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supernovafics · 3 days ago

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𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃

pairing: boyfriend!steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 3.8k words

summary: in which steve accidentally wakes you up in the middle of the night

warnings: modern au, professor!steve, reader and steve are in their late 20s, explicit language, very domestic, very fluffy, smut (18+), some dirty talk, a bit of praise kink, oral (f!receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v sex

author’s note: this was something that was supposed to be a part of a bigger thing (that will maybe still happen idk i’ve been very indecisive when it comes to writing “series” type things lately) BUT i’ve decided to free this from my drafts because it’s been done for a while and has been sitting there for far too long lmao enjoy!

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It was the feeling of the bed shifting that first stirred you awake. And then when an arm slid around your waist and warmth enveloped your body, you were pulled out of sleep entirely.

You let out a soft hum as you instinctively leaned into Steve, back becoming flush against his chest. “Mm, hi.”

“Hi, sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” His quiet words brushed right against the side of your ear.

“Not your fault. Guess I’m just a light sleeper tonight,” You responded. Most nights when Steve would slip into bed after you, you’d do nothing more than press a half-awake kiss to his hand, barely pulling from sleep before your breathing became even again. “What time is it?”

“A little after two,” Steve answered, and you groaned, burying your face into the pillow because you thought about how early you needed to wake up in the morning. “I can tell you about my day to make you fall back asleep. The mundanity will sound just like a bedtime story.”

“Don’t sell yourself short. I just so happen to love the little history tangents you go on and on about,” You told him. “One of the main reasons why I fell for you.”

“Yeah?” You could hear the little smile in his voice.

“Yup, the second you started rambling about the Civil War on our second date, I knew it was over for me.”

Your words were playful, but you did mean them entirely. You still remembered that date very well, even though it was three years ago at this point, and it was probably your favorite of those first few ones that you and Steve had gone on. It had been a last-second thing where you impulsively texted him about seeing a movie that had just come out (some zombie thing that actually ended up being terrible), and he said yes. After the bad movie, you two ended up talking in the parking lot for a long time because neither of you wanted the night to end just yet.

You remembered how you leaned against your car and smiled at how effortlessly and enthusiastically he talked about something he was so passionate about.

Steve let out an embarrassed sound. “Fuck, did I really do that on our second date?”

“Yeah, but don’t worry, it was really cute,” You said, shifting around so that you could face him. Your legs tangled with his as you pressed a soft kiss against his lips. “What time did you get in tonight?”

“Twelve-ish,” He answered, meeting your eyes in the darkness. “I ate dinner and then watched an episode of that show you wanted me to watch.”

You hummed at that, perking up at his words. “Okay, two very important questions incoming. Did you like the chicken? I tried out a new recipe I found. And did you like the show?”

“The chicken was perfect; I was gonna rave about it to you in the morning,” Steve said. His warm hand mindlessly slipped beneath the t-shirt you were wearing and started stroking your hip, just above the band of your underwear. “And the show was okay. One too many cowboy hats, I think.”

You smiled at what you immediately thought was a silly criticism. “It’s a Western, of course, there are gonna be a ton of cowboy hats.”

“That was my nice way of saying I don’t like Westerns.”

“Okay, noted,” You laughed a little. “There will be no more Westerns on my recommendation lists.”

You thought about what shows you’d tell him to watch next, almost considering grabbing your phone to remind yourself of what you had written in your notes app.

Steve’s hand left your hip and came up to smooth out the furrow in your brow that would form when you’d think too much. “Stop thinking about shows to recommend to me. Go back to sleep.”

“I can’t not think about it. It’s my favorite thing we do,” You told him, which was honest; you’d give him TV shows and he’d give you movies, it was a never ending cycle that you loved.

You were also starting to feel less and less tired at this moment, which wasn’t good, but at the same time, you didn’t really mind because you loved these random little conversations with your boyfriend. And recently, they hadn’t been able to happen as often as you both wanted.

You let out a soft sound as you pushed yourself impossibly closer to him, and Steve’s face buried into your neck. “Isn’t it kind of crazy how we moved in together so that we could see more of each other, but it feels like we’re actually seeing less?”

If you had actually stayed asleep when Steve got into bed, you were pretty certain that your next conversation with him would’ve been through texts. After you slipped out of bed at six in the morning and then left the house to run all of the errands that you had to do, you would’ve gotten his ‘Good morning. Heading to campus’ text around eight, and you would’ve followed up by asking the same things about the chicken and the TV show.

During the week, you and Steve were kind of like ships passing in the night, but then when the weekend rolled around, you two would spend most of the time at home, catching up on what you didn’t talk about in texts or during sporadic phone calls.

The current circumstances weren’t ideal— sometimes it did feel as if you two weren’t living with each other and hadn’t been since the end of summer— but it wasn’t completely terrible.

“I know. I’m sorry,” Steve mumbled into your skin.

“Don’t be. I’m to blame too,” You told him as you pushed your fingers through his hair. “We’re both just really busy right now.”

You two were always busy— your respective jobs were time consuming and from the beginning of your relationship you both had recognized that— but the last month had been extra chaotic for you two. After midterms, the rest of the semester always became super hectic for Steve, and you were currently being pulled in a bunch of directions at once with your event planning business.

“Remind me of this moment if I ever think about doing two weddings at the same time again, even if both of them are small.”

Steve pulled back from your neck to look at you. He gave you a small smile. “Got it.”

That smile was so sweet and so Steve. It was the same smile he’d been giving you for the past three years, and it always managed to affect you. In this moment, it made you want to kiss him, but then, with just the brief talk of the weddings, your mind abruptly reminded you of something.

“Fuck, fuck, I just remembered that I forgot to email the florist,” You said, detangling yourself from Steve and climbing out of the bed. “Daisy changed her mind about wanting daisies in her bouquet; she wants to do yellow lilies now instead. Which I definitely saw coming because I knew she’d eventually think that having daisies would be way too cliche.”

Goosebumps rose on your skin as your bare feet padded down the hall to the guest room that also doubled as your office, and you immediately missed the warmth of the bed and of Steve’s body pressed into yours. Steve didn’t hesitate to follow you, sitting at the foot of the bed as he watched you settle at your desk.

The first thing you noticed was the influx of emails you’d gotten since you stopped working at eight. You sent the quick email to the florist, informing him about the bouquet change, and then started looking through the new things that you’d gotten in the past few hours.

“Hey,” You heard Steve softly say from behind you after a moment. “No work after eight, remember?”

You nodded at him reminding you of your own rule. Since a lot of your time consisted of working from home, you had realized that you needed to set certain boundaries for yourself. Especially when your business picked up a lot at the end of last year, which subsequently led to one too many nights of you falling asleep at your computer and waking up with the worst neck cramps. Therefore, a routine was born.

Computer closed by 8pm. Eat dinner. Watch a movie or bad reality TV or anything else to wind down. Be in bed by 11pm.

For the most part, you stuck to it, and you liked sticking to it because they were good boundaries to have.

“Yeah, you’re right,” You responded, but still kept scrolling through your email because you couldn’t help yourself. Sometimes it was too easy to fall back into old habits.

Right as you opened up an email that was a response to an inquiry about an outdoor venue, you felt Steve’s warm hand graze the top of your arm, right where your short sleeve ended. It was surprising but not enough to make you jump because of how comfortable you felt with him; you’d probably always instinctively lean into his touch.

His hand stayed on your arm as you felt him lean down to press a kiss to the side of your head. You knew what he was trying to do, and you loved him for it; you’d probably scroll and read and type away for at least the next hour if you weren’t pulled away.

“It can wait ‘til the morning,” Steve whispered, mouth ghosting over your ear, and then his lips moved down to the curve of your neck.

He kissed the soft skin, nipping and teasing, and then he landed on a particularly sensitive part of your neck that he knew drove you crazy. The feel of his tongue grazing over it shot straight to your core. Your fingers stopped typing mid-sentence, and you had to bite your lip to stop the moan from spilling out.

“Close the laptop, honey,” He said, voice still quiet; not necessarily demanding but definitely coaxing. His hand on your arm shifted, cupping your breast through your t-shirt instead and then squeezing your nipple, which made you softly whimper, and for a second, your eyes slipped shut.

You finally closed the laptop the second Steve’s other hand traveled downward and made contact with the front of your panties, legs parting on instinct.

“Steve,” Was all you could breathe out.

“Yeah?” He asked, voice sounding entirely nonchalant, as if he wasn’t dragging his middle finger along your clothed clit. The action elicited the softest sound from you, which was, of course, music to his ears. “You want me to make you feel good, honey?”

You didn’t hesitate to nod. “Please.”

Steve didn’t say anything as he turned your chair. His lips found yours in a quick kiss, and then he was sinking down, knees pressing into the carpeted floor.

He settled between your parted legs and began to leave soft and teasing kisses along your inner thighs, working his way upward until he was at your clothed pussy. He pressed a kiss against the waistband at your hip, and then his fingers were digging into the material, pulling it down your legs and tossing it somewhere to the side.

You let out a contented sound when he teased a finger through your folds. “You’re soaked for me.”

“Yeah,” You let out a shaky breath. “Need you so bad.”

His hands hooked around your thighs, pulling you to the edge of the chair so that your legs were draped over his shoulders and you were closer to his mouth.

“Fuck, I’ve missed your pussy,” Steve said, making it seem as if the last time you two had sex was ages ago instead of just last Sunday; when you both woke up feeling extra needy and you ended up riding him before the sun was even fully up.

Steve’s fingers dug into your thighs as he slowly licked a long stripe up your slit. When he stopped at your clit and started sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves, the gasp you let out was immediate.

The grip you had on the arm of the chair was tight as you moaned uncontrollably. “Steve, ah, fuck.”

It was hard, but you kept your eyes on him the entire time, watching as he absolutely devoured you, nose bumping your clit as he started licking into your dripping core.

Steve pulled back to look at you after a moment, meeting your lust-filled gaze. He slowly pushed two fingers inside of you, as deep as they could go, and watched your mouth fall open in a loud moan.

“Touch yourself for me, honey,” He told you, continuing to fuck you with his fingers. “Wanna see you play with those pretty tits.”

You immediately nodded, and then your t-shirt was up and off of you in a matter of seconds. Steve groaned as he watched you squeeze your breasts and play with your nipples. His eyes on you, so intensely watching your movements, made you impossibly wetter and pushed you closer and closer to the edge. It suddenly became entirely too hard to hold his gaze, heading tipping back in pleasure and eyes screwing shut instead.

The moment you felt his mouth on your clit again, you came. It was abrupt and surprising, and your back arched sharply off the chair as you cried out, practically screaming Steve’s name. He continued to lick your clit and finger you through your orgasm, prolonging it for as long as possible because he absolutely loved the sounds you were making. When you started to whine at the overstimulation, he pulled away, and your legs were placed back down.

Steve pressed a kiss to your inner thigh and then reached out to grab your t-shirt that had been discarded to the side. “Ready to go back to bed now?”

Your heartbeat was still pounding in your ears, and your eyes were still shut as you shook your head at his question. “No.”

“No?”

Your eyes finally opened and met his; he was still on his knees in front of you, now looking at you with a curious gaze. You pushed a hand through his mussed hair. “I need you to fuck me, Stevie.”

The low sound he made in response to your words sent a shiver down your spine. “Yeah? You need my cock, honey?”

You were nodding as you stood up from the chair, and Steve immediately followed suit. You didn’t waste a second to kiss him, tasting yourself on his mouth, and your arms came up to loop around his neck. His hands found your bare waist, and he guided you back toward the bed until the back of your knees were hitting the foot of it.

Steve slowly eased you both onto the bed until your back was flush against the comforter, lips not detaching from yours at all. One of your hands moved from his neck down to his boxers, snaking inside the thin material and immediately wrapping around his hard cock. Steve groaned into your mouth, and then his forehead fell against your cheek when your thumb swiped against his leaking tip. The soft sounds he was making in that moment only made you smile.

He had to pull away from you then, standing up so that he could peel off his t-shirt and boxers because he knew that he’d end up cumming way too quickly if your hand continued its movements. Your teeth sank into your lip as you looked at him, a deep neediness settling low in your stomach the moment his cock was freed from his underwear. Steve slowly stroked his length as he watched you turn over, your knees pushing into the bed, and fingers already fisting into the white comforter.

“God, you look so perfect for me,” He said, hands reaching out to grab your hips and pulling you back toward him. He dragged his cock through your folds, getting himself wet with your slick. “So, so perfect, honey.”

You could only softly moan in response, any and all words completely evading you in that moment, and you pushed back against him, searching for more friction. When the tip of his cock nudged your clit, you cried out. “Steve, please, please.”

His grip on your hips tightened, digging into the flesh and leaving marks that you were certain would be there later, but you didn’t mind it one bit. “I know. You want my cock so bad, don’t you?”

You nodded profusely at his question, practically feeling yourself drip down your thighs. You expected him to finally enter you, but he didn’t.

You peeked over your shoulder and watched him shake his head at you with a little smile on his face as he continued all of his teasing movements. “Wanna hear your words, honey.”

It was hard to keep your eyes on him, but you did so as you rushed out your next words. “Yes, yes, I need your cock inside of me so bad, Stevie. Please.”

You watched him smile wider at how desperate you were for him. “That’s it, good girl.”

Your loud moan filled the room when Steve finally pushed himself inside of you, filling you to the hilt in one slow movement. It was perfect— pretty much every time with Steve felt that way— and both of you simply savored the feeling for a moment; how perfect he felt inside you and how perfect your walls felt wrapped around him.

He was slow to pull out, practically leaving you empty again, and then he snapped his hips, pushing back in and knocking the breath out of your lungs.

You clenched around him, and Steve let out a low groan at the feeling. “You’re squeezing me so tight, honey. Fuck.”

“Feels so good, Steve,” You mumbled, eyes slipping shut as his thrusts started picking up and you took everything he was giving you, every drag of his cock slowly turned your brain to mush.

“God, I wish I could fuck you all the time. Wanna fall asleep buried in your pussy and wake up the same fucking way. You always take me so well. So perfect. It’s like you were made for me. Like we were made for each other. I love you so much. So, so much.”

Steve’s slightly incoherent rambling was probably your favorite part about sex with him. The obscene dirty talk mixed with pure adoration for you never failed to make your stomach flutter.

“Love you too, Stevie,” Was all you managed to get out. It was hard to match his words in moments like these because all your mind could focus on was how good he felt. You felt yourself getting closer to the edge, and Steve could feel it too.

“You gonna come for me?” He asked, voice rough and raspy. His eyes were on your ass, watching where you two connected, and he moaned at the sight of your pussy taking him so well with every push and pull. “Gonna come all over my cock like a good girl, yeah?”

“Mhm,” You mewled, hips pushing back to meet every one of his deep thrusts.

One of his hands let go of your hip and snaked around your body, middle finger finding your clit, and he started quickly circling it.

“Ah,” You moaned out, the sensation nearly unraveling the tight knot in your stomach. “I��m– I’m gonna–”

You didn’t get to finish whatever it was you were going to say because you suddenly saw white behind your shut eyelids, and you became completely unraveled. Your arms gave out, cheek pressing into the blanket as you let your orgasm wash over you. Your loud moans and the way your pussy clenched around him so tightly made Steve follow suit only seconds later, both hands on your hips again as he pushed in as deep as he could and came inside of you with a loud, “Fuck.”

You both became panting messes for a few moments. Your heart pounded wildly in your chest, practically vibrating in your ears, as you came down from your high, and Steve was unmoving behind you, but you could tell by the sound of his heavy breaths that his heart was racing too.

The tight grip he had on your hips loosened as he leaned over you, kissing the back of your neck and then your shoulder blades. “So fucking good.”

You hummed in response, turning your head to take a quick look at him. “You’re so fucking good.”

Steve smiled at your words that earned you another kiss, that one against your cheek.

“I’ll be right back,” He whispered in your ear and then slowly pulled out, and you couldn't help but whimper at the sudden emptiness. His lips found your forehead in the briefest peck, and then he went to pick up his boxers and slipped them on before heading out of the room.

For the most part, you were in the same position when he returned with a damp washcloth; you were just lying on your back instead of your stomach, and your eyes were shut once again. The thought of falling asleep here in the guest room didn’t sound that bad to you all of a sudden.

“I’m not letting us fall asleep here,” Steve said, practically reading your mind, as he started to clean the mess between your thighs, earning a soft whine from you when the cool washcloth made contact with your skin. “This bed sucks.”

“I think sucks is an overstatement. Eddie didn’t mind it when he stayed with us a month ago. And he was here for a whole week.”

Steve let out an amused sound. “That was because he was happy to sleep anywhere that wasn’t a tour bus.”

You laughed a little. “Okay, yeah, that’s probably true.” Your eyes opened, and you met his soft gaze as he set the washcloth to the side. “I still don’t think I can move, though. I might just pass out here.”

Steve lightly chuckled at your overdramatic words as he stepped away from you to grab your t-shirt off the floor, helping you slip it back on and then doing the same with your underwear.

Your hand found his arm when he was done, pulling him so that he was lying next to you. Your legs became tangled with his, and he buried his face in the crook of your neck as your arms circled his bare torso.

“We’re still not falling asleep here,” Steve mumbled into your skin.

Your eyes met his again when he pulled back from your neck. “Piggyback ride to our bedroom, then, please?”

He pressed a quick kiss against your lips and then nodded. “Anything for you.”

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alwritey-aphrodite · 2 days ago

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Hi! Loveeee your work!! I was reading another story and thought about. Idk if I have made this up or read it before lol

Single mom X Clark Kent

Like she comes into work with her 6 month active baby cause she couldn’t find a sitter. And of course Clark being the gentleman cinnamon roll he is watches the baby for her even though he definitely has a draft due

Clark insists that she she just keep bringing the baby to work to save money on a sitter. And like walks them home everyday buys formula for them and groceries basically becoming the dad that steps up

Bonus points If baby calls him daddy one day!

hey there!!! i've actually been floating a clark x single mom fic around in my head for quite a while so if you like this id be happy to add some more!! i went with more of the first part for this fic <3

it's golden like daylight

pairing: Clark Kent x single mom!reader

word count: 1.6k

author's note: goddddddd i love him. and the baby fever has been hitting hard lately ngl. as always my askbox is always open for whatever <3

There aren’t many people who are as lucky as you. Sure, if you’d said that to someone like Lois, she’d give you a look as though you’ve grown a second head, but you really do mean it. Your darling daughter, Piper, is the most content baby you’ve ever met, your neighbor is nice enough to nanny for her, and your boss is completely understanding of your situation. Perry may have a soft spot for all of his reporters, but the biggest one is reserved for your daughter - the man practically melts every time he sees her.

All that to say, you feel like shit right now.

Your neighbor has come down with some sort of illness, meaning that not only can she not watch Piper for the day, but she’ll be out of commission for the foreseeable future. Normally if something like this happened, you’d plead your case to Perry and do your work from your kitchen table, Piper in her high chair or play pen beside you. Today, though, you didn’t find out about the incapacitated babysitter until much too late, and you already agreed to collaborate with Lois on her upcoming article, so you really did have to be in person at the Daily Planet.

So here you are, struggling your way into the elevator with your stroller and more bags than any sane person would need for a single workday. Your heart is a riot in your chest, terrified of getting chewed out for bringing your daughter into the office without asking permission or giving any sort of heads up. Worst comes to worst, you’ll make the agonizing trek back to your apartment as soon as you get yelled at.

As always, though, your nerves are for nothing, because Perry’s face splits into a grin the second he catches sight of the stroller.

“Got our star reporter for the day?” He asks, peering over to smile down at Piper, who’s currently working on trying to figure out if her fist is truly edible or not.

“Thought I’d bring out the big guns,” you quip back, your heartrate finally slowing down into normal territory. It’s a tight squeeze to get to your desk, weaving the stroller through the narrow walkways, but you manage to do so without bumping anyone’s desk or spilling anyone’s coffee, which should be considered a downright miracle.

It’s only a matter of seconds before your coworkers descend upon Piper with smiles and cooing, which you don’t mind in the slightest if it keeps her occupied while you boot up your computer. For the first time all morning, you allow yourself to close your eyes, breathing deeply as your computer screen flashes to life and Piper giggles beside you, downright delighted with all the attention she’s receiving.

“To what do we owe the pleasure of her presence?” Jimmy asks once the crowd of coworkers dissipates, leaving just you and your little island of desk buddies to swoon over your daughter.

“Sick babysitter,” you reply, not bothering to look up from the email you’re drafting, certain there’s a grimace on Jimmy’s face anyway.

“Well, at least she’s here, I can finally take her staff photo,” he teases, and you just roll your eyes with a fond smile. One of these days, all his asking will wear you down and Piper will end up with her own profile on the Daily Planet’s webpage. She’ll be a copy editor before she can even walk.

There’s a mug of coffee and a muffin that appears on the corner of your desk, and you glance up to see Lois retreating to her own chair, a matching cup of coffee in hand. You don’t bother with any sort of sentimental thank you, you’ll just buy her takeout the next time the two of you are stuck in the office late.

The three of you settle into your work, the monotonous typing broken up by Piper’s shaking of toys and wordless babbling. Clark Kent, the fourth and final member of your little crew, is nowhere to be seen. Which is a shame for many reasons, but mostly because Piper absolutely adores him. For someone who claims to have no experience with babies, he’s a natural with everything Piper-related, from settling her cries to making sure her bottle is the right temperature.

It’s almost as if you’ve summoned him with your thoughts, as with the next elevator ding, he’s trailing to his desk looking like he’s survived a tornado, hair mussed and tie askew. For a split second, you’re worried he’s going to run right into the stroller, but he slides past it as if he’s not the clumsiest, bulkiest man you’ve ever met.

“Oh, hey Piper,” he says as he sets his bag rather precariously on the edge of his desk, greeting the baby before anyone else, as if she’d be able to respond. She must understand, at least you think to some degree, because her quietness is immediately replaced by a long string of happy babbling.

“That’s baby for hello and good to see you,” you translate, spinning in your chair to be able to reach into the stroller. Sometimes you just can’t help yourself, it’s like you’ll die if you can’t touch her, so you lean in just enough to softly squeeze one of her socked feet. Clark laughs from somewhere behind you, a sound you wish you could bottle up, as Lois and Jimmy exchange a look.

The rest of the morning goes smoothly, with Piper content to entertain herself with toys and rattles and the plush starfish you’d gotten for her when she was born. Your work, today at least, is straightforward, and you manage to help Lois and get halfway through a draft of your own all before lunch.

And then, Piper gets fussy. You’re used to it, used to the whines and the cries and the unending screams when she gets in an especially sour mood, but that doesn’t mean the rest of your coworkers need to be subjected to a crying baby. Luckily, you’re also used to transforming into a pseudo-octopus, so you hold Piper tightly to your chest with one hand and eat with the other, all while proof-reading your work.

“Can I help?” Clark asks as he makes his way towards your desk, leaving his own chair spinning wildly as if he’d launched himself from it.

“Oh, no, she’s alright,” you’re quick to reassure him, turning away from your screen to look up towards him. The fact that you’re sitting makes his height even more pronounced than usual, and it makes your stomach drop, just a bit.

“Alright, but do you need help?” He reframes the question, and the fact that he wasn’t asking after Piper makes your heart do this frightening twisty thing, like it’s beating too fast or too slow or out of sync. Maybe it’s just a heart attack.

“I can manage,” your voice is less certain, though, and you know Clark’s picked up on it. He’s just observant like that, especially when it comes to you. It must just be a side effect of spending so long with each other.

“I can hold her, just while you finish eating,” he looks so incredibly sincere, as if you’d be the one doing him a favor, that you agree without much of a second thought. You pass Piper into his waiting arms, and you’re immediately struck by how tiny she looks in his hold. You wonder if that’s because of her size or his.

Clark cradles her, making sure her head is supported as he makes his way over to his own desk, certain that he’s supposed to sit while holding a baby. Her little body is warm, and he can’t help but trail the edge of his pinky along her cheek, reveling in the softness. Piper curls into him almost immediately, and the sight of her big, round, trusting eyes looking up at him makes him feel like the floor has given way.

Lucky for you, Clark’s focus remains fully on Piper, giving you ample opportunity to stare longingly. The sight of him holding your daughter does funny things to your body, makes your head spin and your heart work a mile a minute. There’s a feeling, deep in your chest, that you can’t quite place, it’s so unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. You find that you like the feeling, though, and you don’t want it to go away.

Even after you finish with your own food, Piper stays safely in Clark’s arms. The two of them seem more than content with each other, so you turn back to your work, just to make a few quick grammatical edits.

“I’ll put her back in the stroller, she should be feeling more settled now,” you spin your chair, a smile growing on your face when you see Clark’s pinky finger held in Piper’s own tiny fist and her eyes shut.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to move a sleeping baby,” he says, voice low and quiet as if the din of the Daily Planet would increase at all if he spoke normally.

“What about your work?”

“There’s nothing I have to get done today,” he finds the lie comes easily, although it’s more so a stretching of the truth. Technically, his latest draft doesn’t have to be finished until tomorrow, but it's definitely unpolished in its current state. But that’s all right, he can finish it later. Really, he can’t seem to think of anything beyond Piper, and the way it feels to have her breath against his chest, her little chest inflating and deflating in his arms.

You don’t bother to argue, letting your daughter sleep and letting Clark watch over her, and you turn back to your work. The sight of the two of them plays over and over in your mind, though, and you’re certain that’ll be the case for weeks to come.

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k25ff · 1 day ago

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Twenty-five days as an Isekai'd hero

First day as an isekai'd hero I'm trying to explain gunpowder to a sceptical elf but I can't remember what saltpetre is so I'm just here talking about sulphur and charcoal and someone called Salty Pete and she's pretty sure I'm talking out my arse.

Second day as an isekai'd hero I'm still trying to get this busty elf to understand guns and I'm talking about how someone can be minimally trained and still be very dangerous at range and she just says yes I know what a crossbow is ma'am.

Third day as an isekai'd hero and my limited knowledge of fractional distillation is causing me to sound like a nutcase when I talk about the alchemical separation of naptha into more useful things.

Fourth day as an isekai'd hero and I finally manage to do a demonstration of what 'elecricity' is using a piece of cloth and amber and while the elf is pretty impressed, I've got no idea how to get from here to anything actually useful.

Fifth day as an isekai'd hero and the symbol of the Evil Emperor of Woe just kinda looks like the 'cool S' and the busty elf looks at me strangely when I only barely manage to stop myself laughing at it when she shows me a history book.

Sixth day as an isekai'd hero and turns out yelling in pain after I dropped the Holy Sword on my foot has accidentally summoned a demon called Gsh'Dargn.

Seventh day as an isekai'd hero and the elf's still not talking to me after the demon-summoning fiasco but luckily demons of minced oaths are pretty much made of wet cardboard and I managed to beat it to death with the sheathed Holy Sword.

Eighth day as an isekai'd hero and my vague description of what I remember about the Bessemer process makes the elf tackle me to the ground, knife against my neck, demanding to know how I learned the secret elven techniques for coke-efficient steel.

Ninth day as an isekai'd hero and I'm still feeling a bit fluttery after day eight and I'm wondering what else is a secret elven technique I can pretend to know so I can get pinned down more.

Tenth day as an isekai'd hero and I think the elf has worked out that I don't actually know all that much about steel production so she's a bit less wary of me which is a shame good thing I guess.

Eleventh day as an isekai'd hero and it turns out I'm immediately able to guess the major traits and possible weaknesses of the Six Kings of Destruction because they're inexplicably themed after bionicles.

Twelfth day as an isekai'd hero and I was rambling about spreadsheets or something and the elf got very interested and to cut a long story short I think I've invented something called 'double-entry bookkeeping'?

Thirteenth day as an isekai'd hero and I nearly get us captured by the border guard of the Evil Empire because it turns out their salute is a dab and I burst out laughing and now the elf isn't talking to me again.

Fourteenth day as an isekai'd hero and I manage to coax the elf back into speaking to me by describing movable type printing although she doesn't really see the point given how expensive good paper is, and I don't know anything about how that works except that maybe it involves wood.

Fifteenth day as an isekai'd hero and I finally remember how you make saltpetre and run up to the elf yelling something incoherent about guano, startling her so badly she tackles me to the ground again so honestly it's a win-win.

Sixteenth day as an isekai'd hero and we get sidetracked by organising a guano expedition in the dwarf caves and the elf gets bitten by a bat and now I'm trying to explain the concept of rabies vaccines with tears in my eyes but she says we have potions for that.

Seventeenth day as an isekai'd hero and the alchemist we hired is working on the saltpetre maybe so we're going dungeoneering and I manage to solve a puzzle by arranging the tiles into the Loss glyph and I think Isekai God or someone is fucking with me.

Eighteenth day as an isekai'd hero and I finally manage to invent gunpowder only to be undercut by this dwarf alchemist asking why I'm so excited about making black powder, I ask the elf if she knew about this and she shrugs and says she hasn't visited a dwarf city in fifty years.

Nineteenth day as an isekai'd hero and after several hours rephrasing my question to an increasingly bored alchemist I've determined that no-one's heard of a concept like fireworks so I've ordered a massive amount of paper and gunpowder and I'm going to finally get something done.

Twentieth day as an isekai'd hero: healer's tnet.

Twenty-first day as an isekai'd hero and I think I'm getting the hang of this fireworks thing even though the elf is watching me sceptically from a distance with a bucket of water.

Twenty-second day as an isekai'd hero and I ask the alchemist if they've got any chemicals that burn different colours and they're like what do you mean what kind of alchemist would I be if I didn't, so I think this fireworks plan might be coming together.

Twenty-third day as an isekai'd hero and the alchemist agrees to help me put on a fireworks show for a share of the profits and also because it sounds sick as hell.

Twenty-fourth day as an isekai'd hero and I stand under the fireworks with the awestruck elf and. Um. I take her hand and tell her how I feel.

Twenty-fifth day as an isekai'd hero and. Woagh. Elfs good at kissing.

#writening #isekai

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airconditionedgirl · 2 days ago

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Be cool to do both.

Lust is the easiest one. Have a person, astonishingly attractive and endlessly provocative who works in Some Kind of industry that rewards those qualities (singer, dancer, sex worker, talk show host, etcetera) and who is really fantastic at it, maybe at all parts of their job but also specifically at making people desire them sexually, regard her with lust or even a kind of quasi sexual religious adoration. BUT also have this person be insatiable, have them desire everyone in every way, the effort that goes into focusing on any task when they just want to take the cute fat assistant by their side and fuck him on the floor in front of the crew should be herculean. They'd spend all of their time masturbating and fucking and it never actually does anything because what they really want is to fuck the people they can't have. Maybe they're also genuinely a bad person and has a habit of seduction, pushing boundaries or other darker things.

Gluttony would be a chef, or a photographer of food or a filmmaker of food related media like commercials. They either make food that rules or they know how to make food look like the tastiest shit ever. But this person also dreams of food, thinks of food, sees almost everything and everyone as food. They're never full, never satisfied, and always has to hold themself back from devolving into something dark and untamable. The reason why they're so good at their work is because they knows Exactly what it means to desire food. They struggles with intimacy of course, the urge to Bite is always there. I imagine.

Pride is fun, because there are a few different ways you can go. The others have kind of specific pressure points, but Pride can be any kind of person I think, because putting aside the obvious religious connotations of Pride being something that puts you in danger of thinking that you are above God's laws, it's also just ultimately self defeating. You can be too proud about anything and have it seriously fuck up your ability to do the thing you were proud of doing, without even being able to realize that that's what's happening. It also speaks to an ego, a self importance and entitlement. Why aren't people adoring you, they should be, you're wonderful and perfect and powerful, they Should love you, they should love Only You. Lots of different directions. If you wanted to make this a kind of superhero story, Pride would be the sin id peg as the active wearing a costume hero. The obvious point of reference is Homelander, but Pride doesn't have to be evil. They could be sincerely and genuinely good at their job and receive just praise for it, but it won't ever be enough

And that's the trick, honestly. Aside from the very excellent point OP had, a lot of people just don't understand why the sins are bad in the first place

It's not bad to feel sexual attraction, to eat a lot, to sleep a lot, to want things, to feel proud, to be angry, to be jealous or to be lazy.

The thing that makes any of these things bad is either just having too much of them, or letting those desires and feelings dictate your actions and to cause harm based on that excess or lack of control.

That's a modern context of course, ancient Christians probably had very different ideas of when and why the sins were bad, if they conceptualized them in that way at all.

There's also the issue that a lot of the sins kind of overlap in ways inconvenient for making characters out of them.

Lust and Greed and Envy are all very much about coveting something too much, destructively. Ultimately even if they have different connotations they can be very similar, or at least have one single subject at the same time. (interesting polycule possibilities if you did make characters out of them)

Pride, as I outlined above, definitely has shades of Envy as well, and Gluttony has shades of Lust and Greed.

Wrath and Sloth are pretty firmly their own things, or maybe not id love to hear someone go off about their conceptualization of these sins, but Sloth is kind of difficult to make a complex character around, so there are issues there.

I don't really have anything else to say, this was just fun

the thing that bothers me with 7 deadly sin based characters is when they cant decide if they embody the sin by suffering from it or by drawing it out of others. ie. if your gluttony demon is a guy who loves eating then your lust demon should be a gooner sex pest. and if your lust demon is a seductive girlboss then your gluttony demon should be a 5 star chef. does this make sense.

#writblr #creative writing #original characters #seven deadly sins

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98oceans · 3 days ago

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y/n and yoonchae had known each other for a while now, first meeting in their physics class, one of which yoonchae wasn’t exactly too keen on whilst y/n seemed to actually enjoy the long and somewhat grueling lectures.

it was semi awkward at first, being seat mates and all; neither really wanted to start the conversation, or more of they didn’t know how to start one.

it started with a drop of a pen. it fell down between their seats, y/n reached to get it but yoonchae got it first.

she held it out, not exactly looking at y/n as she kept her gaze towards their professor.

y/n let out a small huff of appreciation before retrieving her pen.

“thanks.” she muttered.

who knew that small interaction would be the opening to.. whatever relationship they had now?

yoonchae arrived early— as per usual— the curtains were still drawn, and the sun hadn’t even risen completely yet. she rolled up the sleeves of her uniform shirt before getting to work.

she wiped the whiteboard, rearranged some of the desks before sitting in her usual seat. it wasn’t even that she was required to do this, it’d just become a habit overtime.

her chin was propped up in her palm, phone in her other hand as she listened to one of her many playlists through her earphones.

y/n arrived not long after, glancing around to see there was almost nobody inside— keyword: almost.

“are you always this early?”

yoonchae glanced up at the sound of the girl’s voice, slightly startled though she relaxed soon enough. “I guess, yeah.”

y/n nodded in acknowledgment before sitting next to her seat mate.

she shifted slightly, unsure if she should attempt to make small talk with the girl or if she should just let the silence simmer over them.

before she could make a decision, yoonchae removed one ear piece before holding it out.

she glanced at the korean girl, semi unsure yet at the same time amused. she gave her a slight smile before placing the other earphone in her ear.

juna by clairo.

“you’re a clairo girl?” y/n commented to which yoonchae nodded her head, just slightly. “i like her songs.”

“yeah, you seem like the type.”

yoonchae glanced at the girl, brows furrowing just a fraction. “what’s that supposed to mean?” y/n shrugged her shoulders slightly, nails tapping gently against her desk.

“don’t know. you just have that calm, soft aura that clairo’s songs give off.”

normally yoonchae would’ve laughed or side eyed whoever had said that to her, but instead she just darted her head away. “.. whatever.”

y/n gave a slightly confused look before a small huff of laughter left her lips. “i meant it in a nice way.”

”I know.” “do you?”

silence fell over the two once more; but this time, it felt a little less awkward.

students started piling in, and soon enough class started.

just in luck, their professor had provided them a ‘surprise’ quiz. y/n groaned internally, she was barely passing quizzes where she actually had time to study for— much less ones she hadn’t even known they’d have.

she stared at the paper before glancing around the classroom as if it’d give her the answers.

she looked at the girl next to her who seemed to be answering the assessment with ease, her pen gliding against the paper with each answer she wrote.

damn. she’s got this down. good for her.

“.. yoonchae,” y/n whispered, quiet enough for everyone but the girl to not hear. yoonchae paused, giving a gentle hum as she looked at her seat mate.

“how do you..” she asked, pointing at a specific question.

the korean girl gave y/n a look.

gods above please be kind, please do not make this girl snitch on me.

yoonchae got her scratch paper, writing something down. ‘that’s so easy how do you not know this’

y/n let out a slight huff but before she could retort, yoonchae was already writing something else. the formula for the question and for the others on the back.

she slid the paper in between the two, close enough for y/n to see but not enough for their professor to notice.

the girl blinked once, then twice. never had she ever felt more blessed to have someone as her seat mate than in this moment. yoonchae didn’t even seem fazed as she flipped her paper and began answering the back.

y/n didn’t have to verbalize it, the way she gave yoonchae a slight smile that she wasn’t even sure if she saw was enough. thanks.

but yoonchae did see, through her peripheral vision; and a similar quiet smile tugged at the corners of her lips as well.

yoonchae was still in their classroom, it’d been about 5 minutes since the bell rung and since everyone made their way out as if they were criminals locked in arkham asylum and someone decided to break out for the nth time.

she was in the middle of wiping the board again when she heard one of the chairs creek against the floor.

“whoops.”

her head darted to the noise, a slight surprised expression etching on her features when she saw y/n fixing the chairs and the desks.

“I thought you went home already.” yoonchae said. usually everyone would already be home by this time, but it seemed like today was just a day full of surprises.

“and leave you to have to clean everything?” the korean let out a small huff, though there was little to no animosity in the sound. “i don’t mind it,”

y/n gave the girl a look, not one of judgment but more of curiosity before smiling. “you’re cool, I like you.”

you like me?

“wanna hangout after this?” y/n’s words almost seemed to have fallen on deaf ears as the korean stared at her like she just spoke in a foreign language.

yoonchae snapped back to reality, clearing her throat slightly as she nodded. “uh, yeah, sure. why not?”

it was a poor attempt in playing the warmth that spread through her chest off.

she’d been complimented before, been told that she was well liked, so what was the difference now?

“great! there’s a karaoke place not too far from here if you wanna head there. Oh, and there’s this really yummy food stand just outside, you’ll love it.”

“i’m sure i will.” yoonchae replied blankly, though she couldn’t fight the ghost of a smile that curved at her lips.

y/n dragged the girl inside one of the karaoke booths, a gleaming smile on her lips as she handed her the mic. “you sing first.”

“what— no, why me first?”

yoonchae shot the girl a look, only receiving a hum in return. “you have a sweet voice, i wanna hear you sing.”

the korean huffed slightly before nodding.

dive by olivia dean, a song yoonchae had heard occasionally, and also a song y/n herself requested.

the girl started shaky at first, mostly because she could see through her peripheral vision how y/n was staring at her.

it was the kind of look you’d give the moon.

though as the song went on, yoonchae seemed to grow more confident, more comfortable. if y/n had to describe, she’d say yoonchae’s voice sounded like honey. sweet, savory.

“but you got me from my head to my feet,” yoonchae glanced at the girl for a split moment who cheered with delight, clapping her hands as she let out a chuckle.

yoonchae couldn’t help but let out a slight huff of laughter at that. “and I'm ready to dive.”

the song came to an end and y/n stood up, still clapping her hands. “jeong yoonchae!” she chanted her name like a football fan would their favorite player after they scored a winning goal.

“that was so good, holy.” a small scoff left yoonchae’s lips though it wasn’t one of animosity or mockery. she handed the girl the mic. “your turn.” she said with a smile.

yoonchae wasn’t one to spend time after school with anyone other than family and long term friends, especially not to do something so spontaneously. but right now, right here, she didn’t seem to mind going against her usual routine.

“any particular request?” y/n asked the girl.

“amoeba by clairo.”

—

time flew by within a blink of an eye it seemed. the two continued taking turns, even duetting a couple times. there were voice cracks here and there, times where they didn’t even know the lyrics and had to freestyle the songs, but it was still fun nonetheless.

y/n and yoonchae walked side by side as they exited the establishment, sharing small chatter about their time inside.

“i did not expect you to sing a song by drake of all people.” y/n said, referring to how the girl went ham while singing ‘best i ever had.’

“i’m full of surprises, what can i say?”

yoonchae mused with a confident hair flip. she didn’t feel as awkward anymore, even with the silence that would fall onto them occasionally.

”yeah, no kidding— oh, there it is!” yoonchae’s head darted to where the girl had run of too. a small food stand run by an elderly woman.

y/n greeted the owner as if they knew each other, though judging by the way the owner reciprocated said greeting, they probably did.

”rose tteokbokki?” the store owner asked. y/n let out a shy laugh, scratching the back of her neck briefly. “you know me so well, granny.”

the elderly woman chuckled before glancing at yoonchae. “your friend?” she asked.

y/n nodded. “this is yoonchae, she’s pretty awesome.”

the korean landed a light hit on y/n’s arm, mumbling something about shutting up. The elderly store owner only chuckled as she whipped up two servings of tteokbokki.

“pretty awesome, huh? you youngens are truly something.” the store vendor said. y/n rolled her eyes playfully. “you’re acting like you’re old, you’re only in your forties!”

yoonchae took a bite of tteok and fish cakes, watching at how easily y/n and the store vendor conversed.

she was so easy going, it was.. interesting to say the least.

as days went by, yoonchae started noticing how y/n was somehow always present wherever she was; hanging outside of her classroom with her friends, in the library where only a handful of students really cared to go, and even near the school gates, just leaning against the wall.

“yoonchae! come on, let’s walk together.”

“didn’t know I’d find you here, you okay with me hanging with you for a little?”

“what book you reading now?”

and every single time, every single question, y/n would ask with such glee and with such softness in her eyes. it made yoonchae feel funny in a way.

those little encounters and quiet glances became their own little thing, a part of their routine of sorts.

she found herself walking home together with the girl, shoulders bumping against each other occasionally as they walked in silence.

not uncomfortable— quite the opposite, really.

it was the kind you’d want to last for just a moment longer, the kind where you can’t help but spare glances at the other just to make sure they’re still there.

and even with the cold air brushing against her skin, yoonchae felt warm.

“see you tomorrow!” y/n would say as she watched yoonchae enter her house, giving an almost exaggerated wave.

she’d always insisted on dropping her off first before returning home, saying she wanted to make sure yoonchae got home safe and sound, and that she could ‘handle’ herself wonderfully.

in all honesty, yoonchae at first thought it was just because she wanted to see where she lived. which may or may not still be a part of y/n’s reasons.

the korean set her bag aside alongside her shoes when she heard someone clearing their throat dramatically from the living room.

it was no other than sophia, of course.

“she’s been dropping you off a lot, huh?” the filipina asked, barely biting back the smile that played at her lips.

yoonchae only shook her head as she approached the couch where sophia and the others were. manon and daniela were seated together, watching tiktoks on their phones and occasionally showing each other the videos that made them laugh; lara was adding hair tinsels in megan’s hair; and sophia’s regularly scheduled musical marathon was playing on the tv.

it was a sight yoonchae was all too familiar with, and she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t always happy to see.

“y/n? she’s just like that.” yoonchae said as she sat on one end of the couch, arms crossing as she leaned her head on daniela’s shoulder who let her.

“you’re telling me she drops off all her friends at their houses every single day after school, even though her place is on the opposite end of the street?” sophia said with a small chuckle.

yoonchae was about to retort when lara spoke. “if she is like that then damn, I should’ve met her earlier. a friend like that’s really rare.”

megan couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. “yeah cause most of the time they aren’t friends, they’re lovers. that’s some girlfriend shit y/n’s doing.” “no swearing.” “sorry.”

daniela stretched a bit, lightly startling yoonchae’s thoughts. “no, but, that’s actually sweet. y/n’s a good friend.” she said. extending her arms over her head.

“is that what we’re calling gay people now? friends?” manon snickered as yoonchae groaned. “better than roommates,” lara replied with a shrug before the two shared a small fist bump.

“guys, please. we’re just friends, nothing more.” yoonchae said with an exaggerated sigh, like a parent who was tired of her kids finally asking if they could eat pizza for dinner.

the others shared a look before sophia pat her shoulder. “whatever you say, yoonchae.” her voice giving out that she wasn’t fully convinced.

yoonchae; ever perceptive, caught on though she didn’t push further. “go change out of your uniform, dinner’s still cooking.” she nodded before getting up from the couch.

after dinner, yoonchae found herself back in her shared room with sophia. the filipina had already went to sleep, saying that she should as well before she knocked out.

she was doing her homework, her pen moving on the paper gracefully as she answered each question with ease. then, a notification came in.

yoonchae turned off her phone, setting it face down as she took a moment to think about their conversation. her eyes scanned her paper, the once easy equations now seeming like a jumbled mess as she stared.

“you’re beautiful. I want everyone to see what I see.”

she shouldn’t even be this affected— y/n’s like this with a lot of people, right? the girl said it herself, she loves complimenting her friends.

but was that really it?

yoonchae closes her textbook and put her stationary away. she’ll do her homework in the morning, for now, she needs to rest and contemplate whatever y/n meant to her— or what was supposed to mean to her.

morning came, it was the weekends so that meant no school. great, awesome, yoonchae’s happy. she didn’t have to wake up too early, head still drowsy while she’d trying to do her tie.

she’s lounging around with megan, playing the mimic on roblox on her ipad whilst the hawaiian played on her laptop.

“yoonchae, help me— oh my god!” megan screeched as the death screen played. the pink-black haired girl huffed, crossing her arms over her chest as she shot a glare at the unbothered girl.. “i told you not to hide in the closet, that’s the consequences of your own actions.” yoonchae sassed.

“just revive, sophia bought us like five thousand robux a couple days ago.”

as megan revived, she spawned where yoonchae was, teleporting her and skipping past an entire chase scene which may have been for the best since she would’ve most likely waken up every house in their neighborhood. call it power vocals.

megan was talking about the next boss that’d be in the next update of the game whilst yoonchae was humming along. “no— we had kintoru in the first book,” “yeah but what if she comes back-”

then, a notification came. it was from y/n, of course.

“afk,” yoonchae said as she got her phone out of her hoodie pocket. “is that your girlfriend?” megan teased. “shut up.” the girl grumbled.

“wha— why’d you leave?? i literally just figured out the puzzle,” “i’ve got somewhere to be.” yoonchae answered quickly, a bit too quickly if it were up to megan.

meiyok looked at yoonchae, her expression knowing and playful. “you got a date?”

yoonchae’s head darted towards her direction, her hair gently hitting the girl’s face, making her let out a small ‘ow’.

“first of all, karma, second of all— it’s not a date, and third of all, you looked up how to solve the puzzle on youtube, i saw you opening up that tab.” and with that, yoonchae retreated back to her and sophia’s shared room, getting ready to go out for her plans that weren’t gonna happen until four hours later.

—

yoonchae stepped outside their house, already finding y/n at the sidewalk, kicking her feet on the pavement as she looked down at her shoes. she looked almost like a kid who got lost at the mall because they saw a pretty toy and let go of their parent’s hand.

cute.

y/n looked up at the sound of footsteps, her lips curving into an instant smile as she saw who it was. “hey,” she greeted. “you look lovely.”

yoonchae glanced down at her own outfit before shaking her head. “you’re glazing.” she said with a slight scoff to which y/n laughed. “i’m serious! you look good.”

the korean only nodded, facing away for a moment as she saw something through her peripheral vision— or perhaps it was just to hide the small blush on her cheeks that wasn't the one she'd originally applied.

"let's go!" y/n beamed, taking yoonchae's hand as they made their way to wherever she'd planned on taking her.

—

they took a couple photos outside the building itself, most looking like they weren’t even intended yet somehow came out beautifully.

“you’re so photogenic, has anyone ever told you that?” y/n marveled as she looked through the photos. “everyone tells me that.” yoonchae murmured, making the girl let a small huff of amusement. “mm, right. get inside already.”

whilst inside, y/n greeted the worker at the counter like she was her friend, which she most likely was.

yoonchae gave a small wave before the girl told her to go to the area where a comfortable looking chair near bookshelves were set.

“okay, so, uh..” y/n’s words trailed off for a moment before she regained herself. “we’re going for candid, high school sweetheart, vintage photos.” “what does that even mean?”

“it means just be you, do what you usually do.” she replied as she looked through the lens. “don’t look at the camera, pretend i’m not even here.”

she snapped a couple photos, each one looking like something you’d find in your parents’ old picture book from high school whilst they told you stories about ‘their time.’

the warm lighting helped a lot, making yoonchae glow in a way y/n had only really seen with her eyes— and now, the camera was seeing it too.

“perfect.” she muttered beneath her breath.

“hm?” y/n shook her head, urging yoonchae to just continue what she was already doing. “nothing, the photos just look pretty.”

yoonchae didn’t push further, but she swore she heard her say something. and she couldn’t help but feel that funny feeling in her chest again.

“let’s take a break.” y/n would say after a good hour. they sat down at one of the booths near the window

they chatted about whatever topics had come to mind, jumping from things like what each one would do if they were in a zombie apocalypse, to what their favorite type of rain is. it was awkward, but at the same time not? yoonchae couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but it felt easy.

“try this, it’s really good.” y/n said, gently sliding over her plate that had lemon tiramisu on it. the other girl looked at it, skeptically, as if interrogating the pastry with her gaze.

“oh come on, it’s not gonna bite you or anything.” y/n assured with a small playful eyeroll.

yoonchae relented, getting her fork before taking a bite of the sweet. her eyes widened slightly as the taste landed on her buds; it was sweet, tangy, and extremely creamy. like a blend of everything she loved usually coming together to bless her mouth.

the other girl watched with a mirthful smile that was barely hidden behind her hand. “told you so.” she spoke with what almost sounded like pride before she nudged the plate further towards yoonchae’s direction. “you can have it, I already ate earlier.”

you can have my favorite dish from my favorite cafe, because you’re my favorite person.

yoonchae only let out a hum of appreciation as she took another bite, savoring each one like it was her last.

—

their next stop was at the record store, apparently y/n’s uncle was the manager and she was given permission to use the place as background for her little photoshoot with yoonchae. she told her uncle it was to promote the place.

“uncle,” y/n said as they entered, the bell hanging on top of the door ringing gently, notifying their arrival. “no, y/n, we don’t have the new daniel caesar album in stock yet— oh?”

she moved to give her uncle a hug, to which he reciprocated before leaning close to whisper.

“who’s your friend?” he asked. “this is yoonchae, my friend from school and my muse for my project.”

yoonchae gave a bow, making y/n’s uncle shake his head slightly. “ah, no need to do all that.” he said, giving her a gentle yet at the same time firm handshake. “nice to meet you yoonchae, just call me marc.”

“pleasure to meet you, sir! thank you for letting us use your shop.” “yes well, my niece here wouldn’t stop nagging me about—” “pipe down!”

the korean let out a quiet laugh at the sight of her friend and her uncle bickering. y/n and her uncle were almost one of the same; laid back, extremely playful, and into music.

though yoonchae guessed there was a lot of people like that.

“c’mon, we gotta finish this before the sun’s down— sophia might kill me if i bring you home too late.” y/n said, already setting up her camera.

once again, y/n took photos of yoonchae as she browsed through the store. that candid and natural feel was evident in the pictures she took, each one looking like they came from the eyes of someone who was almost infatuated.

yoonchae glanced at y/n who was adjusting the settings on her camera once more before nudging her slightly. “you should be in some of the photos too.” she murmured.

“me? no, you’re my muse— it should be you in the photos.” y/n countered. “why not both?”

the girl couldn’t even find it in herself to protest, simply letting out a quiet sigh before nodding. “yeah, sure, why not.” she said with a slight smile.

marc watched from behind the counter with stephen, a store employee. “you think she likes her?” he whispered. “who?” luke glanced at the two, watching the way y/n and yoonchae pose together— or the way y/n was looking at the other girl like she was longing whilst the camera shot a couple photos.

“oh yeah, definitely.” stephen said with a small huff of laughter.

yoonchae’s eyes darted to a certain vinyl, her hands immediately moving to grab it as if it was something that already belonged to her.

“you guys have men I trust?” she said, almost enamored as she held it out. y/n looked at her, blinking once slowly then another before letting out a small laugh. “yeah, uncle marc has a lot of stuff in stock, you can find almost anything here."

“anything except for that new daniel caesar album because he hates my guts—” she murmured. “it’s been two weeks!” marc retaliated from the counter as stephen set his hand on his shoulder. “she’s ragebaiting.”

yoonchae rolled her eyes playfully at the banter before going back to scan the vinyl. she’d always wanted to start collecting, and after having seen lara owning a bunch of them in her room— it only furthered her interest.

she was so deep in thought, looking at the item in her hand like it’d personally slapped her. adrenaline, wonder, and conflict flashing in her eyes all at once. should she buy it? was it worth it? she didn’t even own a gramophone— i mean, lara did but would she really let her use it? well yeah, but was it worth the money—

“do you want it?” y/n’s voice cut through yoonchae’s thoughts. “huh?” the girl took the vinyl from her hands. “do you want it?” y/n repeated.

“you’re not spending money on me again— you already paid for the food earlier!” “that’s not what i’m asking.”

yoonchae tried grabbing the vinyl back to put it where she’d found it, but y/n seemed dead set on getting it for her. “answer the question, do you want it?” yoonchae groaned before murmuring “yeah.” gods, was y/n always like this?

y/n gave her a smile before going to the counter, her uncle standing behind it with stephen, holding a knowing grin as he crossed his arms over his chest. “you buying something for someone else? is hell freezing over?”

“shut up,” she murmured, the tone of which marc spoke in was familiar to y/n, one he’d use all the time whenever he ‘sensed chemistry.’ stephen only shook his head, a slight smile tugging at his lips. “you’re a good girlfriend, y/n.”

the girl shot him a look though he continued. “it takes people weeks of asking before they get what they want— but she only had to look at something and you’re already scrambling to get it for her.”

she stayed quiet for a moment, getting her money out of her wallet before her uncle said “just fifteen. niece discount.” followed by a playful wink.

niece discount? that never worked when she would try it before.

“she’s not my girlfriend.” y/n muttered, to which the two behind the counter only gave a not so convinced nod. “right, yeah, and i’m kehlani.”

—

the two were walking back home, to yoonchae’s home to be more specific. she kept glancing at the paper bag in her hand, still not fully processing that it had a vinyl that she wanted in it.

“you didn’t have to get it for me.” yoonchae said, though y/n only hummed. “consider it me saying thanks for being my muse.” she said with a smile.

yoonchae watched her for a moment before feeling a smile of her own curving on each corner of her lips. the sight of it made y/n turn away briefly, cheeks tinting a light shade of red.

pretty. she thought to herself.

before they knew it, they were in front of yoonchae’s door. she only knocked once, that seemed like it was enough as the door swiftly opened, revealing an overly excited sophia and a teasing manon.

“hello, lovebirds.” manon said with a wiggle of her brows. yoonchae groaned whilst y/n only smiled. “hi manon, hi sophia. thank you for letting me borrow yoonchae for today.”

sophia gave a dismissive wave, grabbing yoonchae’s shoulder as she tried to leave. “hays, don’t worry. we haven’t had a weekend this peaceful until now. I hope she wasn’t too much of a hassle.” “unnie.” the girl said, her voice bordering a whine to which manon only laughed.

“she wasn’t a hassle at all.” y/n reassured, giving her classmate a smile. “i’ll see you on monday.” yoonchae looked at her and nodded. “.. yeah, see you on monday.”

sophia and manon shared a look before moving away from the door to give the two a moment to themselves before they separated.

once alone, yoonchae shifted slightly, moving her weight from one foot to the other before saying “thanks again for the vinyl.. and for the food.. and for the plushie from the claw machine.” saying it all out loud made her realize how much the girl had spent on her, making her feel a bit bad.

y/n merely shrugged as if it was nothing. “it’s no big deal, really.” she said, before giving yoonchae’s shoulder a small nudge. “thanks for helping me out today. I really appreciate it.”

the girl watched as y/n retracted her hand, the brief contact remaining even as seconds had already passed. “yeah, no problem.” she muttered.

“i’ll see you around. try not to stay up too long tonight.” and with that, y/n turned and began walking off, hands in the pockets of her jacket as she hummed a random song that’d been playing at the record shop earlier.

yoonchae only smiled. not the faint one she’d give when her classmates would thank her for help with their work, and certainly not the awkward one she’d usually hold when around people she wasn’t accustomed to.

this one actually reached her eyes.

maybe that was a telltale that she’d grown accustomed to y/n’s company, to her presence. or maybe she was just her friend.

yoonchae closed the front door to their house, hearing it lock with a gentle click. she took off her shoes, paper bag full of things y/n’d gotten her today still in hand. she entered the living room, hoping to lounge around a bit before going to change, only to find the others already seated around like they were having a meeting, their smiles barely being contained.

“sit down, you will be telling us about today.” sophia said it like it was a command, not that she sounded scary— hardly. it was more like a child too excited for it’s own good, ready to burst at the sight of a candy store.

this was gonna be a long night.

gods. this felt like banter between lovers. promises of being taken out to dinner, flattering her, and calling her a geek. what did sophia call them? best friend premium— whatever that meant.

yoonchae set her phone back down on her desk as she redirected her attention onto the professor.

one could say she hated history more than she hated vouging, but that’d still be up for debate.

what wasn’t up for debate though seemed to be how she felt about y/n. did that mean she knew what she was feeling? hell no, but she did know she didn’t like it— or at the very least wasn’t used to it.

i mean, how else would someone react when a random girl decides she wants to stick around for longer than she should? do all of these acts like she’s your partner whilst labeling it as her being friendly?

it was confusing, it was infuriating— and it was theirs.

undeniably, sadly, fortunately.

yoonchae would deny anything relating y/n, but what she wouldn’t deny was the fact that she enjoyed or at least relished what was happening between the two.

—

a week or so had passed, y/n waited anxiously for the results of the photography competition— yoonchae knows because she’d been on the phone with her almost every single day, watching as the girl panicked, calmed down, talked about her day, only to panic once more.

it was almost amusing, like watching a hamster running on a wheel or a dog chasing its own tail.

then, the notification came from both ends.

new post from dream academy high.

y/n l/n, her friend— supposed friend— won.

there was a silence between the two lines before the other girl let out a sound that one could only describe as a war cry. “I won!” she screamed with glee. “they’re gifting this fujifilm camera! super expensive, really nice quality, and very much mine!”

yoonchae listened as the h/c girl cheered, all the while her eyes was still staring at the official post made by their school.

that was her and y/n, standing in her uncle’s record shop. she was browsing aimlessly, whilst the latter looked at her like she’d placed every star on the sky by hand.

it made her breath hitch. just a fraction though.

“this looks like a photo you’d see daily sapphic on twitter post.” she said with a small huff of laughter. “now that you mention it, it kinda does.” y/n agreed, letting out her own chuckle.

”but hey, it won me that camera— and some extra credit so I’m not complaining.”

typical response from the girl, and yoonchae couldn’t help but find it charming. damn y/n and her infuriatingly likable self.

“you wouldn’t have won without me,” yoonchae quipped. y/n didn’t retort, didn’t even deny it— instead, she just hummed quietly, softly almost. “you’re right. I won because of you.” she said, not condescendingly like some might expect from a winner. It was raw, genuine.

”thank you, yoonchae. I really do appreciate you.” she added in a voice that made the girl feel that weird feeling in her stomach yet again.

yoonchae cleared her throat, suddenly feeling her mouth go dry. oh, look. it’s night. perfect excuse to end the call. “i’ve got to go, congrats on winning. bye.”

she hadn’t even waited for the girl to reply before hanging up and throwing her phone.

she buried her face into her pillow before letting out a screech.

what the hell was happening??

how did coming early and cleaning the classroom end up into this??

sophia and lara came into the room at the sound of yoonchae’s muffled scream, worried that something’d happened, only to find the girl talking to herself with frustration and something else they couldn’t quite name evident in her voice.

“I mean she’s just my friend— she probably only sees me as a friend, why am I so worked up over it? it’s not that deep, jesus— but even so, why does she make me feel so-”

“yoonchae?” lara’s voice cut through the girl’s rambling, making her throw a pillow at their direction, suddenly hyper aware of her surroundings. “have you ever heard of knocking?!” she said with a slight groan.

sophia shot lara a look, to which she only shrugged. the filipina sighed before moving to sit down on yoonchae’s bed. “we’ve been calling you down for dinner and you didn’t answer, and then we find you talking to yourself. what’s wrong?”

curse sophia and her maternal personality.

yoonchae looked at the girl, noticing the way she had her arms held out. she begrudgingly came closer, melting in her arms as sophia gave her a much needed hug.

“.. i’m confused.” the korean murmured. “more confused than I’ve ever been in my entire life.”

lara felt her heart ache slightly at the tone yoonchae spoke in. it was one they’d only ever heard her talk in when she moved out of her parent’s house, when she’d talk about missing them and wishing she could visit more often.

it was a rare sight of vulnerability, one she’d only expressed when around a handful of people.

she took place on the edge of the bed, patting yoonchae’s shoulder as she nodded, urging her to continue. silently telling her that they’ll listen.

“i’ve never felt.. this weird before. she’s my friend, i don’t want to like her— but i think I do.” she said quietly, voice bordering cracking.

“she always acts like she’s more and it’s confusing me— does she want to be more?”

“but she says it’s because we’re friends. what if she’s just like that? what if i’m reading in too much and she doesn’t actually like me?��

“i don’t know what to do anymore.”

lara and sophia shared a look as they listened to yoonchae rant, the filipina hummed lowly, her fingers running through yoonchae’s hair. “I know you’re confused, it’s okay. it’s your first time feeling this way, and it sucks that it’s happening this way.”

she pulled back just enough to look at yoonchae, nodding her head just slightly in that same way your mom would when encouraging you. it was comforting in a way.

“you don’t have to do anything, yoonchae. you’re not obligated to make a move, but i do think you should talk to her about it.” lara could see yoonchae shaking her head, ready to retort but she cut her off. “we know it’s scary, but— as cliché as it sounds— communication really is the key, especially for things like this.”

yoonchae let out a quiet sigh, her shoulders sagging slightly as she leaned her head back down on sophia’s shoulder. lara only let out a quiet chuckle. this was making her remember the first time she had a crush on a girl. her older sister, rhea’s friend no less.

“it’s okay yoonchae,” the filipina said with a more cheerful tone, hoping to make the girl feel better. “yeah, i was in your position once too. trust me, I get the struggles of having a confusing girl friend.” lara added on with a playful huff.

yoonchae listened to the two girls talk, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

it was faint, but it was real.

before anyone could say anything else, there was a knock on the door.

there stood manon, daniela, and megan— peeking in like kids at the stairs on christmas night, waiting for santa to come down the chimney.

“it’s dinner time, and there was only three of us at the table.” manon said, arms crossing over her chest. “yeah! and dani already had an entire bowl of the ramen— if she decides to go back for seconds there might not be any more left for the rest of ya.” megan added.

the latina shot her a glare, lightly hitting her arm to which megan winced in result. “anyway, come on before the food gets cold, and before I do decide to go back for seconds.”

yoonchae nodded her head slightly, a soft laugh leaving her lips at the banter being shared. she loved her found family.

coming to school the next day was awkward to say the least.

she only had one class with y/n, and it was at the end of the day. yoonchae could handle that, right? surely she could manage that.

after all, it was only an hour lecture, what were the odds she’d have to work with the girl she was unfortunately yearning for?

yeah well, apparently today luck didn’t want to be on yoonchae’s side.

for the entirety of that day, she kept her eyes on the floor, the walls, the damn sun— everything, anything but y/n.

oh, she said hi? suddenly she had to go talk to hyein.

the girl was approaching her? she left something in her history class.

y/n wanted to sit together during lunch?

sorry she wasn’t feeling hungry.

even as she was left panting from running from one wing of the school to the other, even as she grumbled to herself as she got a snack from the vending machine— a result of her skipping lunch just to avoid the girl, and even as she saw the look of confusion and what seemed to be hurt on y/n’s face; yoonchae just couldn’t bring herself to look at her, much less talk to her.

it was just too much to bear.

but don’t get her wrong, she felt horrible. yoonchae didn’t like dismissing y/n, pretending like she didn’t exist, but it was easier that way. or that’s what it seemed like anyway.

her other friends, hyein and moka, noticed yoonchae’s fidgety and on edge demeanor, asking her what was wrong and if she was okay.

and instead of confiding in them, telling them that no—she wasn’t okay because she didn’t know if she wanted y/n as a friend or more and that it was eating at her— she just told them it was nothing, shrugging it off like how she was shrugging y/n off.

the day seemed to fly by, much to the korean’s dismay.

she was contemplating faking being sick to be sent to the nurse’s office just to skip her last lecture, but she knew sophia would scold her if she found out.

so, she decided to bite the bullet. her hold on her textbook tightening as she entered the classroom. she was early, of course she was— she was almost always the first person to arrive.

keyword: almost.

there, seated on her usual seat was y/n. gazing out the window with her notebook already open.

she didn’t seem to notice her coming in, which was both great and a bit disheartening. yoonchae noticed one wired earphone laying aimlessly on her desk, guessing that the other was in y/n’s ear.

she did her best not to make too much noise as to draw the girl’s attention as she found her position in a random seat at the other end of the classroom.

yoonchae shifted slightly as she opened up her textbook, trying her best to just focus on the material they were gonna tackle today, but she could feel y/n’s eyes on the back of her head, as if she was piercing through her and staring right into her soul.

out of sight, out of mind. out of sight, out of mind. out of sight, out of mind. out of sight, out of mind. out of sight, out of mind—

she kept repeating to herself as she forced herself to fix her attention on the pages, her hand finding her pen as she diligently took notes of what she could understand and what she’ll need to look out for once their lecture started.

all the while, y/n only looked at her. confused, frustrated, and a bit hurt— scratch that— very hurt.

they were okay just a couple days ago, what changed? had she done something? did she say something to upset yoonchae?

every attempt she’d made in conversing, spending time, or even to ask what was wrong was shrugged off like she was bug bothering her and not her friend.

maybe she was overthinking, but who wouldn’t? when you’ve grown so fond and so used to someone’s presence, being without them makes you feel empty. hollow. and that was something y/n never wanted to be.

the rest of the students began pouring in, followed by their professor. and soon enough, class started.

y/n snuck glances at yoonchae who didn’t even once look back at her. ouch.

she let out a quiet sigh, muttering beneath her breath about how this was stupid and how she shouldn’t be getting worked up or upset over being so deliberately ignored— oh but she was, trust her, she was.

she glanced at the front of the class to their professor, his back was turned to them as he wrote on the whiteboard.

y/n got her phone under her desk, resting it on her lap as her hands moved across the screen.

yoonchae felt her phone vibrate on her desk, she looked at her teacher briefly before sneaking it in between the pages of her textbook. who was messaging her at this time?

are we okay?

i’m sorry if i did anything wrong.

please talk to me

yoonchae’s chest hurt in a way she’d never felt before. she wanted to tell the girl she hadn’t done anything and that it was her that was the problem. her and her stupid feelings.

but she couldn’t, even as her hands itched to reply, even as she got this impulsive urge to get up and just yell at the girl that she liked her— she couldn’t bring herself to do anything.

she stared at the message as if it’d give her the answer— which in honesty, it did. talk to me. but that was much easier said than done.

yoonchae exhaled slowly before turning her phone off and shoving it in her bag.

she could see through her peripheral vision how y/n’s shoulders dropped, her light dimming in a way she’d never seen before— and yet here she was, being the reason for it.

this sucked.

yoonchae sucked, these feeling sucked.

their lecture came to an end as the bell rang for the final time that day, signaling the end of their classes for the time being. most students scurried out to leave, and as per usual yoonchae stayed to clean.

only this time, she was back to cleaning by herself.

yoonchae wasn’t glad, not even at the slightest bit. but she wasn’t hurt— well, not as much as she should have been. instead, she felt hollow, vain.

she was cleaning the desks, wiping the surfaces and throwing whatever trash was underneath. then, she reached y/n’s desk.

there was a paper folded neatly. it was deliberate, planned.

despite herself, yoonchae unfolded the paper, hands trembling just the slightest bit as she read the words scribbled on the torn page.

i’ll wait.

it was small, but it was enough to reassure her.

and honestly, she’ll take that more than anything.

days of silence turned into weeks, and as weeks passed, it soon turned into a month.

people on campus almost couldn’t believe their eyes at the sight of the two ignoring each other like the bubonic plague. they were posed as the school’s best photographer and her muse, and yet here they were, walking the same halls as strangers.

y/n seemed fine. better than fine, even—laughing, smiling, her camera always in hand. still radiant, still magnetic, still the same girl who made yoonchae’s pulse spike like she’d stepped off the edge of a cliff.

and yoonchae? she was unraveling.

sophia and the others thought the silence between them had ended weeks ago, that everything had gone back to normal. but they didn’t notice how she lingered at the school gates, waiting for a familiar figure who never came.

they didn’t see the way her eyes searched every crowd and landed empty.

she covered it with shrugs, excuses about y/n being busy with the photography club, now the school’s official resident photographer.

funny, really. a perfect score on one assignment had bloomed into a talent, a reputation, a future.

and all the while, yoonchae had gone from y/n’s muse… to nothing.

it was almost pitiful, how proud she still felt watching y/n’s photos pinned up in the hallway, how much she wanted to be there beside her. pathetic, how happiness for y/n always came tangled with the ache of not being allowed to share it.

but she had only herself to blame.

y/n had promised to wait—promised she’d stay until yoonchae was ready to talk. she probably still thought it was her fault, some careless word that pushed yoonchae away.

did she stay up at night too? tossing, turning, wondering where it all went wrong? did she still think of her, even a little?

yoonchae clung to that thought until it rotted in her hands.

one morning, after admitting to her friends over breakfast that things weren’t okay—that they hadn’t even done as much as uttered a word to each other in a month—she finally cracked.

she opened her phone. typed. erased. typed again.

hey. too casual.

hii. stupid.

how are you these days? she sounded like a parent.

i missed you. too clingy.

her chest was tight, vision blurry, but she forced herself to hit send.

one word. small. trembling. hers.

then the bubble turned green.

green.

the air punched out of her lungs.

had y/n blocked her? since when? why?

she said she’d wait. she promised. did yoonchae take too long? had y/n grown tired of her stalling, her fear, her silence—and finally decided to move on?

was that it?

was it over?

the friendship, the late-night walks, the laughter, the warmth—was all of it gone now?

a hundred questions burned through her, each one sharper than the last. but the one that tore her apart was the one she’d never be brave enough to ask:

“do you like me back?”

she was one word away from something real, and she choked. one chance, and she ran.

maybe this was what she deserved—watching from the sidelines, applauding y/n’s light while she sat alone in the dark.

maybe the cruelest part of it all was knowing she hadn’t lost y/n because she was unloved. she’d lost her because she was afraid.

and now she’d never know if y/n could’ve loved her back.

�� ✿֔ᮬ ( 𝑛𝑖𝑘𝑖 𝘵𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑠 ) 𖹭 SHE’S FINALLY DONE. this has been in my drafts for.. *checks notes* almost two months now. wow. i hope you guys enjoy this because i really did pour my blood sweat and tears into this fic😞

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Wanda Maximoff x Reader You have feelings for Wanda but you're too shy to tell her

Natasha lands another blow to your stomach and you stumble, falling flat on your back on the matt. You groan loudly and she laughs, reaching out her hand “Distracted. Again.”

You take her hand, letting her pull you back up “I was not- You just- You-”

“You were staring at Wanda.” Natasha teases “You couldn’t be any more obvious if you tried.”

Your face flushes red and you give her a little shove as she laughs at you “I was not!”

Natasha rolls her eyes “Will you just ask her out already instead of drooling over her?”

“I don’t like her like that.” You glance over at Wanda “And anyway, she wouldn’t wanna go out with me.”

Natasha laughs; rolling her eyes again “Whatever. Can you at least pay attention then?”

You nod, trying to concentrate on training and sparring with Nat but your attention keeps being caught by Wanda’s training. She’s training with Vision, trying to gain better control of her powers. She looks so graceful, so cool-

Natasha pins you again easily and groans, going off to find someone else to spar with who’ll put up more of a fight. Wanda glances over and you quickly look away, heading across the gym to the punching bag for something to do.

You’ve been punching for about fifteen minutes when you feel a tap on your shoulder. When you turn around you see Wanda’s smiling face “Hey. Do you wanna spar?” You don’t say anything for a moment so Wanda continues “I’ve been practicing with my powers but I thought I could use some more hand to hand combat training and you’re really good.” You still say nothing and Wanda’s smile starts to falter “If you don’t want to-”

“No!” You feel yourself cringe at how loud your outburst was “No, its fine. We can train together.”

Wanda’s smile returns “Great!” You both head back over to the training mat and she faces you “Okay. Don’t hold back. I’m not gonna use my powers so it’ll be a fair fight.”

You nod. You don’t have any powers but Wanda’s right; you are a good fighter after years of training. Originally you had plans to be a police officer - you’d trained and you were good, the best in your squad. Once you’d got the job though you’d hated how corrupt it was and how useless the role had made you feel. The turning point had been when you’d finally caught a notorious criminal who’d been let go on a technicality. There was no closure for his victims and you’d walked away from your job that very afternoon.

It was Natasha who’d recommended you to the Avengers – you’d met her a few years ago and had become quick friends. You’d vented to her about your frustrations with the justice system and she’d seen something in you that you hadn’t seen in yourself. And now here you were – a frickin’ Avenger.

You and Wanda begin to spar and although you’re the better fighter you’re also finding it difficult to concentrate. You’ve always admired Wanda, thinking she’s beautiful and powerful, and watching her fight, even though it’s you that she’s fighting is almost breathtaking.

Wanda takes you down with ease and frowns “You’re going easy on me.”

“I’m not! But you’re good, you-”

Wanda shakes her head “I’ve seen you fight way more experienced people than me Y/N. In fact on our last mission you held your own against three men.” You smile sheepishly – that had been a particularly good moment for you actually, you’d fought like a damn pro “Come on, I asked you not to go easy on me.”

You sigh and nod “Okay but I don’t wanna hurt you-”

“I can take a punch.” Wanda reassures you “Come on.”

You start sparring again and force yourself to focus on the task at hand rather than looking at how cool Wanda looks as she fights, though that proves to be rather difficult. Wanda always fights like she’s a dancer, looking so graceful and beautiful whilst also being almost incomprehensively powerful.

You were the most recent addition to the Avengers so Wanda had already been here when you’d arrived. Natasha had shown you to your room – not all of the Avengers lived at the compound but most did, including Wanda and now you. You’d been placed next door to Wanda and she’d immediately come out of her room to introduce herself to you.

It wasn’t long before you were going in and out of each other’s rooms like you’d been friends for years. Most nights you were like two kids having a sleepover. She had a guitar in her room and you’d asked her to play something but she confessed she was still learning so you’d sat there whilst she practiced her chords. Another night you’d both stayed up until stupid o’clock in the morning watching old horror films and eating snacks – Steve had reprimanded you both when you’d been exhausted at training the next day. He’d even gone as far as splitting you up like you were naughty kids though you kept catching each other’s eye across the gym and giggling.

And then there was the night where she’d slept in your room. In the middle of the night, under the soft glow of your fairy lights she’d started telling you about her childhood with her twin brother Pietro and about how they’d both signed up for the experimentation that had given them their powers. And as you’d laid there, sharing the same bed as her, you’d slowly began to realise – you were falling for her.

After that things changed. You stopped inviting her into your room and you stopped visiting hers. Whenever she came round you’d make up some excuse for why you couldn’t hang out. You’d pushed your feelings down as far as they would go, hoping that distance and time would get rid of them, but they were still there. And they were only getting stronger.

Before you realise what you’ve done you’ve pinned Wanda and she grins “That’s more like it. My badass.”

Your face is close to hers and you both just stare at each other for a moment, both breathing heavily from the sparring match. And then before you even realise what you’re doing, unable to take it anymore, you press your lips to hers in a gentle, innocent kiss, closing your eyes.

Wanda is surprised but not completely – she’d noticed you withdrawing from her. She’d spent a few nights lying awake wondering if she’d done something wrong and how she could fix things. Until she’d started noticing the looks you were giving her from across the room. The looks that had given Wanda so much hope that you felt the same way for her as she did for you. But Wanda was terrified to make the first move, scared she’d misread your looks and that she’d push you away even further.

You pull away, embarrassed, but Wanda sits up a little, putting her hand on your cheek and kisses you again. Your eyes widen a little in surprise but you quickly kiss her back, wrapping your arm around her waist and pulling her closer to you, almost into your lap. She moves her arm to wrap around your neck, kissing you with more intensity. You close your eyes again, the kiss becoming hotter and heavier by the second.

You would’ve happily stayed like that forever until you hear a cough and you both break apart, glancing in the direction of the noise. It’s Tony, looking very happy with himself “So… What’s going on here?”

You’re bright red as you mumble “Nothing.” You jump up from the mat, reaching your hand out to pull Wanda to her feet. The moment she’s up she keeps hold of your hand and pulls you out of the gym.

Once you’re in the empty corridor you look at her, worried “Wanda, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-”

Wanda cuts you off with another kiss, pushing you against the wall, her hand on your waist. You don’t waste any time, wrapping one arm around her neck and pulling her against you. The feel of her warm body against yours is everything you’ve been hoping for over the past few weeks and you let out a soft, needy moan into her mouth. Wanda grins against your lips before pulling back and whispering “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

“I- I was shy- I didn’t think-”

Wanda laughs, running her fingers up and down your side “Still feeling shy?”

You swallow hard, flushing even redder as she meets your eye. She’s so close to you, you can feel her breath against your cheek. It’s like electricity. You nod wordlessly – this is everything you’ve been hoping for and more but you still feel shy.

Wanda smiles “We’ll have to fix that, won’t we?”

She leans forward, burying her face in your neck and pressing soft kisses. You let out a breath “Okay… Where was this confidence when I was pining for you?”

Wanda grins, nipping gently at your neck “Pining for me, huh?” She runs a hand over the waistband of your gym pants “It’s been a long time since you spent some time in my room, huh?”

You nod, your voice quiet “Yeah, I… I guess it has.” You turn your head, pressing another quick kiss to her lips “I guess we should rectify that, huh?”

Wanda grins and takes your hand, both of you hurrying down the corridor towards her room. Things have certainly escalated over the past hour but you’re thrilled. You still feel shy – but you trust Wanda to take care of you and make sure you’re comfortable. And hopefully by this time tomorrow… You won’t feel so shy anymore.

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