#i think i get a pass since i was literally raised like this
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I think we need to cut Naruto some slack when it comes to him perpetuating the system he grew up in. Naruto shows the most realistic way of dismantling a system in fiction. It's not a Dystopain YA Novel where after the hero kills the bad dictator everything magically gets better. It's a complex series that shows the harsh realities of systems like this.
One thing we have to remember when considering Naruto being the Hokage, is that while he is "perpetuating the cycle" of hatred, it's still the best option. Naruto is actively dismantling the shinobi system as Hokage. By maintaining peace with the other villages, the shinobi system is dying, and we know this from the final chapter.
Tenten can not make a profit selling ninja tools. With the symbolism we get throguh out the series that ninja are tools of war. We're bassicly being told there is no need for shinobi any more.
Naruto can not break the Cycle of Hatred with violence, if that worked, the cycle would have been over centuries ago. The same way Rome was not built in a day, it wasn't destroyed in a day either. You can not destroy a system quickly, especially since this violence is their primary source of income. They need to slowly transition these ninja into other job fields. Otherwise, you just get the Akatsuki again.
I think we forget, Naruto technically grew up in a time of peace. The Thrid Shinobi war ended a year before he was born, and all the villages chose to do a disarmament. However, that just created more problems. With out a steady streem income coming in, villages had to go to extreme measures. Some where on the break of failing, and all of their people literally dying.
Powerful shinobi, like Zabuza & all the members of the Akatsuki didn't have any income from their villages coming in. So Zabuza had to work with the Demon Brothers in order to put food on his plate. Like yeah, we could argue that he could have just gotten a job at non-Ninja McDonald's. But he's essentially a war veteran at age 15, with no other marketable skills than war. His best option for money was to use his skills to further captalisim.
The Akatsuki was able to rise in power because the villages could no longer afford to raise the type of Ninja required for certain missions any more. It became cheeper and more effective to hire the Akatsuki than to hire ninja from a village.
80,000 shinobi fought in the Fourth Ninja War, 10,000 died, that leaves us with roughly 70,000. That's just ninja from the Five Great Villages, there are ninja from other villages. This means if Ninjas as an occupation were to magically end that's at least 70,000 people who need to find new jobs, not including all of the industries who create the tools to support the military complex. This sudden ending could cause a massive issue toppling economy. And, boo-hoo the economy, except that's how people gain the resources they require to live.
In Gaara's book, we read that Suna doesn't even have adequate maternity wings in their hospital and their people struggle to eat after the Fourth Shinobi War. We are forced to sit with the reality of what a failing system actually means to its people. Because of how isolated Suna is we can only assume it gets worse. I'm suprised they even exist in Boruto with how bad we're told it is.
Then we have to consider the cultural loss. These people will lose their connection to their culture. Techniques will have no more use to be passed down. Yes, these techniques are murder, but they are still thousand year old traditions that will no longer exist. Which is sad.
Theres also the potential of more genocide, it's what happened after the Thrid Shinobi War. Essentially, the clans realized they wernt getting paid by the villages any more and started gaining outside power again. Because the village system was only 50ish years old at that point, it was relatively easy. Unfortunately it put a target on their backs, and they were genocided. So that's another fear you have to work with with dismantling this system. Some people like the system and want it to continue, so they can make money to live.
In Boruto, we see they aren't even having kids at replacement levels. Each character, besides Naruto, bassicly has one kid. If we think about Sasukes goal to revitalize his clan, how's he going to do that with only one child. What we can assume is, they know the systems dying, so they aren't bothering to make enough kids to fill that system.
Naruto is dismantling the system, it just takes time and has a lot of moving parts. He's only been Hokage for 3-5 years at the start of Boruto. It's barely long enough to make any significant change.
Naruto is also only 33. That is incredibly young. Like insany young. Like he's not even old enough to be president of the United States of America young. So he had a long road ahead of him to make the changes he wanted to see in the world.
Thinking about Naruto
The day you realize Naruto and all his friends are child soldiers being raised by child soldiersâ you arenât watching the same show twice anymore. The cycle of violence never ends because you raise child soldiers to forfeit their humanity in a nationalist society.
Donât get me wrongâ as Naruto gets older and understands moreâ he is able to break pieces of that cycle. He never escapes it though.
Naruto was a leader amongst his peers because he didnât comply with apathy. Naruto let his empathy guide him throughout the world. In the society he lives inâ empathy is a radical concept.
When you really think about the values the shinobi world drills into their citizens: unemotional, lethal force, and nationalismâ Narutoâs desire to see others and understand them is defiant of those values.
Narutoâs capacity and willingness to see others as individuals first and strive to understand, and then see them as from another nation second separates him from the rest. Narutoâs empathy and love for humanity gives him the ability for open dialogue with people he thought of as enemies (Zabuza, Haku, Nagato, Gaara). He is able to cry for his enemies ( againâ zabuza, haku, gaara, and sasuke). He is has the capacity for forgiveness and growth. Through these radical (in this society) concepts of empathy, understanding, forgivenessâ Naruto changed people for the better. He changed his nation for the better.
He never breaks free though. Naruto becomes the hokage and continues the cycle. His village still raises child soldiers (in less harsh values)â he promotes incorporating empathy and extending your understanding outside of your own nation. The violence still continues. He still facilitates a violence society in raising these child soldiersâ he is not the only oneâ gaara and the other kages are right along with him.
The show feels very different when you realize that Kakashi was a victim of a system that raised victims of a systemâ that went on to raise more victims of a system. The show feels different. Suddenly itâs not just a shonen battle anime with bright colors and cool concepts. It becomes thought provoking and reflects realities of a society and continuous cycles. Brilliant writing. Dark and layered undertones.
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god get me out of here
#not to sound like an annoying atheist but i hate christianity actually#how do you let a book about a made up god ruin your mind like this. how do you go on to yell the bullshit in this book with your full chest#i think i get a pass since i was literally raised like this
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Shino raising his dead friends and friend's dog from the dead with the power of bugs as one friend's cousin watches [not clickbait]
#speculation nation#fanny watches naruto#bugs ment/#this mini arc is fucking wild actually what the fuck is going on#i am VERY definitely past everything ive seen before. both anime and manga.#which means this is all new. and i dont know whats going on hdskhfks#ino holding hands with shikamaru and choji (and making them hold hands) was really cute thođ„șđ„șđ„ș#for circulating their chakra to keep them alive etc etc anyways those are her BOYS!!!!!! shes working so hard to keep them alive!!!!!!!!!#and then shino using his bugs to circulate the chakra of. two guys and a dog.#i love the focus being placed on him rn bc hes so rarely focused on. but also. it *is* kind of funny#i think it's akamaru. the dog. plus the bugs. hes literally just putting bugs on them so they'll move the chakra around#and doing it in the most Raising The Dead pose possible hflshfks god it's so funny#anyways genuinely why is kabuto going to such lengths to kill these four (plus a dog)#like hes got this whole plot hes committed 4 of his pawns to this. just sucking their souls outta their body bc Huh??#like ok shikamaru is a master tactician. i get him. and neji is a powerful jonin.#and choji is very strong Especially in conjunction with ino and shikamaru#that good old ino-shika-cho combo. you know.#then theres kiba and like kiba's strong but like. not all that special in the army??? like sorry kiba not to be mean#but like hes just a chunin. no special combos or insane intellect to set him apart.#he's a front liner. a good one! but ykno. not all that special in the army. sorry kiba.#the true answer for why these 4 (5 with the dog lol) were brought togegher for this#was for reminiscing about their failed sasuke retrieval arc. by the narrative.#but Also they have those same sound ninja 4 theyre up against. maybe those guys wanted to nab them bc of the grudge#and kabuto was just like 'sure yeah it wouldnt hurt to kill the nara and the hyuga'#actually im just now remembering his ninja info cards. freakish data collection on fucking everyone#and now here he is having grave robbed all over the goddamn place and prepped all the bodies with their weapons and what have you#taking the time to send these reanimated bodies towards their prior loved ones to take advantage of the personal turmoil#bro it's a fucking battlefield what??? how are you sending everyone to such specific people like that.#and then anko's just passed out behind him. she hasnt even been to the village since the pain attack. she is getting shelved SO bad#anyways kabuto's a little freak and i continue to hate him. grave robbing shithead.
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Today I watched our Panther (Mountain Lion/Cougar/Puma/etc) leap right up into one of the palm trees in her enclosure right on the part they have the cover thing on to keep her from climbing all the way to the top. And then we made eye contact and she hissed/growled at me, then eventually hopped down and came to the window
#I've literally never seen her do that before#but if i had to guess#she saw her keepers pass by her exhibit on their way to somewhere else and she was excited#Alternatively she was chasing a squirrel or bird#the panther is one of the animals on the list of 'extremely dangerous animals should they escape' and frankly she seems the most capable#she's cute though i think since she was basically hand raised by our staff (because her mom did not want her)#she's very domestic cat like#she'll rub up on the window if you come up to it and she likes to chase the little brushes you use to knock down cobwebs and stuff#(note: we try to avoid having those brushes around when she's out because we don't want people getting the impression#that we're playing with her)
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Iâve been having a rough few days, but Iâve been feeling a bit better so I decided to make some lil thingies for some spiraling upwards kitties :3
#keese draws#warrior cats oc#spiraling upwards#Iâve posted art of ratstar and pigeonbillow before but the other three I havenât I think#but yeah these are some more of the minkclan founders#and by that I mean two of them are and one of them was a kitten at the time#lightning is havenirisâ mom but she didnât trust herself to raise him so her clanmates sort of collectively raised him#and by that I mean mostly pigeon and two other old ppl that arenât included here#light did end up opening up to him more and acting as more of a mom after he chose to become a medic tho#the two have a complicated relationship for sure but they still care abt each other a lot#oh yeah and literally all of these guys are dead by the time murtle rolls around except for haven#pigeon died about two years before the other two and raincinder has been dead since before minkclan was properly founded#which is unsurprising given sheâs such an old withering woman#she mostly made it that long because she was given a guide sponsor life#so long story short not all starclan cats actually get to use the cool starclan powers and those who do are usually âsponsoredâ with an#extra life and a cool star like marking#this isnât a well known thing tho and even within starclan only higher ranking cats rly know anything beyond knowing that every now and#then new guides are chosen#now usually whatâs supposed to happen is that the sponsored cat has a close eye kept on them and if they are deemed worthy theyâre allowed#to keep their mark and become a guide once they die the second time#the main flaw in this system is that the cat who sponsored them has to be the one to revoke it#so if they refuse to revoke it for whatever reason thereâs not much that can be done about it#or in raincinderâs case her sponsor ended up fading before they could judge her fully#so even though by all means even the most rebel friendly guides would revoke it easily she managed to keep her mark til death#this was ofc largely helped by her living til 19 fucking years dear god woman#but hey I guess it means minkclan gets a guide even though sheâs a rly shitty one#rly that mostly only matters for the sake of nine lives and the sake of travel between starclan and the living territories#which actually does cause a lot of problems when all the guides decide to go haunt a child instead#oh also guides also pass on their mark to leaders whoâs life ceremony they hosted#not the guide role tho each guide gets a new mark
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I NEED Zelda lore with good historical allegories PLEASE hire me Nintendo I would make so many good metaphorsssss
#Iâve had this fic idea in my head for literally months#since like December#the sheikah and the yiga and demise and hylia have no relevance to anyyyyy history guys haha#I mean. two large powers that have been involved in a cycle of hatred using their power to induce a proxy war to further their power?#while simultaneously harming said group by ripping it apart and then. with so much time passing the idea of reunification fading further.#until the people of that group learn to hate the other and to rely upon the powers that put them there?#huh Nintendo wonder what that could be about.#but Nintendo is a Japanese company and if you talk about that war then you gotta get into imperialism and. wellâŠ#and this is not even getting into THE GERUDO#I LOVE what the Gerudo could be SO MUCH. OH MY GOD. THE POTENTIAL.#but no. if Nintendo actually showed off cool Arab culture and stopped oversexualizing brown women people might think theyâre not racist đ#and we canât have that#god I fucking love the concept of the Gerudo itâs so so so sooooo good you have no idea#I donât have the time or energy required to write this but maybe Iâll come back in like a decade when Iâve got shit figured out and write it#anyways. Iâm so normal about the Shiekah and the Gerudo. ha ha ha ha ha so so so normal#guys someone give me like a month where time stops I could write so much about settler colonialism* and the Hylians#(*I think settler colonialism paired with neo-colonialism and imperialism would be more interesting than the usual narrative of extractive#coloniaism. but also take that with a sea of salt cause no narrative surrounding colonization is really. mainstream.)#barebones of this fic idea is half-sheikah Zelda & Gerudo Shadow as foils for each other#w/ Zelda having the experience of like. 2nd gen E Asian immigrant assimilation & loss of cultural heritage while being raised in a white#societyâ with scraps of her textbooks and life showcasing the retelling of the colonization of the Gerudo. meanwhile Shadow is V aware of#his culture & history because Ganonâs main goal is to take control of the Hylian empire to make them pay for their past crimes#which manifests in Ganondorf being an abusive father who torments his own son because he believes it will make him strong enough to fight#against the Hylians. however surprise surprise abuse actually drives Shadow further away and he seeks refuge in Zelda & brings her books#on sheikah culture as a way to connect to herâ through their shared ties to the YigaâŠ#and I have more but I think Iâm gonna hit the tag limit and Iâm rambling but like. SO MANY IDEAS#it works better visually I think though. so thereâs that too. plus as aforementioned I do not have any of the things I need to write this#and itâs really important to me that itâs written well. so. that too. if I was gonna do this it would take forever with extra research &shit
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you parents constantly telling u the shit that you've been trying to unlearn surely is smth
#my mum is very âtough it outâ its all in your head meditate and never experience and emotional reaction this way. make rules for yourselfetc#shes the bhuddist equivalent of a bible quotes spewing christian basically. n its cool i know how to control my emotions and shit now but#thats my problem lmaooo. it took me counseling to learn how to feel emotions and im still not nailing it most times#also i used to be so strict about rules i made for myself like âu have to brish ur teeth before bedâ that i would stay up until 4am not doi#anything because i was too tired to get up and go brush them until i passed out from exhaustion#unlearning that was very good for me right#mothers undiagnosed adhd most likely lmao and is just constantly teachibg me all the coping skills she developed#and its so fun cuz she just always tells me stuff she struggled with and im like mother youve been telling me this since i was born i GOT I#funnily enough i use all the meditation and bhuddist shit when talking to her specifically#every conversation is me going ok.. deep breath. think from her perspective. calmly explain and address. its not personal. getting agitated#would resolve nothing#and thats fascinating cuz when i moved out i was like oh you people dont receive the training of a bhuddist monk by age 5??#i had a roomate who i didnt get along with sadly who was the complete opposite and had learned to communicate via shouting and confrontatio#like thats literally how she communicated n i had such a hard time saying anything to her cuz id learnt to just go meditate till feeling go#away before talking to someone#like i never saw my parents shout at each other or argue in my life. they usually retired themselves from the situation#when i explained this shit to someone they were like âlucky u my parents fought all the timeâ my brother in christ youre not hearing me#you can be unhealthy in different ways.#my conclusion now is my mums a cool person just totally clueless on how to raise a child#like i remember feeling very unheard and bad about her becayse literally every sentence out of her mouth is a life lesson#and even if u catch her in a genuine social interaction with u she quickly corrects herself and brings the life wisdom back in#and even if she agrees with you shell go in a ten minute tangent because she wanted to talk about bhuddha when literally there was no point#fuck as a kid with adhd i remember it being torture#now i learnt how to deal with it better but good christ#and yeah just had to tell this to someone because i have the patience of a saint and its not being recognised#like even my cousin is always like you know how ur mom is cuz being lectured 24/7 is exhausting#and fr everytime i talk to her i have to be like âok. now remind her subtly that you are a human beingâ#lmaoo#readme.txt
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[ID: The Pokedex image for Cyclizar, from Pokemon Scarlet and Violet. It is a large lizard-like creature running on four legs with a jade green body, with a large black-and-gray throat sac and a curled-up tail in the same colors resembling wheels. Its head is primarily black with a green central stripe just below eye level and round red cheeks, with a small black crest, making it look a bit like the handlebars and headlight of a motorcycle, or like someone wearing a motorcycle helmet. The base of its tail is a darker green that flares up slightly before the main portion of it curls into the âwheelâ, resembling a seat. In short, itâs a dragon that is also a bicycle or motorcycle. End ID]
pokemon theory i just thought of: new pokemon appear in the pokemon universe when they're designed in this one. they're created ex nilho but they have retroactive realness; they weren't here yesterday, but today they've always existed.
pokemon researchers have had to suss this out on their own over decades, and it's a really unpopular theory, made worse by the fact that no one can come up with a better one. from their perspective pokemon generate spontaneously but in both chronological directions, and the similarities of many pokemon seem to be detived from a conscious and creative understanding of the world--their world, though? what other world could there be?. there are ice cream pokemon and pokeball pokemon and sword pokemon and trash bag pokemon.
there are so many pokemon with both wings and a beak. is this like swords? is there an ur-flying type that this class evokes? there are so many canine pokemon. but what is a canine? is there such a thing? there's only one set of sword pokemon, right. one tea-set line. is *feline* a coherent category? would the ur-feline have two legs or four? why do so many pokemon have humanlike bodyplans-- but then again, why so few?
pichu has always been the prior form of pikachu. why didn't it get counted in order? why do we call it that instead of saying pikachu is the middle evolution of the pichu line? why can so many trainers remember finding this out well into their journeys? why didn't ash start with one?
this is why pokemon researchers do a lot of labwork, drink heavily, and use ten year olds for field research. you can't have an existential crisis if you don't even know what time is yet.
#pokemon#long post#alcohol mention#delta episode#my beloved FUCKING RIDICULOUS reveal#the link cable reveal is truly something else I love it.#yeah uh. basically I think in Gen II it literally took until you the PC to discover firmly that Pokemon Hatch From Eggs somehow?#despite the daycare existing for some time?#which since Pichu does not appear in the wild there. explains a bit I guess. while raising many more questions.#in Gen IV explicitly since baby Pokemon DO appear in the wild and eggs HAVE of course been discovered⊠no clue.#but it also doesnât explain Umbreon Espeon and Sylveon so like. Yeah anyway the Pokedex is weird and a victim of the multiverse.#(Leafeon and Glaceon get a pass for geographically-specific evolution methods as do like. Magnezone and Probopass and shit.#evolution with items and baby Pokemon who require incense likewise have a pass even if they raise more questions.)
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So far this file is called 'birdritch'. Those of you who follow my art tumblr might know where this is going. I needed something light to write, been a low day. There has been zero editing or reading through and it is past 2am, sorry and enjoy! (Don't need any typos pointed out, ty.)
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âYou are supposed to be home.â
Danny blinked up from his work to find Lucius Fox standing in the doorway of the lab. The man had the sport of expression one wore around a child who had just done something disappointing.
(Danny was used to the look, even if it had been a long time since he'd been a kid. Or seen his parents, for that mater.)
âOkay, but,â Danny started, âwe agreed that I could start at ten and take my eight hours and one for lunchââ
âA mandatory one hour for lunch away from your desk,â Lucius interrupted.
âYes, yes, Iâve been doing that! Iâve been eating out on the rooftop garden or even leaving the building and eating out or taking lunch to the park. Iâve been behaving, Lucius, I promise.â
Lucius raised a judgmental brow. âItâs after eight, Danny.â
âWhat? No. I have an alarm on my phone and everything⊠okay, well, that only works if my phone is charged.â Danny jabbed uselessly at his phone screen. He followed the charger, which was plugged in, all the way to the wall. He resisted the urge to let his head fall against the wall. âI guess Leslie fried the outlet again or something. Iâm sorry, Lucius.â
âItâs fine, Danny,â Lucius said, âbut only because, one, I know you have been trying, and two, I am going to buy you the most embarrassing alarm clock I can find and mount it to something in this lab. Now it is late and I am going home and so are you, Mr. Fenton.â
âYes sir, Mr. Fox,â Danny said and made an exaggerate show of packing up his backpack, dead phone and all.
Lucius gave a little snort at the antics, but left with a âget home safe, Dannyâ. After his boss was gone, Danny took the time to actually make sure everything was in his bag and secure. He still didnât get why he couldnât just work late, but apparently WE had something of an insistence of work life balance. According to Lucius, Danny crossed the line too often and so was being kept in line. (Danny didnât think mention he didnât have much of a life, literally and otherwise, would help his case.)
Still, Danny mused as he stepped inside the empty elevator, the rules did keep him from becoming his parents. And that was a very, very good thing! Being a mad scientist in Gotham usually ended up landing someone in Arkham. It was just that after the chaos that Danny grew up with, going back to his empty apartment was depressing. It wasnât as if Danny never got out and did things, it was just that all those things were mostly on the weekend. Most days he just didnât have a reason to go back to his place.
There was no getting out of it tonight, the great and powerful Fox had spoken and Danny knew better than to try and sneak back up. He lifted his hands over his head, stretching as the elevator descended the last few floors. Oh well, at least it was before ten. He could still grab something on the way home and have a full, warm meal to take his pain meds on. By the pull along his forearm he would need them.
âNight, Bill,â Danny said as he passed the security guard who was on the evening shift. He got another âget home safeâ in response and gave a little wave in reply over his shoulder.
Even after the few years in Gotham, it still amused Danny how much everyone wished everyone else some sort of safe travels here. As much as Gotham was a city of hardened realists, there still was so much hope about it. Hope people got home safely, that the Bats would get where they were need in time, that the city would rebuild again and again and again. The undercurrent of hope was so strong that Danny could practically feel it moving through the city like a river.
It had been one of the reasons Danny had taken the job.
He could use hope.
He also had been very careful not to look too closely into it all. While Dannyâs early life may have been dominated by the occult, he tried to stay away from it these days outside of the necessary visits to the Realm for his health. As much as the Far Frozen was full of ghost yetis, Frostbite was still a being of science and being there felt more like a cold vacation to his weird relatives than anything else those days.
Danny was actually worried that he was getting close to needing another visit. He shouldnât, not yet. He wasnât actually due back for another three months, but the thought of visiting Frostbite had been pulling at the back of Dannyâs mind. The most annoying part of it all, is that there wasnât any concrete reason that Danny felt he needed to go, just a lot of little things: the ache was deeper in his bones, heâd been missing noticing little things, his near constant vertigo was worse, and, oddest of all, he had been feeling chilled.
Maybe he should just take a long weekend and go for a quick visit.
Lucius would undoubtedly approve of the break.
Tomorrow, Danny would ask tomorrow.
(As long as he remembered.)
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Hi! Just saw your request are open. I thought it would be a great to request a OS of Kenji Sato x Fem! Reader.
I got inspired by that song of "Too Sweet" from Hozier and I got the idea of how good is Reader with Emi, (since she knows he's Ultraman and also raises a baby Kaiju alone) such a Sunshine, even Emi sees her as a new maternal figure, he thinks she's too sweet, getting the idea of having kids with her but having the thought she deserves better.
But she thinks on the contrary, he's such a bad boy with a good heart. If you wanna add more things, it's up to you. I'll leave it to your imagination. Take your time and no need to rush. Take care.
Too Good, Too True
Kenji Sato x Reader
Word Count: 1,456
Genre/Warnings: Established Relationship, Found Family
Authorâs Note: Particularly in love with this one, and Too Sweet plays rent-free in my head.
MASTERLIST
You know everything about Kenji: his pastâthe reason heâs distant from his dad, his secretâthat heâs Ultraman, and his love child the 20-foot-tall kaiju baby in his basement.
You guys have been together for a long while now, even before everyone knew him as Ken Sato, the baseball starâthe one whose name dominates the headlines.
With millions of adoring fans, youâre grateful you still have a place in his life. At first, there was a looming thought at the back of your head that tells you how easily replaceable you are.
No matter how you repress the thought, the fact remains that it is true. Who are you when compared to Kenji? You werenât a model, an icon, a singer, or the daughter of a CEOâlike all the other women waiting in line for him.
You were just⊠you. Simply (y/n) in her soft pastel and floral dresses. You donât own a lot either, just a flower shop in LA. Your favorite hobby is tending to your garden where you grew the flowers that you sold.
All of your issues regarding this have long been resolved since Kenji has always been quick to reassure you of his love. That to him, everything and anyone else pails in comparison to you. He wishes you knew your impact on his life.
You have always been his breath of fresh air. It started at college during his baseball trainings, heâd wait for a certain girl to pass by. His eyes were always quick to find you among your group of friends.
On his games, you were his number one cheerleader. Your friends and his teammates were always so surprised to see the quiet dainty girl that you were yelling and cheering for his name.
Back when his mom was around, you got along with her so well. Kenji would find you and his mom in their kitchen baking cakes and making cute little pastries.
His mom loved having you around. You were always welcome at his house. When she found out that you were an international student who flew to LA alone and lived in a dorm, she almost wanted to adopt you.
But ainât no way Kenji wanted to be just a brother in your life.
Many things have changed since then. In becoming a baseball star, half of his life was no longer private. In becoming Ultraman, his responsibilities were no longer limited to that of his career and personal life. And in becoming a daddy to a kaiju baby, he realized you deserve better.
You came over to his house every day to visit Emi. He admired your patience with her and how you were always a ray of sunshine to everyone, including a kaiju. And youâre not afraid of playing with her even if she could literally crush you out of nowhere.
Youâd come over with fresh flowers picked from your parentsâ garden. Youâd make big flower crowns just for Emi and smaller ones for yourself and Mina.
Today was a particularly rough day as Kenji got home from a game. You wanted to accompany him today but he insisted for you to watch over Emi. He has been feeling like shit lately, not knowing what to do with Emi and his declining performance in his games.
Upon passing by the kitchen table, he sees a can of his favorite fizzy drink. Under it, a note. He lifted the can and read, âleft this up here so mina wonât see (ïœĄ- .âą)â
For the first time that day, he smiled. Youâve always told him how lucky you thought you were for being with someone as great as him. But the truth is, itâs the other way around.
In one go, he finished his drink so he could immediately head down to see you. You and Mina were too busy playing with Emi to notice him. He stayed at the lounge where he could see you from the other side of the glass.
There you were, beautiful, with flowers adorning your hair. You looked so pure and innocent. Your gentle demeanor had always put him at ease.
Your expressive eyes looked up at Emi in an attempt to communicate beyond words. Kenji loved your eyes. They were always filled with warmth and kindness but when you look at him, all he sees is love.
On the contrary, thereâs him. He and his troubled past.
He is distant from his dad, wanting little to no connection with him. If it wasnât for his mom, he wouldnât have returned to Japan.
You werenât like that. You had a good relationship with your parents. You deserve someone who could give you and your future children the same kind of environment you grew up inâpeaceful and without the fear of the possibility that one day, your husband might not come home.
He worries heâd be like his dad, absent. He is Ultraman now. His duties would one day require him to be away, sometimes without notice and for extended periods. You deserve someone who can be there for you consistently.
He is constantly under the scrutiny of the public eye, both as Ultraman and the baseball star that he is. And the public is not often gentle. You deserve a private and peaceful life, away from the criticisms of society.
Kenji loves you dearly, he really does. But oftentimes, he thinks heâs not the best person for you. He thinks you deserve someone who can offer you a simpler and safer life.
Too deep in his thoughts, he failed to notice you enter the room. The kiss you gave on his cheek pulled him back to reality.
âTough day?â You asked, sitting beside him on the couch.
âYeah,â he nodded. âBut Iâm okay now. Youâre here now.â He turned to look at you, his rest.
âWould you like to talk about your day?â You asked, reaching out to brush strands of his hair away from his face.
He shook his head. âIâd like to hear about yours first.â
You smiled, excited to tell him what you planned on doing. Since heâs staying here in Japan for good, you thought you would too. The flower shop in LA would be left in a good friendâs care. And here, you thought of working as a kindergarten teacher. You had doubts before but after being able to take care of Emi and enjoying it, you were now sure that this is the kind of job for you.
Kenjiâs expression shifted upon knowing this. A shadow of doubt crossed his face. âWhatâs wrong?â you asked. âDo you not approve?â
âYou deserve better,â he said, eyes falling downward before turning away to lean properly on the couch.
Confused, you leaned back as well. âBetter job?â You asked. âKenji, I think this is the besââ
âBetter than a guy whoâs got a kaiju baby to take care of and a past, present, and future thatâs complicated,â he continued his earlier statement, cutting you mid-sentence.
You were shocked. You never expected him to feel this way. You felt bad because for every time he assured you of his love, you failed to realize that he needed reassurance too.
âOh no, Kenji,â you said. You turned his face to look at you, cupping it with both of your hands. âYouâre a good man.â
âIâm worried, (y/n),â he said softly. âI worry that I canât give you the life you deserve.â
He wants to marry you, he truly does. He dreamed of having children with you, teaching them, watching them grow. And when all is done, living the rest of his life with you.
When he passes by jewelry stores, he always thinks of you. Heâd get in, and browse their selection of rings, but thinking of how youâre too sweet for him holds him back from buying.
"You're the best man for me, Kenji. Not despite your past and your duties, but because of them. They've shaped you into the person I love,â you told him.
âYou're a wonderful father to Emi. And if you ever wanted moreâif you ever wanted us to be more,â you leaned in to press your forehead on his. âI know you'll be an amazing father because of how you love me every day.â
Kenji closed his eyes, leaning into your touch, the tension slowly leaving his body. "You really believe that?"
"Every word," you said softly. "You are my home, Kenji. As long as we're together, I'm not afraid of anything."
He opened his eyes, looking at you with a mixture of relief and gratitude. "Thank you, (y/n),â he said. âI don't know what I'd do without you."
"You'll never have to find out," you replied, pulling him into a tight embrace.
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đđđ đđđđđđ đđ...
âćœĄSUMMARY.; Things I believe he would do in a relationship that youâd (us.. all of us..đ) would find attractive
âćœĄFEATURED.; ARMANDO ARETAS x READER
âćœĄTROPE.; Established Relationship
âćœĄFORMAT.; HEADCANON
âćœĄGENRE.; FLUFF + SUGGESTION + A TINY BIT OF ANGST
âćœĄWARNINGS.; mature language, mature actions, a lil bit of Armandoâs toxicity shining thru, brief mentions of choking (not in like heâs gonna kill u type of wayđ) brief mentions of violence, a little bit of spoilers ahead.
âćœĄNOTES.; heyyyy thank u guys SAURRRR much for the love on the last Armando work I posted, Iâm glad so many of yall liked it and I will continue to post and write about him đ«¶đœ. (And yeah I took that picture on the middle so be free to save.. cause whew lord..). I hope you guys enjoy this oneđđ.
REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATEDđ«¶đœ.
[IN PUBLIC]
⏠Armando would keep an eye on you, especially since heâs not a very trusting person to most
⏠Heâs like very aware of the space youâre both in so heâd keep you at least within arms reach of him if itâs just a regular kind of day
⏠And heâd also do that thing where if he wants you to move, heâll grab your waist and either shift you to where he wants you to do, or heâll do that just to pass behind you
⏠And he a quiet person so instead of using many words, he just stares and expects you to know what heâs thinking
⏠If a situation arises where youâre doing something that he thinks you shouldnât be doing, heâll simply clear his throat and stare and he knows you should know what heâs thinking
⏠also this man has no filter whatsoever, so if youâre talking, it doesnât even have to be to him, you could be taking to his dad or something and heâll just blurt out some of the most insane stuff in either Spanish or English
⏠(like he did to that girl when he called her fine)
⏠like if you say âim so hotâ on a day when itâs scorching outside heâd def say stuff like âI definitely agreeâ or some shit like that just to embarrass you
⏠Heâd also stare at your lips while youâre talking to him, especially if youâre mad at him
⏠and openly stare at your body too
[ON CASES || MISSIONS]
⏠you donât even have to be in a relationship for this one but just watching him fight
⏠Each movement of his is so effortless and he just looks good each and every time
⏠Heâd also probably see you staring and raise an eyebrow at you and tell you to pay attention
⏠would tease you on missions definitely
⏠especially if itâs a mission together
⏠only a bit tho cause heâs very focused on missions
⏠makes you be his backpack on his motorcycle
⏠heâd adjust your hand to where he wants it when riding the motorcycle
⏠drives it with one hand and occasionally taps at your leg with the other
⏠and if he has time, heâll teach you to fight like he does
[IN PRIVATE]
⏠in private heâs definitely an attitude fixer
⏠if you do something to piss him off heâll probably just stop talking all together until you apologize
⏠when that happens tho he furrows and raises his eyebrows a lot while clenching his jaw as a way to not get too annoyed with you
⏠curses in Spanish a lottttt
⏠and when youâre being bratty or rude to him, heâll literally grab you by the neck and bring you real close to his face then say in your ear âarregla tu actitud antes de que yo la arregle por ti..â (fix your attitude before i fix it for you..)
⏠ofc heâd do that in public too
⏠I feel like heâd be a bit clingy when alone because he doesnât like pda, so he waits until itâs private and will literally grab all over you
⏠he cooks shirtless (idc itâs true and yes he can cookđ€đœ)
⏠has told you the most mundane every day things in the sexiest voice ever
âŹwhistles when you walk in a room
⏠and slaps your butt regularly (sue me ik he doesđ€đœ)
âŹif youâre sleeping in the same bed thereâs only two places heâll sleep, on your butt or on your stomach (no in between đ€·đœââïž)
⏠uses that same condescending voice on you to tell you what to do, when youâre wrong, or to stop acting up
eugh I love him smđ„č
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Wet Dreamz (m.s)
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matt sturniolo x reader
warnings: smut and swearing
preview: matt and you were partners for a project. he unexpectedly started having sinful dreams about you, suddenly craving you ever since. one thing nobody knew; he was a virgin.
ây/n, you will be partnered with Matt.â the teacher says trying to grab your attention. ây/n? are you listening?â you snap out of your thoughts and look at him. âhuh?â you ask. âyouâre partnered with Matt for this project.â he replies with an unamused look. you look around before you look back at him. âwhoâs that?â you ask.
he lets out a sigh before speaking, âMatt raise your hand.â you look around again as you catch the eyes of a brown haired boy. you werenât mad about it. he looked decent.
you get up and walk to where he was sitting. ânext time y/n, i expect you to be paying attention. this project will effect your grade drastically if you do poorly.â you hear the teacher say looking at you. all you do is nod. you were barely passing the class.
Mattâs POV
i got paired with y/n. she didnât even know who i was. i knew of her because she would get in trouble constantly due to her lack of focus. as she came to sit next to me, we clicked right away. we both dreaded school, but who doesnât? as much as i didnât like school, i still paid attention, unlike her, so i had to explain the whole point of the project to her.
we exchanged numbers after class so that we could talk about when we could meet up to work on it. we only had two weeks to complete it. i knew i had to stand on top of it because i know she wonât.
a few days pass, me and y/n still working on the project together, with us having to meet at lunch. i got to know a little bit more about her. she was pretty cool to talk to. we even started texting without talking about the project itself. so when this is done, itâd be cool to hang with her.
meeting during lunch really wasnât a good idea. there was too much distractions. so i took the opportunity to invite her over to my place after school. she agreed and i ended up driving her with me once the final bell rang.
End of Mattâs POV
you and Matt were in his room as you sat on the floor. you were reading over some information from the website the teacher recommended and you were feeling overwhelmed. âall of this is hurting my head.â you say laying back on the floor. Matt lets out a small laugh as he responds, âme too. i donât get how this will be beneficial in the future.â you shot up looking at him, âexactly! school is so bullshit to me. they donât even teach real world shit.â you say sighing. âi agree. but i didnât put up with almost 12 years of school just to fail.â he says. you groan, âright. it would be wasteful. iâm pretty sure you donât have anything to worry about. my grades are literally on the edge of failing.â âwell, i could help you.â he suggests. all you do is let out a laugh, âtrust me, teaching me is hard.â
âiâve been teaching you these past days. trust me i know.â Matt responds as you both let out a laugh. âitâs hot in here.â you say taking off your hoodie, pulling down your shirt as it lifted a bit. Matt looks at you as he catches a glimpse of your cleavage. he looks away quickly, clearing his throat. where has all of that been hiding? he wonders. âwell letâs continue working on this.â he says trying to move past it. all you do is nod as you lay on your stomach continuously reading.
when you werenât paying attention, Matt would stare at you slightly. he would stare at the way your tits were pressed against the floor, thinking how perfect they were.
after a few hours, Matt takes you home. âthank you for the ride.â you say smiling, slinging your backpack on one shoulder. âyeah of courseâ he replies. you open the door stepping out, but as you get up, your hoodie raises slightly revealing your thong peeking out above your jeans slightly. Matt catches a glimpse turning red. you shut the door and walk away. he sits there in his car for a bit as he gulps before driving away.
Matt arrives home tidying his room before going to bed. he picks up one of his notebooks as he sees a sticky note on it reading, âthank you for dealing with me as a partner - Y/Nâ.
he smiles at the note as he puts it down on his bed side table, getting into bed. as he lays there, he couldnât help but think about what his eyes caught from you earlier. your cleavage and your thong. he couldnât stop thinking about it. âMatt stop that.â he whispers to himself before shutting his eyes going to sleep.
Mattâs dream POV
you and Matt were sitting on your bed working on the project. Matt wasnât paying attention to you as much and you were bothered by it. you took matters into your hands and you closed the book he was studying. you got on top of him, sitting on his lap as he gets caught off guard. you pull him into a passionate kiss and next thing you knew, you were under the covers tangled together naked.
End of Mattâs dream
Mattâs POV
i woke up sitting up quickly with my breathing uneven. what was that?! my heart was racing. did i just have a wet dream?!
i pulled up the covers to see a wet stain on top of the crotch of my sweats. what the fuck. this has never happened before. with y/n?! why? because of what i saw yesterday? i never even had sex before. how could i have easily dreamed of it? i gulp before getting up. i head to the bathroom to clean myself. i really canât believe that just happened. now all i could do is replay it in my head. i groan at the thought.
after i got ready, i headed straight to school. on the drive there, i still couldnât stop replaying everything that happened in my dream. even if i tried to distract myself, it wouldnât go away. i needed it bad.
End of Mattâs POV
you and Matt were in class as you tried to tell him a story. all he was doing was nodding and staying quiet. âMatt? are you okay?â you question. he shakes his head before speaking, âyeah- yeah iâm good. sorry.â you give him a questionable look as you reply, âwell you werenât really paying attention as i spoke.â you laugh a bit. âoh i was.â he says with a nervous smile. âyeah okay.â you say turning your body straight, pretending to pay attention to the teacher.
Matt does the same as he groans quietly to himself. he didnât know if he should tell you or not about what he imagined. he decided to shrug it off.
it was the end of the day again as you both end up at Mattâs house. you were standing up as you rehearsed your lines on what to say for the presentation. Matt just sat there looking lost. âMatt seriously what is wrong? i canât do this without you, you know?â you say frustrated. âiâm sorry. iâve just been having a hard time.â he responds scratching the back of his neck. âwell we really need to focus on this. if you need to get something off your chest, do it now so we can continue.â you say. Matt hesitates before speaking, âokay well i sort of had an odd dream last night.â you look at him confused. âokay?â you reply. âit wasnât a normal dream.â he continues.
âwhat? were you like having sex or something?â you ask jokingly with a laugh. but he just sits there staying silent with a blank face. âoh. oh! you did!â you exclaim. âwho was it about?â asking with curiosity. âsome random girl from class.â he says lying through his teeth. âso whatâs the big deal?â you ask. âthis your first time having a wet dream?â all he does is nod. you widen your eyes, âreally? thatâs new. i wouldâve thought you were like every other guy constantly thinking about sex.â letting out a laugh. âwhy is it bothering you so much?â
âbecause, itâs weird. especially with this specific girl.â he responds. you raise an eyebrow before asking a question, âhave you ever had sex before?â the question takes Matt by surprise as he responds quickly, âof course i have!â he lies. you let out a laugh. âokay! sorry! well then you shouldnât be so weirded out. now come on. lets focus.â replying to him.
it still was eating him in the inside.
·:*šàŒș â±âźâ± àŒ»Âš*:·
after the weeks flew by, you and Matt got an âAâ for your presentation. you decided to celebrate by treating Matt with fast food. you both sat on his bed eating. âthank you for being such a good partner.â you say with a smile taking a bite from your burger. âno, thank you.â he replies. you couldnât help but notice he still was acting strange these past days. âMatt donât tell me youâre still on about the sex dream.â you ask wiping your hands with a napkin. âyou should just shoot your shot already since itâs eating you up. maybe sheâll feel the same.â he shakes his head, âi wouldnât know how to approach her. plus, thatâs weird. i had a sex dream about her and what? i just walk up to her and tell her that? that's creepy.â he replies. you laugh at his response. âwell not quite but, i donât like how youâre acting so off.â you say taking another bite.
Matt sighs as he shakes his head, âjust forget it y/n. iâm fine.â you stop in your place as you shake your head. âokay thatâs it.â placing the unfinished food on his side table. you wipe your mouth with a napkin as you look at him. it was silent for a bit until you spoke up, âdo you want to kiss me?â you blurt out. Mattâs eyes widen. âwhat?â he asks.
Mattâs POV
i hesitated for a bit. âto help distract you.â she says with a small laugh. "uh- uh yeah sure." I say hesitantly. i mean i couldnât pass up on the opportunity. i scoot closer to her. iâve only ever kissed one other person and i donât think it was good so maybe this will be different. i can hear my heart pounding out of my chest. i put my hand on her cheek as i lean in and kiss her softly. she scoots closer without breaking the kiss, putting her hands on my shoulders.
to her she might think this is just a distraction but, little did she know my dream was about her. we continue to kiss as she swings her leg around to straddle me. i put my hands on her waist as the kisses get heavier. i could feel myself get hard beneath her and i could tell she notices. i pull away from embarrassment, âiâm so sorry.â i say. all she does is smile and respond with, âitâs okay.â pulling me into another kiss. i could feel her start to grind against my clothed dick. i let out a small groan from the feeling. i pull away as i lay her down gently. âd-do you want to do this?â i say nervously but, i couldnât expose the fact this would be my first. she nods as she kisses me again. she takes off my shirt as i do the same for her. i unbutton my jeans and pull them off leaving me in my boxers as she does the same with her pants leaving her in her under garments. i gulp looking at her body. come on Matt play it cool. we kiss again as she rubs my dick through my boxers. i really hope iâm big enough.
i reach into my drawer as i pull out a condom. i bought a box just in case i were to lose it. which i am now, so it was good preparation. i open rip off the deal as i look at her. âuh.. i havenât done this in a while so.. i might not be as good.â i warn her lying. iâve never done this at all. i had to prepare her just in case i cum quick. âitâll be goodâ she reassures me. she takes the condom from my hand as i take off my boxers slowly. i see her eyes widen a bit as she slowly wraps the condom on my dick. i lay her back down, sliding her panties to the side, and align myself at her entrance. she gives me a smile as i look down at what iâm about to do. i push myself into her slowly as i watch her relax.
i hear her moan softly as i continue to push my full length into her. âshit.â i groan quietly. i watch her face as i start to thrust slowly. she shut her eyes as she bites her lip softly. i canât believe this is happening. my dream finally coming true. i pick up the pace as i put both my hands on her sides. âyes just like that.â she moans out putting her hands on my chest. i kiss her as i continue to go deeper into her keeping my fast tempo.
âfuck Matt you feel so good.â she moans. every time she spoke i felt my dick twitch. her moans were heavenly. âyouâre so perfect.â i whisper to her. i lay myself on her slightly as she scratches my back. her scratches were hard as i feel the slight sting.
all my worries disappear once i find out iâm actually doing a good job. she made me feel a bit more confident. as soon as i was about to cum i pull out because i wanted to keep pleasing her. i pull her by her thighs as i put my head in between her legs. i start licking at her folds softly as she lets out a breath. i then start sliding my tongue up and down, swirling my tongue on her clit. i felt her grip my hair lightly. âoh Matt.â she moans. âyou taste so good.â i say continuing to eat her out. âMatt iâm going to cum.â she says as i start to suck on her clit. she throws her head back as she arches her back, shoving her pussy more into my face. âyes Matt just like that!â she screams out as she cums all over my mouth.
i get back up as i lick my lips, realigning myself as i thrust back into her sensitive core. she gasps as she grips onto my arms. i thrust at a fast pace before cumming inside her into the condom. âoh fuck.â i moan out.
we were both catching our breath as i pull out of her. i take off the condom and throw it in the trash. "you must be a pro or something. that was incredible.â she says sitting up putting her clothes on.
good to know. little did she know, i ain't ever did this before.
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the one where ollie lives alone (cl.16 x bearman!reader)
pairing: mainly ollie bearman x oldersister!reader for this part but there's a plenty of charles leclerc x bearman!reader here and there!
word count: 4.2k
warnings: a whole lot of stupidity mentions of death, seemingly angsty in some parts (you'll see what I mean) this might be one of my favourite parts I've written for any series ever đ it's so dumb but so funny (according to the people who proofread for me!) as always let me know what you think! your comments are always appreciated. happy reading! mimi đ€
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âJesus Y/N, what the hell is in here?â Ollie wheezed as he staggered past you, arms straining under the weight of the box he was carrying. You rolled your eyes, âYouâre so dramatic Ols, itâs literally just makeup.âÂ
âIs that the last box ma belle?â You turned and saw Charles in the doorway, staring at you fondly. âMhmm! Everything else is in the van.â You held your arms out to him and he crossed the room, pulling you in by your waist and kissing you softly, âI canât believe youâre finally coming home with meâŠâ You smiled, looping your arms round his neck, âMe either,â He booped your nose with his own, a loud cough making the two of you jump apart as Ollie leaned against the doorframe, one eyebrow raised, âAre you two done being gross?â âShut up dummy.â You punched his arm as you walked past him towards the front door. You inhaled deeply, it felt strange but exciting to be moving out and into Charlesâ apartment.Â
Behind you, Charles watched Ollie stare at you, looking like he wanted to say something. He quietly padded up behind the younger driver and nudged his arm, âAre you going to miss her?â Ollie was startled but quickly scoffed, âHmm? No way!â Charles gave him a pointed look, âI get the whole place to myself! I canât wait!â Charles gave him a smile and punched his arm gently, âWeâre only ten minutes away if you need us.â Ollie laughed, âThanks but I can manage!âÂ
⯠incident 1 - the dishwasher âč.âż Â As it turned out, Ollie could in fact, not manage. Mere hours after youâd left him, you found yourself sprinting back up the stairs, cursing the old apartment building for still not having an elevator. You reached the floor of your old apartment and checked the door to see if it was open, turning the handle and entering you called out, âOllie? I got your text!â You poked your head into each room as you went, searching for him, âWhatâs the emerâŠgenâŠcyâŠâ You trailed off as you reached the kitchen, Ollie staring up at you with wide eyes, crouching next to the dishwasher that was⊠pouring out soapy bubbles? âOllie!â âI think I made a mistake.â He said dryly, suspiciously poking some of the bubbly foam next to his shoulder, âYeah, no shit Sherlock.â You said sarcastically, thinking of a solution, âYou put dish soap in didnât you?â He nodded sheepishly, âThere were no dishwasher tablets left so I just⊠thought on my feet?â You facepalmed and sighed, âOkay well, we need to- DONâT OPEN IT!â
You looked on in horror as Ollie pulled open the door and a torrent of soapy warm foam spilled out and all over the kitchen floor, creeping further into the centre of the room, was it⊠growing? You looked over at your brother to see him staring back at you with comically wide eyes. âSo thatâs why we donât do that.â You said, face deadpan. Ollie giggled nervously, âOops?â A snort from behind you had you turning round to see Charles filming the whole thing, âOh some help you are babe.â Charles coughed to cover up his laughter as he put his phone away and entered the foamy bubbly monstrosity that was now the kitchen. âSomewhere under here thereâs a bucket and mop.â âOllie?â âYeah?â âYouâre going in.âÂ
⯠incident 2 - french toast âč.âż A few days had passed since the dishwasher incident and you dozed in Charlesâ arms, enjoying the lazy Sunday morning sun slipping through the bedroom curtains. The previous nightâs activities had left you a little worn out and with no plans for the day, you had wordlessly agreed that a cosy day in bed was just what you needed. A shrill sound pierced the air and jolted both you and Charles awake. You scrambled to find your phone, as Charles groaned, hands rubbing his face as your hand came up to feel how quickly your heart was pounding. You glanced at the screen as your hand met your phone and you scowled, Charles rubbing your back and doing his best not to laugh as he saw who was calling you, âOllie Bearman, you better have a damn good reason for calling me this early on a Sunday morning.â There was a pause, âItâs eleven oâclock?-â âThatâs not the point!â You sighed, âWhat do you need?â âWell, you see⊠I have a question.â âGo ahead,â âSo I was making french toast right? And I followed the recipe exactly as you wrote it out! Right amount of eggs, milk and sugar.â âSo whatâs the issue?â Ollie sighed, âIt wonât cook but it smells a bit smokeyâŠâ You pinched the bridge of your nose, âThen turn it down?â âI donât know how!â âTurn the hob dial down dummy!â Ollie went silent for a second, âDid you say hob dial?â Alarm bells started ringing in your head, âWhy would I adjust the hob when Iâm using the toaster.â You froze for a moment before pulling your phone away from your ear and putting it on speaker, unable to believe what you were hearing, âIâm sorry, what did you just say?â Charles gave you a concerned look, sitting even closer to you and wrapping one arm around you while the other rubbed your knee comfortinglyÂ
âI said, Iâm using the toaster.â You stared at your phone, mouth slightly agape, âYouâre making french toast in the toaster?â âCorrect.â Charles snorted and choked back a huge guffaw of laughter as the hand heâd placed on your knee came up to cover his mouth, his face turning pink with how hard he was laughing, âOllie! French toast isnât made in the toaster!â âItâs called french toast!â You pressed the video button and changed the call to facetime. Your brother stared back at you, looking rather dishevelled, âThatâs a rather deceiving name if you ask me!â You groaned, facepalming, âYou make it in a frying panâ Charles was no help next to you as he wheezed silently, grabbing his own phone to record the conversation for later use and hilarity. âWell how was I supposed to know that?!â Ollie was indignant as he pleaded with you through the screen, âOLLIE! Youâve watched me make it hundreds of times!â He pouted through the screen letting out a little âhmmphâ âWell if you hadnât abandoned me, we wouldnât have this issue would we!â You rolled your eyes, âFor the last time, I did not abandon you! I live a 10 minute walk away!âÂ
You sighed before laughing at your brother lovingly, âAlright then silly, head over for lunch and Iâll show you how to make french toast the proper way.â Charles snorted once more and you both burst into giggles as your brother scowled at you, âStop laughing at me!â Ollie whined, you caught your breath and wiped your eyes, heart warm at the silly moment you knew would turn into a fond memory, âUhhhh Y/N?â You looked back at the screen to where Ollie was turning the camera round to show you a sparking, smoking toaster, âI donât think it should be doing thatâŠâ You cursed as Charles scrambled out of bed, pulling mismatching socks on as you grabbed a hoodie, âChange of plans Ols, weâre on our way!âÂ
⯠incident 3 - Gerald âč.âż Things were peaceful for a couple of days after the french toast debacle - something you were more than thankful for, wrapped up in your perfect little bubble with Charles. Of course you continued to text Ollie, but there had been no major crisis that required your immediate attention. Until there was.Â
It had been one of those long lazy days spent at home, until Charles had announced he was taking you to dinner and told you to get all dressed up. Youâd slipped on one of his favourite numbers and heâd shown his appreciation more than once, sliding his hands round your hips and squeezing while you waited to be seated, pulling your chair out for you to sit down and sliding his hands down your arms once you were seated, moving his chair round the table to sit closer to you so he could place a slow smooch against your neck. You hummed happily as he fed you a mouthful of his dish, âI knew youâd like it!â You smiled at him, âI like most things you suggestâŠâ He bit his lip as his eyes darkened slightly, âIs that so?â You nodded, eyelashes fluttering as your lids close, âWhat if I suggested something a little⊠more intimate?â You giggled, picking up your wine glass to take a sip and hide your face, too shy to keep the eye contact, âI wouldnât mi-â Your phone blaring cut you off and you gasped, rushing to put your glass down as other customers in the restaurant glared at you, Charles chuckling quietly next to you, his hand resting on your thigh and rubbing soothingly.Â
âOllie I swear to go-â âHeâs dead.â You heard your little brother sniffle and adrenaline kicked in, âOllie, whoâs dead?â You kept your voice as calm and quiet as possible, you heard him sniffle once more before a sob left his mouth. That was all you needed to hear before you were grabbing your clutch and nodding towards the door. Charles tilted his head and you mouthed your brotherâs name. He nodded understandingly and rushed to pay the bill before you were both scurrying back to his car. As soon as you were buckled in you put your phone on speaker, âOllie⊠Honey⊠what happened?â Charles also looked panicked as he heard Ollieâs choked sob, âHe was fine and then he just⊠wasnât.â âWho Ollie, whoâs not fine?â You pleaded, âGe-â You cursed as the call cut out, âItâs okay ma belle, his phone probably just died, weâre almost there okay?â You nodded, hands nervously twisting and wringing together in your lap. Charles eyes darted to your hands for a second before looking back at the road, one hand leaving the steering wheel to gently hold your hand in his. You looked at him and squeezed, a wordless thank you.Â
As soon as Charles pulled up, you were racing out of the car, slipping your heels off and carrying them in your hand as you sprinted barefoot up the stairs of the apartment building. You reached the door and rang the bell, knocked, called his name, anything you could think of to attract his attention. The door opened slowly and it wasnât Ollie that appeared but Arthuer Leclerc, looking ever so sombre, âArthur?â Your eyes were panicked as you looked him over for any injuries or obvious isses. He simply held his hand out to indicate to you to enter and you slowly stepped through the door, âWhereâs Ollie?â Arthur nodded, head down towards the ground and the panic rose in your chest again, âHeâs in the living room, saying his goodbyes.â âGoodbyes to who?â You paced down the hallway and burst into the living room, your jaw dropping at the sight you saw.
Ollie stood in front of the coffee table that was lit with candles, dressed in a suit and your brain suddenly registered that Arthur had been dressed the same way. You were even more concerned when you saw Arthurâs girlfriend fully dressed in black, standing next to Ollie with a comforting hand on his shoulder. You approached him slowly, arms opening and your expression softening as he turned to you with a red splotchy nose and red-rimmed eyes, he fell into your arms and you patted his back, gently shushing him, âWhat happened, Ols?â âHeâs gone.â Ollie croaked out, âWhoâs gone honey?â Your voice was gentle as you stroked his hair, the same way you did when he was younger and couldnât sleep, âGerald.â âOh.â You said softly, âWas he a friend?â Ollie nodded and you held back a wince as he rubbed his snotty nose onto your shoulder, knowing he needed you, âHe was such a good friend.â You led him over to the couch and sat down, his head falling onto your shoulder as you continued to play with his hair.Â
You were aware of Charles appearing in the doorway and you gave him a brief smile, before turning your attention back to Ollie, âWould I know this friend?â Ollie nodded, his sobs quieting to sniffles, âYou were his friend before I was.â Your stomach dropped as you frantically thought of who Ollie could possibly be referring to, feeling guilty that your mind was blank, âThe funeral was lovely.â Arthurâs girlfriend nodded solemnly, a hand over her heart as the other hand came up to dab her eyes with a tissue, âThe funeral has already happened?â You were confused as Arthur nodded, âJust before you got here.â Your eyes shot to Charles who was just as concerned and confused as you, âWait, the funeral was here?â Ollie scoffed, âWell where else would it have been?â âWait Ollie,â You held his face in front of yours, âWhy was the funeral in your apartment?â âHe wanted to be remembered in the place he was most happyâŠâ Ollie sighed wistfully, his head turning to look at the coffee table once more.Â
You squinted, focusing on a shape amidst the flickering candles and once more your mouth gaped as you stood up and stormed over to the other side of the room. âOllie. Bearman.â You gritted your teeth, âDonât tell me that this was all about a fucking cactus?â âSucculent!â Ollie snapped at you, wiping away a tear from under his eye, âHe was a succulent,â He whispered as he looked down at the floor. Charles broke first, snorting in the doorway and you watched as he did his best to choke down his laughter, coughing and shaking his head, you watched as he excused himself from the room for a moment to force a solemn expression back onto his face. He returned but you could see the laughter threatening to bubble over as he took in the sight before him. Ollie, his younger brother and his younger brotherâs girlfriend all dressed in black and in mourning for a succulent that sat sadly on the coffee table and looked like it had been watered a little too much.
âIâm glad you got here,â Arthur spoke up suddenly, âOh goodie, do tell me why.â Your tone was sarcastic. âWeâre about to do the funeral exit.â Charles was holding in his laughter so much that he now had tears streaming down his face and Arthur patted his back with a âthere, thereâ and handed him a tissue. âArthurâs girlfriend has agreed to sing the exit song and weâre so thankful she has.â âWho is we Ollie?â You brow furrowed as you looked around the living room, âI-IâŠâ You sighed. âGo ahead.â You all stood still, heads to the floor as Arthurâs girlfriend launched into a rendition of âMemoryâ from Cats, âMiiiiiiidniiiiiight, not a sound from the paaaaavemeeeent.â Charles quietly crossed the room to stand next to you, nudging you gently with his shoulder, âInteresting date night hmm?â You growled, âDonât you dare encourage him.â Ollie approached you, âDo you want to say your final goodbyes?â âOllie, why would I care about a succulent?â He gasped, âItâs Gerald!â âYes Ollie so you said, but why would I care that itâs name is Gerald?â Ollie shook his head, âDonât even recognise your own friendâŠâ Arthur tutted and even his girlfriend gave you a disapproving look as she continued wailing in the background, you mentally made a note to apologise to the neighbours the next time you were here during normal sociable hours.Â
You rolled your eyes at your younger brother and stepped forward to âpay your respectsâ to the succulent. Your eyes narrowed, âOliver. James. Bearman. Thatâs MY fucking succulent!â âIt was nice of you to wear black.â He continued, nodding towards your dress and Charles blazer and pants, ignoring your exclamation. âWe were on a date!â You screeched, Charles once again powerless to help in any way, instead just collapsing with laughter. You growled as you lunged for your brother, âOllie, I swear there will be a funeral tonight.â You hissed, âYours!â
⯠incident 4 - spiderman âč.âż After everyone had said their goodbyes to Gerald, he had been unceremoniously dumped into the rubbish bin and that had been the end of it. Ollie had promised to buy you a new succulent and had learned that they did not, in fact, require watering every day, and you now forever had âMemoryâ stuck in your head. Once more, peace had been restored but you doubted it would last much longer.Â
Your theory was proved correct when a few days later, your phone rang. An unknown number. You ignored it at first, all too aware of strange reporters and crazy fans who would do anything to get closer to Charles. You simply went back to reading your book, until your phone rang again. It was an unknown number still and you grumbled, rolling your eyes and answering quite snappily, âYes? Hello?â The voice on the other end of the line seemed almost taken aback, âUmm excuse me is this Y/N Bearman?â You sighed, âYes it is, no I wonât give you a quote and yes Charles is great in bed, goodbye!-â âNo wait please! Iâm from downstairs! You live in 10B yes?â You stopped as your finger hovered over the end call button and brought the phone back up to your ear, âUhhhh I used to, yes, can I ask why?â âOh, well thereâs a man trying to climb onto your balcony and I was concerned thatâs all.â Your stomach flipped, your mind rushing to thoughts of someone breaking in when your little brother was home alone, âIâll come over now! My younger brother still lives there.â You raced to grab your keys and jumped into your car, deciding to get there as soon as possible rather than walk. Who was stupid enough to break in in broad daylight? You briefly considered calling the police but you were sure the idiot would be gone by the time you got there. Your car pulled up and you craned your neck to look up at the balcony of your old apartment. Your eyes widened and you gasped as you spotted that there was indeed a man hanging off of your balcony, âHoly shit,â You mumbled, scrabbling to open the door and race towards the apartment complex. The closer you got you squinted as you realised the hoodie looked ever so familiar. âOllie?!â You yelled up and shrieked as your brother looked down at you, giggling nervously as his feet kicked back and forth as he desperately searched for a footing, âWhat the fuck are you doing?â âUhhh I can explain!â He yelled back to you, âH-hold on, Iâm on my way up!â You hurried up the stairs, once more cursing the lack of elevator as you finally reached your floor, unlocking the door and rushing through the apartment to french doors out onto the balcony.Â
âWhat the fuck were you thinking?â You screeched, leaning over the balcony and diving to grab him and pull him up, âOllie thatâs so fucking dangerous!â âLook!â You heard a kid shout from the street below, âItâs Spiderman!â You scoffed and rolled your eyes, "He wishes!" You paused for a moment to yell back, before resuming hauling your brother over the apartment balcony. âHow did you even get up here? Why are you up here?â Ollie chuckled, panting slightly as he finally threw one leg over the ledge, âFunny story actuallyâŠâ You raised an eyebrow, âWell please share,â âI forgot my keyâŠâ âI-â In your shock you almost let go of him and his scream attracted the attention of yet more passers by below, laughing and pointing at the odd sight they were witnessing. You smiled down awkwardly before turning back to Ollie once more, âWhy didnât you call me?â Ollie whined as you began to tell him off, âBecause I didnât want you to find outâŠâ âOh so this was a better idea- Ah!â You squeaked as Ollie tumbled over the ledge and onto the balcony. Landing on your stomach in a tangle of limbs, âYour foot is up my butt!â âYeah well it wouldnât be if you hadnât been being stupid! Anyway, get your elbow out of my eye!â âOh Iâm sorry, I was making sure I wasnât about to fall to my death!â You shoved Ollie off of you and led there on your back, panting, Ollie much the same,
âFor the record, you are the shittiest spiderman there is.â âThanks, thatâs really boosting my confidence.â âGlad I could help.âÂ
⯠the resolution âč.âż âWe need more protection.â You announced loudly, stepping into the kitchen âExcuse me?!â Charles choked on his protein shake, cheeks turning pink and you heard Max snort on the phone, âGod, no! You pervs⊠I meant like, we need protection from Ollie and his dumbass incidents.â Max cackled, âCharles has sent me the videos, I was dying at the dishwasher incident.â You groaned, crossing the room to stand next to Charles who sat at the breakfast bar. He grinned as you rolled your eyes at Max who you could now see was on facetime. âYeah, well Iâm turning grey way sooner than I should!â You joked. You chatted with Max a little longer before Charles signed off with the promise of joining him to game later.Â
You sighed, leaning against Charlesâ side, âWhatâs wrong ma belle?â You took another breath and paused, âIâm just⊠worried about OllieâŠâ Charles put his arm around you and rubbed your back soothingly, âWhat has you so worried mon amour?â His expression was warm and you knew he wasnât angry with you, rather genuinely curious, âI just feel like⊠maybe he isnât ready to live on his own yet?â Charles nodded at you and you took that as a signal to continue, âI mean, heâs always had me there to help him and I know someday heâs gonna have to get used to me not being there but I just feel like right nowâŠâ You trailed off with a sigh, âHe still needs you.â Charles finished and you gave him a grateful smile and nodded. âBut, I donât wanna leave you. I love living with you and having you around and I love just... living life with you. Am I selfish for not wanting to give that up?â You bit your lip, moving away from Charles to pace the kitchen floor. Charles shook his head with a fond smile,Â
âMa belle⊠Youâre not selfish for wanting to do something for yourself and Iâm proud of you for wanting to pursue that, especially since itâs me you want,â he slid his arms around you as you stepped next to him and dragged you backwards to him, making you giggle, âbut I also know that you want to be there for family and I can understand that, you guys are close, the same way that me and Thur are, probably even closer.â You hummed, leaning back against him, âThank you for being so understanding.â You sighed, âNow I just need to work out how to fix itâŠâ Charles smiled and turned you round in his arms, nudging your nose with his, âWell⊠we have a spare room?âÂ
Which is how you found yourself hauling boxes upstairs a week later, âJesus Ollie, what the hell is in here?â You wheezed out and Ollie simply smiled at you, patting you on the head as he walked past you, arms empty, âYouâre so dramatic Y/N, itâs literally just a few bits.â You poked your tongue out at him as he mimicked your words from just a couple of months ago. âIs that it mate?â Charles head appeared from behind the apartment door and Ollie nodded, as you finally conquered the stairs and planted the box down on the hallway floor. âNow letâs go over the rules one more time Ols.â He sighed, âFineâŠâ âRule one?â You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow, âNo dish soap in the dishwasherâŠâ He grumbled, Charles chuckled, âRule two?â âNo cooking without supervision.â Ollie recited as you nodded, âDonât worry, that rule applies to Charles too.â âHuh?!â âShush baby, rule three?â You turned back to Ollie, âNo watering the succulents unless instructed, no matter how sorry I feel for them.â You nodded, âI am not having a repeat of Gerald and the⊠funeral.â You shuddered, as Charles snorted before asking, âRule four?â âAlways call one of you two if I forget my keysâŠâ âAnd?â You raised an eyebrow, âNo climbing balconies under any circumstances.â You clapped your hands together and smiled, âGood! Well I canât think of anything else, can you?â
You turned to Charles who shook his head and Ollie who just shrugged, âIn that case, letâs go! Pizza for dinner sound good?â The three of you walked into the apartment and the door to the hallway swung shut, your arguments about pizza toppings muffled through the door, but the happiness and love you felt for each other not dulled in the slightest.
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birthday- w. maximoff
pairing: fwb!wanda x reader
summary: misunderstandings can change things.
a/n: hi all! i hope yall are good! i wrote this a little bit after the first part came out. i love angst! unsure if i want a third part. also, if you donât like this literally donât tell me because im sensitive and cry easily
minors do not interact
âi assumed you wouldâve confessed to wanda by nowâ natasha says as she fixes a pile of papers on your desk, âyou know, since youâre head over heels for herâ
nat smirks as you give her the side eye and roll your eyes, you swivel your chair towards her.
âiâm not head over heels for her. iâm ju-â
âstupid?â
narrowing your eyes and tilting your head to the side, âokay, noâ
meeting natasha was by far one of the greatest strokes of luck in your life. sure, she could be blunt at timesâ but when it comes down to it, she tells you what you need to hear.
unfortunately, this was also one of those times.
she has constantly insisted on the idea that you need to muster up the courage to tell wanda about your feelings for her. she always says that she believes wanda feels the same towards you, but your insecurities and doubt always get in the way.
except this would actually be the second time you confess, not the first. not that you even are aware of that fact.
you donât really recall the first time you told wanda how you felt about her. you were drunk at a party, and only wanda has a clear memory of it. however, out of respect for you and your ability to get embarrassed quickly, wanda never brought it up again.
âi just feel like itâs a losing game, you know?â you say softly, rubbing your temples, âi always thought that if one of us were to tell the other if we caught feelings, it would be her. sheâs always been more upfront with her emotions than i have. i think she really only sees me as what weâd agreed upon, nat. what if im just a way for her to pass time?
you pout softly, your emotions now coming forth in front of your long time friend and colleague.
âi just feel like she treats me like a girlfriend some days, and other days itâs just,â you take in a deep breath and groan out of frustration, âother days she tells me about a girl she saw, or someone she matched with on a dating app. do you know what i mean? i get mixed signals sometimesâ
nat looks at you with a sympathetic look on her face, biting her lip slightly to keep from saying anything she really shouldnât.
truth is, nat always had an feeling that you two would end up together one way or another, sheâs always rooted for you two. the only way that could happen is if the two of you get your head out of your asses. in fact, sheâd tried to get wanda to come forth about her own feelings.
however, wanda was dating someone at the time of said conversationâ and out of respect for her then partner, wanda kept her quiet and buried her feelings deep inside. timing has never been on your side, will it ever?
âi donât know if thereâs anything i can say to get you to tell her, but,â she raises her eyebrows and makes her voice firm to try to emphasize her point, âall i can say is that wanda is a beautiful girl whoâs got brains and a personality on her. she wonât be around forever. you know you wonât forgive yourself if you donât at least try with herâ
there it is, the brutal truth you knew that natasha was going to throw at youâ and what sucks the most is the fact that itâs exactly what you needed to hear.
wanda has had to call off your agreement on a few occasions because sheâd gotten serious with two girls; and each time itâd left you sobbing in natashaâs arms in her apartment because you couldnât fathom the thought of wanda with another girl.
with a soft nod, âhow should i even do that? or when?â
natasha begins another one of her long speeches about how you could be losing the person who could be the one, emphasizing how youâd be the one at fault if you let her get away.
on the drive home, you canât help but replay natashaâs words in your mind, you arenât sure why they theyâre resonating this specific time.
âdonât wait too long, you know. you never know who could come along and sweep her off her feet. thatâll be the last time you have wanda like how you have her nowâ
those specific words echo in your head as you get home, unsure why theyâre weighing heavy on your chest this time.
sighing softly, âcome on, baby, i need to get you home,â wanda says as she guides you to her car with her hand guiding you by the lower back. she had your purse and coat in her other hand, ensuring sheâd grabbed everything youâd brought with you.
you two were finally at the end of the road, officially a month from graduating college and decided to attend one last party together before you were thrown into the deep end of adulthood.
you had a few too many to drink that night and wanda knew by the fourth drink and the way you couldnât keep your hands off of her, she had to get you home safely before you ran off somewhere as soon as she took her eyes off of you.
you reached for the handle of the car door before having your hand gently smacked away.
âyou know better than that,â she started softly before opening the door for you and allowing you to get comfortable in her passenger seat. wanda knew you hated having your heels on in the car, so she crouched down to remove them before giving you a quick kiss to the cheek.
wanda pulls back gently to look at your face, your glazed eyes looking back at her with a look of.. adoration?
she smiles softly and places a gentle hand on the side of your face, âyouâre beautifulâ
rolling your eyes and trying to hide your blush, you giggle and nudge her shoulder in a playful manner.
wanda chuckles at how youâre easy to fluster with just two words. placing another small kiss to your cheek, she closes the passenger door.
you watched as she rounded the car and get into the drivers seat with low lidded glazed eyes, a small crooked smile on your face as you watch her. the maroon mid length dress she wore was nothing short of elegant. her curled dark hair and light makeup enhanced her features so beautifully that you feared youâd somehow spill your guts to her if she made one more right move.
but you couldnât. wanda was seeing someoneâ granted, it wasnât serious nor do you think theyâd even slept together, but you were terrified of being that girl.
in fact, you were too. you had been seeing maria from your public policy course for the past two months but you could never bring yourself to feel for her what you so deeply felt for wanda. you two had a mutual break up a few days later.
wanda enters the car and shrugs off her coat, her arm muscles now showing even more with the street light illuminating the inside of the car in a specific way. she fixes her hair and puts on her seat belt before she looks over at you with concern.
âyou okay, bub? whatâs wrong?â wanda asks softly, placing a gentle hand on your thigh as she furrows her eyebrows at your distant far off look.
wanda had no idea what was going through your head, not a single clue as to what was about to come out of your lips.
âdo you ever think meant to be together? or are we just destined to be some sort of parallel line that run close but never touchâ
a flicker of panic come over wandaâs face and her gentle caress on your thigh stops abruptly.
the air in the car now feels heavier, as if the spoken words have broken the âcasual-nessâ of your spoken agreement.
wanda always hoped you two would speak about this, but when you were sober and coherent.
it came out of your lips so naturally, as if youâd said it before.
like this has been weighing heavily on your mind for a while.
wandaâs heart clenched, especially at the fact that she had finally realized that youâd been wondering about the same thing she had for years.
âi-â
wanda was completely and utterly dumbfounded for the first time when it came to you. she often, noâ not often, always had an idea of what would come out of your mouth.
she often found herself staring at you when youâd speak to your friends from across the room. sheâd smile at how animatedly youâd react to people words and how youâd cover your mouth as youâd giggle at a joke someone said. she could easily pride herself in the fact that she knew you.
but this, what youâd just said, had her tongue tied.
she wished you were sober. she wished you were sober so she could confess that sheâd been in love with you for so long, before you two even agreed to get into bed with each other. that ever since you two were nineteen during your first year of college, she couldnât stop thinking of you in a way that friends shouldnât think of each other in.
but you were drunk.
you were seeing someone and so was she.
so she made the hard decision to keep her silence and take you home safely, without any casualties.
âyouâre drunk,â she says sadly, her eyes showing every ounce of emotion going in through her head, âletâs save this for another dayâ
that day never came.
walking through the door of wandaâs apartment to get into the party wanda said sheâd throw you, youâre instantly greeted with a bunch of your closest friends and a few extra guests who happened to be their plus ones.
immediately, you found yourself scanning the room and smiling at the people who were in the space. you could hear chatter and laughter, warming your heart knowing that it all came from the people you knew and loved.
with soft music in the background and the smell of wandaâs cooking, you feel immediately at ease with the atmosphere of the party.
you walk in and are greeted by your friends wishing you a happy birthday. after thanking them and giving them hugs, you find yourself by the drink table to try and loosen up.
wanda was considerate enough, as always, to ensure that the people who were invited to the party were people you could actually stand to hold a conversation with unlike other parties where you had to endure endless small chat that rotted at your brain.
speaking of wanda, youâd yet to see her even though this is her apartment. you try your best to subtly look around the room for any sight of the girl who takes up space in your mind every day.
scanning the room, you look for the dark haired girl but come up short. pouring softly, you take another sip of your drink and go to find natasha who has a look of amusement on her face as she watches you search for wanda.
âhow nice of you to finally make it to your own birthday party,â she teases, âyou look nice. is this the dress wanda bought you?â
it was. in fact, youâd never been a fan of dressing too girly until wanda coaxed you into letting her buy you a dress, and this one happened to be the most recent one sheâs bought you.
she was always a fan of how baby blue looked on you. she liked it so much on you that she took it upon herself to buy you another two dresses, each could be used for different events.
this specific dress fell just below mid thigh and you paired it with a simple pair of white heels. you kept your makeup natural and did your hair, subconsciously styling yourself the way you know wanda would compliment. i mean, she is the one who bought you this dress and threw you this party.
what are friends with benefits for if not that?
trying to hide a small blush at natashaâs words, you nod softly and try to look away to avoid her incessant teasing.
she laughs softly and nudges your shoulder, âi havenât seen herâ
you turn back to her with a furrow of your brows and try to act like you donât know what sheâs talking about.
âyour girlfriend,â she says in a monotone voice, as if itâs obvious who sheâs talking about.
a small pout forms on your lips as you realize that no oneâs seen wanda. everything seemed to be flowing smoothly and it didnât seem like she needed to go out to get anything for the party, so where could she be?
turning back to natasha and excusing yourself to go grab a quick snack from the kitchen, you turn on your heel to grab a quick breather before having to go back out and socialize all night.
while at the table, you feel a presence right next to you, staring. agatha.
âwell, well,â she begins in that tone of hers, âit seems like your girlfriend isnât yours anymore, huh? is that why youâre all alone?â
you quickly whip your head towards her. not yours anymore? your body feels like itâs gone cold and you canât pry your eyes away from agatha, almost trying to urge her to say something else, to continue on with what she just started.
âwhat do you mean?â
agathasâs smirk widens as she realizes shes hit a nerve.
âwell, sheâs not glued to you like usual. no cozying up, no fetching you whatever you need, having you on her lap. i mean, what do you mean what do i mean?â
patience wearing thin and not wanting to deal with agatha beating around the bush, you step closer to her with a firm look on your face, âwhere is wanda? whoâs she with?â
agatha is caught off guard by your sudden jealous and angry demeanor, she drops the act.
tilting her head towards the crowd, and giving you a look of pity, âsorry, babe. last i saw her she was cozying up with a girl with a green dress. you took to long to get your girl.â
your blood runs cold for the umpteenth time in just the past twenty minutes. itâs almost like your body knew this was coming but your brain didnât. had you just lost wanda? was it for good this time?
you turn your head to look for natasha in the living room, sheâs already looking at you with a look of pity. she nods her head to the opposite side of the living room, gesturing towhere wanda is with a dark haired girl.
a knot twists inside of your chest and it feels like the air has been knocked out of you. itâs like a movie you hate but canât tear your eyes away from. wanda looks beautiful, happy.
and you hate it.
the two look comfortable together, sitting too close for your liking. wandaâs left leg is over her right and the girl has her hand placed on her thigh.
wandaâs looking at her with a look you believed was only meant for you. the softly smile on her face and the way her eyes drift down to the girls lips makes you sick.
theyâre well into a conversation and you can see how wanda is laughing at her jokes, placing her hand on the girlâs forearm as she throws her head back in a fit of laughter.
it seems all too natural and intimate.
every interaction you watch them share feels like a blow to the stomach, the air feeling like itâs being knocked out of you again.
in this moment, you slowly begin to realize that wanda was never yours. every shared moment that you two shared together, every kiss and caress, was just a way to pass the time.
you feel nauseous.
you excuse yourself from agatha and quickly find a way to wandaâs patio, where itâs vacant and you can hide for a while out here.
wandaâs apartment had a beautiful view of the city. you two often sat outside together and cuddled with a blanket and a cup of coffee after work often. you found comfort in wanda, even if you were unsure of what you two were.
she worked hard for everything she had in life and it was something you truly admired about her. she didnât have the easiest upbringing and the fact that she still remains soft after it all and continued to be a beautiful is something you love about her.
replaying the conversation with both natasha and agatha, you canât help but feel like a complete idiot as you realize how everything almost felt as if it was foreshadowing to this very moment.
you hear the door to the patio open but donât turn back, you already know who it is.
familiar soft footsteps stop right next to you and you immediately smell her perfume. itâs the same one you gave her a few years ago and for the first time, it makes you sick.
âyouâre wearing the dress,â amusement in her voice as she looks at the city with you, âand you look beautifulâ
you smile softly but donât engage in conversation, just acknowledging her compliment. wanda frowns softly at your lack of attention, not used to you immediately turning around and throwing back a flirt remark at her.
watching you from the side of her eye, she can tell just by your body language that something is bothering you.
you two stand at the patio railing for another few minutes, just in each others presence, until she decides to point out the elephant in the room.
âare you okay?â she asks, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder.
wandaâs concern warms your heart, but you know itâs just meant to be in a friendly way. the way she always looks out for you always tugs on your heart strings.
you want to get angry with her. you want to yell and scream at her to get the hell away from you. ask her why she would string you along with pretty words and gentle gestures that screamed âi love you.â
but you canât.
because at the end of the day, somehow you always find yourself back in wandaâs arms and you could never tell her you hate her. it just isnât true. it couldnât ever be true.
forcing the emotion down your throat, you force yourself to tell her youâre okay. forcing a smile as you look at her, you try to fake it.
but wanda knows you.
âbub,â with a soft voice, âwhatâs wrong?â
there it is. she knows exactly what to say, how to say it, and how to get her way.
âi just,â a deep breath, âi didnât know youâd be bringing a date to the party.â
wandaâs face falters and she doesnât know what to say. the girl back there was not at all her date, nor could she even fathom the idea of bringing another girl when today was supposed to be about you.
she dismissively waves a hand in front of her as she looks away, almost trying to deflect and avoid the topic, but she sees the way youâre trying to hide your hurt at the whole situation.
she begins picking at her finger nails, a nervous habit youâve tried to help her stop. trying to figure out what to say, she stares at the ground. the last thing sheâd ever want to do it hurt you, and yet here she was.
âsheâs,â a slight moment of hesitation âsheâs not my date. she just..â
her voice falters and she doesnât know how to carry on so she just sighs and looks at you with an apologetic look.
wanda looks beautiful. i mean, how could she not? sheâs wearing the outfit you love so much. the black pants and white top that youâve always said makes her look sophisticated. you two always laugh at that, especially since the thought of you two now looking and acting like fully fledged adults is something that neither of you could never wrap your heads around.
âsheâs just someone iâm talking to for the night, i swearâ wanda fidgets uncomfortably, unsure of how to navigate this conversation. sheâs never seen this side of you, the way your hidden jealousy wants to boil over.
you give her a sad smile and just shake your head, silently telling her she doesnât have to continue. placing your hands over hers, you hold onto them tightly and bring them up to your lips to place a soft kiss against her knuckles.
âthank you for the party, wandsâ
wanda panics immediately, the way you said that felt like it had some sense of finality to it. anxiety fills her chest and she feels like her legs could give out at any minute. she tries to say something, anything, to get you to stay with her.
but sheâs caught off guard and she doesnât have anything on the tip of her tongue, except for the three words sheâs wanted to say for so long.
giving her a hug, you hold her tightly and allow yourself to feel her touch one last time. you want to tell her you love her, tell her everything that youâve been meaning to say.
but you fall short, like on every occasion youâve wanted to confess.
you give her a kiss on the cheek and hold her waist as you pull back, smiling softly at her.
in this moment, you fully understand what natasha meant by telling you, âif youâre not going to tell her how much she means to you and you love her, you need to let her go. you know she deserves that much.â
wanda tries to hold onto you tightly, as if youâll float away if she even let go for a fraction of a second. her heart was racing and she was on the verge of tears.
you release wanda as you take a step back, looking at her face and trying to take in as much of her as possible knowing this very well may be the last time you see her.
âiâll see you.â
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the perfect pair [part two]
synopsis: their reaction to finding out you have a tcg card of them
characters: scaramouche, alhaitham, arlecchino, childe, and kinich x gn!reader (separately)
warnings: mostly fluff with like a pinch of angst in alhaithamâs. i also didnât proofread these :(
notes: part one got so much love and so many of you asked me to make a part two with more characters so here you guys go <3
part one
Scaramouche:
Scaramouche sees it one day while youâre both cleaning up your shared house and you accidentally knocked over your deck, scattering the cards on the floor
The card you have of him just so happens to end up right next to his foot
Heâs only ever heard of TCG in passing from other people or when Cyno was talking about it back in the tournament ages ago, but he never really cared to look into what it was
Heâs immensely confused because what the fuck is his face doing on a playing card
You embarrassedly try to explain it to him, but he just glares at it for a second before raising his brows and looking at you
âThis is really weird,â he says bluntly and flips it over in his hands while mumbling to himself, âat least they made me look cool.â
You just snatch it back from him and scoff as you put it away in your deck holder, explaining that you were going to show it to him later
âYeah, whatever, I better be the strongest card in there.â
Alhaitham:
Very unamused
Although he plays with you and the rest of the group, it isnât very often and he doesnât care about it as much as the rest of you do
You pull it out from behind your back one day as youâre both walking home from the Akademiya
âSurprise! Look what I got, isnât it so cool?â you beam at him, shoving the card in his face
He takes the card from your hand, his reaction not changing from his normal face as he does. He inspects it before giving it back to you, âSeriously? You got a card of me?â
It upsets you because you were really happy and it took nearly a month for the guy to make it for you
So the literal second your face falls and you start to get embarrassed, he backtracks completely
âNo, itâs fine. I think itâs really cool,â Alhaitham says almost instantly.
And he isnât lying either. Is it a little cheesy? Yes. However, Alhaitham secretly does like that you have it and care so much about him that you want to have him in your playing deck
So he grabs your hand and holds it tightly in his, knowing he now has another way of subtly bragging to everyone that heâs dating you
Arlecchino:
âIâm afraid I donât understand,â sheâll say when you pull out the card to show her, âWhat is this? A childrenâs game? Did one of the children put you up to this?â
You take the card back from across the table and pout at her, âNo, itâs mine. I got it because weâre dating and I wanted to have a card of you.â
Arlecchino never really understood the point of games, no less TCG of all things. So sheâs understandably confused when you start talking about it
It takes you rambling about the games rules and all the little details for her to finally believe that it really wasnât one of the kids trying to pull a prank on her or something
And she finds it endearing in a way, although she doesnât let you know that
You notice her looking a little lost and slide the card under the table and back into the rest of the deck sitting in your hands, âSorry, I can get rid of it if you want.â
âNo, thereâs no need for that. I think itâs..cute.â
Kinich:
In the nicest way possible, he doesnât really care
You show him immediately when you get it and Mualani and Kachina totally freak out
âNo way! Do they have other ones too?â theyâre both more excited than he is and ask if there were any of them since they were made after the competition
Donât get me wrong though, it isnât that he doesnât care, but more specifically, he doesnât really care about the card
Heâs more happy to see that youâre excited about it and that makes his heart swell
And if Ajaw tries to say anything about it, well he wouldnât even get the chance too because Kinich doesnât want your moment being spoiled
Heâs also very secretly a little giddy over the fact that you love him so much you want to have a card of him
Childe:
The biggest tease ever
Like he literally will never let it go once he finds the card left out on your dinner table from when you were playing with a friend the night before
âOh wow, you have a card of me? Thatâs so adorable. I hope youâre destroying all your enemies with my card,â heâll say arrogantly.
Unimpressed, you take the card from his hands while heâs laughing and shove it back in the deck
âNo,â you scoff and decide to tease him back, âyou normally die first, matter of fact. Iâve actually been meaning to find a replacement card.â
His jaw drops and he looks at you with the biggest pout, âHey! Thatâs not very nice. Who would you even replace me with anyway? Thereâs no way thereâs a stronger card out there than me.â
âBelieve me, I could definitely find one,â you smirk at him and wait as he begins to nearly throw a fit. When he really starts to believe you, you laugh and hug him tightly, âHa! you shouldâve seen your face! Iâm only joking, you know. Your card is my favorite.â
He stares down at you with his blue eyes and presses a kiss to your lips, âYeah, thatâs more like it.â
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â TXT AND THINGS THEY DO THAT MAKE YOU QUESTION WHAT YOU TWO ARE
pairing: txt x f!reader
genre: hcs/scenarios, fluff, bsfs/friends2???? ~1.2k :D
a/n: requested by anon! song rec - nouvelle vague by wave to earth.. also big thank u to val pookie @fairybinie for helping me out sm with these scenarios!!! happy birthday poo i hope u had an amazing day and i wish u the best!! love you lots :D
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â YEONJUN
constantly keeping his hand on your waist. such an action may seem futile and unnoticeable considering yeonjunâs the one doing it, but it still makes you confused. yeonjunâs known to be flirty, a literal heartthrob wherever he goes. heâs also very touchy, easily hugging someone or putting his arm around their shoulder. but itâs only truly with you that he lets his hand rest on your hip, finger hooked into one of your jeansâ belt loops.
at first he started doing it at parties, after finding you in the crowd, arms circling your waist to keep you from getting lost in the wave of people. it continued at normal hangouts, laughing alongside his friends as his fingers fiddled with the hem of your top. then it happened when you two were alone, lounging on your couch while watching a movie. there wasnât anything or anybody he had to protect you from, but he still slid his hand between the backrest and your body until you were practically glued to his side, his arm comfortably holding onto your waist.
youâre not sure why he does it; maybe to show others youâre not availableâ you are though, or to purposely tease you and make your heart skip a beatâ something that already happens a lot in his presence. but one thing you know for sure is, it certainly doesnât help your already weak heart.
â SOOBIN
being oddly protective of you. soobin is the least confrontational person you know, so it didnât surprise you when he kept his mouth shut as one of your classmates teased him in class. thatâs initially how you two became friends, him nursing your wounded fist after you punched the bully right in the nose for calling him a lanky nerd. 5th grade sure was wild. the following years, soobin tried his best to defend you like you defended him back in the day but again, heâs the least confrontational person you know. however, his best friend-instincts took over him when a guy tried to hike up your dress at the graduation party. you nursed his wounded fist after and the two of you became even closer. after the âfight of the centuryâ soobin swore to himself he would protect you. at first, you found it funny, trying to stop yourself from blushing when he would raise his voice at whoever decided to bother you that day. you donât really know when it started but with each new time, his best-friend protection act would slowly turn into something that held a lot more feelings than just platonic ones. the way he would look at you to see if you were alright, or the way his hand would slid into yours, or even the one time he called you his partner instead of his best friend. everything was slowly changing, and you didnât even know if soobin was even aware of it himself.
â BEOMGYU
calls you his girlfriend. the first time he did it, you thought he was just joking around, trying to tease you. so you laughed it off, attempting to hide the way your heart fluttered at the thought of you being his actual girlfriend. but the second time, a week or so later, you were even more confused. did beomgyu think you two had something going on? did he find out about your old crush on him? you really didnât know why he started calling you his girlfriend, since none of his other actions showed he felt anything except platonic feelings for you. he stopped after the fourth time, after he noticed your disoriented and clearly disheartened expression. weeks passed and not once did beomgyu explain his old but short habit to you. but then, months later, when you had almost forgotten about the whole ordeal, beomgyu did it again. to be honest, him calling you his girlfriend that time was in fact beneficial for youâ you refused to talk any longer to the creep begging for your number. but the way the word rolled off his tongue, a hint of arrogance and a ton of proudness, made you reach for his hand, acting like the role he had assigned you. tension followed after, for weeks, and your heart continued to long for him. if only you knew you were the only thing on his mind whenever someone said the word âgirlfriendâ.
â TAEHYUN
constantly buys you things. it may seem shallow at first, but whenever taehyun brings you a small trinket or whatever food you were craving at that moment, your heart fills with joy. itâs not the way he spends money for you, but the way he looks at you when he gives it to you, eyeing you to see your neutral expression change into a happy one. taehyunâs a great listener, so he knows all your orders and favorite things by heart, which only makes it easier for him to empty his bank account for you. he swears youâre not special, or at least not more important than the rest of his friendsâ for whom he rarely ever buys anythingâ but he canât really stop his brain from thinking of you when he sees something pretty or tasty at the mall. the dainty necklace around your neck is the literal proof of his favoritism towards you. he had given it to you on your graduation and you hadnât taken it off since. it was a symbol for your friendship, he said, something to remember the many years you spent together, but the shiny âTâ letter pendant made your heart swell every time you felt it against your skin. in all truth, taehyun was just waiting for you to notice the letter pendant of your name he wore on his necklace and hid, carefully, under his shirt collar.
â HUENING KAI
he constantly mentions you two in his future. you and kai have been friends since the two of you were in diapers and basically experienced all your first together. spending all those years together, in the same neighborhood, school and friend groups lead to many talks about your futures, sometimes wiping anxious tears away or doubling over from laughter at the mention of so many possibilities. it was a normal thing for you two, getting together and just talking about whatever would be on your mind at that moment. every conversation was different but one thing never changed, the way huening kai wouldnât forget to mention you in his future plans. he would have pictured everything out, you two living next to each other in your own homes, working across the street from each other, adopting pets at the same time so they could be friends, meeting every friday for a ramen and movie night⊠whenever you were worried about what the future prepared for you, kai would comfort you, reminding you that no matter what happened later, he would always be there. it always reassured you but unfortunately, you never had the guts to tell him that youâd prefer to live together later, spend your work lunch breaks together, adopt a pet together, and turn every night into a movie marathon.
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