded for the accomplishment as the judges beamed in smiles towards Evergreen University. “.As your judges, we believe this calls for a special problem. We’ve rewritten the last question to make it a more challenging problem.”

“With one point in the lead, if Wanda answers the question correctly, her team will solidify the win. If Y/n answers the question correctly, this competition will proceed to overtime.”

Y/n and Wanda stood at their podiums, anticipation both killing them. “Here is your question.”

As the screen showed off the problem, Y/n could feel herself standing tall as she looked over the problem. It was a multistep calculus problem that involved finding the inverse of a 3x3 matrix. Essentially, a problem that would require two pages of work just to find a solution. And by the looks of it, Wanda was already finished with the first quarter of the work.

Calming her breathing down, Y/n cleared the noise from her head. She looked back at the problem, digesting all of what it told. ‘This is just another problem, Y/n.’ Thinking lightly back to the days where math was just a fun activity to do, Y/n finally smiled, remembering the feeling where math naturally came to her.

Letting the feeling sink in, Y/n started to solve it. The crowd waited with whispers and talks of who was going to win. Many people in the crowd believed Wanda would secure another victory as she did in the past. Very few people cheered for Y/n, simply wanting to believe in the underdog.

A few minutes later, Y/n approached the final bits of her answer, immediately eyeing the answer choice on the screen. Her heart skipped a beat realizing that she could do this - that she could win.

Before she could reach out for the answer, Wanda had buzzed in first with her choice. Suddenly, everything inside Y/n shut down as she saw Wanda smile once again. It was that infamous smile that she grew so used to.

‘This can’t be it. This can’t be the end.’ Feeling herself lock up again, Y/n didn’t dare to look at the screen, hoping to save some of her dignity that was barely left.

Believing the world to be crashing in front of her, she failed to realize that Wanda had made a mistake. The screen glowed in bright red as her answer choice was incorrect. “Y/n, looks like the question is left to you. You haven’t locked in your answer, so what will it be?”

Y/n looked up, unable to digest that Wanda actually messed up. The Wanda Maximoff made a mistake. Fighting back the smile on her face, Y/n reached out for the correct answer choice, her finger tips grazing answer choice B.

The smug look on her face was hard to miss. Everyone on her team knew they would come home with the victory. Wanda’s team sighed in defeat knowing that Y/n would answer correctly.

So why did everything change when Y/n glanced at Wanda? Why did her heart hurt at the sight of Wanda spilling angry and frustrated tears? Why did her breathing stop? And why did all thoughts consume her?

Wanda never cried or at least in front of Y/n or anybody. She was always the strong and confident girl that knew every answer for every question. She walked like she was untouchable. So how did she mess up?

‘Please stop crying,’ she thought. Her heart constricted knowing she was the reason Wanda was crying. Yet every ounce of her brain yelled for her to press the damn answer, to finally prove to Wanda that she could be defeated, to finally get the win that she had been craving for since freshman year.

So why couldn’t she just fucking press it? Looking back at the crowd and at the answer written down on her paper, her free hand crumpled the sheet as her heart overtook what her mind pleaded.

Feeling like time stopped, Y/n held her breath when those green eyes locked with her. ‘I want to win…I want to stay…but at the cost of this…this isn’t a win.’

Beyond logic and reason, Y/n pressed her answer. Confetti blew in the air as the judge announced, “And the winner is team # 1 with Wanda Maximoff as their team captain. Congratulations to Evergreen University!”

Regardless of what Wanda had ever done, said, or thought, Y/n knew that today was all because the school wanted to so badly pin Wanda against her. But Y/n finally knew better. This will not be the day she wins. This will be the day she was finally okay to be second to Wanda.

Many cheers and laughter filled the bus as the group celebrated the Evergreen University win. Wanda had been smiling so hard since the award ceremony that her cheeks started to hurt.

As she looked over the trophy, her eyes couldn’t stop looking at the sleeping figure near the back of the bus. ‘I almost lost it,’ Wanda thought. It was unlike her to make a mistake and if she was being honest, she didn’t know what to blame.

As much as she wanted to overlook her work, she wanted to leave that mistake in the past and enjoy the win. But as she kept looking back to Y/n, who hadn’t said a word to her since the final match, Wanda couldn’t help but feel like something was wrong.

Regardless, the drive back to Evergreen was filled with joy as Y/n finally slept after a long exhausting day.

Finals Week - Spring Semester - Junior Year

Wanda loved winning…but lately, it had a sour taste in her mouth. Finals week came in full swing, giving zero time for Wanda to dissect this weird feeling in her chest. She had helped some of her friends and classmates with studying, making her even more busy than usual.

By the time she was done with tests, the sour feeling still sat in her chest. With only two days left, Wanda couldn’t help but lose some sleep over this feeling. Why was winning suddenly so bad? When did it become something she felt guilty for?

Subconsciously, her mind gravitated towards Y/n. In her dreams, the moment before Y/n answered the final question replayed constantly. It was as if her mind took a vivid recording of the whole interaction. And as she replayed the moment she locked eyes with Y/n, Wanda couldn’t help but feel like the trophy wasn’t meant for her.

Of course she downplayed the scenario, believing that this was another mistake that Y/n had made for that day. And the words of Dean Holloway, this was something Y/n never took seriously. So why did she vividly remember how Y/n’s eyes looked the moment she had chosen her answer? Why did Y/n look so accepting of defeat? Why was there no anger or thrive behind them?

And the more she thought, the more she realized how little she saw of Y/n during the whole week. Friday, the last day of the semester, came around. During the test, her mind suddenly diverted to her. So when Wanda looked up and found Y/n in the crowd, she couldn’t help but want to talk to her, to see what exactly happened in that moment.

Was it something she made up in her head? Was she feeling weird for actually making a mistake in front of people? Was this blown out of proportion?

Regardless, Wanda didn’t dare describe this feeling as part of missing Y/n. Cause if she had, maybe she would have realized sooner that winning felt wrong this time. Because maybe, just maybe, it had pushed away the person that actually understood her better than anyone else.

Last Night - Spring Semester - Junior Year

Y/n Y/l/n,

We regret to inform you that your scholarship has been revoked for the following 2019 fall semester. This decision was not made lightly as the board is aware of the accomplishments you’ve brought to Evergreen University. Nevertheless, the requirement to place #1 in the most recent STEM competition was something we could not ignore.

We do hope you decide to enroll for your senior year. For further information on financial aid or loan applications, please visit the Bursar’s office.

Dean of the College of Arts & Sciences

Cedric Holloway

Evergreen University

The letter sat on the Y/n’s near empty desk as she continued to pack in preparation for tomorrow. It was the last night on campus for every student. While many chose to celebrate it with a party, Y/n chose to spend it alone.

The silence of her room provided some comfort as she cleared her bookshelf. “Why must I have so many books?”

While Y/n never imagined this would be where her college career with Evergreen ended, she certainly never regretted her choice. Then again, she hadn’t been home in forever, so that may change soon once she goes back.

Looking back at Natasha’s fully furnished side, Y/n could feel some guilt rising to her chest as she hadn’t broken the news yet to her best friend. Not wanting to burden the red head with a sad night, Y/n remained silent, hoping tomorrow would be best to break the news.

As for Y/n’s group, none of them were particularly angry about her mistake. Everyone tried their best to cheer their captain up, providing some comforting smiles and words. None of it truly mattered though. This was Y/n’s choice to make and she fully knew the consequences of it.

So for the first time in a while, Y/n was actually alone and not studying. That was until she came. Wanda stood in the hallway, thinking of how she would talk to Y/n, to hopefully apologize. She carried the trophy that was mailed in from the conference, one that actually had her name engraved on it.

But the trophy felt heavy and awkward in her hands, but it was the closest thing Wanda could think of as a conversation starter. Pushing her anxieties away, Wanda walked to Y/n’s dorm, surprised that the door was actually opened.

The first thing she noticed was the pile of boxes that almost blocked the doorway. Looking past it, Wanda couldn’t help but notice how bare Y/n’s side looked.

“What are you doing?” Y/n jumped from the corner of her room, hand on her chest.

“Jesus Christ, Maximoff, can you give a girl a warning?”

Wanda placed the trophy in the hallway, and walked around Y/n’s room, not caring for an invitation inside. Thinking back to the dorm setup, Evergreen University typically had students stay in the same dorm assigned to them from freshman year all the way to junior year. During senior year, students would be upgraded to bigger dorms.

“I thought you couldn’t transfer dorms till senior year was closer?” Wanda turned around to face Y/n, the empty side didn’t make sense as juniors typically left their items alone throughout the summer.

Y/n’s eyes glanced at the letter on her desk. “I’m moving to a new scenery.” She picked up the box with her knick knacks and placed it on top of the letter, hoping Wanda didn’t notice. The brown eyed girl leaned against her desk. She tilted her head noticing the shiny object in the hallway.

“Is that the trophy?” Wanda looked back, almost forgetting what she came here to do. She walked back to the hallway and grabbed the trophy. Their fingers brushed as Wanda handed it to Y/n. “Wow! It’s…it’s really beautiful.”

Y/n rubbed her thumb across Wanda’s name. Wanda Maximoff 2019 Champion. “Congratulations by the way. Sorry I wasn’t able to say it back on stage.” Y/n handed the trophy back to Wanda. If the girl was paying attention, she would’ve noted the odd look Wanda gave her.

Something was different and Wanda hated it. Winning always gave her a high but something about this interaction increased the bittersweet feeling in her chest. “What dorm hall are you relocating to?” Wanda placed the trophy on Y/n’s desk. “I could help you out if you need it.”

Already ready to help out, Wanda lifted the box of knick knacks, her fingers brushing over the letter. “Wanda-,” Y/n startled herself, not expecting to nearly yell at Wanda, “I- I -”

No words left Y/n’s mouth as those green eyes stared back at her. Suddenly, all those times where they yelled in each other's face came to mind. How close were they to ever…?

Y/n sighed, there was no use hiding from the truth now. “I’m actually going back home.” Wanda placed the box back down, still not understanding why Y/n’s things were packed. “I’m-”

Y/n scratched the back of her neck, avoiding Wanda’s stare. “I’m transferring to Langford University.” An eerie silence settled in Y/n’s room. So when Y/n got the courage to look back at Wanda, she hadn’t expected the teary eyes and offended look on Wanda’s face.

“You’re transferring? Why?” Moving off the desk, Y/n sat on her bed as Wanda leaned back on to the desk. “It’s - complicated. I really don’t want to go into it.”

Wanda’s hand balled up into a fist. The lack of details pissed her off. “You’re seriously not coming back?” Wanda hated how bitter everything tasted. The sight of her trophy pissed her off even more.

Y/n opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. She didn’t know what to say. She was leaving what she called home for the past three years. Not only that, she was leaving the girl that has been there since her first day. What could she even say?

Before she could admit anything, Y/n’s phone rang, breaking the tense atmosphere. “Sorry, let me take this real quick.” Y/n walked out to the hallway to answer her phone.

Wanda sighed with her head hung low. What was she going to do now? Being #1 was something her parents always pressured her to do. But ever since she met Y/n, #1 was something that motivated her to get out of bed and start the day extra early. Meeting Y/n meant countless hours studying just to make sure she knew the lessons by heart. Meeting Y/n meant her life revolved around beating the girl in every single thing. And as harsh as it sounded, it was the only way Wanda knew to get closer.

She turned around and glanced at the open box. There was a various amount of figurines, crystals, and journals thrown in. Wanda picked up a green crystal, one that almost matched her eyes. She remembered the day back in freshman year where Y/n had admitted she recently got into collecting crystals. Wanda thought at first it was a waste of money until she stopped by a local shop.

The red head could see why it was intriguing to buy them especially when you believe the auras and specialities that a certain rock can bring to your life. So in secret, Wanda bought a sphere of rose quartz and placed it in her room. She didn’t notice anything different in her life but then again, all her thoughts already surrounded Y/n.

Wanda looked back at the hallway and could hear Y/n still talking on the phone. It felt wrong to steal, especially since that was a no no in the crystal community. But the idea of Y/n leaving her without a single thing to keep for herself felt cruel. So when she slipped on the necklace, as if it already belonged to her, she could feel her heart skip a beat at the thought of Y/n giving it to her.

Wanda tucked the crystal under her shirt when her fingers brushed the letter once more. The school logo printed on the top right called her name. It felt wrong to intrude, but the more she reminded herself of the situation, the less she cared about her morals.

Gently sliding the letter from under the box, Wanda quickly read it. Eyebrows furrowed, Wanda read “We regret to inform you…”

Y/n shuffled back into the room causing Wanda to straighten up. “Sorry about that. I need to get Natasha. She’s stuck at some frat party without a ride back home.” The brunette crumpled the piece of paper and tucked it into her pocket. Y/n was too distracted to notice. “Again, I’m really sorry but congratulations on the win Wanda.” Y/n looked at Wanda with the most sincere eyes. “Incase no one has told you, I’m really proud of you.”

With one last look, Y/n left her dorm, hoping the Wanda would be decent enough to lock it up for her. And all Wanda could focus on was the sound of her name leaving Y/n’s lips. ‘You never call me Wanda.’

‘Like hell I’m going to let this happen.’ Wanda stormed into her father’s office, knowing he would be working another late night. The clear warm glow from his room indicated that he was there.

Storming through the doors caused him to look up from his computer, clearly unexpecting guests at that moment.

“Give her scholarship back.” Wanda slammed the letter onto his desk, crossing her arms hoping to show that she wasn’t messing around. The brunette couldn’t think straight about anything after she fully read the letter, and by now, she didn’t know whether to strangle Y/n for not telling her or for her father to even approve such decisions.

“This decision was not made lightly.” Wanda could read past her father’s sentence and she was not going to take no for an answer.

“Then clearly you’ve made the wrong decision.” Eric sighed knowing just how stubborn his daughter was. It was unfortunately a trait she got from him. Knowing fully well just how smart Wanda was, explaining this decision was going to be a disaster and a headache away.

Looking past the letter and into his daughter’s eyes, he’s never seen her be this angry. Sure they’ve had arguments, but they’ve subsided ever since she started to attend college. Eric was hoping it was because Wanda was getting older and more mature.

But as she stood there, eyebrows furrowed with a frown on her face, it felt like she was 16 all over again. Not wanting to beat around the bush, Eric figured to cut to the chase.

“She’s a threat.” He didn’t like to admit it, but there was hardly anyone on campus that could match his daughter’s intelligence. This was something Eric wanted to keep. But the more he noticed Y/n move up on the Dean’s list, the more he feared Wanda’s spot would be threated. While he was confident in his daughter’s ability, he simply wanted to keep her spot safe. And that meant dealing with Y/n.

“She’s my equal.” All the guilt from the competition finally made sense. And as more things continued to click, the more Wanda stood in horror at the things she said to Y/n. This was all starting to become a nightmare, one that Wanda prayed to go away. But the look on her father’s face pissed her off even more. “If you don’t, I’m transferring. And there’s nothing you can do that will stop me.”

Giving him no time to respond, Wanda walked out of the office. There was no time to think about her ultimatum, not when all she could think about was Y/n.

‘Say something to her, Wanda, for fucks sake.’ It was finally the last day of the semester. Every student was mandated to leave by a certain time. While there was a large crowd of kids with their backpacks and suitcases, all Wanda could focus on was the goodbye happening between Natasha and Y/n.

The brunette had stayed up all night figuring out ways to get Y/n’s scholarship back. At one point, she even considered paying for Y/n’s tuition herself if it meant getting her to come back. But her father would immediately block her allowance if he caught wind of this.

So far, she hadn’t gotten a response back from him. ‘Maybe he needs more time.’ But time was running out as Natasha helped Y/n with the last box. Percy was already in the driver seat, ready for the long drive back home.

She could overhear their goodbyes and that Natasha would visit soon to hear the full story. But still, Wanda stood paralyzed, unable to move. ‘What if she doesn’t want to see me? What if I was too mean to her?’

And as Y/n got into the car, waving her goodbyes, Wanda stood behind the tree, clutching on to the only thing she had of Y/n. Tears quietly fell down her cheeks, a lingering question on her mind. ‘Did I push you away when you needed me the most?’

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Trophy Husband - Chapter 2

Hyunjin x Reader (fem.) Genre: Arranged Marriage au!, Marriage of Convenience-ish, Romance, Angst, Frenemies-to-Lovers, NSFW (eventual) mdni Warnings: mentions of drinking, crude language, panic attack somewhat proofread WC: 7.6k A/N: Our bickering couple is back! Chapter is on the longer end 🫶 Feedback, Reblogs, Likes are greatly appreciated! Happy reading! ── MASTERLIST

Synopsis: Two individuals with polar opposite lifestyles are thrown into an arranged marriage for the benefit of both their families, or so they claim. One is a frivolous playboy, living off familial wealth, while the other is an overly controlling workaholic. Navigating their marriage with a business-like approach, their relationship is marked by a whirlwind of bickering, banter, and societal pressures. Amid misunderstandings, they uncover layers of unexpected qualities, eventually discovering a sweet love neither saw coming.

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CHAPTER 2 ───────────────────

The show smiles seemed to almost radiate under the glimmer of lights, the flashes of cameras. The new groom had taken his bride’s hand in his, gentle gaze peering back at her as they made their way into the hotel. Nodding at everyone who crossed their paths congratulating them, beaming at them with their smiles.

But once inside the elevator, once the steel doors had slid close, the two let out a deep breath. Their expressions fell instantaneously. Hyunjin rolled his jaw, suddenly feeling an ache from how tense it had been all evening. Their cheeks hurt from the wide smiles, from all the talking and greeting. Heads hurt from the chatter, the bright lights. The liquor, they downed but couldn’t truly savor.

Hyunjin glanced over at Y/N, his new wife, already reaching for the back of her dress, both hands stretched back to grasp at the zipper she couldn’t reach. He leaned back against the cool of the lift walls, letting his body loose, the gentle music carrying as the steel box took them to the higher floors.

They were silent. Even when there was no one but the two of them.

Something that would have been uncommon for true newlyweds in love.

But for them it made perfect sense.

The sound of his shoes tapping, her heels clicking, against the marble tiles, were loud in the hall that lead them to the grand doors of their suite.

But as soon as the double doors shut with a click, the new bride had finally shot a glare at her groom.

“Surely next time you want to shove your tongue down my throat you could give me a heads up.” Y/N quipped as they entered the honeymoon suite, breaking the tension with a sharp remark.

Hyunjin blinked, stunned for a second before he burst into laughter, genuinely surprised by her complaint. After hours of forced smiles throughout the ceremony and the dreadful reception that followed, for the first time that night, this moment of genuine amusement was a relief.

“Honey. I’m sure you enjoyed it plenty, seeing that you kissed me back.” He teased, raising an eyebrow as he casually tossed his tuxedo jacket aside, fingers pulling away at the bow-tie with ease.

Y/N scowled at him and turned to change out of the impractical second dress she’d been put in. The weight of it even worse after hours of hauling it around the reception venue. At least it didn’t have a ridiculous number of tiny buttons that the ceremony dress did. Except she didn’t realize this zipper was going to be a pain in her ass as well. And after trying one last time to stretch her hands behind and failing, she turned to her new husband, who was already out of the top layers of his suit.

“Zipper.” She muttered to Hyunjin, eyes peering over to him in the midst of taking off his cuff-links.

He sighed, striding over to help her without hesitation, swiftly pulling down the zipper he had been watching her struggle with, slightly amused while she did so.

Then, he wandered over to the basket of champagne and other gifts waiting at the fully stocked en-suite bar, while she slipped into the bedroom, immediately disgusted by the sight of an overly decorated room and overly dressed bed.

She could hear Hyunjin trudging around in the lounge room, popping open the bottle of champagne before taking a sip, his face contorting into a frown because of its taste. Instead he fished out his cell phone, idle fingers already checking and scrolling through the articles that were released of their grand union.

“The photos are out already—ohh, I look really good.” His voice bellowed loud, clearly pleased with himself.

His thumb faltered, hovering over the screen. Eyes relaxing as he took in the photo. At the image of them kissing.

It was an image of the ideal couple that met at that auction. It sure looked like it.

The dark-haired man glanced down at the gold wedding band on his finger, staring at the foreign object with a new fascination. Still trying to wrap his head around the fact that he was now a married man.

“Are you sad that you’re no longer a free man?” She asked, leaning against the counter in a much comfortable long robe.

“You promised I would be a free man if we got married. We signed on it.” He countered, furrowing his brows in seriousness.

“I’m talking about your relationship status, idiot.” She groaned as she rolled her eyes, reaching for the champagne bottle and a glass.

Hyunjin blinked, slowly processing the question he misunderstood before he glanced down at the picture of them once more. Newlyweds on the brightly lit phone screen, feeling a mix of emotions he couldn’t quite pinpoint.

“I don’t know...” He began, his voice tinged with a sudden uncertainty.

“I’ve always known that the women who approached me were more or less with me for either my face or my family’s money and prestige.” He added, his tone contemplative.

Y/N nodded, taking a sip of much-needed alcohol, that she actually had time to enjoy. Not surprised by his observation, a clear conclusion that one could easily come to after finding out exactly what kind of reputation he had.

“And how did that girlfriend of yours take it when you broke up?” She questioned, curious.

She attempted to recall a name that might have been familiar, a face even. Trying to picture one of the countless girls on his arm, she had perhaps caught a glimpse of in the rare instances they crossed paths at functions and events, but still drew a blank.

Hyunjin shrugged nonchalantly, hovering over his highchair and reached over the bar to fished out a bottle of whiskey instead.

“Well, when I went to break if off, she confessed she just wanted to see if the rumors of my huge cock and great skills in the bedroom were true...” He began his tone nonchalant as he read the whiskey label, then his eyes darted at Y/N, whose head tilted at his words.

His brows narrowed, at her confused expression. Her doubtful gaze.

“—which, by the way, both are true.” He pointed out, slightly pressing before breaking into a self-assured grin, watching as she blinked back stunned.

“Sure, sure. I wasn’t really curious.” She attempted to stifle a laugh, before failing, his own chuckles followed, slightly shaking his head.

He returned to whatever he started to do, voice speaking out in a more casual tone.

“Hmm, yeah you were never interested in these kinds of things anyway.” He mused aloud, more to himself than to her, but his words caught her attention, the sound of his liquor pouring into the glass loud between them.

“What do you mean?” She asked, her curiosity piqued.

He settled back on his seat, taking a thoughtful sip.

“You were always in your own world. A different world from mine. Even while growing up. When the other kids and I were sneaking out to clubs and parties, you always stayed behind and… painted, didn’t you?” He furrowed his eyebrows, unsure if his memory served him correctly.

She blinked in surprise at his observation. Surprised he even had memories of her.

“You remember that? God, that was such a long time ago.” She reminisced, shaking her head.

“Well, of course, we always called you a loser—”

“Okay, enough.” She cut him off sharply, her amusement fading.

“Hey, you just called me an idiot, I let that slide.” He countered with a shrug, raising an eyebrow in mock innocence, although the tell-tale signs of a grin lingered.

“Fine, I guess it’s only fair.” She muttered, her tone conceding defeat, though her expression hinted at lingering annoyance.

He smiled smugly now, mentally patting himself on the back for winning this round of a seemingly one-sided banter contest.

There were a few minutes of silence as the weight of the day’s events finally settled between them. Much like when they were in the elevator. Hyunjin glanced between Y/N, fingers gripped around the flute of champagne, the wedding ring shining under the light, and then back at her distracted gaze that zeroed in on the lined up bottles of alcohol behind the counter.

“Your father said he wanted to speak to me after our return from our…honeymoon.” Hyunjin finally broke the silence.

“Is he gonna talk to me about Yeom Co.? Please tell me he won’t talk to me about business.” Hyunjin groaned, clearly dreading the prospect.

Although that was definitely the reason that made most sense. Not like his new father-in-law and he had anything else in common.

“We agreed that I would do nothing but slack off.” He emphasized, half-jokingly, taking another sip.

Y/N nodded in agreement, the alcohol and the tiredness she felt, helping to calm her down after the mention of her father and his company.

“Just do what you always do. Not like he could force you to take a position in his stupid company.” She muttered while taking another sip.

“Well... they did force us into getting married.” Hyunjin countered with a wry smile.

His new bride glanced at him briefly, screwing her eyes shut for a moment before she let out an exasperated sigh.

“I’ll take care of it.” Her tone was assertive, downing the alcohol.

“Woah, that sounded kind of hot.” He teased playfully.

“Shut up.” She retorted behind her glass.

“Yes ma’am.” He chuckled, suddenly enjoying their back and forth remarks even amidst the serious undertones of their conversation.

Another handful of seconds of silence settled as she placed the now-empty champagne flute down, its glass slightly clinking against the marble countertop.

“I’m serious though. You don’t have to change a thing about yourself.” Y/N finally murmured, her eyes scanning the “congratulations note” poking out from the basket of complimentary champagne and chocolates.

Her new husband’s gaze lingered on her.

Her words were soothing almost.

Although it had been only a handful of hours since the ceremony, Hyunjin had the sudden realization that being married to this woman who he had thought was uptight, was nothing like what he had assumed it would be.

Hyunjin had always been acutely aware of Y/N Yeom. A little more than he would have liked. Capable, smart, and successful on her own path at such a young age. She was always the kind of girl his parents always praised, contrasting her with the other young women from their social circle who the youngest Hwang surrounded himself with.

“Why can’t you befriend someone like Y/N? Surely she’s better than these ditzy girls that linger around you.”

Even leading up to the wedding. Whenever her name had come up in conversations, when his mother was sticking her nose into the preparations he was supposedly in charge of, they had only said positive things about her. Her character, her ambitions.

How well her name connected to his family would look. How well her name attached to his would sound.

The remarks were the same as usual. Things he’s heard growing up, in the rare occasions she had been brought up in the past. When his parents would cross paths with her at events and suddenly she was all they talked about.

Yet Y/N never so much as glanced his way.

She was always uptight, always carrying herself with an elegance that stirred jealousy among other young women who often made fun of her for her over-achieving personality. Her holier-than-thou attitude, irking almost.

He wouldn’t lie, he had chuckled along at times.

But truly thinking back, it was all just a waste of time, since their jabs had meant nothing to the ambitious gallery director.

Holier-than-thou indeed.

However, the notion of marrying her was never even a thought that Hyunjin had, let alone a scenario he imagined. And when he walked into that bridal room and found the seemingly flawless Y/N in the midst of a panic attack, he was taken aback.

She was human after all, he realized.

Back then, a small part of him had hoped she would call off the wedding. But, when she agreed to go through with it and let him call in a makeup artist to help her get ready again, another part of him felt an unexpected sense of relief.

Y/N had always been a self-professed workaholic, convinced of her own superiority and only associating with similarly ambitious people. Hyunjin thought that him having seen her in such a vulnerable state, might have stung her pride.

But instead of being offended, Y/N smiled. Amidst the flashes and the murmurs of guests, she leaned over, her tone soft as she whispered. As she thanked him for his help, during the reception he had already forgotten details about. It had caught him by surprise, in the middle of the chaos they were surrounded by, he had stared at her for a couple extra seconds before he nodded.

And suddenly Hyunjin had realized that in the short time they had been married, he had discovered more about her than he had in all the years he had known her before. All the years he had judged her.

She didn’t bother to maintain her graceful facade in front of him. She hasn’t ever, now that he thought about it.

Either because she didn’t care enough about him to keep up the pretense, or maybe she had become comfortable around him. Hyunjin firmly believed it was the first explanation. It would make the most sense.

Still, her blunt remarks since they’ve actually spoken to one another, made him chuckle inwardly. She had a way of being amusing, a touch controlling (though, to be fair, Hyunjin had the tiniest bit of self-control), and surprisingly, she was a great kisser.

A fond but curious smile tugged at the corners of his lips, Hyunjin had come back from his thoughts. Back to the honeymoon suite. Back to staring at his new wife, quiet as she inhaled softly in the silence of the lounge room.

“She also sucks at holding her liquor.” He mused aloud in amazement, eyeing his bride whose head lay against the marble counter of the bar, passed out, from the alcohol, from the strenuous day.

The new husband downed the remaining whiskey from his glass, placing it down with a sigh before getting up to gently pick her up.

Hyunjin hadn’t stepped into the elaborately decorated bedroom since their arrival, so he did not expect to walk into such an overwhelming sight.

He instantly froze at the door. His eyes flitted around the dimly lit space, taking in the rose petals strewn across the floor, the balloons and the elaborate kissing-swan towels artfully arranged at the center of the bed surrounded by even more petals. The ambiance set for a romantic night.

One meant for the supposed ideal couple that had gotten married today.

A small chuckle escaped him as he glanced down at his bride, who was making herself comfortable in his arms, nestled and soundly asleep. Carrying her bridal-style into their decorated bridal chamber suddenly felt ironic to the new husband.

Despite their families’ awareness of their reluctance towards this marriage, they had spared no effort in setting the scene it seemed. Perhaps they had convinced themselves that that auction story was real.

The whole ordeal, though ridiculous, somewhat amused him in a way he hadn’t anticipated. Or maybe it hadn’t dawned on him yet like it had Y/N. Maybe he was still due a panic attack in the coming days.

But all Hyunjin could do now was let his eyes wander at the sight. And another soft chuckle from his lips was let out into the quiet room, his figure slowly making their way across.

Hyunjin grunted as he tried to gently lower Y/N onto the bed, her arms still draped around his neck, inadvertently pulling him down with her in the process. He gasped softly at the sudden tug, wide eyes momentarily taken aback as he found himself inches from her sleeping face.

A few seconds passed as she settled, stopped the slight squirming he was afraid would break her sleep. But she began to inhale softly once again.

His brows relaxed, eyes darting over this up-close view of her he didn’t expect to see, a sight he probably would never get the chance to look at again.

Y/N, even in slumber, was undeniably…pretty.

Not in the way that the women, the models and actresses he had previously surrounded himself with were, but with a beauty that was distinct, yet alluring. He was unsure exactly how to describe her beauty, at a loss for words at such a close-up view, an intimate position.

Her face, usually set in a scowl when she was awake, softened now in her sleep, and Hyunjin couldn’t help but stare in astonishment at this new image of her. His gaze drifted from her closed eyes to her lips, recalling how soft and plump they had felt when he had impulsively kissed her at the altar.

He remembered the slight stiffness of her body as she had tensed momentarily in surprise. But she had kissed him back, surprising him even more in return. An action that made him freeze, the memory of it now making him smile slightly to himself. Even amidst her lost daze back then, she hadn’t let her guard down, hadn’t let him one-up her.

Y/N’s arms eventually fell away from his neck as she fell deeper into her dreamland, settling limply on the bed. The soft thump, just loud enough to bring him back to the present. He quickly recoiled, sitting back and trying to regain his composure. His eyes darted between the red rose petals laying around them, then at her sleeping figure.

But her guard was down down now, and it seemed like she truly didn’t see him as a threat. The absurdity of everything, this situation still amused him, but now there was a new, more confusing emotion simmering beneath.

Not the kind he felt at the altar, no this one felt more intense.

Hyunjin’s throat felt dry.

It was nothing but exhaustion. He concluded.

The next morning however, Hyunjin had come to a new conclusion. Everything he thought about Y/N the previous night was all a lie, had to be a lie. His judgment was clouded by the drinks he had throughout the night.

Yes, that was it.

Definitely influenced by alcohol.

Because the next morning, he watched his new wife typing away at her laptop with the precision of a machine, her glasses perched on her nose as she shuffled papers on the coffee table. As if she hadn’t passed out from drinking too much, from exhaustion, the previous night, no trace of it on her at all.

He was staring at the uptight workaholic he made fun of growing up and not the new wife who spoke freely to him last night.

It was early in the morning, much earlier than the time Hyunjin was used to waking up. His eyes were lined with bags, and his body felt sore, not for the usual reasons one might expect the morning after getting married either. A sad reality for a supposed play-boy.

Not only had his new wife kicked him off the bed in the middle of the night, but now her loud typing and shuffling had also roused him awake from the uncomfortable couch. Once again snatching away his sleep.

What kind of crazy person brings work to their honeymoon? Well, Y/N does, and Hyunjin was not surprised at all.

Sure their marriage was basically a sham, and sure they weren’t going to do those typical activities newlywed do on their honeymoon, but she could’ve at least considered it a break from her busy lifestyle.

But habits are hard to break, Hyunjin concluded. Especially for people like Y/N, someone who had no friends outside of her circle of business acquaintances, and definitely no love-life to distract her either.

“Do you have to do that here?” Hyunjin groaned, his sleepy eyes narrowed with annoyance.

Her fingers faltered at the keys of her laptop for a moment then resumed, inhaling softly before she spoke.

“It’s not my fault you’re sleeping out here and not inside. You could’ve slept on the bed, not like I’d bite you.” She retorted without even glancing at him.

The dark haired man’s brows shot up at her audacious remark.

He had slept in the bedroom.

Next to her in the bed that looked and smelled like mother-nature herself threw up on it.

It was her doing that he ended up out here. Her kicking and flailing throughout the night had resulted in him taking solace on the uncomfortable leather of the sofa. But Hyunjin was too tired to argue. He rubbed his face, feeling the cool wedding band on his finger, a reminder of their new reality.

Y/N caught the glimpse of the dazed new husband, a brow raised.

“Coffee?” She offered, but Hyunjin only groaned again.

Shooting her an annoyed glare before he grabbed the pillow he had brought with him and disappeared into the bedroom, closing the door with a thud. He prayed this was not going to be an everyday thing.

Hyunjin was a grump in the morning. Y/N noted.

And that was one of the last times Y/N caught a glimpse of him.

Just because she didn’t use this opportunity for a break, didn’t mean Hyunjin was going to be a bore as well.

The carefree new husband basked in solo enjoyment during their honeymoon. Though that term was a far cry from what it actually was. It was his personal getaway, something he planned on doing anyways before he was threatened into getting married.

While Hyunjin sunbathed on the beach, floated atop the coolness of the pool, danced through unexpected parties he found himself in, Y/N remained holed up in their suite, absorbed in her work on her laptop. Not that he had any complaints though, she had stayed to herself mostly. Giving him the freedom he was promised.

He’d return in the evenings or late at night to find her sprawled on the sofa, her face illuminated by the glow of her cellphone as she caught up on everything outside of work. They’d give each other curt nods, swift waves, acknowledging each other’s existence. A few times they ate together as well. Despite the lack of spending their honeymoon together, they were cordial. Even managing to snap pictures with curated poses, which Hyunjin would post on his social media accounts. The images, carefully put together for public consumption, provided the perfect facade for his millions of followers, the news outlets, all eager to catch a glimpse into their glamorous honeymoon.

But even that getaway seemed short-lived.

Upon their arrival back from the week long vacation, Hyunjin did indeed find himself sitting across from his father-in-law, who though looked down on him behind closed doors, tried to butter him up with strained smiles and overly exaggerated compliments. And it was after lunch with his new father-in-law that Hyunjin found himself running to his new wife. The one who said she’ll take care of it all.

“—And what else did he say?” Y/N leaned back in her seat, listening intently to the recounting of Hyunjin’s lunch with her father.

Her father, who she had been purposefully avoiding since they had gotten back. Her blood still boiling whenever she thought about how dirty he played her.

“He wouldn’t stop pushing me to join his company—at some mid level position. He even promised rapid promotions to executive ranks.” Hyunjin scoffed, shaking his head.

Y/N sighed and took a sip of her water. She had been enjoying her late lunch when this unexpected interruption occurred. Although she was glad he had come to her immediately with the news.

“He seems really desperate to hand over all his life’s work to anyone but that stupid Alex.” She recalled her cousin, annoyance etched on her face.

“That’s the surprising part!” Hyunjin almost exclaimed, a hint of exasperation in his voice.

“Why does he think I’m any better than Alex Yeom?”

Y/N raises a brow because that was exactly what she had said the night her father threw the bombshell of the proposal at her. She tilted her head, considering his question. A conclusion she had come to not long after that same night.

“You and Alex have some similarities.” She began, making Hyunjin squint his eyes at the comparison, not seeing it.

“But compared to Alex, who enjoys gambling a little too much, and associating with suspicious characters, your lifestyle seems like sunshine and rainbows. My father would much rather have you as a stable figurehead leader than deal with that fool.”

Hyunjin mulled over her words, his brow furrowing in thought.

Figurehead.

Even his father-in-law didn’t see anything in Hyunjin to actually consider him worthy. Not that any of it was that old man’s fault, Hyunjin’s not-so-great reputation was notorious after all.

He raised a brow, suddenly curious.

“And who would be pulling the strings if I did become the leader?”

Y/N took a deep breath, meeting his confused gaze.

“He probably expects me to handle it. Perhaps pity him, or you. My father has always tried to drag me into his business empire. He thinks I have the right mindset and drive to keep it alive.”

Hyunjin suddenly agreed with her father’s words. Although he didn’t really want to. Because despite her focus being on a different field, her expertise in an entirely different area, Y/N had the leadership qualities every businessman admired, already demonstrating them through her own successful brand.

“So why did you stray away? Why not take the reins?” Hyunjin was even more curious now.

Y/N stood from her desk and approached him, her expression thoughtful. She had never had an inkling of an attachment to Yeom Co., so there were no particular feelings towards it besides the bitterness that stemmed from her parents attempting to reel her into its direction.

“I think I would’ve driven his company into the ground out of pure pettiness.” She admitted, her voice laced with honesty.

Her words took him by surprise. It was not an answer he had expected, but her deadpan expression only intensified his amusement, causing Hyunjin to stifle a cackle with his hands. He watched as she raised an eyebrow, clearly puzzled by his reaction.

“You have such weird humor.” She muttered, turning to the cabinet next to him and rummaging through its contents as she returned to her work.

In the past two weeks, Hyunjin had been laughing and chuckling at the smallest things she did, leaving her to wonder if he genuinely found her amusing or if he was just out of touch with humor.

Hyunjin, for his part, couldn’t quite figure out why her deadpan expressions, her monotone insults and jabs struck him as so funny either.

But still, they amused him immensely.

As his chuckles slowly died out, he glanced toward the empty frame that hung next to the cabinets he leaned against. The intricate gold patterns stood out starkly against the white wall, easily catching his attention.

“Is this an art piece I’m not quite understanding, or did you forget to put whatever you wanted to hang in there?” He mused, crossing his arms.

Y/N followed his gaze, pausing at the vacant frame before a smirk crept across her lips, almost mischievous.

“I plan on putting my bride-price in there.” She quipped, her tone light with hints of delight, at whatever scheme was brewing in her mind.

Hyunjin raised a brow, staring at her, bemused.

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Y/N found herself sitting across from her father, across the man that had lied straight to her face about the so-called proposal for her hand. About the so-called enthusiasm Hyunjin’s parents claimed to have felt about making her their daughter-in-law, which now felt like a distant echo, tainted by the truth easily spilled by her loose-lipped cousin.

The younger cousin who expected amusement. Expecting the news would grate on her nerves. Which it did, but of course the stubborn woman would never admit that.

But now sitting across from her father, she could only stare at him. It was funny seeing him sit so upright, when he was a man that was anything but.

“I assume you’ve signed the agreement.” Y/N thinned her lips into a smile, a slightly forced one that she barely managed.

The old man cleared his throat, turning to his secretary who stood not too far off from the sitting area, by her father’s desk.

“Get the document.” He gruffed.

The secretary did just that, presenting a blue folder with the apparent agreement her father had signed, something she was level-headed enough to conjure up before she the ceremony, before marrying Hyunjin.

Her bride-price.

It was an idea that sparked when she had sat before that same Hwang Hyunjin during one of those wedding “preparation” dates, ones that would fuel the rumors to their sudden union. Though she didn’t quite remember whatever he had rambled about, her ears did perk up when he brought up signing a document about his status as nothing but a free-loader, as her trophy husband in fancy terms.

And she suddenly couldn’t help but think how even though her so-called husband spouted nonsense most of the time, there were some things he said or did, that had her raise a brow, wondering if he was indeed as detached as he portrayed himself to be.

As Y/N looked at the signed document, the sight of her father’s messy signature and the bright seal of Yeom Co. was just enough to change her earlier feelings. A sense of satisfaction washed over her, and her forced smile transformed into one of genuine delight.

“With this, I’ve paid you back.” She remarked, meeting her father’s gaze.

The old man let out a “tch”, muttered under his breath, annoyed slightly by it all. Although he supposed it wasn’t a big deal. Their marriage was a business transaction, after all. And business transactions are all about give-and-take, one which his daughter had reminded him with her press of this agreement.

The mindset of a true business woman that made him proud inwardly.

But still, he felt like something was off, a lingering feeling as he stared at his steadfast daughter. Like he had perhaps made a mistake, acted too hastily by signing that document.

“—Now that we’ve settled that, we don’t need to linger here having pleasant chats over tea. I’m sure you’ve got things to do.” She added, dismissively almost.

Y/N stood, yet even before she could take a step away, her father’s eyes narrowed, tone sharp.

“When do you plan on sending that husband of yours to start working at the office!”

The daughter furrowed her brows in slight disbelief. At the old man’s words, at his audacity.

“Hyunjin is not a child, Dad. You’ve met him haven’t you, surely you’ve gotten a sense of what kind of man he is.”

The old man felt silent. He recalled Hyunjin, the smile on his lips had been unwavering the whole time during lunch the other day. His tone was gentle, answering questions without any answer in them at all. Vague responses that skirted around to any commitments to anything at all. It was clear he was a sly one. Easily able to weasel his way out of things that he didn’t particularly like. And he had done just that.

“Well, why else did I marry the two of you? You need to get him straightened out. Fix his priorities.” He attempted to demand, but as he watched his daughter’s expression darken, he suddenly fell silent.

“I no longer owe you anything. Remember?” She raised the agreement between them, the one he had signed, a receipt for the unknown debts she had accumulated when her father agreed to let her chase her dreams.

Yet all he could do was stare up. At the document, at his daughter, at the sharpness of her tone that left him slightly bewildered.

“I’m quite busy, so I’ll be taking my leave.” Her strained smile returned as she nodded slightly, before exiting his office.

Her father sat in stunned silence, glancing back at his secretary, who looked equally taken aback by this new side of Y/N Yeom.

But only a handful of minutes later, the old man’s cell phone dinged with notification of a text message. And as he looked at the screen, eyes taking in the sight of the photo his daughter had sent him. He inhaled, suddenly getting a headache from the words she sent along.

“ Incase you forgot again :) ”

The picture of the agreement he handed her, the one her father suddenly regretted signing, stared back at him.

A copy of which would hang proudly in that gold frame that hung on the walls of her office.

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“You truly are one of the pettiest women I have encountered” Hyunjin chuckled, eyes taking in the sight of the framed agreement.

He turned to look at her, Y/N who sat behind her desk, fingers dancing across the laptop keys in front of her.

“You don’t frame your achievements?” She shot back, her eyes finally meeting his standing figure as she leaned back in her chair.

Hyunjin’s smile faltered for a brief second.

Achievements?

He didn’t particularly have any of those. Successful contracts, ones worthy of being proudly displayed, even if it was out of pure pettiness.

His eyes raked over the name plaque on her desk, at the title of Director Yeom. Hyunjin smiled once more, shaking off those nonsensical thoughts, ones he usually didn’t think of but they still surfaced from time to time.

Like now. Staring at Y/N who awaited for him to answer her question, to speak even.

“I don’t have anything like that.” He shrugged, his words came out slightly softer, tone slightly lower than what she was used to hearing.

But Y/N could only stare at him with a doubtful gaze, brows knitting together as if she attempted to recall something.

“Weren’t you like the greatest athlete in our school? Soccer captain—Or was it swimming?”

Her curiosity sparked something inside him, and a smile crept back onto his face.

“Both.” He admitted, a hint of pride in his voice.

“See, you did have achievements. I’m sure you racked up plenty of trophies and medals back then.” Y/N’s hands raised, palms facing the sky.

He fell silent, struggling to find a response, and she shook her head with a sigh before returning to her laptop.

“Why’d you come here anyways?” Her fingers resumed their typing as she spoke.

“Ah…I wanted to ask if it was okay for me to bring in a longer couch for the living room.” The standing man slid his hands into his pockets.

She paused her fingers over the keyboard for a second, before shrugging.

“Up to you, the current one is kind of small anyways.”

But then her brows narrowed, looking up at him.

“Why are you asking, go ahead and replace it, I probably wouldn’t have noticed anyways.”

Except her words only make him stand straight pointing at her, brows narrowing.

“You weren’t saying that when I suggested changing the bedroom chandeliers! I made a suggestion, and you practically attacked me!” He was baffled all over again, at the incident that happened just the other day.

Y/N opened her mouth to counter but fell silent, acknowledging the truth in his words.

“My chandelier is perfectly fine, you just wanted to look up at something shinier.” She muttered defensively.

“Yeah, people with terrible interior design taste say things like that.” He shot back.

“I know enough—now stop eating my brains before I attack you for real.” She instantly returned back to work, knowing well that when it came to such things like interior design, Hyujin perhaps knew better than her.

His taste, definitely better.

“Petty indeed.” He murmured under his breath, but still couldn’t stop the smile that lingered as he watched her refocus on her laptop.

The dynamic between the newlyweds was a constant tug-of-war. One moment, they shared comfortable conversations, and the next, they were bickering like cat and dog.

Hyunjin, whose daily routine consisted of lounging around and doing little else, found himself increasingly irritated by the mess Y/N left behind when she left for work.

She left a trail wherever she went, her belongings screaming “hi! Y/N was here!”

The makeup, the clothes, and even the jewelry Y/N had pulled out and then decided against, were strewn across her dresser. The constant disorganization of the coffee table where Y/N insisted she work, because it helped her concentrate the most there, had slowly become an everyday sight for Hwang Hyunjin.

When they first began living together, Hyunjin had been taken aback by the unexpected disorder from a woman who always presented herself so graciously. Yet, despite this initial shock, he found that he didn’t mind sharing a room with her at all. Comfortable in the toss and turn of her figure next to him, the slight touch of their feet under their shared duvet.

The idea of moving into the guest bedroom had never even crossed his mind. And it didn’t seem like she cared enough about it either. Another shocking revelation that he questioned whenever it arose in his mind.

Due to her nature, Y/N was out for most of the day, so her absence meant that Hyunjin wasn’t often inconvenienced by her presence. He actually enjoyed the company, even if their interactions were minimal and their lives largely separate. Although he would never admit it, the quiet moments and the occasional shared space made him appreciate the unique dynamic of living with another person, something the husband didn’t realize was missing from his old life. Minus the clutter of her belongings however.

While many would label him a slob (his own family had often done so), Hyunjin was far from that. Despite his reputation, he had honed a set of unconventional skills that set him apart from the average person. With the abundance of free time he carved out while evading his family’s expectations, Hyunjin had mastered a long list of practical talents.

He could cook a variety of cuisines from around the world, a skill he had developed out of pure interest. He knew how to deep clean every nook and cranny of a house, disassemble and reassemble electronics with ease, and even build a bookcase from scratch, provided with the right tools.

These skills, though impressive, held little value to the Hwang family’s business empire. They were non-traditional and did little to contribute to the family’s corporate prestige. So Hyunjin never bragged about them.

No one had ever cared.

“This is really delicious.”

Y/N’s big eyes lit up with delight, and Hyunjin found himself momentarily stunned, watching her savor the meal he had put together.

The compliment, so sincere, so casual, brought a sudden flush of warmth to his cheeks.

It was a random Thursday evening when Y/N popped back the apartment to grab something before heading back to the gallery. The moment she stepped inside however, the rich aroma of whatever her husband was cooking wafted through the air, pulling her in like a magnet. Making her forget about her plans to leave. She found herself slipping into the vacant chair at the dining table, drawn by the comforting scent that filled the room.

“Where’d you learn to make this?” She continued, helping herself to a second serving, completely unaware of the impact her words had on him.

“Ah…I learned it in Thailand, though it’s not as good as the one I had there.” He replied, trying to downplay his pride.

“It’s really good.” She hummed, attention drawn to her plate.

The smile that spread across Hyunjin’s face lingered for hours afterward, accompanied by a fuzzy feeling in his chest. Though he was confident in his cooking skills, he had never received such a heartfelt compliment over something so…mundane before.

It was a simple gesture, but it was the kind of acknowledgment he had longed for, the kind he had rarely received in his past.

The kind he didn’t realize he was thirsting to hear.

Sure, the second son of the Hwang family had stunning visuals, a charming smile and a figure that was called “sexy”, “beautiful”, “charming” on multiple occasions.

But Hyunjin did not crave to hear any of that.

Growing up, Hyunjin had learned very early on that being the second son of his family meant he would never be his parents’ first priority. Especially in their elite society.

A painful fact he figured out through harsh realities.

It also didn’t help that his older brother seemed to effortlessly excel in everything he did. He earned praise and expectation from their parents. Meanwhile, Hyunjin struggled to find his own place amidst the family that seemed to have been complete even prior to his birth.

It was clear from an early age that his brother was being groomed to lead the family business one day, and Hyunjin felt the weight of the expectations placed on him to support his brother’s future position, from the sidelines.

So Hyunjin turned to things his brother was not good at. Things the older brother didn’t particularly indulge in.

Yet, despite excelling in sports and bringing home trophies and medals, his parents would dismiss his achievements with uninterested remarks.

“Being good at sports isn’t going to help HGroup.”

Hyunjin often found himself wondering why his parents never considered him capable of leading HGroup. Deep down, he believed that with enough effort and determination, he could prove himself worthy.

He knew he wasn’t a dimwit, he had a knack for learning new things, albeit in his own way.

But despite all that, the opportunity to show his capabilities never presented itself, and over time, he became too discouraged to actively seek it out.

He was a teenager when he started to feel frustrated, desperate for attention, Hyunjin began to rebel. Acting out became his way of grabbing his parents’ attention, even if it meant facing reprimands and punishments.

However, as time went on, he realized that this wasn't the kind of attention he truly desired. By then, his reputation as the family’s black sheep had already solidified, and it seemed impossible to shake off.

Was he misunderstood?

Maybe at one point of his childhood.

When he still had that hope that his parents, his relatives would pay him even the slightest bit of attention, consider him worthy.

But that hope had long dwindled. Overlapped with all the needs to act out. With the bad habits he had picked up. Forgetting about all those ambitions he had once dreamt of.

Instead of pursuing his own ambitions, Hyunjin withdrew into hobbies and distractions, finding temporary solace in them while his brother continued to bask in the family spotlight as their “capable son”. He focused on things that brought him some sense of relief, where he didn’t have to burn with envy and self-doubt.

And although he harbored no true resentment towards his brother, Hyunjin couldn’t shake the envy he felt whenever he saw how effortlessly everyone gravitated towards the older man.

The capable man. His parents’ perfect son.

Whether it was in social settings or among women, his brother seemed to command attention and respect with an ease that Hyunjin found elusive.

Hyunjin couldn’t deny that if he were in their shoes, he might also choose his brother over himself. Though somewhere in all that, he himself was at fault for faltering in his path.

When Y/N had scoffed, making a disgusted face at the idea of marrying his brother over him, he was a little puzzled. Any young woman in her shoes would have preferred the older Hwang over him. And although she refused both men, she didn’t have any particular interest in his brother.

It was a first for him.

Even if the entire time he sat before her at that cafe, she had degraded him. She was steadfast and direct about her words, about what she wanted. Things Hyunjin was never able to do.

Y/N, his wife, began to stir up emotions in Hyunjin that he had unknowingly started suppressing from a young age.

She made him cackle, stifling the kind of laughter his parents didn’t like to hear. Impolite noises, as they would call it.

She made him light up with her compliments, her sharp gaze finding the smallest details. His achievements, his cooking skills.

She made him feel flustered. His mind trailing back to the kiss they shared at the wedding ceremony.

“Damn it, Hwang Hyunjin.” He muttered to himself, rubbing his face with his hand. His gaze softened as he glanced down at Y/N, a serene figure curled up on her side of the bed.

The filling dinner had lulled her into a food coma, she swore she was only going to rest for just a bit before returning to do whatever she intended to in the first place. But it seemed like she was only falling deeper into sleep.

He gulped, watching her chest heave up and and down as she breathed. The dim light of his bedside lamp cast gentle shadows, accentuating the peacefulness of her sleeping form, but Hyunjin only found his thoughts consumed by an intense, almost overwhelming urge.

He felt his blood rush, eyes tracing, longing to reach out, to pull her close, and to press his lips against hers.

Into a kiss that would leave him breathless.

Hyunjin remained frozen in place, surprised by his thoughts.

His eyes growing big, his voice coming out in a shaky whisper.

“Fuck.”

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ to be continued.

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paiges-1vur · 1 month ago

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could you do something with paige and mental health or anxiety??

nobody gets me, like you… as always enjoy loves <3

your shaking. it had been almost a year since your last panic attack. you didnt expect to end up like this on such a happy day, but it wasnt your fault. paige had just made it into the final four and was out celebrating her win with her team. while you were invited, you opted out and politely declined. you decided to stay home and bake a cake to surprise paige with when she got home. you always loved to surprise her and congratulate her accomplishments with little treats and surprises. everything was going well until you checked your socials. the cake was in the oven, and you started to mindlessly scroll on twitter. you were basically on the women’s basketball side of twitter… courtesy of dating paige. you had just happened to scroll upon a video posted just 30 minutes prior to you finding it. you read the post before nervously and suspiciously clicking the video. apparently, a fan had filmed a video of somone who looked like paige making out with a girl at the bar. you couldn’t tell from the blurry video if it really was her, but you did know paige was going to be drinking tonight.

after sending her ten texts all within ten minutes, and getting no response you started to panic. maybe she was cheating on you, and someone had caught it on video. you started to overthink every single possibility and run the worst case scenario through your head on a repeat loop. over and over. you couldn’t help it. tears started to form in your eyes, that soon turned to sobs as paige didn’t answer your calls, or texts. you had trust issues from dating and getting cheated on in the past, and thats part of the reason why you struggled so hard mentally with commitment and trust. paige knew this. at this point the cakes had burnt, and you had thrown them out, slumping yourself on the ground, leaning against the wall in the kitchen silently sobbing.

“baby?- baby what are you saying i- i cant hear you its so loud in here let me just- ill call you back.. okay.. bye” after another fifteen minutes of missed calls and texts paige had finally answered. it didnt help very much though. wherever she was, it was very loud and busy. you could barely breathe, worked up over the growing possibility that paige was hiding something from you, when she knew you trusted her. she called you back five minutes later. “hi baby.. im outside and holy shittt its so loud inside” she said giggling slightly. okay so she was drunk.. that only made you worry more. when you didn’t respond quick enough paige spoke again, “baby.. are you crying? whats wrong love- do you want me to come home?” you broke down. you simply weren’t able to answer her. when she heard your sobs as a response she spoke quickly this time. “im leaving now im getting in an uber ill be there in five.. please text me that your safe.. im so sorry baby whatever is making you upset.. im coming home right now. love you”

you put your phone down and for the next ten minutes just stared at the wall. you looked up through teary eyes to see the door opening and a worried paige coming down to the ground beside you. she knew you were to overstimulated to talk right now so she tried to calm you down pulling you into a deep hug. you immediately melted into her, sobbing silently. “i know baby, i know, im sorry.. i love you” she said, lifting you up and carrying you into your bedroom lying you down on your bed before getting in with you. she stroked you hair silently while you tried to slow your breathing and tears. you took a shakey deep breath before speaking. “paige.. i saw a video tonight of a girl who looked like you at a bar.. making out with another girl. a fan posted it and claimed it was you, and i trust you but.. it looked like you and i just- its dumb i know.” your words came out so fast, worried paige would get mad or say you were overreacting, which some people normally told you when you had panic attacks like this. she immediately softened her expression and pulled you close to her chest, playing with your hair. “oh my god- baby.. that was not me. i promise, i would never do that to you.” she sighed before talking again, “these crazy fans, sometimes they try to make me seem like someone who im not. i promise you baby i was with the team all night, just celebrating. thinking about you the whole time.” you nodded slowly, “okay- i trust you paige.. i just got worried.” you sniffled, “can we just lay here.. for a little” you said hiccuping slightly. “of course baby, we can cuddle for as long as you want.” she said placing a kiss on the crown of your head. “i love you sweet girl, and im sorry the media did this.. if i could stop it all i would.” she held your body as you slowly stopped shaking, moving to a calmer state. after some time of just laying there with each other silently, you began to drift off, her warm body holding you and her soft hands stroking your hair as you fell asleep calmly in her arms.

#paige bueckers #uconn wbb #uconn huskies #uconn women’s basketball #wbb #ncaa wbb #wcbb #uconn wcbb #paige bueckers x reader #paige bueckers fic #paige bueckers headcannons #paige x reader #paige bueckers x fem!reader #uconnwbb #uconn x reader #ncaa women’s basketball #wbb fanfiction

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strwbrryeyes · 7 months ago

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𖦹°｡⋆ asahi as a best friend

⟡ cw: fluff, friends to lovers, mentions of panic attack, lmk if i miss anything

⟡ a/n: skipping tanaka for now. also chose to do it where they're in different years bc why not. this is also kinda bad so sorry.

⟡ best friend series: nishinoya, tanaka, daichi, suga, yamaguchi, tsukishima, kageyama, hinata || masterlist

best friend asahi who you met your second year of high school and his third year when you saw him lurking around the corner of the volleyball gym.

best friend asahi who you got closer to when you found out who he was and dragged him into the gym since you saw it as your duty as karasuno's new manager to bring everyone together.

best friend asahi who introduced himself to you properly once everyone was accepting of him coming back to the team.

best friend asahi who nearly fainted when he found out you were noya's friend because he wasn't sure if he could handle two of him but you assured him you were different than noya (barely different tbh).

best friend asahi who automatically got attached to you because of your sweet and comforting vibes.

best friend asahi who was questioning his life choices when you and noya were fighting over his attention during a group sleepover.

best friend asahi who went over to your house the night before the team played with date tech because he was having a small panic attack due to the last time he played them.

best friend asahi who ended up falling asleep on your bed that night after an hour of crying on your shoulder. you ended up sleeping on the floor because you thought he needed space (also literally because there was not enough room on the bed for the both of you). you both were the tiniest bit late to the bus departing.

best friend asahi who automatically ran to you once he scored the winning point because you were the reason he felt motivated enough to try his best on the court.

best friend asahi who decided that the night before any important game, he would sleep over at your house, don't worry though, he brought a sleeping bag from now on.

best friend asahi who got teased by the other third years by how much time he was spending with you which made him realize how whipped he was for you.

best friend asahi who you helped apply for fashion school by modeling his clothes for his portfolio. he swears hes never seen someone as beautiful as you.

best friend asahi who you gave a giant bouquet of flowers right after graduation as a way to congratulate him for all hes done this year and how far hes come.

best friend asahi who was surprised that you were going to a college near his school after your own third but was happy because that meant he would get to see you regularly again.

best friend asahi who you moved in with once you started your own college journey because he 'needed a model that he can work with consistently'.

best friend asahi who had an assignment to make two matching outfits and let it slip that if he was your boyfriend he'd make more matching outfits because he liked the sight of it.

best friend asahi who froze in place when he realized what he said but unfroze when you asked 'wanna be my boyfriend then?' 'are you serious?'

best friend asahi who tripped over a mountain of fabric running to you when you said you were 100% serious and were tired of waiting for him to make a move.

best friend asahi who is now boyfriend asahi who lived up to his promise and made endless matching outfits for the two of you.

#𖦹°｡⋆ 𝓃𝒾𝓃𝒾 #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader fluff #asahi #asahi azumane #asahi x reader #asahi x reader fluff #asahi azumane x reader #asahi azumane x reader fluff

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farfromstrange · 1 month ago

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Fictober Day 11: Girl Dad

Fictober Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Prompt: Girl Dad (🌼)

Summary: Your daughter likes to have tea parties with her father, and he is more than happy to play along.

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of pregnancy, parenthood, slight angst, established relationship, husband!Matt

Word Count: 1.4k

A/n: I don't know about you, but I see Matt as a Girl Dad who is more than eager to give his little girl whatever she wants. And yes, she would be just like him.

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The apartment is quiet—too quiet. Normally, you wouldn’t complain about a moment of peace; with a three-year-old around, even a minute to relax would be heaven on earth, but there is something eerie about the silence in the four walls you call home. No laughing, no crying, and no pattering of bare feet along the floorboards. No shouting, ‘Mommy!’ Until you drop everything to pay attention to your very quirky and very eccentric daughter. She’s got that from her father, too.

Silence with a toddler is hardly a good thing when she is far out of your sight. You learned that the hard way the day she got into your makeup and decided to repaint the bathroom. Despite all of the chaos, you have never loved a tiny human more than her.

When you got pregnant, it came as a shock to you—both yourself and Matt. He’s always been Catholic, and you’d been together for years at that point already, but there was something about the thought of having a baby that scared him in more ways than one. The full extent only hit you though when you peed on a stick, and it turned blue.

What if he couldn’t do this, he thought. What if he couldn’t be the father your child needed? What if he was entirely too damaged to be a father? What if the fact he couldn’t see would make it impossible for him to have a relationship with his child? He told you all of that and more. His father was good, but he died, and his mother left him, and he turned into Daredevil because the world is just so full of endless injustice; what good could that possibly do for a child, he thought.

Needless to say, the first time Matt held his daughter, he was terrified. He thought, why on earth would anyone, in good conscience hand him, the man whose fists are scared from countless fights on the streets of Hell’s Kitchen, such a small, fragile, and innocent human being?

“Congratulations, Dad,” one of the nurses had said.

Dad. For nine months, he’d heard her little heartbeat in your belly. He’d felt her kick when she was strong enough to do so. It was surreal to him that you were carrying his daughter—his daughter. You were really doing this. Having a family.

Though when the air first filled her tiny lungs and the nurses placed her screaming form on your chest, reality hit him.

All those fears he’d had at the beginning of your pregnancy bubbled back to the surface. The medical equipment around him was so loud he almost had a panic attack, but you were okay, and the baby was okay, and suddenly, you were asking if he wanted to hold her, too. You, the woman who just gave birth to his daughter, and the first love of his life.

The first time Matt held his daughter, he was terrified, but when his shaky fingers brushed her delicate skin to see her face, it only took a second for him to fall in love.

“Hi,” he’d said. “Uh, I’m your Dad.”

She was looking up at him, he could feel it, and all his fears melted away again.

Grace Murdock. You knew her name before she was even born, but it hit him even more when she was finally here. In a way, she was his saving grace.

That was three years ago. Three magical, chaotic, and sleepless years ago.

Grace was the best thing to ever happen to you after falling in love with her father, but she did inherit his tendency to get into trouble; when neither Grace nor Matt is anywhere to be found, all alarms in your head go off.

You put down the towel and make your way from the kitchen down the hallway.

Faint voices start to reach you the closer you get to your daughter’s bedroom. “More tea, daddy,” you hear Grace say. It’s not a question, it is merely a blatant statement.

Matt hums. “Thank you, sweetheart. It’s delicious.”

“No, you dwink it!”

“I am drinking it.”

“No, you’re not. Dwink it.”

You peek through the gap in the door, not sure what to expect, but when you catch your husband sitting at the tiny pink table you got her last Christmas, surrounded by stuffed animals in princess dresses, you have to bite your lip not to laugh. You didn’t expect that.

Matt is draped in one of her blankets, wearing a pink crown that has certainly seen better days. His large frame barely fits on the children’s chair he seems to have been banished to, and he’s holding a teacup about the size of his pinky finger. But what surprises you most is how serious he looks as he takes a ‘sip’ from the imaginary tea to please his little girl.

He’s never going to live that one down.

Grace nods, hands propped up on her hips as her brown hair bounces up and down. She’s the spitting image of her father. “Good job, daddy,” she says.

Matt, sitting there in all his stoic seriousness, sips from his tiny teacup with the same level of focus he’d use in court. “Thank you, Your Highness,” he says.

“You’re a pwetty princess.”

He nods, dead serious. “That’s right. I’m a pretty princess.”

You giggle quietly to yourself. It’s the expression on his face—this mix of pure, unfiltered love for his daughter—that gets you. No matter how silly or extravagant, for Grace, he’d do anything. He’s making memories with her that she will remember long after she’s moved out of the house, and that, to you, is what makes you fall in love with him all over again.

Grace refills his cup with expert precision. “Mommy’s the queen,” she states. “’Cause she’s the boss of you.”

Matt pauses for a split second, his jaw slacking slightly. “Hold on, sweetie. Mommy’s not the boss of me,” he says.

Bless him, you think. He’s so wrong.

“She is,” Grace insists.

“And what am I?” He sounds almost hurt.

“A princess. Duh!”

She goes about pouring tea for her stuffed animals next, not a care in her little world. Matt’s head turns toward you. Of course, he heard you coming.

“You’re lucky she’s not calling you her peasant,” you say, your voice teasing. “You still get to be a pretty princess.”

He chuckles. “You’re the boss.”

“I am, aren’t I?”

Matt shakes his head as if he’s giving in to some long-held truth. “Apparently, I’ve been dethroned,” he says. His smile, though playful, is full of warmth as he turns his attention back to Grace.

“You’re not dethroned,” you clarify, sliding into the room. “You’ve just… been promoted to Princess-in-Chief.”

He raises an eyebrow. “It’s Pretty-Princess-in-Chief, Mrs. Murdock. Thank you very much.”

You laugh. “Apologies. Pretty Princess-In-Chief, of course.”

Grace notices you then for the first time since you’ve entered, and her face lights up. “Mommy!” she says. “I made tea.”

“For me?” you ask.

“Yes!”

“That’s so sweet.” You let her pull you to one of the tiny plastic chairs. “Thank you, baby.”

Matt instantly leans closer to you, lowering his voice just for you to hear. “You know, I’m not sure how I feel about the hierarchy in this household,” he says.

You snort. “Oh, you’re perfectly fine with it. Besides, you’re still her hero,” you say. “Even if you have to wear a pink crown to get the job done.”

He shakes his head with a sigh that’s far too dramatic to be serious. “Yeah, well… I’ll take whatever title she gives me.”

“And wear a crown,” you add, adjusting the slightly crooked plastic crown on his head. “Suits you, by the way.”

He takes your hand in his. “I’d wear a hundred crowns if it made her happy.”

The love in his eyes is unlike anything you’ve ever seen before. He’s so in love with her it makes you want to cry sometimes because the man who once had been so scared of becoming a father now is the best he could possibly be for his baby girl.

Your lips ghost over his cheek, your kiss a gentle breath against his skin. “I know.”

Grace rushes back over with a stuffed bear and plops it on the table. “Mr. Bear says no kissin’!” she says.

You pull away from him. “Sorry, Your Highness.”

“Very demanding,” Matt murmurs.

From the corner of your eye though, you can see him smirk, and all you can say to that is, “I wonder where she’s got that from.”

Your daughter is completely in her element, pouring more imaginary tea and singing quietly to herself.

This is it, you think. These are the kind of moments that remind you why, despite everything—the sleepless nights, the chaos, and the uncertainty—you wouldn’t trade this life for anything.

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