#its HER bday!!!!!! our savior

[imnotasuperhero]

You play dead, but you never bled

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: You never thought a calm, lazy Tuesday night would end this way. Angsty fluff

A/N: AHH! First of all.. HAPPY BDAY BEAR!!! This one goes for you! Thanks for allowing me to explore new sides of our baby Wanda. Hope I did it justice.

I hope you guys enjoy this little something and your tears fill my cup. I promise it has a nice ending. You can find the prompt here!

The ringing on your door took you out of the trance estate you were into.

Pausing the movie, you walked to the door with your mind peeling itself to find out who could it be. You hadn’t asked for deli.

“Hi,” you smiled at the person on the other side.

“Long time no see,” the brunette stepped inside without waiting for an invitation. Not that she needed one, anyways.

Giggling, you closed the door and followed her to the kitchen, taking two glasses off the cupboard. “You’re a savior,”

“Eh. I do my best.” Wanda shrugged and took a cold bottle of wine from your fridge. “But seriously. Why you ignored me?”

“I didn’t,” you sighed, trying to formulate something believable. “I just got super busy these past weeks and all I wanted to do was sleep.”

“We do,” you swallowed hard, feeling the walls starting to constrict around you. She didn’t need to know.

Sitting on the couch, Wanda left the bottle on the coffee table before she turned to face you.

“We know each other.” The green eyes staring intently at you sent shivers down your spine.

“Tell you what,” the brunette handed your glass. “We eat and watch some movie and then we make up for the lost time.” She raised her glass expectantly.

The pressure on your chest grew exponentially when Wanda started leaning against you. Her warm breath on your skin was something intoxicating.

Closing your eyes, you waited for the kiss that never came. At least, not how you expected.

Wanda pecked your nose before sitting back again, busying herself serving you both a glass of wine.

And that’s what you did for the next two hours. Just enjoying each other’s company with your favorite take out and a nice bottle of wine. But something in your gut told you to stay alert. There was always calm before the storm.

And boy, did the storm hit.

“I’m not gonna change,” Wanda barked, never faltering in her posture.

“I’m not- I’m not asking you to,” you sighed, trying to calm the sudden chaos in the air. “Look, I didn’t mean for you to react this way.” You sat down at the edge of the bed, extending your hand for Wanda to take.  All the way forcing yourself extremely hard to keep your eyes on hers and not let them wander down her naked body. You owe her that much.

After a few seconds that stretched way too long for your liking, Wanda sighed and sat beside you, ignoring your hand.

“Don’t do this to me,” she begged. Her tears finally starting to form.

“From the beginning I knew this was just a companion thing. And I accepted it, bc I knew i wasn’t the only one.” Your heart squeezed at the crude look in Wanda’s eyes. “But it’s been a year,” you sighed trying to find the right words to express your feelings.

“It’s been a year where I got to not only have your body, but also your soul- No, wait.” You held Wanda’s hand before she got to stand up.

“In that year, I’ve got to know the girl that lies beneath the sexy outfits and the killer lips. I’ve got to know your heart.” You paused, gathering the courage to say the next part. “And I-”

“Just hear me out?” You asked hopefully, feeling your own tears about to fall.

Wanda nodded curtly, allowing your lungs to finally reach for the oxygen you unconsciously deprived them from.

“No.” Wanda stood up, hurriedly dressing herself, dropping your heart down a cliff, falling to its imminent crash.

You had to do something. Anything. You couldn’t let her go without telling her what you hid inside you. God knows you couldn’t be able to function if you let her slip through your fingers without fighting.

“I don’t intend to change you, Wands. I don’t own you and I don’t want to. I just-” pausing once again, you looked into those teary green orbs looking for answers. Anything would do, now.

“I want that girl in my life,” you changed your words. You knew this wasn’t easy for her.

Walking the distance, you cupped her cheek, obliging her to look at you.

“Let me be a part of you?”

You didn’t know how it happened, but with your back against the wall and those intoxicating lips of hers on you, the sob that escaped you collided into that burning kiss, allowing your tears to mix with hers. And the next moment, the air between you became too hot and the heat inside you asked for permission to finally combust and…

“You’re an asshole,” Wanda breathed deeply, leaning her forehead against yours.

You giggled at her affirmation, wrapping your arms around her waist. “The best one you have.” This time, you were the one who chased her lips, tugging on her shirt for permission.

To say that night you showed Wanda what she really meant to you was an understatement.

After all, your love had no limits and you would make sure Wanda knew it, for she deserved to know she was more than just a call to ease your needs.

Granted, you knew this ride wouldn’t be easy peasy. You weren’t the only one who got to worship her body, but you were the only one who have her soul. And she had yours.

And for that bond that only shone brighter at that moment, you swore to never allow her to feel she wasn’t enough or that her feelings didn’t matter.

It was in that soft moan that filtered through the kiss when your hip pushed against hers just right, that you vowed to always be waiting for her return to home.

And tonight, you didn’t want to sleep. Tonight, you wanted to keep on loving her.

As always, comments and reblogs are appreciated 💕

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[okkottsus]

If a soldier’s pride means hurting one another, I don’t want it.

[shuturquibble]

Reunion Rhapsody

Fandom: Hibike! Euphonium Pairings: AsuKumi (Asuka/Kumiko) Words: 1659 Summary:  In which Kumiko meets up with someone after a long time, and they catch up - in more ways than one. Links: FF is here! AO3 is here!

“Ah, there you are. I was thinking you weren’t going to show up.”

“…I’m late by literally two minutes.”

“Punctuality is a virtue, Oumae-chan.”

“Quit talking out of your ass.”

“My, my, someone’s gotten feisty since our last meeting.”

“Things can change over the course of two years.”

“So it seems. But I guess your height isn't one of them. Oh, come on, don’t give me that look! How about you sit? The bench isn’t that cold—see, I even wiped off all the snow just for you!”

“Wow, how considerate.”

“Sarcasm hurts, Oumae-chan. Mm? Why’re you staring? Is there something on my face?”

“Ah, no. It’s just…you haven’t changed much, is all.”

“Is that so? I’ll have you know that I did trim my hair a couple of days ago, though. And I got a new prescription.”

“Your hairstyle’s still the same. And so are your frames.”

“Minor details.”

“Why’d you call me out here?”

“To catch up, of course! It’s been two years—you’re graduating soon, right?”

“In a week.”

“My, how time flies! It feels like only yesterday you wandered into the band room with Katou-chan and Sapphire-chan like lost little lambs.”

“That’s hardly close to the truth.”

“Minor details. Ah, your nose and cheeks are all red. Are you cold?”

“I’m freezing, Asuka-senpai.”

“I don’t see why. You look like a walking marshmallow, with all those layers on.”

“We’re sitting in the cold, next to a frozen river, and it’s starting to snow.”

“And?”

“And I’m cold.”

“Fine, fine. Here, I’ll wrap my arm around you to keep you warm.”

“…Fine.”

“Tell me, how’s the band doing?”

“Better. We’ve grown a lot since you graduated.”

“I saw when they broadcasted the Kansai Regionals last year on TV. A good amount of lows joined, surprisingly. Usually only one or two joins.”

“You’ll be surprised how many we have now. We have so many euphs that Taki-sensei made us our own section.”

“Don’t exaggerate—”

“We have seven.”

“Plus you?”

“Eight.”

“Wow.”

“The size of the band practically doubled since you graduated, too. Reina’s having a hard time keeping them together, but she manages to get it done.”

“Oh? Yuuko nominated her for president?”

“They get along surprisingly well.”

“Interesting…. Who’s the vice president, then?”

“Me.”

“Oh, Oumae-chan! I’m so flattered! Have you stepped up to the plate to honor your beloved senpai’s name?”

“I…would be lying if I said that wasn’t part of the reason I accepted the nomination.”

“…Seriously?”

“Stop smiling, please.”

“What? Am I not allowed to convey to my precious junior how touched I am? Next thing you know you’ll be telling me that Nozomi nominated you for taking her place as drum major!”

“She chose Shuuichi for that.”

“Tsukamoto-kun? The trombonist?”

“Mhm.”

“I’m surprised he would accept the nomination. He doesn’t seem like the type of person to be a leader.”

“I know. But he told me the only reason he accepted was because he didn’t want to march around with a trombone.”

“Ah, smart man. Brass instruments get heavy after a while. But, then again, so does a mace….”

“How’s college life?”

“Oh, what’s the sudden interest in my life, Oumae-chwan?”

“I’m just tired of talking about myself. And never call me that again, please.”

“You are hurting me!”

“Minor details. And don’t move around too much—it’s a little uncomfortable, especially since your arm is still around me.”

“Fine, fine, sorry.”

“…So?”

“So what?”

“So are you going to tell me about your college life?”

“I’m not sure, Oumae-chan, there’s quite a lot to go over….”

“I suddenly regret showing up in the first place.”

“I’m joking, I’m joking. It’s going well.”

“You’re studying at a conservatory, right?”

“Indeed!”

“Are you going to become a professional euphonist like your dad?”

“Somewhere around those lines. Although, I am considering majoring in either composition or instrumental conducting.”

“Can’t imagine your mother being okay with that.”

“I assure you she wasn’t. She even kicked me out of the house.”

“It’s…kind of unsettling how you can say that with a smile.”

“It’s fine. It became a minor detail. I share an apartment with Kaori and Haruka now.”

“You still keep in touch with those two?”

“I owe those two quite a lot.”

“Sounds like it.”

“Can’t believe you’re a senior now.”

“Me neither.”

“Feeling like a grandma yet?”

“If I’m a grandma, then you must be a dinosaur.”

“Ouch! That hurt, Oumae-chan.”

“…Senpai?”

“Mm? What is it?”

“Did…you have any regrets when you graduated?”

“My, someone’s gotten serious all of a sudden.”

“Answer the question, please.”

“Mm…not necessarily. Although, most of it is because you helped prevent that from happening. I don’t think I ever thanked you properly for it. So, thank you.”

“Ah. It’s…no problem.”

“But there is one thing that has been bugging me since I graduated.”

“What is it?”

“Ooh, someone’s sounding eager. All the more reason not to tell you.”

“Why are you like this.”

“Do you regret something, Oumae-chan? You’re suddenly quiet—did I hit a nerve?”

“I have a few.”

“Oh?”

“One of them is not getting gold during my second-year at Nationals.”

“Silver is a step up from Bronze, though.”

“Yeah. But we didn’t keep your promise. You wanted gold, and we failed to do that.”

“I admit, I was a bit disappointed when I found out about it. But I heard the recording of you guys playing. And I heard your solo. And, suddenly, I didn’t feel disappointed at all. I felt so proud of you. Even now, I feel proud of you.”

“T-thank you….”

“Hm? Is my precious Oumae-chan going to start crying?”

“I-if you keep this up, p-probably.”

“Sorry, sorry. If it makes you feel better, I was exceptionally proud when I heard you guys got gold this year at Nationals.”

“It was basically a dud gold.”

“Dud gold is still gold in my book.”

“I don’t remember you being this lax when it came to achievements, Asuka-senpai.”

“And I don’t remember you being this strict, Oumae-chan.”

“Say, what’s your regret?”

“Hm? Back to me so suddenly?”

“I said one of my own. I think you should return the favor.”

“Such a dirty trick you’ve played on me! How will I ever find it in me to forgive you?”

“Just get on with it, please.”

“Fine, fine. My regret is not being able to properly tell you how much you mean to me.”

“…Is it?”

“Mhm. I’ve been thinking about it since I graduated. I keep thinking back to that time you confronted me in front of the old school building. How you said ‘I love you!’ despite the fact you said you wanted relationship advice. How much of a mess you looked, red-faced with tear-stained cheeks as you stood there shivering in the cold. I wanted to say something back, but I too much of a coward to do it. That’s why I gave you my father’s notebook. It was a wordless attempt to convey to you my feelings because I wasn’t able to say what I wanted to say. Even now, I don’t think I can say it properly without getting emotional. But I don’t think I can forgive myself if I never say it.”

“So why don’t you?”

“Why don’t I what?”

“Say it.”

“I’m…not all that good with words, Oumae-chan.”

“But at least you said it.”

“Well, you certainly have a point there.”

“You can start anytime you want.”

“I…always felt alone. Not in the sense that I had nobody to talk to—I had many people, actually. I had Kaori, Haruka, the entire band, teachers, even my mother. But I never had anyone to talk to. Mainly because I felt that all of them didn’t quite understand me. The band thought of me as their savior and pillar of support. Teachers thought of me as their best student. My mother thought of me as a pawn she could control to gain success. No one ever really approached me to just talk, you know? Sure, Kaori and Haruka and other people had tried, but I always knew that there was an ulterior motive. And that made me feel very, very alone.

“The only way I could really show my true self was through my euphonium. There’s something special about it that’s comforting. It’s mellow and gentle, and can easily become overwhelmed in a concert band. But it also supports the band, forming the foundation that gives the band its power. I like to think of the euphonium as my support whenever I play it.”

“That…kind of explains it.”

“Hm? Explains what?”

“Why you sound so sad when you play sometimes.”

“I only show that side when I’m playing for you.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I love the euphonium. And you’re a euph-ish kid.”

“Are…you trying to tell me something?”

“Hm? Does it sound like I’m trying to tell you something?”

“Kind of.”

“In what way?”

“It feels as if you’re confessing to me in a very Asuka-senpai-like way.”

“Oh? How so?”

“Because you’re not telling me outright that you love me. What? What’s so funny?”

“N-nothing. It’s just amazing how well you can read people like an open book.”

“People are more expressive than they think.”

“So it seems, Kumiko.”

“That’s…a first.”

“Hm? What is?”

“You calling me by my first name.”

“Does it sound weird?”

“No. It…actually sounds nice.”

“Then I’ll call you that from now on.”

“…Asuka.”

“Hm?”

“O-oh. Nothing. I…wanted to try calling out just your name.”

“You’re surprisingly childish.”

“Sh-shut up! D-don’t laugh!”

“Sorry, sorry, can’t help it. Hearing you after such a long time makes me super happy, you know?”

“If…if you keep smiling that, I don’t think I can handle it….”

“Right, right. Sorry, Kumiko.”

“It’s fine…even though you’re still smiling.

“Oh? Is it really?”

“It is. Because I love you, Asuka.”

“I love you, too, Kumiko—my precious, euph-ish kid.”

the following is an AN i put in the beginning of the story when i posted it on FF and AO3. sorry if it sounds weird - i just copy-pasted it and it was initially supposed to be in the beginning, not in the end. i only put it in the end on tumblr because i didn’t want people to see a big ol note in the beginning lmao.

whoa, what's this? an asukumi story? what? is that even possible? why, yes, yes it is. it's been a while since hibigay ended (it actually ended on my bday, i was quite pleased to wake up in the morning to watch it, aga), and i'm actually quite satisfied with the ending. i feel like with the way kyoani was going with the series (aka demolishing reina's character ty kyoani), it was the best possible ending. asukumi was something that grew on me. many see them as a sister/sister relationship. i even saw them as that. but looking back on it, i feel like asukumi made a sort of sense - two loners coming together as a way to comfort one another, only to have their feelings bloom into something much more is the trope i see them as. and that trope makes my heart hurt. i hope my story managed to capture that.

but, of course, that doesn't mean i hate kumirei or asuharu or my third-year ot3 - asukumi is just another ship to add to the list. :) im actually quite hesitant to post this story, mainly because i know asukumi isn't a popular ship and i'm not sure on what kind of reception this will get. and mainly because i wanted to tell this story through dialogue only. just something new to keep me entertained and help improve on dialogue.

there i go with my ramblings. i better stop before i make this note longer than the actual story, aha.