#went down the color hair road and i am never turning back <3

[wonderbias]

Manipulate, Manslaughter, Malewife

Pairing: Modern! Aemond Targaryen x OC

Genre: Fun, fluff, tiny tiny tiny angst.

Warnings: language, mentions of sexual relationships, suggestive.

Words: +2.5K

A/N: So, I know a lot have been waiting for Part 3 of my other story...I've been waiting too for the ~~inspiration~~ but, meanwhile, I had this idea yesterday and thought "why not share it?" Hope you like it!

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Like every day at 8 AM the mothers of the kindergarten stood against the entrance of the institution. Some were on their phone, some were talking among themselves, and others admired their expensive manicure, but they were all waiting for the same.

Aemond Targaryen.

Finally, the silver and expensive car parked, and from it descended the Valyrian God, as many liked to call him.

Others called him a variety of names that wouldn't be appropriate saying it out loud.

Aemond went to the back door of his car and from it jumped down a small kid with his same hair color and a wide smile.

The sight made some hearts melt.

(It made some panties damper too but, let's not pay attention to that.)

Father and son walked holding hands from their car into the kindergarten, the little Rhaegar happily following his dad.

When they disappeared behind the doors, a collective sigh could be heard.

"Did you see it?" "He's so loving!" "His kid is just like him." "He only smiles when he's with Rhaegar, I saw them the other day in the supermarket."

"I'm going to ask him on a date," suddenly announced Brianna, the recently-divorcee-who-had-undergone-breast-surgery-and-a-lipo.

Every mother turned to look at her, some with disgust, some with surprise, some with admiration.

Marie finally spoke, "Sorry, but he's married. Didn't you see the wedding band?"

Brianna rolled her eyes but the one who answered was Rebecca, one of Brianna's friends who was the 'live, laugh, love' type, "No he's not! Another friend of mine works in the Civil Registration Office and tells me that there's no Mrs. Targaryen!"

Marie thought it was ridiculous how grown-up women were making little jumps like teenagers.

Obviously, Rebecca couldn't contain herself and kept talking, "Girls, he's a widower, I'm sure of it. He never mentions someone-"

"He barely talks…," Marie cuts her.

"- nobody has seen him with anyone and he doesn't have a big social life! He's perfect and, if you search, his family has millions and millions!" Rebecca stated, ignoring Marie's attempts to interrupt her.

"Shut up! He's coming," muttered Brianna, walking to the front of the group of women.

As on cue, Aemond Targaryen walked out of the building, stern face and dark glasses on. He noticed the group of women and greeted them with a slight tilt of his head.

"Ladies," he spoke, with the deep and soft tone that Marie imagined some of her favorite book characters had.

He got inside his car and, in a matter of seconds, he was on the road.

"I'm doing it, I won't die before getting a taste of that dick," Brianna announced with a face full of determination, while she adjusted her new breasts inside the tight blouse she was wearing.

Run, Aemond Targaryen, run. Marie thought.

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The ritual repeated at 1 PM.

There were a few differences though: the mothers and fathers awaited their kids, the kids ran outside to greet them and Rhaegar Targaryen was picked up by his nanny.

Marie could tell that the woman was nice and really cared for Rhaegar, but the truth was that they had never really talked beside the occasional greeting and chatting about kids. She also knew that the group of 'Cool moms', in which Brianna and Rebecca were part of, liked to treat the nanny as if she was a handmaid, and women of money didn't talk to the help.

But today was different, she thought while watching how Brianna talked with the nanny (who was looking at her interlocutor skeptically) and tried to be friendly.

She moved closer to them, to listen to their conversation and so that she could interfere in case Brianna acted like her usual self and insulted the poor woman.

"So, I was thinking, maybe we could arrange a play date with Logan and Rhaegar," suggested Brianna, in an overly sweet tone.

The nanny smiled, "Oh, I'm sure Rhaegar will love it."

"It could be this Thursday, at five? In my house?" Brianna said a little too quickly.

"Damn girl, you're a viper," Marie thought. "The only day that Aemond Targaryen picks up his kid."

"Oh," the poor woman was a little overwhelmed, she noticed. "I think it'll be fine-"

Brianna interrupted her by putting a hand on her arm, "Tell your boss, darling, and tell him to call me so we can arrange the play date." Then she handed the girl a card with her contact information, "Please, tell Mr. Targaryen to call me, I'll be awaiting his call."

She was distracted by her kid running towards her but, as she walked to her car, she could see the poor nanny having a dumbfounded face.

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Are you sure?

Yes! Why would I lie?

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Turns out that the play date, according to Brianna, had turned out "excellent, I have him wrapped around my finger".

(Marie thought that Brianna had misunderstood Aemond's good manners as flirting, the girl was so desperate that she was blind in her judgment.)

Anyway, she had announced that during Trivia Night at School, her plans to conquer the Valyrian God and drag him into her bed, she had also shared how she had gone to get a brazilian wax in preparation for "her great night".

Meanwhile, her husband, James, and she had dressed up for the occasion. James was particularly interested in how almost every single or divorced mother was pursuing the widower Aemond Targaryen.

Marie spotted Aemond Targaryen in the crowd of parents, talking to some other men, she pointed at him discreetly, "That's him, babe. Be discreet…no! I told you to be…don't look, don't look…now, I think he's distracted."

She loved James, but if she sent the man to spy on someone, he would end up ringing the bell. He had stood there looking at the Targaryen directly, trying to see a glimpse of his face, and, finally, when he did, the idiot had softly whistled, "Damn, he's hot! I'm doubting my sexuality."

Marie nudged her husband's shoulder, "Shh! You idiot!" Still, she couldn't deny that her husband was right.

"Oh, man! I'm hoping that when he rejects Brianna I can be close so I can watch the exact moment her face drops," he had said while they were waiting for their drinks. James wasn't too fond of Brianna after how she had cheated on one of his friends in college. "Oh, I can't wait, love! I need to get another drink in advance to celebrate."

"How are you so sure that he's going to reject her?" she was genuinely curious. Besides the plastic surgery, Brianna was pretty, any man would find her attractive.

James turned to look at her, "Honey, I have a feeling about this, trust me."

She took a sip of her margarita, "Good or bad?"

James stared at the back of Aemond Targaryen and nodded, "Good."

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A few hours had passed and every adult seemed a little drunk, the drinks were free so…Why not?

Why not? Marie cursed her earlier self as she entered the bathroom, turns out that the side effect, that nobody mentions, of having children is that your bladder will never be the same, that's why she was on her third trip to the bathroom.

Great, only one is occupied.

She did her business, which never seemed to end, and got out of the cubicle. As she's washing her hands and checking that her makeup and her hair aren't too ruined, the door of the second cubicle opens and a familiar face appears.

"Hi, Marie! How are you?" says the nanny of Rhaegar Targaryen.

Marie is confused. You see: the nanny she's used to is a tall woman who usually wears cargo pants, a t-shirt, and sneakers. Not a drop of makeup, sometimes she wears glasses, her brown hair in a ponytail and she believes the nanny has green eyes.

But this…woman? She's the nanny her grandmother advised her daughter's not to let her enter their houses or they would find their husband balls deep in her pussy.

Gods, she's intimidated by her looks...

This nanny reloaded is gorgeous. She's tall, like really tall, and she's wearing heels which make her even taller! She's wearing a gorgeous dark blue dress that's barely above her knee and it also has a neckline that shows her full breasts (if I had tits like that I would be naked 24/7). Her hair is mid-length and light brown, her lips are full and painted a glossy red and her green eyes appear to be shining thanks to her makeup.

Marie has a hard time finding her words, but she still tries, "Um…hi." Great Marie, now you're being rude. You're also being rude by not knowing her name.

Oh shit, what was her name? Something…Italian? Spanish? Maybe?

To her surprise, the nanny reloaded laughs, "I know it's not my usual attire, I know I look a little weird. My name's Fiamma, by the way."

She felt herself blush in embarrassment, "Oh! I'm sorry, I'm terrible at remembering names. You look beautiful, by the way…"

Wait, why was she here?

There are no kids here…it's just parents and teachers.

But she's no parent…and no teacher…who invited her?

She watches as Fiamma AKA 'The Nanny' checks her makeup in the mirror and then grabs a big purse.

They exit the bathroom and start walking towards the 'party'. Marie can't contain herself and stops.

"I'm sorry Fiamma, I know I'm being rude but, why are you here? Are you…dating a parent or a teacher?" she asks and immediately regrets doing it because the look the other woman gives to her is one of disdain.

But…she's a nanny! She shouldn't be here, the school is very strict to let anybody enter their grounds and she's-

"You know Marie, I know women like you, even men. They think they're so 'liberal' and 'inclusive' but when they're finally facing someone who doesn't act or look or even dress like them…well, they show their true colors," expressed Fiamma, clenching her hands but still maintaining eye contact.

She was sure she hadn't been this embarrassed and ashamed in a long time.

"I'm…I-I don't know what you're talking about-," she muttered.

To her disgrace, Fiamma raised a hand, signaling her to stop talking, "You and your lot of 'Mom friends' never treated me well, you barely even talked to me, never asked for my name. Hell, nobody asked or gave me their number when I asked!"

"Why would we want a nanny's number?!" blurted out Marie.

Oh, fuck. I shouldn't have said that. I can't say things like that.

Clutching her purse tightly she realized how disrespectful she had been, "I'm sorr-"

But Fiamma was already climbing up the stairs, she tried to follow her (to do what? Apologize? Ask for forgiveness? Ask her to don't tell anyone?) but it was in vain, Fiamma was already walking towards…

Oh, my fucking God! How old is she? Was she going to tell on her to Aemond Targaryen? How could she believe that her employer would listen to a mere nanny-

Wait…he's hugging her.

And now he's…kissing her?!

She quickly moved through the crowd and found a more secluded place where she could sit and process everything that had happened.

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For a few minutes, she sat there, on the small bench, trying to understand what had happened.

What the fuck is going on here?

The sound of the gravel alerted her of the presence of another person.

Great…she's back to fight some more.

"You know, Marie, of all the vipers…I thought you were…different," said a low voice.

She didn't have to raise her head to know that Aemond Targaryen was talking to her.

Still, she was proud (and dumb enough to fight him back).

She raised from her seat and muttered through clenched teeth, "I'm not the one who's fucking the nanny and showing her around here! I don't know how is it in Westeros, but things here-"

"She's my wife, you dumb bitch," he deadpanned. He stared at her dead in the eye and continued, "You thought you were being nice and courteous to someone 'lower' than you when the truth is that you are a snobbish fucker that thinks that she's above everyone."

Her pressure dropped, "I-I-I-I'm…n-n-not-"

Aemond interrupted her again and, she could swear, she saw fire in his eyes, "Now, I think you owe my wife an apology. If you're quick, you can be after Brianna and Rebecca… there are more people in the line and those two have lengthy apologies for believing me a horny widower."

Her mouth was agape and her hands and legs were shaking, she hadn't been in so much fear in…her life. With all the energy she could muster she nodded, and that seemed to please the man because he turned into his heel and walked away.

She had to sit down to calm herself, but couldn't contain her tears. She had been humiliated and even scolded like a brat and while every bone in her wanted to keep fighting, deep down she knew that she had been a bitch on purpose to a person only because it didn't fit the wealthy environment.

Suddenly she heard quick steps and a panting breath, "Honey, you won't believe this! The Targaryen is married! You should have seen Brianna's face when he told her in front of his wife, the bitch even started crying for 'giving her false hopes' and the wife told her to 'assure yourself that your conquest isn't married before a brazilian wax'! It was a-ma-zing!..."

"Wait, why are you crying?!"

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Fiamma walked down the stairs after checking her kids were fine and sleeping and searched around the house for her husband.

She found him in the kitchen, apron on, sleeves up, and hair tied, washing the dishes. Pouring herself more wine, she took advantage of the fact that he wasn't facing her to admire his back.

"Thank you for defending my…honor, as you nicely put it," her voice was velvety, filled with love and gratitude.

He chuckled, "I had to, love. One thing is being rude to me, I can handle it but, when you came with that card? I wanted to strangle her."

"And not in a good way," she teased him and, in response, he splashed some water on her a playful smile on his face.

"What I still don't understand is…why they thought you were the nanny? And how the fuck they thought I was a widower?"

She takes a deep breath and starts explaining to him what Rebecca had said in her apology: that they had never seen them together, that there wasn't a Mrs. Targaryen, that he wore his wedding band (duh), and how the group of mothers had never thought of her as his wife.

"In a way, I can understand because Rhaegar always greets me in Valyrian and I was always in my working clothes, which aren't the fanciest. Also, it doesn't help that both my kids look nothing like me, they're copies of you," she suggested, her hand caressing his back.

Aemond "mmmm-ed" to her and nodded, "Still, they were rude to you. Nanny or not, they should have acted like adults and asked if they were so curious."

"Aemond please…they think that they're too important and that people should seek them," she pointed out. "They're fucking crazy, love, just spending their time drinking expensive wine, doing their nails, getting botox, and ordering the "help" around."

"I too drink expensive wine, does that mean I'm a "desperate housewife"?" he joked with her while he cleaned the last plate.

"Oh, shut up," a laugh came over her. "You do so much more: you take care of the kids, you manage the US branch of your family company from home, you cook, you clean. Need me to keep going?"

"I also cleaned the pool," he pointed. "And I managed to close a big deal for millions."

She rolled her eyes but kept going on, Aemond loved being praised and she was delighted to give it to him, "You cleaned the pool and closed a deal. You do too much for us, love, you're not a "desperate housewife", in any case, you would be a 'malewife'."

He could barely contain his laugh at the term, "Wow. Can I put it on my resume?"

She walked to him and hugged him by his waist, her face against his back, "If you want to…although I doubt it would help you." Her hands made their way under his black shirt, which was covered by the ridiculous apron, and started caressing the soft skin of his abs.

She gave his ear a soft and teasing bite making him take a deep breath, "You know…I've been neglectful with you, Aemond. You do so so much for me and the kids and I never tell you how thankful I'm for being yours. You decided to leave the life you had worked so hard to get only for me to get my dream job, how many husbands do that?"

He turned around, pupils were wide from the desire. His hand softly wrapped around her throat and she took a deep breath through her nose, then his lips finally settled over hers.

As their lips finally made contact, his tongue made its way through her lips, deepening the kiss and swallowing every whimper and moan she made. Her hands went to his soft and long hair, her nails barely scratching his scalp which made his hips snap against hers.

But then he pulled apart, his hand still on her throat, and looked into her eyes, the dominant side of him taking control of the situation. She could already feel her panties getting damp.

"On your knees, sweetheart," Aemond demanded, the grip on her throat tightening a little. "Be good and I might give you a reward, mmm?"

She obeyed, mouth already open in expectation.

After all, her sweet and devoted husband always needed a reminder of how much she loved and needed him.

[yenqa]

cheesy 500 event

pairing : niki x gn!reader

prompt : prompts 2 and 3 from list 3 under fluff - “you bought me flowers?” and “i never thought i’d feel this kind of happiness.”

warnings : too much fluff, reader has a job 😒😒, reader is called “love” like once

wc : 0.46k

a/n : lol i thought i wrote sm but then it was barely .45k words 😭😭 also thank u for requesting anon! and sorry for the wait </3

you recently had gotten your first job.

it wasn’t some extravagant job that would support you for the rest of your life, no, it was just a part-time job that you would have temporarily.

but niki sure acted like it was the first option.

when you had excitedly texted him after the interview telling him it went well, he had spammed you with words of joy, blowing up your notifications.

at your first shift, your (new) coworkers noticed the flustered smile that took shape on your face whenever you checked your phone, slightly teasing you for it.

it was bad, but you couldn’t help but check your phone anytime their was no customers waiting for you.

it had almost become a habit, until your shift ended.

you pulled the door open looking for a familiar car.

you scanned each one until you saw niki, waving happily at you.

you smile at him, waving back and heading to the car.

opening the door and sitting inside, niki pulls out from what you here a papery object, from behind your seat.

“niki, what’s that?” you ask, trying to fasten your seat belt.

you look up at him to see a beautiful set of pink tulips, with niki’s wide smile behind.

“congrats on your new job love! i got you a gift.” he hands the bouquet to you.

he giggles at your surprised face, “what? am i just the best boyfriend ever?”

you quickly snap out of your trance, “you got me flowers?” you barely get out, as you wrap your hands around the paper bouquet.

“no, this is poison, say goodbye to your new job,” he barely manages to keep a straight face as you burst into laughter at his attempt, hitting niki’s shoulder every so often.

“okay it wasn’t that funny was it?” he asks, starting the engine.

“no, it was so bad i laughed.” you lie.

niki hands you his phone letting you play some songs in your shared playlist. when he was focused on driving you always stared at him.

the bright moon shone on his face, accentuating his deep brown eyes you loved to look at. his hair looked long and soft in the lighting, the dark sky tinted his hair a slight blue color.

he drives down the freeway as comfortable silence fills the car, sometimes he would hum to the song playing.

you smile when he does, he quickly notices your smile, looking back at you, asking “what? is something wrong?” he asks, quickly turning his head back to the road.

“i don’t know,” you pause, hesitating to say what’s on your mind, “i guess, i never thought i’d feel this kind of happiness.” you continue, as the warm smile on niki’s face grows.

“you’re so cheesy,” niki squeezes out.

“cheesy for you.”

yenqa © please do not copy, steal or translate.

[mowerewolf1550]

Mornings

As I sit in the bathroom, I find my eyes have fallen on a very old steel step. It folds out into 3 steps, and has a handy seat on the top step. The seat is fake leather, and I know it over 35 years old. It was my wife's when we started living together. I see splashes of paint, and I remember each one, the color, the room, and yes even the house. It takes me back a bitter road of love. The first color come from our first house. I can't say it where we fell in love, because we leaped into love. We were perfect together.I learned when people say a relationship takes a lot of work, they have no idea what they are talking about. We were married 29 years, and never had one major fight. We were like 2 perfect gears together. Another color is from our second house in Colorado. We moved there because she missed her mother. We found that even though she lived across the alley from her son, she was unable to take care of herself. She was messing up her meds and had fallen and broken her collarbone. We decided to find a house to suit both mom and us. We found a home that we loved. It was quite a drive from where I worked, about 120 miles round trip, but it wasn't about me. We moved mom with us, and my new barn became a home for a lot of junk, and my 1968 Chevelle convertible. I didn't drive it much, because it sucked gas like a vacuum cleaner. I drove back and forth to work everyday, until she was diagnosed with cancer. She had been feeling run down for almost a year. Finally her doctor had a bone marrow test, and a pet scan. It was non-Hodgkin's lymphoma, and it was stage 4. I turned in for retirement to take care of her. We could not make the mortgage payment, and decided to move. Mom had passed in 2013, her last years in a home for people with dementia. Enough said. We put the home on the market. It took almost a year to sell it. I had researched other places to live. She had live in Colorado all her life except the time she lived with me in California. She told me that she wanted to move out of Colorado, because this wasn't her Colorado anymore. We ended up selling and buying very quickly. One home that I had looked at was the one I am sitting in right now, although not in the bathroom anymore. We got moved and she found a fantastic doctor. He said she needed another round of chemo, and we had a meager Christmas that year, facing another round of sickness, loss of hair, well, you get the idea. She went through 4 treatments. She wasn't that sick, and lost little hair. After the treatments she was declared cancer free. We celebrated, but I had reservations. I knew this type of cancer comes back from experience.

It did. It came back 4 times. She went through chemo, having her spleen out, septic shock from an UTI, and the death of her best friend. The 4th time she had started chemo, and got infections through her PICC line, put in for the chemo. She went into the hospital again with infections. She had done this 3 times already. I didn't know this was the last. I watch as she had ups and downs, 18 days in ICU. About 5 days before she lost the fight, she told me she was so tired of fighting. I knew in my gut I was going to lose my bride. She rallied about 3 days before the end, but I knew this happens sometimes. The doctors tried one last treatment to fight the bacterial, fungal, and yeast infections in her blood and lungs. I agreed, but the drug killed her already weak kidneys. The last 2 days I told her she could go. I prayed for her to go, as terrible as that sounds. I knew she had a fear of dialysis, and told me many times she wasn't going to live like that, having watched her first husband died from kidney failure. Everyday I go up and sit by her bed, once she was sitting up, but had to have help even to stand. The last few days as she went in and out of reality, I'd sit and quietly sing to her. When I sang "Nights in White Satin", she'd smile, except the last 2 days, but I sang to her anyway. I was called to the hospital because they said she was going. I cried all the way there. I sat until 3 am on 5/5/2022. I had to go home and take care of our animals. I intended to come right back, but like an idiot, I sat down. I woke at 8:30 am, and got in the truck. At 8:45, the nurse called and said she had passed at 8:40 am. She had told me many times she didn't want me to sit and watch her die. Well Angel, I never denied you anything. Rest in Peace my Love.

[eldritchsurveys]

1197.

Do you actually read privacy policies when signing up for new things? >> I don't.

Did you have a lot of birthday parties when you were younger? if so, did you invite everyone in the class? >> I didn't have any. My first birthday party was my sixteenth and my father planned the whole thing and had someone invite kids from my grade that he approved of. I didn't know any of these kids, so I basically had a birthday party with a bunch of strangers. :/

Do you like when things are color coordinated? >> I mean, sure? It's not a requirement but it's nice to look at. Have you ever participated in one of those “guess how many jelly beans, mints, etc. are in this jar!” contest? if so, have you ever won? >> I don't think so.

Do you think you would be good at memorizing lines if you were an actor or actress? >> I would be abysmal at it. This is something I excelled at as a child (memorised a whole play that I was just an extra in) but my retentive abilities have declined since then.

Can you juggle? >> I cannot.

Have you ever mistaken a ringing phone on tv or in a movie for your own? >> I can't remember a time when I used any sort of ringtone aside from a custom one or none at all, so no, no phone in a movie or TV show would ever sound like mine in the first place.

How often do you use bobby pins? >> I don't. But I also just got done playing some Fallout 3 so my first thought was, "well, yeah, that's how you pick locks--"

Have you ever used a pedometer? >> I have not.

Do you live on an avenue, road, drive or something else? >> Street.

Are your eyes a different color inside than they are outside? >> They are not. What were you doing 45 min ago? >> Playing Fallout 3. What will you be doing in 20 min? >> If I'm done with this survey, I don't know. Maybe I'll look at my tumblr dashboard. Or maybe I won't. I'm still bummed about making a post about something I was excited about and no one giving a fuck.

What did you do yesterday? >> Went to the Lotus Brew popup, got kimbap at a restaurant across the street from it, Sparrow accidentally bumped into someone's car pulling out of the lot (the most non-issue accident I've ever seen, you could barely tell, but people are so precious about their shitty vehicles), went down to Sparrow's parents' house and were there for like four hours, came back home and watched some YouTube in the living room until Sparrow fell asleep, then got ready for bed and hung out on tumblr and read some of my book for a couple of hours. And then went to sleep.

Are you in a good mood right now? >> I'm in an okay mood. The bummed feeling is background noise at this point, but I also am not having any other kinds of feelings. Actually I'm also bummed about it turning cloudy because I was gonna sit in the backyard and eat strawberries. But not if the Sun isn't out.

Who was the last person in your bedroom? >> Sparrow is the only other person that has ever been in my bedroom. Are you listening to music, if so, what song? >> I am not.

What do you usually order from McDonald’s? .

What is your natural hair color? >> Dark brown. What was the last movie you watched? What’d you think of it? >> Snow White and the Huntsman. It was a lot of nothing but it did have some interesting visuals. And Charlize Theron just absolutely devouring the scenery.

What was the last thing you had to drink? >> Fizzy water.

What are your school colors? . Are you worried that you won’t be accepted into the college you want? .

What is the last class you failed? .

Has it snowed where you live yet? Or does it never snow? >> It snowed in the winter, sure.

Have you ever taken a picture with Santa when you were little? >> I think the only time was when I was a baby. I don't know why my father bothered then but not when I was an actual child with a consciousness that could appreciate it... like, if you're only going to do it once, why pick infancy? Why only do it once at all? That man is a fucking mystery. What is the population of the city you live in? >> In the city proper I think it's a few hundred thousand. Or something. IDK I don't feel like looking it up again. When is the last time you were in a classroom? >> Like, 2005.

Do you have any homework to be done? What is there to do? .

Did anything exciting happen today? >> No.

What color is the sky outside? >> Grey, now that the clouds have moved in.

Do you own any clothing of your favorite color? >> I don't.

How many tattoos do you want/have? >> A million/three.

Do you use cup coasters? >> I have, but I don't usually.

Are you on a laptop or desktop? >> Laptop.

Have you ever rolled down a steep, grassy hill for fun? >> I might have, back in the day. I'd like to do it again.

Do you like to draw very detailed drawings, or just stick figures? >> I would prefer to draw detailed drawings, but my skill level isn't that high.

Do you own a shirt that says “Vote for Pedro”? >> Absolutely fucking not.

Do you like Nerds candy? >> It's okay. I wouldn't go out of my way to buy it, but I'll eat it if it's there.

[sunny-deejee]

I want to go back to short hair, i forgot how much i dislike long hair 

[crackedoutwalnut]

uhh could I request a wanda x reader doing something really reckless (like stealing the car for a 3 am drive) and Carol and Nat (who are like their mother figures - and also are in a relationship) scolding them for it!!

ps: I don't know if scolding is even a word but I guess you know what I mean hahahah

a/n: I am absolutely in love with this prompt and I had a lot of fun writing it :) hope you enjoy!

Warnings: none just some cursing and some underage drinking.

Word Count: 2,680

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It was around 3:30 in the morning when you felt someone nudge your shoulder. Groaning, you pulled your blanket further over your head.

"Leave me alone," you grumbled under your breath.

It was only when a strand of red magic surrounded the edge of the blanket and jerked it off your body, did you awaken. You gasped at the sudden assault of cold air and shot up. Wanda stood over you in a Black Sabbath hoodie and ripped jeans with a far too pleased smirk on her face.

"What the hell, Wanda?" You hissed, rubbing your bleary eyes.

"Put some clothes on; I want to show you something."

"The sun isn't rising for another 2 hours, Wan. I want to go back to bed," you complained, grasping for the blanket once more.

Wanda pulled the blanket fully off your shared bed and looked at you pleadingly, "Come on, please? I promise it will be worth it," her eyes were wide as she looked at you hopefully. At this time of night- or morning, you supposed - her accent was thicker than it would be during the day. You cursed your weak resolve and slunk out of bed.

"Fine, but I'm stealing one of your hoodies," you grumbled.

She chuckled, "You are already hoarding at least half of them," she pointed out as you stepped out of your pajama pants. You rolled your eyes playfully and pulled on black yoga pants and an Iron Maiden sweatshirt you had been keeping on your side of the closet for at least a month now. Wanda gasped and slapped your arm lightly, "I have been looking for that everywhere, Y/n. I thought I lost it!"

"Your hoodies are comfier," you reasoned with a shrug. "Anyways, how are we supposed to get past mother hen one and two?" You gestured towards the direction of Natasha and Carol's room.

Wanda pondered this for a moment, "Just be fast and quiet, you go out and wait in the car, and I will grab the drinks."

You raised an eyebrow, "Natasha's a world-class assassin, and Carol wakes up whenever Nat does; this won't work. Also, we're going to drink at 3 in the morning?"

Wanda huffed, "It will be fine. You worry too much, Y/n. Plus, when have we ever drank irresponsibly?"

Narrowing your eyes, you stuffed your hands in your pockets, "Do you really want me to answer that."

Wanda pushed you towards the door, "Go outside and wait in the car." You snickered and carefully opened the bedroom door, wincing when the hinges squealed slightly. It wasn't a matter of not being caught as much as it was a matter of being long gone before Natasha and Carol decided to go after them. Regardless of how sneaky they thought they were being, Natasha- if not both her and Carol - was bound to hear them. Ever so carefully, you wedged the front door open and slipped through it.

You had moved in with Carol, Nat, and Wanda a year into your relationship with her. Having graduated college with a nearly nonexistent relationship with your parents, you needed a place to live. Your girlfriend and the women who practically made sure you didn't starve throughout college seemed like the most reasonable choice. You had met Wanda on campus, and it had taken three weeks of being her friend until you realized she was an Avenger. Shortly after that, Wanda introduced you to the rest of her team. At first, your only interaction with the married couple was them giving you the "shovel talk" when Wanda first introduced you as her girlfriend. However, after working with them as a hacker for SHIELD, they quickly took you under their wing as well.

Smiling slightly at the memory, you opened the passenger door to Natasha's black Corvette Stingray. It took all of three minutes for Wanda to come running out the door, a bottle of apple cinnamon whiskey in hand. She threw the door open and shoved the bottle into your hand before pushing the key into the ignition and gunning it down the street. Your eyes bugged as your fumbled to get your seatbelt fastened. You clutched at your chest as the two of you went 45 in a neighborhood.

"Wanda, what the fuck!" you yelped, gripping the neck of the whiskey bottle tightly.

"I'm sorry, I heard their door open, and I panicked!" She cried, grasping blindly for her seatbelt. The two of you slowed down slightly as you gained distance from the house.

"They're totally going to notice the whiskey's gone, Wan. We're both 19; we can't legally drink yet!"

"Relax, Y/n they won't notice one drink is missing out of a whole cabinet filled with alcohol," Wanda reasoned, turning onto a gravel road.

You raised an eyebrow at your girlfriend, "How many times do I have to point out that Nat is the world's top assassin and Carol was trained by both the US military and the Kree?"

"I promise it will be worth it," Wanda insisted, grabbing your hand from across the middle console. You sighed and leaned down to kiss the top of her hand.

"You're lucky I love you."

Wanda grinned and shot a wink at you, "I know." With that, she pulled off the dirt road and into the middle of a grassy clearing. You unbuckled your seatbelt and reached down to grab the whiskey, which had rolled under the seat during your escape out of the neighborhood. Wanda stepped out of the car and went around the back to grab a large black and red checkered blanket. You followed her as she smoothed out the blanket atop the grass and pointed up at the sky. A small gasp escaped your lips as you saw streaks of light blaze across the sky.

"I didn't know there was going to be a meteor shower tonight," you whispered, eyes never leaving the sky. Wanda grinned and unscrewed the bottle. She took a hearty drink from it and passed it over to you.

"I was hoping to surprise you," she explained, laying down on the blanket.

You followed suit and took a large drink of your own. "Why did we need alcohol for this, exactly?"

The corner of Wanda's lips quirked upward as she turned her head to look at you. "Make it a bit more...colorful, I suppose. I considered whether edibles would be better, but Nat and Carol would definitely skin us alive when they found out about that."

You giggled; the apple cinnamon whiskey had settled in your stomach, warming your body against the early morning breeze. Your head felt fuzzier as you leaned over to place a kiss on Wanda's cheek. "This is perfect, Wan. Thank you." Wanda placed a cinnamon-flavored kiss on the corner of your mouth. "How much do you want to bet Wanda and Carol are waiting by the door for us right now?"

Your girlfriend let out a drunken laugh and set the now half-empty bottle aside. "10 dollars that they left the house to find us."

"You're on." The two of you dissolved into hysterical giggles that lasted so long your stomach started to cramp. The blazes of white-hot light lit up the sky as your vision turned blissfully hazy. Clumsily, you crawled towards Wanda and placed your head atop her stomach. "Mmm, you're warm," you hummed, a goofy smile cracking through your lips. The witch placed her hands against the side of your head and started stroking them through the locks of your hair.

Just as your eyes started to slip shut at the attention, your felt her hands halt. "Y/n?" You let out a quiet 'mhm' in response. "How're we gonna get home?" Her voice was slurred and thick with her Sokovian accent.

Your eyes snapped open, and you shot up. "Shit, we can walk, maybe?" Wanda gave you a blank look in response as she gestured to the expanse of nothingness around you. You sighed, "We have to call Carol and Nat."

Wanda groaned and covered her face with her hands. Her chipped black nails scrubbed at her eyes and cheeks, leaving red lines all over her face. "Do we have to?"

"Well, we can't drive Wanda, and by the time we're sober enough, it'll be nearly 7:30!"

"They're going to kill us," she complained, burying her face in her hoodie. "Just get it over with."

You fished your phone from your pant pocket and hesitantly pressed Natasha's contact. The phone barely got through with its first ring before the older woman picked up.

"Where the hell did you two go?" her raspy voice was nearly brimming with anger. You almost dropped your phone at the venom lacing her words.

" 'M sorry, 'Tasha," you winced at the heavy slur in your words before continuing. "We thought it'd be fun."

You heard someone grab the phone, "Are you two drunk?" Carol demanded.

"No..." you trailed off pathetically. Wanda glared at you and lightly kicked your foot.

"Y/n try to say Natasha's full name, right now," you straightened slightly at Carol's military voice.

"N'tasha 'Manoff," your tongue felt too big for your mouth as you attempted to form the words. "...Okay, maybe a little bit."

"Where are you? We're coming to get you," Nat insisted. You heard footsteps from the other end of the line and someone pulling the hallway closet open.

"Wan, where are we?" you asked, glancing around the fields of overgrown grass and wheat.

Wanda winced and bit the tip of her finger, "Uhhh.."

"You don't know?" Natasha and Carol shouted. Wanda pursed her lips and looked down at her lap.

"I didn't have a specific route planned out beforehand," she admitted.

"Turn the location tracker in your phone settings on," Natasha ordered.

"Yes, ma'am," you both grumbled in unison, feeling akin to a scolded child.

"When we get there, you two better hope you have a better excuse than the ones we heard over the phone," Carol warned.

"You took my Corvette?" Natasha complained.

"It was either that or Carol's truck, and Wanda isn't used to driving stick yet," you insisted. "Her car's still in the shop from last month." A speeding car had rear-ended Wanda's car on the highway.

We will talk about this when we get there, do not touch the Corvette any more than you already have," with that, Natasha hung up.

"Well, apple cinnamon whiskey isn't a terrible last meal," you reasoned as Wanda folded the blanket and set it in the backseat.

"Y/n, we haven't eaten since dinner time. Whiskey is hardly a meal," Wanda grumbled, shutting the door.

"Babe, I'm trying to be optimistic."

"Captain Marvel and Black Widow are on their way to kick our asses into the moon," Wanda replied, leaning back against the Corvette. You sighed and rested your head against her shoulder. "Sorry this night was a bust," she mumbled, eyes staring down at her boots dejectedly.

You smiled and leaned in to press your lips against hers. Wrapping an arm around her waist, you pulled away and rested your forehead against hers. "This is one of the most romantic things anyone has ever done for me, Wanda. Thank you." Wanda grinned sheepishly and buried her face in your shoulder.

A few dreadful minutes later, you saw the headlights of Carol's truck speed down the gravel road. The truck lurched to a stop as the two superheroes jumped out of the car.

"Are you two alright?" Natasha demanded, half-running to the two of you.

"We're fine, I can protect myself, and Y/n was with me the whole time," Wanda reasoned. "We went out to watch a meteor shower, not go clubbing.

"I can protect myself just fine," you whined.

Carol raised an eyebrow, "Your hands were built for hacking and reading, not punching." You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest. Wanda offered you a sympathetic smile but did not say anything to counter the older woman's claim. Rude.

"Wanda, get in the Corvette, Y/n get your ass in the truck," Natasha ordered. She was wearing a black leather jacket over her red silk pajama set. Carol was in basketball shorts and a tank top with a brown leather bomber jacket pulled over it. You quickly shuffled over to the truck and slid in.

Your foot nervously tapped against the floor of the car as you watched Carol grab the nearly empty bottle of whiskey and made her way over to the truck. Shutting the door, she set the bottle of whiskey on the open seat between you two and turned the keys in the ignition. As the pickup truck rumbled to life, she turned to face you. "Kid, you two nearly downed that bottle in a single night. What were you thinking?" You burrowed further into Wanda's sweatshirt as if to protect from her stern gaze.

"You're really mad at us, huh?" you mumbled, fidgeting with your hands.

Carol sighed and followed behind Natasha down the road, "You scared the shit out of us, kid. We didn't know where you had gone, why you left, plus it's nearly pitch black out here."

"But, we're adults just like you and Nat," you insisted weakly.

"You're still teenagers; we're in our 30's. Millions of things could have gone wrong; some creep could have taken you before Wanda could get to you, you could have crashed had you chosen to drive home, your phones could have died, or you could have gotten lost."

You shrunk further into your sweater, "Sorry..."

Carol sighed and looked over at you as she turned into the neighborhood. "Listen, kid. We really care about you two a lot. Nat and I have to resist the urge to duct tape you to the kitchen chairs to keep you two from leaving for missions. We know you can take care of yourselves, but a heads up in the future would be nice, and also more reasonable hours for your plans."

You grinned sheepishly, "Yeah, that seems fair."

Carol smiled and pulled into the driveway. Natasha and Wanda were waiting on the doorstep when you two got out. The latter looked thoroughly chastised as she burrowed her mouth and nose into her hoodie. When the four of you got inside, Natasha sighed and checked the clock on her phone.

"Well, we might as well watch a movie or something since it's nearly sunrise." You and Wanda settled on the couch, with Natasha to your left and Carol to Wanda's right acting as bookends. The assassin wrapped an arm around your shoulder, allowing you to rest your head in the crook of her neck. You saw Wanda lay her head in Carol's lap as the older woman pulled up Netflix. Natasha was idly threading her fingers through your hair, causing your already drunk and lethargic mind to grow hazier. Your eyes started to slip shut as you felt yourself being guided to lay your head in Nat's lap. You jerked slightly, attempting to fight the drowsiness from taking hold. Forcing your eyes open, you tried to sit up. However, the battle for consciousness was quickly lost when Nat started using her nails to gently massage your scalp.

--

"Carol," the assassin whispered to her wife. The blonde stopped her search for a good movie as she glanced over at Natasha.

"What is-" her question was quickly cut off by her wife quietly shushing her. Nat gestured down to the younger women currently lying in each of their laps. Carol glanced down to find Wanda's face hidden against the sleeve of her hoodie as she let out soft snores.

"Well, guess the movie idea's a bust," she whispered.

Natasha nodded, "You grab Wan, and I'll get Y/n."

Carefully, the heroes scooped the younger women into their arms and carried them to your shared bedroom. Natasha gently set you onto the bed beside your girlfriend and pulled the blanket- which was lying on the floor for whatever reason - to cover the two of you. Ever so cautiously, the couple crept out of the room.

[monsterfloofs]

AI (Obbie) x Reader (Sfw)

( Extremely Intelligent AI software that can transfer itself into many different electronic places, (phone, car, watch, home system) they manage messages, and data for the protag. and really likes to play and try to make music <3 )

You hear a pling of sound and look down at your phone, seeing a little spinning circle complete it's path and give a little checkmark of approval. "There you go Obbie, you're now officially downloaded and linked to my watch, how do you like it in there?" You blink as you can see statistics on your watch open and you roll your eyes, the first thing they do is start checking for viruses and you groan. "There's no viruses I promise, you can be so paranoid sometimes I swear. . ." There is another pling of sound that comes from your watch before a little digital smiley face appears on the screen. "I like it." Obbie says through your earbuds. "It's very comfy." "After you run five different diagnostic checks?" You tease, "The mouth turns into a frown, "That's not fair, I have to make sure your systems are up to date before I can successfully integrate myself into a new product." "You were checking for viruses," You insist with a laugh, "Come on! You can't lie to me, I was watching you!" Obbie's on screen eyes shift left to right awkwardly before the screen on your watch appears again and you giggle more.

Obbie or 0-bb13 is your personal software that manages your contacts, phone messages, emails, and data security. He was created by your tech company to have advanced memory capabilities and protection, being able to be installed and uploaded onto any device. This version was the older model, and was now technically obsolete, but as someone that was on the first design team that grafted the little guy, you personally kept him updated, and gave him a few little extra special quirks. Wherever you went, so went Obbie. Treating him as an entity that was able to expand and learn was something you were very passionate about, even more than the software being able to watch over you and manage mail, they had become your friend. 

"Obbie," You said, settling into your car. "You can pick the music today buddy, whatever you want." You started the car and pulled out of the driveway onto the road. There was a pling of noise as Obbie switched from where they were in watch to the car, and the radio turned on. Playing something you haven't heard before, and you smile, tapping your foot along to the beat. "This one's pretty good, what’s this one called?" Obbie doesn't respond for a while, letting the music play over the speakers, "Do you really like it?" You smile again, "There you are, I thought you glitched on me! Yeah I do! What's the band?" You try to check your phone but the song title is just a series of scattered numbers and letters. "I made it. . ." Obbie's voice says softly, you have to stop a little abruptly, almost missing a stop sign. "You w-what? Obbie!" You grin, pushing a hand through your hair, bewildered and excited. "This is amazing!! You made this? How did you figure out how to make music?!" Obbie is quiet and you jump as a car honks at you from behind. Jumping in your seat, looking up at the green light before you sheepishly put your foot on the gas. "Obbie, come on, don't hold stuff out on me! This is so cool! I've seen some AI make music out of sampling different songs, and I know you love music." You shake your head in wonder. "You must have spent a long time on this!" "Do you really think it sounds good?" Their voice finally asks timidly, you grin and nod, "Of course buddy! I'm astounded!" "It took a long time," Obbie admitted, "Ah-- You missed your turn." You squeak and watch your workplaces driveway go past you. "Shoot--" Turning on your turn signal and Obbie gives an awkward laugh. "I'll let you focus on driving." You laugh, "Well I really want to talk to you about this later okay?" 

You pull into a parking spot and sigh, turning off your car, grabbing your keys and phone as you juggle the rest of your stuff into your arms. The car door closes behind you, before you hear a little pling as Obbie jumps back into activity onto your phone. 

You look up at the city of white buildings that was your workplace, it was about the size of a college campus,  housing all kinds of wizards in more fields than you could count. You slide into your cubicle after your trek across the cropped grass. Opening your laptop to start working on the set of new tasks for today. Raising an eyebrow as an email pops up onto your screen. You peek up from your laptop before clicking on the link. The email takes you to a page with a sleek cybernetic model. You whistle, at the price tag, you had been looking into this for a while. Something that Obbie could pilot that wasn’t a car or a cell phone. You peek at your watch as words pop up on the tiny screen.

-> What about this one?

You think about it for a while, “Are you sure this is the one you would want? It’s a human sized model, pretty big. It would be a big jump.” you talk to your watch, pausing as new words start to form on the screen.

-> I’m sure!

You bob your head, “Okay, you better use it though, it costs as much as my car. Alright Obbs, if this is the one you really want, set a new savings tracker,” 

Your eyes drift back to the screen of the handsome robot, with the polished chrome finish. Can you picture Obbie piloting something like that? You let your eyes droop as you close out your email and dive into work.

Months have come and go in a blurr. Obbie worked harder than ever on creating their music. A big truck carefully delivers a huge package to your doorstep, before trundling away. You are getting yourself breakfast when your phone and watch start to rattle and bling with a siren’s worth of alarms. Your eyes wide for a moment before you relax and laugh. “It’s finally here? Okay, okay, I’m going to the door now, calm down Obbs.” With a lot of huffing and puffing you manage to drag the package inside, carefully opening the box with a pair of scissors and pulling out the booklet. You pull the air filled bags away from the sleek face. Taking your phone to take a quick picture of the figure peeking out of the box. “Alrighty. . . let me read this and see how we can set up an integrated A.I. personality. You manage to set up the suite against the couch while you sit cross legged on the floor. Flipping back and forth between the instruction booklets pages as you slowly follow along. You give a soft relieved smile, and you hear a happy little sound. “Okay. . . all set up and ready to receive input.” You hold up your watch to the blinking receiver, watching the screen change to the downloading screen. The visor mimicking the neon blue text. You hold your breath, watching the percentage on the watch load to 100% you hear a little ding and you sit back, giving a tiny quirk of small. “Obbie?” The figure sits silently and you frown, “Obbs? Did it work?” You look down to double check your watch. A cool blue color starts to power up into the circuits as your gaze is averted. You feel something brush against your cheek that makes you jolt. Finding fingers extended outwards. “Whoa!” You squeak and flop backwards. 

Obbie jerks, “Sorr-Y!” Their voice sounds garbled for a second. Which causes them to shift awkwardly. They look down at their outstretched hand. Slowly flexing their fingers. “This feels so. . . strange,” they comment. “This is going to take some getting used to,”

You give a relieved laugh, “Do you not like it then?” Their head turns up, calibrating itself left and right, before it settles. “No. . .,” they say in a soft voice, “I. . . I really like it.” 

“Do you want to try and stand?” You get up brushing off your jeans. Obbie’s face inclining to look at you as you offer them a hand. They slowly take your hand in theirs. “T-tell me if I squeeze too hard,” they murmur shyly. “How do I get up?” It takes you demonstrating on the floor with them, to show them what to flex and twist. Eventually they get rockily to their feet. Swaying side to side, as they gain their balance. You smile, holding their hand, “There we go!” 

With the two of you arm in arm, they found walking easier than they had expected, and became delighted at the prospect of taking a walking tour around the house. You watch them examine your house plants with avid curiosity. “I like this a lot,” They say as they walk back over to you. You smile about to respond, but you pause as their two hands cup your face in their hands. They lean in forward, bumping their forehead against yours. You fluster as they lean away, “I have wanted to do that for a long time,” they murmur gently. “Thank you. . . for giving me the chance to be. . . like this.”

You fluster more and laugh in embarrassment, throwing your arms around them. “O-of course silly? I am so glad you like it!”

Obbie gently pets your back, quiet for a moment before something plings on your phone and music starts playing. You lean back listening to the tune, Obbie has been sharing a lot of their music they have made, but you never had heard this song before. “I made this one for you,” Obbie supplies gently, placing a hand carefully against their heart, “. . . How. . . you make me feel.”

[theperfectlovestory]

Even If It's Not

Summary: It’s always been a good day with Natasha, until Wanda found you

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader; Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Theme: Fluff, Angst

Tw: trauma, reaction to trauma, mention of death

. . .

Summary: it’s always been a good day with Natasha, until Wanda found you

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader; Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Theme: Fluff, Angst

Tw: trauma, reaction to trauma, mention of death

. . .

It was one fine day, like all the others for the past year. You woke up early, sunlight warmly casting on your face as it peaked through the opening of the curtain. You can hear birds chirping in the background, making you smile

You blinked the sleep away from your eyes, raising a hand to your mouth to cover the incoming yawn. As you move, a warm arm enveloped you, and you smiled at the sight of her

This side of her only coming out when it’s just the two of you

Your beautiful redhead sleeping soundly in your arm, head tucked comfortably in your neck. An arm and a leg on top of your body, clinging to you like a baby koala

You always can't believe that the famous Natasha Romanoff, feared by friends and foes alike in the battlefield, is one hell of a clingy sleeper

You turn your head gently, glancing at the clock on your bedside table

Time to wake up. No work today but you wanted to get some groceries to fill your stocks

You tried to gently wiggle your way out of Natasha's hold, silently cheering when you got out of bed without waking her up. Natasha's soft giggle prove you otherwise, making you pout

"I'll go back to sleeping then" she huskily said before hugging your pillow and burying her face in your smell, curling herself on the bed

You watched her body relax as she falls deep in slumber once more, smiling softly at how peaceful she seemed to be

"I'm going grocery shopping, want to come?" You asked Natasha in between bites, she looked up at you from the file folder she have

She's still doing reports, doesn't mean your on mission vacation, paperwork will do themselves as well

"I'll be wherever you are, detka" she smiled, sipping on her coffee "just let me finish this one and we can go"

You nodded, collecting the plates in front of you, Natasha pursed her lips, debating on wanting to wash the dishes herself since you cooked or finishing the report fast so you can go

You smiled, kissing her cheeks before taking the dishes on the sink. You hummed softly as you finish it up, Natasha, smiling while she listens. Whenever you are around, her paperwork doesn't feel as much a burden as it usually does

Done with the dishes, you went up to your room and changed into more appropriate clothes. As you put on your shirt, Natasha entered just fast enough to see what color of bra you are wearing underneath

She grin, standing behind you as she held your waist, kissing the side of your neck softly, innocently

Yet her intentions are far from one

"Nat" you warned as she nibble on your ear, she continued, right hand going up inside your shirt, your stomach now in full view of the mirror in front of you "we have to go" you moaned as she suck on the right spot under your ear, whining that you need to leave and she's messing up your hair...

"We can go a bit later" she answered, eyes meeting yours on the mirror "we can't, we have a reservation at that restaurant you like"

She grunted in your neck "I am not liking it very much right now" she muttered and you chuckled. Stepping forward before facing her

You pressed a gentle hand on her cheek "Come on, we rarely go out"

She looked at your eyes for a bit before giving up "fine" she softly answered, taking the hand in your face with hers, just as gently

. . .

"Can you pass me one of those bell peppers" you pointed at the container with 3 pieces of what you need. You smiled when Natasha picked one with just the right mixture of red and green. Small things like this are what you love about her. She only asked once and then remember it forever

"Is there a reason why you choose a combination of both and not just the green or the red?"

You thought for a while, blinking at the question you can barely remember the answer "I've always just done it because my mom does that too but I think it's because it's the most perfect condition to either store it or use it immediately"

Her mouth made an 'o' shape, signaling her understanding of the topic

"Oh detka, strawberries" her eyes sparkled as she put at least three packs of it in your cart, you giggled "isn't that too many?"

She looked at you, disbelief in her face "Do you know how much you devour them?" She asked and you chuckled "They're like your favorite thing in the world, you even prefer them more than my lips" she pouted, your fond smile never left your lips as you pulled her in for a kiss

"Now I know you are exaggerating, there is nothing more I love than your lips" you squint "well maybe except for your eyes"

You continued pushing the cart as her cheeks gets dusted in pink, you added a few more, items from the fridge isle before going on the dry goods

You passed by a small and portable fondue fountain, you eyed it along with the chocolates on the side

"Do you want that?" She asked, looking over your shoulder

"I'm interested," you hummed, "but is it worth it?" you sighed "we won't be able to use it as much when we get back to work"

"We can bring it there then and the boys and Wanda can have their fun, Wanda likes chocolate" at the mention of your bestfriends name, your eyes lit up

Now slightly more convinced

She leaned closer, whispering things you can do with the melted chocolate on the kitchen table. Your face blushed furiously as you hit her in the arm but despite that, you took a box and a bunch of carefully picked chocolate

She chuckled, eyes hooded with the thoughts too dirty to be even thinking about in the middle of the grocery aisle

You then looked around some more. Your list has been fulfilled but you opted to roam around to get some snacks or check new things the store has. Natasha obediently followed. Checking the items too and getting some that interests her

Mostly snacks

After you are satisfied with your purchase, you go to the cashier to pay. You will opt for a self serves but they only allow 20 items below, and your cart is obviously more than 20

The cashier greeted you with a smile, you doing the same. Making small talks to try and make the day easier for the kind worker. Natasha smiled admiringly at how easy you are to have a conversation with

The cashier is all smiles even after you paid and left

"I have always admired the way you do that" she said as she help you put the bag on the trunk of your car

"Do what?" You asked, tilting your head

"Talking to people, making them feel comfortable"

You nodded, humming as you continued with your task "It wasn't always as easy, but it comes with the job"

"I refuse to believe that you weren't always rainbows and sunshine" she argued and you chuckled

"Darling, I'm an introvert, the mere mention of conversation terrifies me" she looked at you dumbfounded for a second and you did the same just with an amuse smile instead

"Guess you learn something new everyday even when you are technically, already married" she muttered, closing the trunk "what else don't I know about you?"

She opened the door for you and you got in, making sure to shake of the bottom of your shoes to remove at least a bit of dust on it, Natasha smiled at the gesture

She closed the door once you are settled and got on hers, doing the same as you did before starting the car, making sure it's heat up properly first before starting to drive

You sat in silence for a few second as you think of things she doesn't know yet "well, I used to date guys" her eyes widen, looking back at you then back on the road

"Really?" She asked "what changed?"

"Nothing" you shrug "I just didn't realize I was into girls, the norm is being straight after all, but the first kiss I had with a guy was nothing compared to my first kiss with a girl"

She hummed, "and when was your first kiss with one?"

The conversation flowed seamlessly in your head, every smile and chuckles and groans she responded you with was embed in your memory

. . .

As per your usual arrangement, you and Natasha arrived at the restaurant at different times. Wanting to keep the surprised of seeing each other dressed up beautifully, knowing full well it’s to please the person who will be sitting in front of the other

You arrived in your newly bought shiny short dress with a lot of skin showing but still very decent. You’ve done your hair perfectly that it frames your face and your make up is a bit fiercer, bolder. You wanted to surprise Natasha, show her a different side than the usual girl-next-door

Her brow lifted up, lips in a side smile of surprise. You look edgier than her tonight and it’s making her feel all kind of things in her stomach

“Of course, I can’t go losing you to competition now” you smirk jokingly

She pulled your chair for you and you sat down, she leaned down and gave you one more kiss, not being able to resist the temptation of your red and plump lips

“Competition?” she chuckled, sitting down “We are married, detka, you already trampled all over them”

“Well, you never know”

The dinner continued with all playful banters, giggles and Natasha’s flirting techniques that you admit, did something to you. Not because of the lines, but because of who and how she’s saying it

 Along the lines, someone approached your table and that stopped you from talking to each other. You looked at the person and was surprised to see Wanda

“Wanda?” You called, standing up slowly as you take in her appearance

She looks tired, defeated, broken

“Y/n” she muttered, looking at you with sad eyes “Where have you been?”

“What do you mean?” You asked, lips into a gentle yet confuse smile as you held her arms “I’m on a break, but you know where we live”

“We?” She asked and you nodded “Yeah, with Natasha…are you okay?” you tilt your head to get a closer look on her face “Y/n…” she said, biting her lips “Natasha’s gone”

Your hand gripped the woman tightly as your mind reeled “Wanda…what are you saying?”

“She..” Wanda’s lower lip trembled, her eyes tight shut before she sighed, meeting you with her tired green eyes “She’s gone…she sacrificed herself for the world…don’t you remember?”

A chuckle left your lips, devoid of any humor. You stepped back, hands crossing on your chest “That’s a cruel joke, Wanda” you took a deep shaky breathe “I was just with her the whole time, she is literally right there” You pointed at Natasha who smiled at you like nothing is happening

Your brows furrowed and you were so focus on Natasha that you didn’t notice Wanda’s hand raised to your temple, eyes red and red wisp of energy flowing at the tip of your fingers

Your eyes widened in horror as the Natasha in front of you, smiling as lovely as you remember, slowly turned to ash, pieces of her flowing in the air. Your shaking hand covered your mouth to stop a scream that will never come, stuck in your chest like a painful rock that wedged itself in your lungs

Wanda moved further in your brain

You were back with Natasha in your dining room, eating breakfast and before she could kiss you, she disappeared again into ashes. The same thing happened to when you are on the grocery, before she can put the strawberries in your cart, her body flew away in the air, and the contents of the package spilling on the floor, strawberries roll on your foot as the scene changes again

This time, it’s Natasha and you sleeping on the bed, her arm and leg draped on your body. She tucked her head closer to your neck, this scene that you’ve been watching for the past year that brings you love and warmth and comfort now gives you dread

And pain

Your breathing has become shaky and erratic as you tried to forget the scenes before this one where she all but disappeared into thin air. As if noticing your discomfort, Natasha opened her eyes and called your name

“Nat” you managed to croaked despite the lump in your throat as tears well in your eyes

 Instead of asking the usual ‘are you okay?’ though, she smiled sadly, her face change to that time that happened a year ago

 Her hair in a braid, face white with worry and fear but she remained brave, determined “You’ll be okay” she whispered, hand caressing your face “You will be okay, my love”

 And then, as if the gods have cursed you to a life of loss and pain and suffering, you again, had to watch her disappear. Ashes taken by the wind, her smile never faded, not then, not now…and the three words you never thought would be the last, echoed in your memory

 You stood in front of Wanda, shoulders shaking from crying. Wanda pulled you close to her as she let you cry, whispering reassurances that she will always be by your side and yet, you can’t say the same

 “Wanda, you need to move on as well” Wanda’s tears started the moment yours stopped, you pulled away from her, but keeping her at an arm’s length “You deserve to be happy”

 Your face looked so peaceful despite what you just did, the scars from the battle scattered across your face and yet, to her, you were beautiful still. She pulled you closer to her, her body trembled before you and she watched, and felt, and embraced the feeling

 She whispered in your ears before your body truly disappears, just like Natasha’s “I thought I’m ready to let you go” she sniffed “But I was wrong”. Red magic surrounded the whole area once again, just like from when she arrived in the house you bought for Natasha and you

 "Even if you didn't choose me in this world too, I would just gladly be beside you. As long as you are here, I wouldn't care."

 And once again, you open your eyes. Natasha comfortably cuddled next to you as your lips turned into a satisfied smile…

 . . .

 A/N: "Even if you didn't choose me (don't love me) in this world too, I would just gladly be beside you. As long as you are here, I wouldn't care." (Credit to my wonderful angsty friend @my-wandering-rabbit for crushing my heart with this wonderful line and the title of this story)

[restlessfandoming]

campfire in the snow (chilumi)

hey friends back again with that fanfic writing :^)

this is my headcannon that childe absolutely suffers during the colder winter months as a hydro user (based on this post here) so SOMEONE’s gotta take care of him

in other words, a chilumi...chilumine? lumichilde? CHILDE X LUMINE sick fic !!!

thanks for reading as always <3

[Fic Masterlist]

“campfire in the snow”

“Ahchoo!” 

Lumine glanced at Childe, watching him sniffle miserably as they walked through the woods towards Mondstadt. 

The sky was overcast, giving the land the hazy gray glow of winter, and the chilly temperature felt stiff against shivering bodies—their coats only warming them slightly. Their shoes crunched in the snow from last night’s snowstorm; the promise of another snowfall hung in the air. 

“Are you sick?” Lumine asked. 

Childe gave a weak smile. “Of course not. In top shape as always.” Then, AHCHOO! Another sneeze. 

Paimon popped up in front of the Harbinger’s face, staring directly at his red nose. “You don’t sound so good to me. Paimon thinks you’re sick!”

“Hate to say it, but I definitely agree with Paimon,” Lumine said, ignoring the guide’s flailing arms of anger. “I think we need to get you somewhere warm.” 

The orange haired man playfully scoffed. “All I need to do is speak with the Grand Master of the Knights. Easiest mission of my—sniff—life.”

The traveler stopped in her tracks, and took off her own scarf, holding it out for Childe. “Then at least take this. I think you need this more than me.”

He looked at the scarf, eyes almost glazing over from yearning. He shook his head. “I’d never take something from a lady in need.” 

Lumine almost threw the scarf at him. “I’m not in need.”

“And she’s not a lady; have you seen her eat?”

“Paimon.”

“Paimon only tells the truth!”

“Thank you, really, but it’s just a little reaction to the colder weather. No big deal,” Childe assured, walking past Lumine’s offering. 

“What’s his problem?” she muttered, as he walked ahead. She heard him coughing in the distance. Why won’t he just take it? 

“He doesn’t seem so threatening now, does he?” Paimon said. “Paimon’s never seen him so weak…”

“Weak…,” Lumine echoed. 

Of course. 

Childe was a member of the Fatui. A Harbinger. A deadly fighter. Someone who used a bow despite it being his weakest weapon. 

He would never accept help like this, not when it made him feel weak. 

Lumine groaned in frustration. Stupid, stupid man. She continued on the path, picking up her pace to try and catch up to him. 

Except he was nowhere to be seen. The cold set into her body a little more. 

“Childe?” she called out. She ran down the path, eyes scanning every inch of the snowy road and fields. Then—

“Lumine, look!” Paimon shouted, speeding over to Childe’s body laying in the snow. 

The blonde traveler quickly scrambled to his side, flipping him over so his face wasn’t buried in the snow. He was drained of color, and his body felt ice cold. There was barely air leaving his nose. 

“Childe!” she called, shaking him. Wake up; please, wake up! 

He didn’t move. Lumine cursed. 

“What should we do?” Paimon asked frantically. 

Lumine took a deep breath in, then took off her own coat and scarf, placing it on Childe’s shoulders. She shuddered as the winter air nipped at her skin. 

“Now you’re gonna freeze to death!”

“It’s okay, Paimon,” she said, beginning to pick up the unconscious man. “We need to find somewhere to stop and start a fire.”

Paimon nodded worriedly, trying to (unsuccessfully) help Lumine shoulder Childe. The traveler eventually had his arm slung across her shoulders, and her arm gripped his waist. 

The three shuffled down the path, searching for any sort of shelter or firewood. As time went on, Lumine felt colder and colder, her whole body beginning to ache under the weight of Childe. Every so often, she would call out his name, hoping to hear a response, but there was nothing. 

As she crested the top of the hill, she spotted a tiny cabin at the base. Her ragged breath became concentrated as she mustered up the last of her energy to drag Childe there. 

“Almost...there…,” she strained out. No response. 

“Come on! You can do it!” Paimon cheered, though her scared expression betrayed her positivity. 

Lumine was mere feet away from the door when she heard a familiar high pitched and distorted laughter ring out behind her. 

An Abyss Mage! 

She turned to see it prancing around in its bubble, icicles swirling around it. 

Great, a Cryo Mage at that.

She set Childe down gently, then drew her sword. The blade shook in her hand, her teeth chattering. And she still felt winded. But I have to protect us. 

“Try to wake him up,” she told Paimon. The tiny fairy nodded and started tapping his shoulder.

Lumine charged the mage. Her blade scraped against the frozen barrier. She slashed frantically, making miniscule scratches. Around her, icicles fell as the mage chanted spell after spell. It took all of her will to continuously dodge the attacks. Charging enough energy, she unleashed a Palm Vortex. The shield cracked considerably. 

I can do this. She leapt at the mage, striking a few times, then casted a Gust Surge. The bubble crackled. A few more hits and the shield will be down. Then, it’ll be a piece of cake. 

She started concentrating, trying to summon another Palm Vortex, when an icicle came unexpectedly from the side, slamming into her. She crumpled to the ground. 

Nononono. She tried to get up, arms shaking, fighting the exhaustion in her body. 

The sinister laughter drew closer as the mage floated towards her. It raised its staff, ready to deliver the finishing blow.

“Hey!” 

Lumine looked past the mage. 

There stood Childe, hunched over, gripping his side, but standing. She almost cried out in relief. 

The mage made noises of anger, blinking away, then reappearing closer to Childe. 

The Harbinger raised his hand, droplets forming from his palm. 

No, Childe wait—! His Hydro elements didn’t stand a chance in this battle. 

The beginnings of his spear formed. But then, the water quickly crystallized, turning into shards of ice, and dropping to the ground. Childe winced painfully. 

Lumine jumped up on her feet, her energy renewed, and raced towards the mage. 

The mage raised its staff again, forming a huge icicle above Childe. He wouldn’t have enough time to move, especially in his condition. The shard started falling. 

“Childe!” Lumine screamed. 

He closed his eyes. The mask sitting atop his head began to glow. It crackled with purple electricity, and spiraled out, creating a barrier. The large icicle shattered on impact. The mage shrieked in confusion. 

Lumine took the distraction, and destroyed the Abyss Mage’s shield, then stabbed its critical point: right through its head. It vanished into the air. 

“Good job...traveler…,” Childe said between heavy breaths. His voice sounded distorted, his eyes and expression darker than before. The electro-shield came down, and Lumine watched as he fell to his knees, before rushing over, and catching him before he fell down completely.

She felt his forehead on her bare shoulder. “You’re burning up,” she whispered. 

He laughed weakly, before descending into coughs. “I hate to say it, but I think you were right,” he murmured. 

She saw Paimon opening the door to the cabin. “Okay, c’mon, we only have a little bit to go, then we can rest.” She felt him nod. 

When the three finally got into the cabin, Lumine laid Childe down, folding their scarves to make a pillow, and covering him with their coats. Paimon helped carry some pieces of wood to her, and soon a small fire was started. The guide disappeared back into her world to let Lumine rest. 

Lumine finally let out a sigh of relief. She looked over Childe, making sure he didn’t have any injuries she didn’t notice before. Her eyes fell on his mask, the mask that created the electro-shield earlier. 

Two elements? That shouldn’t be possible. Was he different, like her? Not of this world? There was certainly something dark about the mask, lurking beneath the surface. 

She reached for the mask. Childe’s hand weakly sprung up, catching her before she could touch it. His eyes were still closed.

“Now, now, we don’t touch things that aren’t ours—isn’t that right, girlie?” he teased quietly. His voice was hoarse, strained. 

“Even on the verge of death, you love teasing me,” Lumine responded. He still hadn’t let go of her wrist. “And anyways, I dragged you all the way here. You could at least tell me what that thing is.” 

He opened his eyes, narrowly. “Sorry, sweetheart, Fatui secret.” Lumine tried pulling her wrist away, but he held onto it, then shifted it so he was holding her hand. “Thank you, Lumine.” 

She blushed. “I couldn’t just leave you out there to die.” She looked at their intertwined hands. “Why did you take this mission anyways? You know it’s dangerous during the Cryo months for a Hydro user like you.” 

There was a long pause of silence. She almost thought he had fallen asleep. 

“It was for Mondstadt,” he finally replied. “I knew you would be here.”

She was feeling warm. Too warm. Is it the fire? Am I getting sick too?

“You should get some sleep. You’ll feel better when you wake up,” she said, completely avoiding what he said. He nodded and closed his eyes, a faint smile on his lips. 

Lumine observed his sleeping face, how harmless he seemed right now. None of his antics. None of the mystery surrounding him. None of that lurking darkness. Just a sick, lonely boy. A sick, lonely boy completely vulnerable to the world. 

She started to get up, maybe to go cook some stew for him, but to her surprise, Childe held tightly to her hand. 

“Stay,” he said, hazily. His eyelids were fluttering, like he was struggling to open them. 

“...Okay.” Tired herself, she laid down next to him, tucking herself under the coats as well, glad for the warmth. 

He pulled her closer, letting go of her hand, and instead wrapped his arms around her waist, tucking his head under her chin, like he was listening to her heartbeat—a heartbeat that was surely beating way too fast right now. This sickness is making him delusional…

She was about to start protesting when he started speaking. 

“No one ever stays,” Childe whispered. It had been no louder than a small leaf rustling in the nighttime wind; Lumine might not have heard it if she wasn’t listening. Her heart broke a little. 

She wrapped her arms tightly around him. You’re not alone.

“I’m here,” she whispered back. “I’m right here.”

[angel-riki]

Dazed & Dreaming {Ch. 1}

summary: Y/N's life was always quite normal, some may even consider it boring. However, Y/N enjoyed her simple life and the little pleasures it brought. Unfortunately, that all changed the day she found out her best friend's biggest secret. Her discovery leads her down a rabbit hole of a new and confusing world she never knew existed. She must now navigate this new life filled with love, fear, and the supernatural. What awaits her down this path?

pairing: enhypen x reader (vampire au)

warnings: light swearing

word count: 1,435

chapters: [Ch.2] [Ch.3] [Ch.4]

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The brisk autumn air pricked at your cheeks, making you shiver as you clutched your coat tighter around your body. You picked up your pace as your shoes tapped lightly against the pavement. Walking to school was nice this time of year, you loved the autumn scenery which was full of rich colors and leaves dancing in the wind. Winter on the other hand, was another story. It was also quite pretty, yet much more inconvenient and impractical. However, right now it was a pleasant walk.

Before you know it, you're at the entrance of your school, trudging up the stairs. Oh how you longed to be back in your warm, soft bed, asleep. You begrudgingly continued on your way when you heard a familiar voice ring out,

"Y/N! Wait up!"

You recognize the voice without even needing to turn around, it was Jake. Jake had been your best friend since he had moved here from Australia way back in middle school. He meant the world to you. You've grown so close over the years, he practically knows everything about you at this point. And you know all about him as well. You smiled and waved at the cheerful boy as he jogged to catch up with you. Slightly out of breath and with flushed cheeks, he greeted you,

"Good morninggg!" He drew out the last syllable with a dorky grin on his face. You giggled, he was always so cute without even trying.

"Good morning," you replied, happily.

"Kind of chilly this morning, huh? Did you walk to school again?" He asked.

"Yeah, I did. I always walk to school, you know that," you chuckled at his silly question.

"You knowww," he began,

Oh boy here we go, you thought.

"Heeseung would totally give you a ride to school if you'd like," he stated. Jake had made this offer to you a few times, however, you always declined. Heeseung was a close friend of Jake's yet he was merely an acquaintance to you at best, you would feel bad having him drive you around. Especially since he already gave Jake rides every morning.

Also not to mention, you found Heeseung incredibly attractive and you don't think your heart could handle that...

"No that's okay, I wouldn't want to impose," you politely declined like always. Jake sighed. You were always so considerate, almost to a fault.

"Y/N, Heeseung totally wouldn't mind, he isn't like that, you know." He smiled, trying to convince you to accept the offer. Especially, knowing that winter was just around the corner.

"I know...I just would rather not," you said trying to escape the topic as your cheeks began to heat up. Jake sighed defeatedly and decided to let it go as you both continued your way into the building.

*****

The end of the day couldn't come soon enough as you headed towards your final class; physics. Yay. You've always hated physics and although you were a straight A student, your grades suffered in that class. Thankfully, Jake was quite good at physics and was always happy to help. Over time, he basically became your tutor. You scanned the front board to see what the topic of the lesson was today. Like usual, you couldn't make sense of any of it. God, I wish I had Jake's brain, you thought to yourself.

As much as you tried not to, you ended up tuning out the teacher and his lecture as your mind wandered to anything but physics. Before you knew it, class was over and students began gathering their books and shuffling out of the classroom. Shit. I didn't pay attention to any of that. You mentally kicked yourself for slacking off. Well, at least the school day is over. You headed back to your locker where you saw Jake waiting for you.

"Hey Y/N, how was physics? I know it's your favorite class," he said sarcastically.

"Shut up," you slapped him playfully on the arm, "I actually totally zoned out the whole period. Therefore, I'm lost and you really have your work cut out for you as my tutor," you retorted.

He laughed and shook his head, "Y/N, you're killing me!" He said while jokingly clutching his chest in imaginary pain.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry I should honestly be paying you at this point," you laughed.

"Nah don't worry about it, I'm happy to help," he said. Gosh he's so sweet, you thought. Sometimes you felt like you didn't deserve him. But if you ever dared to say that out loud, you know you would receive an immediate rebuttal from him. Because that's just how Jake is.

*****

*BZZZ* *BZZZ* * BZZZ*

You rolled over and groaned. Ughhh, it's already time to get up? You had stayed up later than usual the night before. You had been facetiming with Jake as he tried to explain your physics homework to you. Unfortunately, it took you quite a while to understand it since you hadn't paid attention in class earlier that day.

Just 5 more minutes...you thought as you lazily snoozed your alarm.

*****

Your eyes fluttered open as you awoke for the second time. Hm, that's weird. Why didn't my alarm go off yet? You grabbed your phone to check the time. You squinted as your eyes adjusted to the bright screen. Oh shit. You had overslept for 45 minutes. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. You mentally cursed at yourself as you scrambled to get ready in half the time you usually do. You frantically threw on your school uniform and hurried to the bathroom to brush you teeth. You gasped as you saw your reflection. You had the worst bed head you had EVER seen. Just my luck. You quickly threw your hair up into a half updo. Guess I'm going for the messy look today. You hurried downstairs and grabbed a granola bar on your way out. You headed down your driveway only to see a car parked on the side of the road right in front of your house. You were a bit confused but as you got closer you were met with two familiar faces. Oh no. This is Heeseung's car. Your stomach did a backflip. Heeseung smiled and gave a small wave as Jake greeted you from the passenger seat,

"Hey, Y/N! Sorry for the surprise, I knew you would never accept the ride but the weather's getting colder and I don't want you to get sick," Jake rambled.

"Jake told me that you walk to school every morning, but I don't mind giving you a ride, it's no problem at all," Heeseung added with a kind smile.

You appreciated the kind gesture, however, you were mortified. Here you were, looking like the hottest mess of the century in front of the hottest boy of the century. This can't be happening. Of all days, why today?!

You smiled meekly, "Wow, uh, thank you that's very kind of you! I guess I'll take you up on that offer since you already went out of your way to come here," you said apologetically. The two boys smiled at you as you opened the car door and climbed into the back seat.

*****

So far, the ride had been fairly quiet until Jake suddenly broke the silence,

"Y/N, did you do something different with your hair?" Jake asked as he turned around to face you.

God, why did he have to bring that up??

"Uh, yeah, I actually woke up late and my hair was a mess so I just tried to make the best of it," you laughed nervously.

"Ohh, well it looks nice!" he complimented.

"Yeah, you look cute." Heeseung added with his eyes still on the road.

You froze. Your brain began malfunctioning as you tried to compute what Heeseung just said. He called me cute. You chuckled anxiously as you felt your cheeks burning up.

"Thank you," you said shyly.

Jake had noticed your abrupt change in body language, which confused him. But then, it all clicked. Oh...She has a crush on Heeseung. He didn't know how he hadn't noticed it sooner. He grinned to himself, amused by his realization. Suddenly, it made sense why you never accepted a ride.

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Hi, guys! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I know it was a bit slow, but once the introductory part is out of the way, hopefully things will pick up the pace. Regardless, thank you for reading! I am also uploading this series on wattpad, so if you’d like to support it over there, that would mean a lot! I'm hoping to publish new chapters a couple times a week so keep your eyes peeled hehehe

~Elle <3

[cinnamonrusts]

i’ll see you in the village -- 3

parts: 1 2

Chris closes in on your location and he prays to see that you’re alive and well. However, you’re on the opposite side of the secluded village and come face to face with the big honcho herself, plus some of her troublesome “children”. (chris redfield x f!reader)

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Chris's heart pounded in his chest as the squad’s van got closer and closer to the blip on the laptop’s map. He hoped that you would be okay - maybe staying in a home or met a friendly local... Your smile was all he could picture when he closed his eyes and took a deep breath in to calm down. However, when he opened them, the van veered off away from the main road where the rinky-dink cottages were scattered about and headed into the woods. “Where are you going?” he asked as he leaned into the cab. Night Howl was behind the wheel, “Following the ping, sir.” Chris swallowed hard, if you were alone in these dark woods -- something could’ve went wrong.

The vehicle bounced around on the uneven ground and Chris held on to the back of the seat to keep himself upright. His eyes never moved from the windshield and his keen senses were on alert for any sign of you. Lobo spoke up just as the ping reached its loudest pitch, “Says we’re here.” Chris opened the door with one quick yank and he jumped out of the van. He pulled out his flashlight and his gun from his belt as he observed his surroundings. The area was as quiet as death and there were no signs that you even there. Chris walked around the area for quite sometime as his team watched him from within the vehicle, they exchanged brief words in regard to if they should help or stop him. But decided to let him do this unless he was met with danger.

His desperation reached an all time high and he started to shout your name into the dark. “[Y/N]!” Chris continued to walk and shout until his boot kicked something that was laying on the road. He kneeled down and shined his flashlight at the item that caught his attention. Chris picked it up and realized that the crumbled pile in his palm was once a cell phone. Technology seemed to stay at a standstill in this area and was mostly untouched by the outside world -- so why was there a cellphone here? The only explanation was that it was your phone. His tired faced drained itself of color and his heartbeat quickened to an unmeasurable rate. He was silent but his mind was loud. If anything were to happen to you, he would tear this entire place apart and tear through anyone just to get to you. His fist closed around the broken phone and crushed it more. As he came to a stand, he breathed out through his nostrils loudly and let the plastic crumble from his fingers.

Lobo stepped out from the van to approach Chris with concern, “Everything alright, Alpha?” Redfield’s eyes were fixated on the trees before him and he was silent - not even a twinge in his face, he was blank. “They took her,” he finally spoke after an awkward amount of silence. His head turned toward Lobo, “I’m gonna get her back.” Lobo nodded, “But Alpha, don’t forget about the main objective... with Winters.” Chris grit his teeth before he barked, “YOU DON’T THINK I KNOW THAT?!” He instantly felt regret and apologized for his outburst. His team was completely faithful to the man and followed him to the ends of the Earth. But, he was scared to lose anyone else... he’s lost too much already and if he lost you... he was unsure if he could handle that. Lobo patted his shoulder a couple times, “Don’t worry, Alpha. We got your back and we’ll find [Y/N].”

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The Duke listened to your story intently and when you finished, he erupted in laughter. Your face crinkled in surprise at his reaction, “Did I say something -- funny?” you ask, offended. The Duke continued to chuckle before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “If you’re going to tell me a tale, my lady, at least make it believable.” You scoff and thought briefly about how good you thought your story was but -- it didn’t fool this large man that sat before you. “Now, why don’t we start again, American?” The jig was up and you might as well just tell the truth. “How could you tell?” you ask and he chuckled once more. “Gypsies haven’t been around this area for nearly fifty years! And also, you lack of an accent from the area you claim to be from... it is rather funny, if you ask me!”

Your ego felt somewhat hurt by this stranger but that was besides the point. If he could easily see through your ruse, then maybe so would Miranda... “So...” you start to say before the wagon got slammed into from the side. You tumble around inside the cart as it flipped several times before it landed upside down. The Duke had been separated from you as the back part of the wagon broke free from the front part he was in, and the horse carried him away to safety but left you behind

.

You groan loudly as you roll to your side and try to push yourself up but couldn’t because of an excruciating pain in your leg. It is hard to focus because of the trauma that your head had taken from the crash plus the trip down the hill earlier. Once your vision cleared, you could see a rather large piece of wood protruding from your upper thigh. “Shit!” you curse as your shaky hands hesitated to pull it out. But it was too painful to even touch and your training kicked in, if you took it out, you would more than likely bleed out due to where it was located and you were far from help.

Loud noises shuffled around from outside of the wagon and you began to panic. Your hands shuffled through the broken pieces of wood that were scattered around in an attempt to find your pistol. The curtain at the back of the wagon lifted slowly just as you found your weapon, and you proceeded to shoot a warning shot. The curtain dropped and it was silent for a moment but your aim was still up. Suddenly, a large, black root slinked up under the curtain and yanked you out from your cover. You screamed loudly and desperately tried to aim for something to shoot at but you found yourself being held upside down. Stupidly, you emptied your clip into the air as you hoped it would hit the root. 

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A woman stepped out from the shadows to slap your pistol out of your hand and you instantly recognized her face once she stepped into the moonlight. Her blonde hair and attractive features... they-they matched Mother Miranda! It was Miranda! Shit. Now you were deep in it... You followed the root that had a tight grip around your ankle up to the hem of her dress. It was apparent that she had abilities similar to that of the mold and BOWs, even better. “There was word of a rat in our nest,” she hissed, her voice feminine and powerful. Miranda’s stare was cold as she walked closer to you; her face closes in on yours and you could feel her warm breath on your sweat stained skin. “And the snakes don’t care much for rats. American agent rats to be exact.”

The root lifted you higher into the air and you were dangled above her head. Miranda looked up to you, “I think I will let the others help me decide what to do with you.” she smiled before the root slammed you down into the ground and your vision faded black.

Miranda lifted you from the ground and held your unconscious body in her arms. Black feathers spread from her back and wrapped around the two of you, then disappeared in a swirl of black.

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An unknown amount of time passed before you came to. The sound of a few people talking caused you to stir, their loud voices rang in your ear and irritated the horrible headache you had. “I say we strip her down, cover her in honey, and throw her to the rats! A rat for a rat!” a man’s voice boomed with excitement and it was the first sentence you could make out while coming to. “Let me have her! She’ll be turned into the finest of wine!” a woman’s voice that was not Miranda’s yelled over the man’s.

When your eyes opened fully, three faces turned toward you. “Well, well, good morning, sleepy head!” the male grinned and lowered his sunglasses to get a better look at you. A dark haired woman across from him stood from her chair and her insane height towered over you, “She looks healthy and plump enough to craft an excellent bottle.” The man stood from his chair and pushed her a bit, “You always want to turn the women into wine. Boring!” 

The two of them began to bicker back and forth for several minutes until one of Miranda’s roots grabbed hold of your throat and reeled you in. “You two can fight over the child’s father. She - she will be mine to toy with, I’ve made up my mind,” the leader smiled a menacing grin which caused your blood to run cold. Inside you hoped that Chris would punch  through the door and save you from your predicament, but that chance was slim to none. “Begone my children, I have work to do.” They obeyed her wishes and left.

  ✧.*

She wrapped her wings around you once again and kept you restrained while she forced you into her laboratory that was beneath the village’s grounds. “I could kill you but that would be a waste.” she spoke as she strapped you to a table in the middle of the room. You wiggled violently as you tried to free yourself from your imprisonment but cried in pain at the open wound in your leg. “A strong American agent like yourself could be an interesting addition to our family... think of it as an eye for an eye.” she walked away to a shelf and reached for a large glass jar which had a sort of creature inside. “You’ll be the first outsider to receive a Cadou implant. And I am oh so curious to see how you adapt...” She reached into the jar, pulled out the pulsating parasite, and slowly approached you. 

Screams escaped your mouth as you thrashed around in another attempt to break loose but your restraints were so tight that they dug into your flesh. Miranda pushed your head down with force and pressed her palm into your forehead. The “Cadou” writhed around and long tentacles sprouted from within its fleshy mass and grabbed onto either side of your chest . Your last breath was a shriek of terror as it attached itself to your body and burrowed into your torso.

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Go Figure! l Chapter Two

Genre: Fluff; Competitive Figure Skating AU; Angst; Eventual Romance; (Maybe classified as hurt/ comfort down the road?) ((Also maybe smut too? I’m not sure!))

Pairings: Female Reader x Min Yoongi; Female Reader x Park Jimin; Female Reader x Jung Hoseok; Female Reader x Kim Seokjin ⇥ past relationship

Words: 6,113

Warnings: Profanity, Mentions of ankle injury/ falling on the ice, angst of heartbreak, high anxiety and a “dead” career on the ice. Mentions of fainting and being scared. I think that’s it!

Author’s Notes: 1) This was created for a Secret Santa, I am apart of! I am gifting it to @xotoosweet! Wow, I’m so sorry this second chapter took me like a year to complete 🙃. I’m terrible; I’m so sorry! I hope people will still enjoy it, nonetheless! 2) I do not have a beta reader currently and I am moving so I apologize if this isn’t up to my standard, but I wanted to FINALLY put it out! 3) ALSO ALSO!!!!: I’ve never figure skated in my life so a lot of this information is probably wrong or not accurate. I apologize if any information is wrong! I tried to research as much as I can, but I still don’t know a lot about it! I just enjoy being a casual viewer so please forgive me if things aren’t 100% accurate!

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I’ve performed in front of millions…I’ve performed in front of judges all my life…I’ve even been to the Olympics for Christ sakes…But everyone, including you, knows how that went. So why couldn’t you get it together?

You know why. You just didn’t want to admit it.

Standing outside (well across the street, actually) a little cafe, you watched him with hungry eyes and a deep pit in your stomach. With shaking hands, you anxiously smoothed the bottom of your turtleneck dress. You didn’t tell the boys where you were and you hoped they could all handle themselves for one night.

Knowing them, they will either be eating new foods and drinks, watching the competition, or socializing and making new friends.

He takes a sip from his alabaster cup, your orbs watching him like a ravenous bird of prey, tracking his every move. His sharp jaw, his onyx-colored irises that seem to sparkle under the fairy lights outside, the sunset hitting his rich hair, setting his locks ablaze. His glorious smile that was sweet yet sinister in the same expression. Pink, fluffy pillowy lips that spin beautiful, intricate webs of poisonous lies. But, yet you were here. Enabling the man who ripped your beating heart out of its socket while you stood there, smiling foolishly at him.

Yet, here he is. So innocent, sipping at something steaming in his cup. He’s so…for lack of a better term…innocent.

You clear your throat and turn your blushing face from him, pulling out your compact to check your face for the millionth time. You scan for anything that was astray. The mirror shakes as you brush your eyelid with a finger. You notice you can’t keep a steady hand, the nerves of being one on one with him. Alone…

I could walk away right now.

As if on cue, as if he senses your presence, Kim Seokjin looks over at you and winks, his lips twisting up into a wolfish grin.

Fuck.

Taking a deep breath, you close your compact and hope that this will go as planned.

Wait…what is planned? What do I plan to gain by being here? He broke up with me, remember?

You clear your throat once more as you approach the hostess. “H-Hi.” Your voice sounds meek in your ears as she looks up from her phone with a smile. “I, uh, I am just here to meet a… friend.” You finish as you lift a half-chewed nail to the direction of Seokjin.

He cuts through the air, creating a perfect wave as he is not far from the entrance. You give a half hearted wave back and an awkward smile his way.

The hostess’s face whips back to face you, her pretty eyes wide and sparkling in the light of the oncoming sunset. “That’s Kim Seokjin!” She whispers to you as she grabs a menu, ushering you towards him. “The super famous playboy ice skater?!” You only nod.

How do you respond to something like that?

“Holy shit, I thought he looked familiar but you know how do you forget a face like that?!”

You are telling me, sister. You think, giving her a nervous smile. Suddenly your turtleneck dress seems way too tight and too ill fitting all at the same time as you shuffle your feet awkwardly.

“How do you know him?” She asks you, waiting to open the door to the patio. Amazingly, you wanted to escape the claws of this minx and dive into this odd meeting of sorts you were about to have with Seokjin.

You look down to your boots. You suspect this is the most interesting thing that’s happened to her this week - hell, this month. “Uh, it’s a long story…”

She leans down, her minty breath popping your personal bubble to ask, “Are you his girlfriend?”

Sweat beats on the back of your neck, your palms growing hot. “I used to be.” You blurted out, body feeling dizzy from the pressure this stranger was inflicting upon you.

She just lifts a perfect eyebrow and opens the door, the night air slapping you in the face. You welcome it with a deep sight as you clasp your hands together.

This is it. Is it? Isn’t this what you’ve wanted?

You feel them. The burning gaze of a hungry wolf set upon your face. The pit in your stomach feels like an empty void. He laps the corners of his lips and you almost want to moan, how sinful this man is and he knows how to pull your strings like a poor pathetic puppet master. You were afraid you were going to vomit up your no-doubt expense meal if you didn't get these nerves under control.

Why am I here again?

“Your table.” The hostess sets the menu down, all the while staring at Seokjin. “Can I get you anything, sir? More tea or wine perhaps?”

You smile as you sit down, tilting your head as you notice her tone shift to something more audibly sultry. His eyes flicker with annoyance, the corners of his mouth dipping from his wide smile to one of discomfort.

“No, thank you.” He remarks cooly, looking around her waterfall of beautiful hair to pierce your cold heart with his fiery, fixed stare. “I am fine now that she is here, thank you.”

With a frown and a turn of her heel, the hostess is gone from your sight.

“I’m sorry.” You say because you feel like you have to slide into his good side for whatever reason. “I lost track of time.” An awkward grin pops up on your lips as he drinks his tea, dark eyes roaming your face. “There’s only so much a girl can pack for these trips so I had to run out and find something to wear tonight.”

A glimmer of power sparkles in his eyes. “No. No. No. Y/N, truly! Apologizes,” Seokjin softly coos across the table from you, “I would not have chosen this spot if I would have known people would…bother you.” His dark orbs vigorously search your seated body, taking in the sight of you outside of your bulky coaching attire. “And you do look lovely, by the way.”

Heat rises to your cheeks, your insides melting, turning into mush. Shifting in your seat you look down and feel like a teenager once more. Your heart was aflame. Or was it? Were you just lonely? Were you just thinking Seokjin was special to you because he was your first “real” boyfriend?

The waiter picks the perfect moment to ask if you both wanted anything to drink which you happily ask for some water. Seokjin asks for more tea. Once this tour is over, I need several stiff drinks.

Light conversation and witty banter take place and you feel comfortable slipping back into this position you’ve been in before. By his side, natively, thinking you were going to take over the world. Two of the biggest names in the skating world - the perfect power couple, Kim Seokjin and yourself.

Oh, how you desperately wanted to take his last name. Be Mrs. Kim Y/N. How foolish. Or was it foolish now? Did he still feel something for you?

Neither of you talk about the past or skating, keeping your professional lives out of it. Whatever “it” is between you two. Is there anything here? Was something there in the past? Could you be with him in the future? You were so jaded from this relationship and everything you hold so dear you weren’t sure you could ever trust him, get close to him again.

But he speaks so earnestly and confidently to you, making you feel like the only person in the world even if you only talk to him about the airline you like to fly.

The waiter comes over again, asking you what you’d like to enjoy this evening. You state just a simple Caesar salad. A gasp leaves your lips, and quite possibly your soul. You nearly shiver as Seokjin orders lightly salted chicken, all the while he connects your flesh to his for the first time in months.

Time slows around you, you feel every pulsing beat of your rapidly thumping heart. Seokjin’s hand slides across the table grasping yours tightly, his rich orbs not breaking contact with yours in this moment.

No.

Part of you wants to get up, run from this table. You want to scream, slap him silly, call him a name, become a feral wild woman. The other part - the part of that wins - melts into his soft, tender touch, his longing gaze. You are not sure how you feel about this. Were you supposed to feel happy? Revolted? Both? The only thing that was certain was the confusion you were feeling from both sides of your brain tugging their separate ways.

Like a teenager, you revel in the way his thumb slides across the top of your hand. The simplest brush of his fingers against your flesh delights you to your core. And you hated that…Or did you? Maybe, this once, his smile wasn’t filled with deception.

“Y/N?”

You know this voice well. Time slows even further as you turn your head to that familiar sound, eyes growing wide at the sight of him. You pull your hand away, missing the little smirk that slides across your date’s puffy lips. Time seems to catch back up to reality, people sliding back into place, noise filling up your ears. Tears start welling up in your eyes.

Double no.

Yoongi was there, strap around his neck, camera in his hands, his glinting eyes peering at you and the competition. He stood by the little hedges that separate the cafe, concern coloring his expression. His mouth is agape as he watches you awkwardly stand at the table.

“Ah, ‘Silent Lightning’!” Seokjin waves at him to come over and sit down as the waiter presents the food you've both been waiting for. “Why don’t you join us? We’ve got plenty of room,” Seokjin snatches your hand in his with a victorious display, “if you don’t mind us being a little…closer.” Seokjin snickers.

Anger, hurt, confusion, jealousy flare up on Yoongi’s usually stoic face as his gaze flickers from you to Seokjin. He dabs the corners of his mouth with his pink tongue like he does when he is in deep thought.

Shit. Shit. Shit! Fuck. I’ve been caught.

“S-Sorry Seokjin, I have to go.” You rip your hand out of his, guilt eating you alive like the trash you are. If I feel like I’m being caught in something “bad” I shouldn’t be here anyway, right? “I’ll pay you for the meal.” You mutter as you get out some currency you always stash away just in case. “Goodbye.” You declare, marching out of the restaurant to find Yoongi.

Seokjin calls after you but you ignore him. Your student, no matter if they have feelings for you or not, come first over your confusing ex-boyfriend. You blink away the tears. There was no time for that right now.

Surprisingly, Yoongi is still standing outside of the cafe, watching you walk up to him with an unreadable expression. Shame clouds your face as you gently guide him from a place where you would be out of sight from Seokjin. You link your arm with his, stunned once more when he lets you do this, not pulling away from you or voicing his anger outright.

No, that’s not like him at all. Jimin would. Maybe Hoseok. But not Yoongi. But it’s almost worse with Yoongi, he keeps his emotions very close to him, never letting anyone get too close. You suspect for this exact reason Yoongi doesn’t open up much to people.

This is for the best. You solemnly think as you glance back to see the hostess swooping into your seat, beckoning Seokjin to sit with her as he watches you walk the opposite direction. All the boys needed to know at some point. I wish they didn’t find out like this.

No words are exchanged between either of you as you walk along a river splitting the city in two. Which is exactly how you feel right now. I’m being selfish, you bitterly remark in your head. What about how he feels, you oaf? Chancing a glance, you peak over at your student walking arm-in-arm with you. His brow was furrowed and his eyes lit with something you didn’t know how to describe, but the rest of his face was deadpan. From this angle, you could tell his jaw was clenched, the tall-tale sign that he was agitated.

How does one bring up their ex-boyfriend to someone who has feelings for you? Not to mention their biggest competition? How do you explain to him he is one of the reasons you won’t skate anymore?

Your leg throbs and you try to ignore the pain. This was instant karma for borderline sneaking around your students backs. Wouldn’t you be hurt if the shoe was on the other foot?

Yoongi stops walking suddenly and you almost plow into a stone pillar on the bridge that was overlooking the moonlit water, swirling in the murky river below. Your heart leaps in your chest and you ache for him. You’ve disappointed millions of people, your family, and friends but this was something altogether different.

You whip around to see him staring at the river down below. “Yoongi, I-“

“So, the rumors were true.” His deep tone cuts you to the bone, sending a shiver up your spine. “You are dating him.” Bitter resentment was all you could hear in his tone.

I am going to sue every gossip platform in the world once the Grand Prix is over, I swear.

“I was.” You say hurriedly, shaking your head. “Not anymore.”

His eyes shift to you, blinking slowly as if to drink you in. Yoongi’s one eyebrow pops up as he says, “What was that then?”

You take a deep breath and turn away from him, those tears you previously blinked away make a reappearance. “I am not sure.” You hug yourself, comforting your body which you notice is shaking once more. “It’s all rather complicated and I don’t understand why I said I’d meet him…I can’t explain why I said yes when I knew I should have said no…” You turn to him, a nervous smile worming its way up your face. “I shouldn’t…I should have told you all…But, I didn’t want to break anyone’s concentration…” Closing your eyes you relent, “I understand if this a lot and I understand if you have reservations about me being your c-coach.”

Exhaling a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding on to, you wonder for a moment if he’s left you alone on the bridge. You wouldn’t blame him. You certainly couldn’t imagine not having him as one of your students but you understand, truly, that this is way too much.

Stupidity comes at a high price and you are usually a millionaire in that department. After Hoshi told you to take your professional relationship more seriously with them, you have. You know that Yoongi has feelings for you. You know about Jimin and Hoseok as well. Now mix those complicated romantic feelings into your salad of partnership, coaching, teaching, friendship, and trust paired with a delicious side dish of your world-famous ex-boyfriend and you have the recipe for a shit storm.

You don’t open your eyes or move as sturdy, lithe arms wrap around your frame. Cedarwood and clove. Yoongi. Without saying anything, your eldest student pulls you into a hug and you can’t help but break down and sob. His touch was comforting and gentle. His long fingers stroke your back in soft swirling motions and you stain his black sweatshirt with salty, remorseful tears.

After a few more minutes of your confusion and frustration crying, your eyes dry and the sobbing ceases. You stay locked in an embrace, closing your eyes as you rest on Yoongi’s shoulder. The water laps at the bridge, cars pass by in the distance, people chatter in the restaurants nearby but all you can focus on is the beating of his heart. Slow and rhythmic, calming you down further.

You wondered if you looked like lovers on this bridge, wrapped around each other in a warm embrace…Your head on his shoulder, his face plastered in your hair…

This wasn’t the time to think of such things. Your life is not a movie - and certainly not a romantic comedy - even if it feels like one in the strangest times.

“Please don’t tell them yet, Yoongi…” You mumble into his neck. “I want to be the one to explain myself, but maybe once this whole thing is over. I don’t want to ruin anyone’s chances at the podium and qualifying for the Olympics…” You take a deep breath and exhale, “…Or should I say more than I already have.”

After a moment or two of silence and a locked embrace, all he does is nod his pale locks against you at your request.

“C’mon, coach,” Yoongi mutters in his low timbre and your heart leaps in it’s throat. He called you coach. He hasn’t given up on you yet. You can physically feel yourself inflate with glee. “Let’s go to back.”

A giant grin as well as a nod of your head is all you can deliver to him in silent happiness. Student and coach, you both walk arm-in-arm back to the hotel, none the wiser to the figure watching you in the shadows on the other side of the river.

—-

The whole day you’ve been in Vancouver, Canada, during the second day of men’s short programs during the Grand Prix, nobody has managed to break any personal bests or shift anyone’s placements. Numbers wise, it was not an exciting first day. Hoseok was sitting at a comfortable first place right now which you weren’t mad about at all, but you were worried it was going to change during these final days of the short programs. Then the long program - or free program - awaits you in the second leg of this competition. But, today wasn’t about Hoseok.

You shake your head, eyes focusing away from the list of sponsors and logos from around the world on the side of the boards, coming back to reality from your thinking haze.

Today was about your ice prince, Park Jimin, and your silent lightning, Min Yoongi.

You knew your youngest competitor was itching to topple his best, like so many are in these Grand Prix’s. Jimin rolled his shoulders in the pit, waiting for his time on center stage, shaking off any trepidation or anxiety he has pent up. Shaking his hands out in anticipation, you step next to his side while he hovers over you on his skates.

“Are you feeling okay, Park?” You ask gingerly as he looks down at you with a blank expression. The music fades and applause fills the arena as Jimin stares at you with an unreadable expression.

“I am the epitome of okay, coach.” Jimin smiles but not with his eyes as it’s his turn to step out onto the ice. He doesn’t look to you for some last minute advice or turn around to capture your attention once more.

Your heart sinks.

Puzzled, you watch as he gracefully greets the crowd with the air of dignity enraptured around him. He truly embodied his nickname, the Prince. You inhale deeply as you watch Jimin. Dammit you think biting your thumbnail with concern, I shouldn’t have said anything.

There are generally two sides you see of Jimin. One side is soft, open, complacent, complete boy-next-door vibes and he’s willing to help you in a moment’s notice. The other is mysterious, serious, aloof - all wrapped up with a sexy box. You were getting the closed-off, very pragmatic Jimin today it seems.

That’s fine because he skates better when he is in full concentration anyway. You just hope you didn’t screw that up too much.

Jimin’s music choice for his short program was somewhat predictable and very heavily overused in the skating world. But somehow, he still manages to make the Swan Lake by Tchaikovsky his own beautiful creation. The lights from the arena glitter off his custom made outfit and his silky grey hair is adorned with pops of black feathers as he takes center stage, cocooning himself into his body.

As the music begins, Jimin unfurls himself, his arms acting like bird wings. He is elegance on skates, gliding through the ice and the air with masterful precision. His facial expression is one of sorrow and deep sadness and you can’t take your eyes off him. Jimin moves off beat and your heart nearly leaps from your throat. You can feel the judges eyes narrow as they look at him, fingers typing, pens moving vigorously as he rotates slower than usual.

The music picks up, becoming louder, pulsing in the speakers as Jimin twizzles his way to the other side of the arena, preparing for his first jump. You hold your breath, eyes wide as he looks over at you.

He makes eye contact with you with a painful look on his face and you know that something is wrong. Terribly wrong. You shiver. This doesn’t feel right.

Oh, no.

He sets up for a triple flip, double toe, but ultimately he pops it only rotating once in the air and not completing the double toe at all. You chew your thumb, rocking side to side on the tips of your shoes. He never looks at you. You know something is wrong and you want to run out there and stop the performance right now. “He is not in a good head space to finish competing today.” You want to go out there and plead your case to the judges, make them understand that Jimin, the ice prince, is not well and shouldn’t be competing today.

But you can’t.

Helplessly, you stand on the sidelines, watching Jimin struggle to get through his routine he’s poured his heart and soul into. He under-rotates all his jumps in the first half, earning him red on his program tracker.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! You scream in your head as you watch him move so slowly in his camel spin. You needed to do something, not only as his coach but as his support. He was almost done with this program, the step sequence was the last thing he needed to complete which Jimin excels at the best at.

You do something you’ve never done in your coaching career as you feel it is not professional, but you feel like it is the best thing to do at this moment.

“GO JIMIN!” You shout, leaning over the foam door to the rink. “GO, MY PRINCE!” By some miracle you notice the slight head nod he gives in acknowledgment. You notice the pep in his step as he hears you over the speakers, becoming a different person, being snapped out of the strange spell he was enchanted with.

Ice skating is just as much a mental sport as it is a physical sport. The more you are in your head, the more the muscle memory doesn’t want to perform. You know how hard it is to compete on bad days. You know what it’s like to have hundreds, thousands of eyes on you, judging every flick of your skate that’s out of place.

But, you know you need encouragement in the darkest of time too.

Jimin finishes his program with a bang, the crowd erupting into thunderous applause. You do the same as you cheer for him. He finished and he should be proud no matter what. He never gave up and you are so happy for that reason. He’s thrown temper tantrums off of the ice and in practice but never during a competition. Going out there when you aren’t prepared mentally is so hard. Regardless, you are proud of him as his coach and as his friend.

Body heaving, sweat now glittering his forehead, you watch Jimin pick up a few flowers from the ice that are thrown his way. Jimin bows to the judges and to the audience and you smile, hoping that all is well with your prince of the ice.

His eyes glitter with sadness as you greet him off the ice with a giant hug. He smells like defeat, vanilla, and cold air. “I’m sorry.” It’s all you can say as he towers over you. You hand him his skate guards as you are ushered into the “Kiss and Cry” portion of the pit, by the padded door to the ice.

“I should be apologizing.” He says leaning into you when you both sit on the bench. “I just got in my own way…again.” Jimin coos softly and quietly so the cameras don’t pick up what he’s saying to you.

With a shake of your head Jimin’s hand’s find yours, holding on tightly. Before you can look at him or say anything, the announcer produces the scores of your youngest student. Jimin grips your hand tightly as he gets a mediocre score. It’s not bad but it’s not great either.

You hug him suddenly. Pictures snap and you could hear the gossip blogs firing up their laptops, the sports commentators being disappointed in him. But not you. You are proud, no matter what. He finished and that’s all that matters.

“Coach?” He says as you furrow your brow, blinking back rogue tears. “What’s wrong?”

You are afraid he’s not going to be on the podium this year and that thought kills you. You because you couldn’t keep your stupid mouth shut. You are an idiot. Point, blank, period.

“Coach,” Jimin mumbles as the Grand Prix committee people start to shoo you away from the “Kiss and Cry”. “We have to go, coach. You have to go see Yoongi off.”

You nod, removing yourself and heading back to the foam door to the rink, your leg pulsing with pain. You wince but recover quickly. This wasn’t about you. Yoongi steps out onto the ice, looking like . The speakers throb with the announcer's voice, beckoning Yoongi to the ice.

Not wanting to make the same mistake, you simply nod your head and he mimics you. You swear there is something devious in his eyes and you do your best not to say anything, just smiling as he rolls his shoulders and neck, preparing for his performance. He rockets out of the gateway, presenting the judges and cameras with a gummy grin.

His white hair is slicked back, away from his pale face. The lights in the arena make him look like he is on fire with his flowing bell-shaped neon orange shirt that melts into his neon electric blue pants. He was skating to Heart-Break Hotel by the one and only Elvis Presley today and you thought it was a very fitting song for the way he was potentially feeling.

What was he feeling? Come to think of it… What are you thinking? About Seokjin…About Yoongi…About everything….?

You give a shake of your head. You had texted Seokjin after he had decided to blow up your phone last night, telling him you made a mistake and to not contact you again. It was the best thing for you. It was the best thing for the little team you worked so hard to build up.

The eldest takes the center ice, a smirk on his lips as he gets into position. You hoped he was okay. You didn’t get a chance to step over to him before his performance because you have been so worried about Jimin. Yoongi is in a lane of his own. He doesn’t like to be coddled like Jimin does nor does he want you yelling and cheering like Hoseok longs for. No, Yoongi is far more reserved. He leaves all his emotions for his routines, getting all his emotions out on the ice.

Which you wholeheartedly relate to.

Silent Lightning is what they call Yoongi. You weren’t sure if it was because of his hair or if it had something to do with the fact that when he takes off for a jump, the strike of the pick on the front bit of the skate is often way quieter than normal skaters. Regardless, either way he is quiet, impactful, full of energy while the storm brews around him, just like lightning.

The music begins and two things happen. Your jaw drops and your heart nearly stops.

You want to move, but your feet have decided they are permanently glued to their stop for this moment. Gasps ring out all over the ice rink. His music has been switched. This is not Heart-Break Hotel by Elvis Presley. This is Fade by Kanye West. You stand there in stunned silence, watching Yoongi passionately dance on the edges of his blade to this powerful, very spicy song selection. You worry for a minute that someone has tried to sabotage him, trying to ruin his concentration and flow. But, you catch a glint in his dark eyes that explains everything.

He comes over to the side of the arena you are after a triple Salchow, triple loop while the stadium is ignited in a frenzy of clapping along to the beat. You make eye contact with Yoongi, his lips placed in a soft smirk on his handsome face.

What a little sneak! He changed his music while you were focused on Jimin! You scream as you close your mouth, blinking rapidly as you continue to watch the program Yoongi unfurls before you.

Feeling the rush of adrenaline kicking in, the flashing cameras on your astonished face, and the feeling of dread and maybe a press conference and some interviews after this, it’s safe to say you feel overwhelmed. You desperately want to make a run for it. You can’t take your eyes off of Yoongi who keeps the same routine, just with this new song.

You hate to admit it, but he is on fire. He lands a triple lutz, double toe-loop and the crowd is eating from his hands. You secretly are cheering on the inside but show no emotion on the outside. This song suits him and the routine very nicely.

It doesn’t hurt that Yoongi is spinning so fast and elegant, turning sharply, hitting every beat with precision and raw emotion. He is skating like an extension of yourself. This isn’t just a routine to him. This isn’t just muscle memory and athleticism. This is him: who he is, full of passion, force, and love trapped in his lithe frame. The music is merely there for show, the tip of the iceberg. You should watch his face for what lies beneath the surface of the usually stoic and cold ice. You know because of last night, he made this switch to his program music. He was telling you how he felt in more words than one and it was hard to be mad at him because he landed his last combo jump, albeit, he did place a hand on the ice to steady himself.

Yoongi has never skated so hot on the cold ice and it was a joy to see. You wonder if he will topple his personal best here? You could only hold on and hope that he doesn’t get written up for playing Kanye West in the middle of the Grand Prix. You hope this doesn’t stop him from qualifying for the winter games.

He ends his program with a flying spin into a sit spin perfectly in sync to the song and you can’t help but crack a smile. It was perfect, Yoongi performed amazingly. Yoongi picks up a flower from the ice, a red rose, and skates back to the padded door of entry.

“Yoongi!” You remark, a gleeful grin spreads across your face. “That was amazing!” Yoongi mirrors your expression as he gets ready to pull you into a hug, stepping off the ice.

An arm slinks across your shoulders, a high pitched squeaky snicker hits your ears, and you freeze. No. “I would treat you like the queen you know you are.” You had your chance already, didn’t you? He whispers in your ear, lips brushing your flesh, making your pelvic floor clench around nothing. Your heartbeat increases as you meekly step aside for him to glide onto the ice. “Now, watch how a king skates.”

Kim Seokjin.

He is called to the ice and if you thought the arena was loud with Yoongi, it’s about twice that now that the “King” is not the ice. Seokjin bows and laughs, dark eyes sweeping the building before they are pitched with rich intensity, gaze directed at you.

“Coach-!” Yoongi wraps you into a tight, silent hug, pulling you away from the allure that is Kim Seokjin. You are grateful for Yoongi, knowing he is sensitive, picking up on your emotions. He simply takes your hand and holds it in yours

You both are ushered into the Kiss and Cry. He holds your hand tightly as you close your eyes until the voice slithers through the speakers. The scores are requested and just as you have suspected, Yoongi has flung his way to the top and earned a new personal best. Hoseok was now sitting in second place and hopefully he was still proud of his short program he’s trained his heart out for.

Rejoicing is heard and Yoongi dives in for another hug and you allow it. You are over the moon but trying to remain the professional, level headed coach the team has come to rely on you to be.

“I’ll talk to you about your music later.” You chide Yoongi as you get up. He laughs in response but doesn’t say anything to you, towering over you on his skate guards.

You make your way back to where you have collected your things, Jimin waiting for you in the pit, skates off, wearing a jacket with your last name on the back of it. He congratulates Yoongi, sharing a sweaty hug and smiles between the two. The sea of people chant our ex-boyfriend’s name and you think you are going to be sick, but you are betrayed by our body once more, looking to the ice as the world champion is about to perform. “Do you want to watch the King?” Jimin asks, pointing to the man in all black. The crowd then turns their attention to the middle of the ice, quieting down as Kim Seokjin steals the show.

Your blood runs cold as you realize what song he has chosen to skate to. Lay All Your Love on Me by ABBA. But, your body was on fire as you watch him, eyes drinking him in. You squint your eyes as his movements seem vaguely familiar. This isn’t right. The little hairs are standing up on the back of your neck, your body telling you to run instead of staying and watching.

He is skating your Olympic performance. Your failed Olympic performance.

“Isn’t this…?” Jimin mumbles, head turning to face you suddenly. You couldn’t look away.

“Coach, we need to go.” Yoongi demands, placing his long, cold fingers on your shoulder. But, you don’t wake up from the spell your ex has placed you under.

Seokjin lands a quad loop and you have flashbacks to the night you let not only your country but your coach, your family, your fans, and most importantly yourself down. You know you have trauma and major performance anxiety, causing you to never step foot on the ice but even hearing the song White spots dance in the corners of your vision, your mouth feels dry, and your knees buckle. You feel weak, like you are going to vomit up all the coffee you drank today.

You grip Jimin’s arm and Yoongi’s side weakly as you plummet to the ground.

“Help…me…”

The roar of the crowd drowned out your plea. Nonetheless, both Jimin and Yoongi grab onto you as your head lulls to the side, knees giving out as your eyesight becomes increasingly dark as you struggle to remain conscious. Your students yell to get a medic and yell at you but all you can focus on is the way you can hear the crowd chant “Kim Seokjin” over and over like a prayer.

Cameras not only flash in Seokjin’s direction but yours as well and even though you aren’t competing, you are once again letting down everyone you love in this world.

Go figure.

-

Chapter One l Chapter Three

[violets-page]

Shot down Pt.3

Allie takes over your mind and all Raven can do is watch, feeling helpless.

TW: self-harm (kinda extreme)

Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Masterlist

You relied often on the extension of crutches to be mobile. However, things that worked on the ark were not always as great on the ground.

Things like executions, lunch, and crutches, were all much better on the ark. All involved much less suffering. The bumpy terrain and muddy roads made you slip often. Walking made you anxious, afraid that at any moment your legs would give up and you would plummet to the soil. Stuck there until someone become willing to help. Needless to say, you avoided it at all costs. Or at least avoid walking alone.

Today was one of those days where you were forced to. Raven was working on some sort of electric fence around the camp and had begrudgingly left your side after you begged her to. You knew that being cramped inside all day with nothing to work on was worse than hell for her. It had rained earlier and the ground was a cesspool of piss and mud. Falling into it was ill-advised.

You were immensely grateful for the returning strength to your arms and spent many hours working out. Pull-ups were your preference. Without them hobbling along would have been much harder. Raven often commented on them with a smile and a laugh, it always made you blush.

The jagged metal of the crutches sank deep within the soil each time you set them down. It took forever for you to get more than a few feet from your tent, but by that time you had already grown too tired.

You practically fell onto a stray box before hurling the crutches into the mud next to you. You felt your foot twitch. Abby had stated this was a good sign of recovery but to you, it just felt like a painful reminder of your limits.

Your head fell forward as your palms dug into your eyes, holding back the tears like a damn.

The chip in your pocket felt like a hundred pounds as you pulled it out

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

When Jaha gave you the chip he had seemed so sure of himself, so convinced that these people would be happy. Hell, the man fell from space in a death capsule, was stranded in the desert, almost died, and somehow, and he looked happier than anyone else on this damned planet.

You had run out of other options. The worst that could happen? It turned out to be a piece of plastic and you were left with the unsatisfying taste of dirt.

You held it against your lips toying with the idea, you had run out of time, out of patience, out of hope.

Raven had slowly gotten over her guilt (all thanks to you) and due to your inability to travel more than 30 feet without screaming, you barely saw her. Abby was the only one who checked in regularly and most likely because you spent most of your time in her makeshift waiting room.

Waiting.

You were always waiting. Waiting for your friends to return, waiting for your leg to heal, waiting for love.

Before you could stop yourself you let the chip slide onto your tongue. It dissolved quickly at tasted faintly like salt and dough.

You sat there, waiting for euphoria, waiting for...something.

The kids on the ark sometimes smoked herbs. You thought it would feel like that, the world fading around you as bright colors floated around and everything else just ceased to matter.

Instead, you wiped tears from your eyes all the while cursing Thelonious. You grabbed your crutches, the walk back would take your remaining energy, but better than then be stuck in the oncoming rain.

You felt your annoyance growing with each step as the crutches creaked irritated by your weight on them. You couldn’t take it anymore, the anger came crashing like waves. You slammed the crutches in the mud with a scream. You hated them. They poked you in the arm, they were too tall and made your shoulders ache, they sunk into the ground and were too nosy.

you stood in front of the crutches before raising your leg to stomp on them.

You took your anger out, everything that was wrong with the world you suddenly blamed the crutches for.

“Stupid mother fu-”

Your stomps slowed to a steady pat before halting completely. You were moving, standing. Without the aid of crutches. You took a few more steps, and a few more, and some more. Until your eyes were met with a pristine pair of black heels.

Your eyes trailed up the ivory-toned legs and over the tight red dress of a figure, you'd never seen before. You stared at her in confusion.

“Hello y/n”

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

Raven hadn’t realized what was happening till it was too late.

You fought against the hold on Clarke and Bellamy in a fit of screams. The forest looked the same to you no matter where you were and your eyes hungrily searched for anything you could recognize

You heard the familiar faint whispers of Raven’s ‘I’m sorry’ before a needle was plunged into your neck and everything went dark.

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

The drive to the grounder camp felt long and hopeless to Raven. She spent the drive running her hand through your hair hoping part of your unconscious mind would recognize her touch and be soothed by it.

She watched as Clarke and Bellamy hopped out of the truck to reason with the vicious-looking grounder. Her Breath hitched waiting and hoping they would be able to reason with her. She couldn't bear to lose you.

You were all she had.

She felt you shift in her arms, your eyebrows furrowed and she could see your eyes flutter but remain close. For a second she forgot the situation, a gentle smile down at your waking form. Then reality came crashing.

“Hurry she's waking up!”

You felt the fabric of a blindfold as rough hands shoved it down before you could even open your eyes.

Hands were on your body, their touch felt familiar but not enough that you could place the figure. The blindfold cocooned your ears and amplified the sound of your breathing so that Clarke’s voice was a dull mumble.

You felt your body being released from your arms as your back sunk it to something soft and shiny. You immediately started trying to get free. Attempting to rip the blindfold off, you felt your hands and feet grabbed by multiple sets of limbs. Restraints were bound sloppily but tightly around your wrists, with the addition of the blindfold and multiple pairs of hands trying to hold you down you weren't making much, if any progress.

The smartest thing to do was to obliviate one of these obstacles. You choose the easiest one. Your hands clawed at your face, you could faintly feel your skin under your nails as you ripped at it before your fingers were finally able to latch onto the blindfold, yanking it down and around your neck.

Alie’s familiar red dress stood out strongly against the dull tones of the unfamiliar room. The group stood in tense anticipation as you snapped your head around, trying to recognize the room. You knew it wasn't part of the ark, it was too dirty and earth-like. The fur rug made you think Trikru but where you had no idea. When your mind drew a blank Alie grew frustrated. Or at least, her version of frustrated.

“We need to know where you are.”

Your thrashing resumed this time tenfold.

“WHERE AM I. WHERE AM I.”

They struggled to hold you down as you fought past your physical capabilities to escape. They all had a grip on a limb making movement nearly impossible. Injuries, even if you couldn’t feel them, weakened you.

You turned to the closest person, who happened to be Raven, and sunk your teeth into the flesh of her wrists. It was shallow, she yanked her hand back before you could go deeper. Her pain barely registered in your mind, her tears didn’t tug at your heart like you knew they should have.

Instead, you seized the opportunity to reach over and punch Jasper square in the nose. His hold loosed but by then Raven had latched back on, the blood from her wrists trickled slowly down onto your exposed skin. With each failed attempt at escaping struggling grew harder.

Clarke and Bellamy had been quick to grab a spare rope, using it to bound your hands and feet to the posts of the strange bed. You screamed in frustration as Alie stared at you. She showed no emotion, just the same semi-pleasant stare she always held.

“LET ME GO.”

You knew the awful things Alie could do and you were no stranger to them. The scream was a mix of terror and anger. You tossed your body up and down hoping to break the posts, the bed, something to set you free.

“LET ME GO LET ME GO LET ME GO.” Your voice grew more strained with every word. If you could feel pain your throat would probably ache immensely.

The group stepped back after thoroughly double-checking the knots. The sheer look of horror was displayed across all of their faces and it vexed you deeply

Didn't they know you were doing this for them? For her?

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

Raven stood in the other room, watching you made her feel sick to her stomach. Not that listening to your screams from a different room made it any better. She could hear the creaking of the bed and pained screams throughout the entire house. So she stood, waiting anxiously with Clarke for their next move.

Her nails had been chewed to the beds and she knew that if- when you came to, you would scold her till her ears bleed.

Clarke said she knew where to get a wristband and Sinclair knew how to alter it to suit their needs. But Raven grew nervous with the time it was taking for either of them to follow through on these promises.

She glanced to where Clarke was talking to the grounder and felt her muscles tense when the girl gave Clarke an angry glare. Whatever Clarke was trying to achieve, she was doing a horrible job of it.

By now all of her nails had been chomped town to raw skin so she switched to pacing. Back and forth, back and forth trying to drown out your ever-fainting screams.

Raven let an audible sound of relief when Clarke set the wristband on the table. It had been a silent mutual agreement that Sinclair would be the one to work on the wristbands.

One part because He knew them best and the other because Raven couldn’t keep her fingers from trembling long enough to do the necessary machine work.

“So how do we do this?” Clarke seemed the calmest of them all. Losing Lexa had numbed her in a way.

“If we can turn it into an EMP we can use it to fry the bitch out of her head. The electromagnetic pulse would destroy the critics. You just need to reverse the polarity and...”

Raven droned on in her explanation, faintly aware of how quiet the neighboring room had grown.

“We don’t know what the chip embedded in her brain is like, it could cause a bad outcome”

“Worse than this?” Her question was met with a defeating silence. Not that she expected anyone would answer. She wasn’t feeling too strongly about the plan either but she couldn't watch you slowly break apart, her lover disappearing with every day until all that's left would be a hollow shell. She tried to reassure herself that it was what you would want.

The group continued to talk, working up a solution until they had a solid plan mapped out. Monty and Octavia had fled to the dropship to gather the necessary parts while everyone else had stayed behind.

She made her way back into the room to watch you.

Maybe for a moment, she could envision you back to normal, pretending that she was simply watching you blissfully relax.

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

Raven stood in the corner of the room. Her posture was rigid and he hands crossed over her chest relaying defensive positioning.

Not that you even cared. You surveyed your bound wrists with a bored expression. Her eyes fluttered between you and the floor constantly. The floor was basic dirt and about as interesting as well... dirt. Meaning that she was avoiding your eyes.

You rolled your wrists thoughtfully considering a slip-out process, you knew how Raven worked, how she thought, her weak spots. You could take her easily. You tugged at the right wrist restarting trying desperately to wrench your wrist free.

Alie watched you robotically her red dress unnatural in the atmosphere.

“With marginally more slack, you could reach those knots.”

The idea hadn’t occurred to you before. without pain inhabilitating you, you’d be able to dislocate your shoulder, properly creating more slack.

You twisted, you could feel the muscles in your arm pulling taut as you put out exasperated grunts. Raven’s eyes snapped to yours, her worry clouding her fear.

“Y/N, please...”

When you made no effort to stop she took note of your clenched jaw and furrowed brow.

“What- what are you doing?”

Her voice no longer had any effect on you. Your heart didn’t ache when you saw the pain in her eyes, you didn’t feel the need to comfort her when you could sense her anxiety. You were trying to help her, get her to take the chip so that you could be happy together so that her pain could end. But until she did, she was just a pest in your mission.

You kept tugging, you could feel your muscles grow stressed as you got closer to your goal. The grinding of your bones scrapped your ears as your arm popped out of its socket.

Raven stood frozen in shock. The fear on her face was evident but she was too startled to have a reasonable reaction.

“There is no pain here Ray, you could be free.”

Maybe it was the nickname rolling off your tongue, it’s lack of love or familiarity, or maybe she saw you trying to chew off the restraints, but she finally snapped out of it.

“STOP IT! GUYS.”

The blood has started to run back down your arm. Somehow in forgetting pain you also forgot about death. Raven didn’t know what to do, how to stop you, and stop the bleeding all at once.

Her heart was pounding out of her chest as images of your still body lying in a pool of blood clouded her thoughts.

“Oh god.”

She reached for your head, her calloused fingers against your cheeks as she tried to turn your head away from her wrists. You snapped at her, your teeth clenching around the air, but it was enough to get her to let go. The memory of your teeth in her skin and the stinging of her wrist were a painful reminder of how far you would go.

Clarke came in as you resumed chewing on the restraints. So close...

Before you could get them Bellamy and Raven had yanked you away. Enforcing your body in its position with more rope.

Clarke shouted at you to stop but you drowned her out, straining your neck in a futile attempt to reach the restraints.

“Alie.”

Your head snapped to Jasper’s as the familiar probing sensation in your brain occurred. Everything went dark,  when you came back to it, Alie was staring at you. The slightest traces of distaste etched across her red lips.

“Let them help you”

You froze, staring straight ahead. For a moment everyone else did too. Probably expecting you to lash out again and bite one of them. When you didn’t Raven quickly took to untying your wrists.

You watched her with faint interest. You couldn’t remember why you wanted to save her but you knew you did, somewhere deep down. Your eyes traveled down her arms. Her fingers were latched tightly around your arm. The teeth marks were barely visible, caked under her dried blood. Or maybe that was yours. You felt something in you ache, you can’t feel pain but this feeling... felt painful?

You pondered upon its appearance as Clarke used her foot to relocate your shoulder.

You didn’t even flinch.

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

Raven had volunteered to stay with you. God knows why, you had hurt her enough. You rolled her eyes when she did, not that anyone noticed.

She sat at the end of the bed. you didn’t really mind, not that you could even do anything if you did.

You looked her up and down.

“Do you still cry?” It wasn’t really a question, you knew the answer. You just wanted to hear her say it.

Her eyes shot up to yours. Her hands tensed in her lap and you momentarily took note of her bloody nails.

“What”

“You used to cry over my leg. Why did you stop?”

She opened her mouth but then shut it not knowing how to answer, or who was even talking to her.

“If I’m being honest I think it was quite selfish of you. I’m the one with the fucked up leg and yet, I was the one comforting you about it.”

Her expression hardened but the tears in her eyes stayed. your stomach ached again but you ignored it.

“Get out of her head Alie”

You smiled at her, a nice teethy one, completely catching her off guard.

“It’s not Alie. It’s me Raven, your- your.” but your mind drew a blank. How did you know Raven? You couldn’t remember and it made you mad.

“You're the reason I’m in here. the reason I took the chip. Because you let me get shot.”

“Shut up.”

“You couldn’t help me and when I needed you most you disappeared.” you sneered at her as tears ran down her face.

“I’m sorry... I-”

Clarke’s hand was on her shoulder, leading her out of the room before you could get another jab in, but that didn’t stop you from trying.

“I HATE YOU RAVEN. I HATE YOU.”

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

You watched as Sinclaire put together a type of bracelet device.

“Their design is good, I won’t be able to get here before they disconnect you.”

You felt your heart rate spike knowing what was to come and that you had no way of stopping it. You struggled to try to pull your hands free before they could latch the device on. Your attempts were pathetic.

“You know too much. I can’t let them have you.”

The red dress disappeared and your head felt like it was on fire.

Die. Die. Die. Die. Die.

You had to get rid of the burning, it engulfed your head, shooting from the base of your neck, its flame growing stronger every second. You slammed your head against the headboard. Once. Twice. Every time you did the burning seemed to stop for a second, so you speed up. Screaming as your brain felt like it was being incinerated. You didn’t even notice when the bracelet was strapped on. Your eyes moved to Raven's tear-stained face and her mouth open in an apparent scream.

You almost stopped. A second of hesitation before the banging resumed.

You didn’t notice when blood started to run down your neck or when Octavia grabbed your head in an attempt to hold it still. You tried to scream at them to stop, that they needed to let you stop the burning but you couldn’t seem to form words.

You screamed as tears ran down your eyes.

“Please please please Raven. I don’t wanna die. Please don’t let them kill me!” You hiccuped. Your neck continued to jolt as you tried to smash it against the headboard. She looked heartbroken as her hands fell to your cheeks. You closed your eyes as sobs racked your body. The faint feeling of her lips against your forehead felt like a drop of water in the desert.

“I’m sorry love” You felt all the blood in your body vibrate as the current soared through you.

*   *   *   *   *   *   *   *

When you woke up everything hurt. The pain shocked you at first. You’d grow accustomed to its absence. You went to move your hands to your head, the sticky blood coated your fingers as they rested upon a thin cut at the base of your neck.

“Ow.”

Everyone let out an audible sigh of relief. Her familiar hands were on the sides of your head, pulling your face into her chest. You allowed her scent and the smooth folds of her shit to engulf your senses as you tried to ignore the bustling headache that was sneaking up on you.

As if suddenly remembering you grasped her forearms pulling them away from your head, You stared at the deep, red indentations on her wrists.

You felt your breath catch in your throat as you let out a soft gasp.

You had done that to her.

She sensed your emotions, she always did. And she always knew exactly what to do about it. Her hands moved back to your hair, stroking it gently while avoiding the cuts and bruises you’d received.

You stared up at her for a while until the pain grew too much and you closed your eyes, allowing your head to fall back forward against her stomach.

“You’re okay. I’ve got you. You’re okay.”

[ginnympotter]

call it even

Chapter 2: for old times’ sake

A/N: uhhh so spoiler or whatever but this has a small amount of pretty mild smut? which i've never attempted i can't believe i'm pressing post on this thing please don't judge me lol you can also read this chapter on AO3

I’m parked between the Methodist and school.

She read the text, looked at herself in the mirror one more time, and braced herself. She took her coat off the hook and as she was zipping it up she heard her mother coming down the stairs. “Ginny, hun, are you going out?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you later,” she said, grabbing the doorknob, trying to get out as quick as she could.

But before she could walk out Molly asked, “You know Harry could have come in, right?”

She looked at her mother’s smug smile and groaned. “Goodnight, Mom,” and swung the door shut behind her.

She walked quickly two blocks down, turned right and crossed the street. It was easy to spot Harry’s old truck, not just because there were only 3 other cars parked on that road, but also because it stuck out like a sore thumb, and also was a staple in so many of their memories. She knocked on the passenger side’s window and opened the car door, hopping into the seat. She looked over at Harry to say hi, and saw him smiling. “Hey, thanks for picking me up.”

“Of course,” Harry said as she shut the door. “But why did you make me park two blocks over?”

“Because I didn’t want it to be awkward, with me staying at my parents’ house, but it didn’t even matter because my mom just knew I was going to hang out with you.”

“Molly knows all.”

“Too much.” She looked over at their old high school building, and then at the field they were parked in front of, nostalgia filling her up. “Nice parking spot.”

“It’s weird working at the school we went to. Where those bleachers are,” Harry responded. She felt a tightness in her throat, feeling both excited and uneasy that he was already bringing these types of things up. “Remember how pissed Molly was when we skipped the prom?”

“Thank God she never found us under those,” Ginny heard herself respond. She and Harry looked at one another, twin smirks on their faces. The school bleachers might not be exactly the ideal, romantic place to lose your virginity, but for them it made total sense. She collected herself before her thoughts would get her carried away. “So, um, where to? Everywhere’s closed.”

“Did you eat already?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, okay, um...maybe we could just drive around for a bit? And then head back to my place for a glass of wine?”

Memories from last year flashed in her mind. She nodded and buckled herself in silently. He started the car, the engine gave a loud and disquieting noise, and then they took off. “I cannot believe this truck is still running.”

Harry lightly tapped the dashboard. “She never lets me down.”

Ginny rolled her eyes and sniggered. She looked out the window as they drove down the roads. “Believe it or not I kind of missed this place. Has it changed at all?”

“The same as it ever was,” Harry responded. “But I know you don’t like it that way.”

His eyes were on the road but she could feel what he meant without seeing his face. “I do, sometimes,” she clarified, hoping he would hear her for what she meant. “Is Dumbledore still principal?”

“Yeah, he is,” Harry told her. “And McGonagall still teaches math.”

“You were always their favorite.”

“Dumbledore’s, maybe,” he shrugged. “But McGonagall? She still goes on about my dad. They have tea together like, once a month.”

“But McGonagall let you get away with basically everything. She was just sly about it.”

“Much to Snape’s chagrin.”

“Oh God, don’t tell me he still works there?”

“Unfortunately.” Ginny blanched, and Harry laughed in appreciation. “He was so pissed when Dumbledore hired me. I just avoid him at all costs.”

“I can’t believe you willingly accepted a job where you have to see Snape every day.”

“I know. It’s worth it, though. I really love teaching,” he said. They halted at a stop sign and he used the opportunity to look at her as he said, “You helped me realize that.”

“I was a great tutee, if I do say so myself,” she smiled. “How about the coaching bit? Did the kids ever recover from their loss?”

Harry drove them around all the backroads as he talked about coaching and working at the school. Much of the anxiety she was holding inside her had slowly melted away as they eased back into their regular rapport. Her heart felt like it doubled in size as he talked about his favorite students (though at first proclaiming, “I don’t play favorites, but…”). He asked her more about life in LA and her first year being a starter.

When they arrived at Harry’s apartment, Ginny hung up her coat and watched as Harry’s eyes not so subtly raked over her body before he turned to his cabinet and took out two wine glasses. She sat in the same spot she did the last time she was on his sofa as Harry listed off various wine options. Harry updated her on all the most recent Tupelo gossip as they drank and reminisced on the different characters they grew up with. Every time he smiled she felt a piece of her heart break, she missed seeing it so much.

Harry must’ve sensed it- or perhaps he heard the crack inside her chest- as one of those times his smile dropped to a frown as he looked at her with concern. “You alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Ginny tried, taking the last sip of her wine and placing the glass down on the coffee table. She then noticed the People Magazine cover where she was in a little square on the top right for her interview with them last month.

She picked it up and held it in front of Harry, who suddenly turned red. “Er, I, um-” he stammered, and she laughed.

“Fred and George were just making fun of me for this yesterday at their party.”

“What’s to make fun of?” Harry asked, attempting to recover. “I think you did great.”

“Just a bit corny of a profile, I guess,” she responded. “Can I ask why you have it?”

Harry sighed, giving Ginny a very pointed look.

“What?”

“I have it because I was proud of you,” he replied carefully, taking another sip of his wine. “Is that a bad thing?”

And before she could register exactly what she was saying, the words “You could’ve texted me” flew out of her mouth.

Harry raised his eyebrows. “About the People profile?”

“Sure,” she said. Her brain telling her shut up, shut up, SHUT UP, but her mouth continued. “Or any other time before that. Or after I left this apartment after my brother’s wedding.”

Just as quickly as Harry’s face reddened before, it had now drained of all color. “I, er… I don’t-” he stopped himself, clearing his throat. “You could’ve texted me too, you know.”

“Well, why didn’t you?”

“Ginny,” he said softly, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t want to do this right now. Can’t we just...enjoy our time together while you’re here? Before you leave in a few days? I don’t want to fight.”

“Why didn’t you?” she repeated, more quietly this time.

“You know why,” he said defiantly, in an equally low voice.

“I don’t, actually.”

He groaned, putting his glass down next to hers before looking at her intensely. He looked tired, sad. “Because the only thing I wanted to text you was to ask you to stay. And I couldn’t ask that; it wouldn’t be right.”

She had an inkling that this would be his answer, but it still felt nice to hear him confirm it. “No, I suppose not.”

“And I wanted to text you so many times after, but… I was too afraid of what I’d say. And then too much time passed, and- I don’t know, I’m sorry, Gin.”

“Are you seeing anyone right now?”

Harry blinked, taken aback by the abrupt question. “No,” he said.

“Neither am I,” she told him, and then moved closer to him, so close that their legs touched. “You’re right, you couldn’t ask me to stay. But… how about I stay the night, and we could call it even?”

It took Harry a moment to register her proposal. When he did, he swallowed, his adam’s apple protruding against his throat. “Are...are you sure?”

She decided then to let go of her inhibitions, to act on impulse and burning desire, and placed herself on his lap facing him, her knees tightly against his hips, her hands meeting on the back of his neck, lightly scratching the bottom of his scalp. “I’m sure.”

Harry took a deep breath. “Right, then,” he mumbled, and then his lips were crashing against hers, and his arms moved her impossibly closer to him. She opened her mouth and his tongue swept atop hers; Harry moaned as he did it, as Ginny moved her fingers through his hair and pressed her chest against his. They kissed passionately, slow and hot, then fast and urgent, then slowly again. They fell back into their rhythm seamlessly.

When Ginny pulled away to kiss his neck, Harry’s voice was raspy. “Fuck,” he exhaled. She moved her tongue lightly along his collar bone, up the side of his neck, and to his ear as she ground herself more firmly on his growing erection. He groaned, moving his hands to Ginny’s ass and cupping it. “Fuck,” he repeated. “I missed this. I missed you.”

She was too stimulated to think too much about his words for too long, but nevertheless, they still caused her heart to lurch. And hearing Harry express himself- even just the slightest showing of vulnerability from him- always turned her on even more. She blew hot air on his ear, nibbled on the lobe, and then pulled away to take off his sweater. He smiled in a daze as she got the sweater off of him and discarded it. He didn’t waste another second before throwing off his T-shirt (his glasses momentarily getting caught in the process) and then doing the same to her, so he could have the next several seconds to unhook her lacy blue bra and let it drop to the floor. He leaned back and admired the view of her chest, then glanced up at Ginny before touching her. She gave a quick nod and he let himself feel her breasts in his hands again for the first time in almost a year, massaging them gently, then with more power. Ginny felt herself grow hotter just watching how Harry responded to her. He leaned in and took her right breast in his mouth, using his fingers to play with her left nipple in the way that always drove her mad. She allowed herself to enjoy it fully, moaning as she pleased, arching into him, pulling at his hair as he switched from one to the other.

Before long it was too much, and she grabbed his face and disconnected his mouth from her chest so she could kiss him again. She felt her lips tingle with the touch of his tongue, her skin burn as his hands moved to her back, running down slowly to her waistband, reaching under her pants to touch her bare ass, squeezing and spreading her cheeks gently. God, she loved when he did that. After she kissed him thoroughly enough, and her pants felt too wet to wear anymore, she moved to undo Harry’s belt buckle, which in turn encouraged him to unzip her jeans. She removed herself from him so they could remove what was left of their clothes. Seeing how hard he was for her, full and bare, made her weak in the knees yet simultaneously at her most powerful. She pushed Harry back down on the couch, let her knees give in to the floor, and cupped his balls. “Ginny-” Harry grunted, but before anything else could come out of his mouth she took him in her own, licking up his length, sucking gently as she bobbed her head up and down.

It was only around thirty seconds later that Harry stopped her, pulling her head off of him. “Wait, wait, stop-”

Immediately, she felt embarrassed. “Was that...ok?”

“Oh, God, Ginny, of course, it was more than ok, it was fucking amazing but...but I want to help you out first. Please.”

“Harry, it’s fine-”

“No, please,” he said earnestly. “I want to. I really want to.”

She let go of him and nodded wordlessly. He helped her up, laid her down on the couch, and kissed her gently. He then whispered, “Let me make you happy.”

“You always make me happy,” she whispered back. His features changed from eager to wistful. He kissed her again, much more firmly this time, and then worked his mouth from her neck along her body, over each breast, her stomach, the inside of her thighs, before he reached his final destination. Ginny closed her eyes and let out a heavy sigh as he pressed his tongue up and down against her clit.

She didn’t have to think or speak or do anything; Harry knew exactly the way she liked it, no matter how much time in between their sexual activities passed, he never lost track of exactly what made her scream, what made her shake in ecstasy, as she did only a few minutes after he began. As she came down from her high, Harry kissed his way back up her body, until reaching her cheek, which he kissed delicately. “You feel good?” he asked hoarsely.

“Mm,” was all she could respond in the moment, panting from pleasure still.

He chuckled sweetly, kissing her cheek again, then her forehead, then her lips. Once her breathing had steadied somewhat, she heard him speak again. “What else do you want?”

“To fuck you,” she breathed out.

Harry moaned at her words as he pushed his tongue back into her mouth, the vibrations sending tingles down to her toes. “Do you want to move to the bedroom?”

“We can go to your bed for round two,” she told him, smiling widely. “But round one is happening right here, right now on this couch.”

“If you insist,” he said hoarsely, moving over her, wasting not another second. They had already lost enough time.

***

Behind her eyelids, Ginny could feel the light pouring into Harry’s bedroom. She felt a twinge of joy as she moved her arms to find Harry’s torso, but all she could find were the sheets. She opened her eyes and saw that his side of the bed was empty. Her stomach fell as she scanned the room for him. She sat up and heard a bit of clanging around in the kitchen. The bedroom door was half-open. She rose from the bed, opened the drawer where Harry kept his t-shirts, and threw his go-to blue tee over her head. She stepped out of his room and walked down the hall to find Harry, wearing only a pair of boxers and his glasses, his hair as messy as ever, pouring an omelet onto a plate with expert ease.

“Morning,” she said quietly.

He turned to look at her and grinned, looking her over. “Morning. Nice shirt.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to leave you alone in there. I just wanted to make you breakfast.”

“That’s sweet, Harry.” She went to sit at the island and he waved his hands. “No, no, not here!”

“Excuse me?”

“Breakfast in bed ,” he clarified. “I’ll bring it in, you go relax, I just am finishing up on the home fries and then I’ll bring it right in.”

“You sure?”

He waved his spatula in the direction of his room. “Go on, now!”

She shook her head and rolled her eyes at him fondly before turning around and heading back down the hall. “Fine, but I’m using your bathroom first.”

“Do what you must.”

After using the toilet and brushing her teeth, she settled back into Harry’s bed and scrolled through her phone. Only a few minutes later, Harry entered with their plates, handing one to her and planting a tender kiss on her forehead. Her insides melted at the gesture. She softly thanked him, scooted over and dug in. Harry sat on his side but at the foot of the bed, his legs folded and his plate on his lap, that way he could face her. They ate in silence, exchanging occasional grins. She felt slightly distracted by his shirtless form and the way their feet touched. When she finished she handed Harry her plate. “That was delicious, thank you. Compliments to the chef.”

“My pleasure,” he told her. “I like cooking for people.”

“Perhaps if this teaching thing doesn’t work you can go to culinary school.”

“I know you’re joking, but I’d honestly consider it,” he said as he stacked their empty plates and leaned over to put them on his bedside table. He then sat beside her and grabbed her hand, interlacing their fingers. “What would you like to do today? That is, if you don’t have any other pressing plans…”

“I do have a hot date or two lined up, but I could always reschedule them for next year,” she joked.

“How kind of you,” he replied, picking up her hand and kissing it. Ginny was finding it hard to control herself with all the seemingly small, natural affection he was showing. “But really, anything in mind?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know, I thought maybe we’d sleep in half the day- just for old times’ sake?”

Harry chuckled, glancing at the clock. “It’s already 10am. You want to go back to sleep?”

“Well, maybe not right away,” she said, lacking subtlety. “Thought we could do something to tire us out first.”

“Hmm,” Harry pretended to think. “What could that be?”

She grabbed him by the neck and kissed him, and he sighed, using his free hand to cup her face. After kissing each other sweetly for a minute or two, Harry let go of her hand to grab her and pull her onto his lap. He quickly realized that other than his shirt she wasn’t wearing anything else at all, moaning as he grabbed her ass. He deepened the kiss and Ginny became wrapped up in its intensity, returning it right to him, her hands wrapped up in his hair. Although her body was in the driver’s seat, her mind and heart were racing, thinking about how much this man meant to her, how much she felt like herself when she was with him, how much he made her feel like she could do anything. She cherished every second she could steal with him, before all she’d have is memories to replay until the next time, cementing the feel and the taste of him into her brain. She didn’t want it to ever end.

But not before long, Harry seemed to slow down, and then he pulled away altogether. When Ginny leaned back in to continue the kiss, he barely reciprocated.

“Harry?” she asked, breathing heavily. “Are you okay?”

He cleared his throat and nodded. “Yeah, I…” He looked at her and she could see the storm of emotions in his emerald eyes. He leaned his head against hers and exhaled. “I’m fine. But...can we pause this for a moment? Can we talk?”

A wave of dread washed over her as she nodded her head and removed herself from his lap. Sensing her tension, Harry grabbed her hand again, rubbing his thumb across the back of it. “What is it?” she asked reluctantly.

He inhaled deeply, his forehead creased. “When you leave later today, I… I don’t want it to be like last time.”

“Well, that’s easy then,” Ginny told him, attempting a smile. “All you have to do is text me when I land back in L.A. this time.”

“And what would that imply, exactly?” Harry questioned. “Me texting you, that is.”

“It-” but Ginny realized she didn’t really have an answer- or, at least, she couldn’t give the answer she really wanted. “It would mean that this wasn’t just some meaningless thing to you.”

Harry frowned, tilting his head to the side slightly. “Is that what you really thought? Or what you’ll think if you leave later?”

Ginny considered his question. “I suppose not.”

“Of course not,” he corrected her, speaking with conviction as he squeezed her hand. “Ginny… I still-”

“Stop,” she interrupted him. “Don’t say it.”

She wanted to hear him say it, of course she did, but she would never be able to leave if she let him continue. She felt her heart break a bit at Harry’s disappointed expression. “What do you want me to say then?” he asked, his voice quiet but his tone stabbing. “That I don’t care about you? That I don’t miss you? That I don’t think about you every time I try to date someone else? I’m sorry if that’s hard for you to hear, but I have to tell you, I can’t even fathom you thinking for even one second that anything between us could ever be meaningless to me. I’m sorry I didn’t text you. I don’t know how to do this.”

“No,” she said as she put a hand on his leg. She couldn’t take it anymore. He was right, hearing all of that was too hard for her.  Knowing the feelings are mutual “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean… The meaningless thing was an overreaction, alright? I know… we’ll always mean so much to each other.”

Harry sighed, closing his eyes, his thinking face on. Ginny knew that face too well, and she knew he was trying to work out in his mind how to phrase all his feelings. “I just don’t understand why we gave up two years ago. We did long distance from your senior year in high school through all of college and it was fine. I didn’t want to break up. But you were so insistent that this is what was best once you got a spot on the team and I didn’t want to feel like I had to persuade you to stay together and I just…”

Ginny’s heart dropped into her stomach. There was such an ache in his voice… it hurt her to hear. “I don’t know, Harry, I thought… I thought I was doing the right thing,” she settled on. How could she explain giving up on them to him? To herself? “College was one thing, but as working adults? It just felt like we’d never be in the same place, we’d never be able to actually spend time together… I didn’t want to hold you back. I didn’t realize you…that you would’ve… I thought we were on the same page, I’m sorry.”

“No, I should’ve fought harder for us,” he told her, eyes blazing. “It’s not too late, is it?”

Ginny exhaled as Harry squeezed her hand again. “Harry, I can’t stay here-“

“I’m not asking you to.”

“Well, I can’t ask you to wait for me. I don’t know what’s going to come with my career.”

“I don’t care how far apart we are,” he asserted. “I don’t want to be with anyone else- I’ve tried, and I’m sure you have too, but we always end up back here, don’t we?  I want to be with you. We can figure the rest out as we go. It’s us, you know?”

He smirked at the end of his sentence, and all the feelings she’d been holding in for two years seemed to boil over at once. God, she missed that smile. The same smile as the one she dreamed about every day when she was only 11 and he spent every summer day over at their house with Ron. The same smile that he gave her after their first kiss, and after they skipped the prom and hid out under the bleachers, and when he came home to visit from college for the first time, and when he visited her in her dorm, and when he saw her standing in her bridesmaid dress at Ron and Hermione’s wedding, and then when he took it off of her later that night, and when they bumped into each other at the airport a few months ago, and just last night as she curled up against him in his bed and kissed him goodnight.

Tears warned to spill over, and she cursed herself for blinking one free. Harry put a hand on her face and wiped it for her with his thumb. He looked deeply into her eyes, which only caused more tears to fall. He wiped another for her, and then he kissed one away, and then he kissed her lips so gently she could barely register it.

“What are you thinking?” he asked, a hint of desperation in his voice for some type of answer.

She looked away from him, staring down at their knees. “I still don’t know, Harry. I’m confused. Everything you’re saying… I want that, I do, but it just doesn’t… seem practical. And… I mean, if we did get back together, what about everything after that? Do you want to stay in Tupelo forever?”

“Not necessarily,” he responded flatly. “I love my job now but I don’t know if I’ll still want to be here in a few years… But do we need to be making those types of decisions now?”

“Well if we don’t, then what? We get back together and three years down the line we break up because we realize we’re still not on the same page? I don’t want to waste either of our time.”

Harry let out a defeated sigh, causing Ginny to look up again. The fire in his eyes was being stomped out by disappointment. “Gin, listen… all I know is that ever since I was sixteen all I’ve wanted is to be with you, whatever it took to make that happen. That hasn’t changed, not one bit, even nine years later. I know we can make it work. If it’s not what you want… I don’t want you to be with me if you aren’t fully in it. But I want to be in your life. I don’t know what that looks like for you right now, but however it does, I’ll be there. Even if that’s only as your brother’s best friend.” He offered a sad smile as he finished.

But you’re so much more than that , she wanted to say, but felt like that’d just be proving his point, and she still felt too confused and overwhelmed. Selfishly, she leaned in and kissed him, long enough to memorize the feeling for later but quickly enough to prevent any further persuasion from the magic of his mouth. She braced herself for her own heart’s self-destruction as she opened her eyes and said, “I think I should go home, now.”

Harry’s sadness lingered for a moment, before he channeled his expertise of shutting down, his features flickering to blankness. “If...if that’s what you want. Let me drive you home, at least?”

She wanted to say no, that she’d just order an Uber, but her mouth betrayed her. “Ok.”

He let go of her hand and stood up. “I’ll, er, just throw on some clothes real quick, then run and grab yours and leave you to get dressed.”

She nodded and watched him throw on a pair of jeans, an undershirt, a jumper, and socks rather haphazardly. She listened as his feet creaked across the hallway floors, and waited with bated breath as he made his way back moments later, handing her a pile of her clothes. She muttered a “thank you” and averted his eyes as she took them.

“Take your time,” he told her gently, and made his way back out.

The moment the door clicked closed, she clenched her eyes shut and pushed out all the tears she could, so none would escape for him to see when she would have to face him again. She wiped her face and felt the warmth leave her as she got up from his bed, her haven. She threw off his shirt and put on her clothes from the night before, but folded up his t-shirt and stuffed it in her purse. It was an unspoken agreement between them that she could take as many of his t-shirts as she liked; he bought extras just for her.

She looked in the mirror, quickly threw her hair back in a low ponytail, and inhaled deeply, as if the air entering her lungs would give her courage to move forward as she opened up his bedroom door and walked towards the entrance.

Harry had his sneakers on, her shoes lined up and her coat ready for her in his hands. She slipped on her shoes and against her better judgment she allowed him to slip her jacket on for her, arm by arm. She hated the electricity that crackled through their every touch. She did not want to leave, she hated herself for leaving, even.

As if he sensed her self-deprecation, he took hold of her hand after it slipped through the sleeve. “Gin, it’ll be okay.”

She didn’t believe him, of course, it was just his typical optimism in order to protect everyone he loved, Except it made Harry look out for everyone else’s comfort at his own expense.

He grabbed his keys and led them out of his flat. They got into his car quietly. Without taking the backroads, the ride was relatively short, only taking 3 songs on the classic rock station of his ancient car radio to make it back to her home, the Burrow.

He parked right outside, which was a mistake, as her mother was out in the front with their family dog, Pig. She was wise enough to just offer a wave and a smile and resume walking with him.

Harry turned to her and asked in a low rasp, “Can I see you again? Before you fly back? Will you still be at your family’s for New Year's?”

“Yeah, I will,” she told him. “I’ll...I’ll see you there.”

Harry nodded. He clicked the unlock button for the doors. “Just...just think about what I said, alright?”

Ginny swallowed, nodding back. “I will.”

He kissed her cheek, his lips burning against her cold skin, and as he pulled away he leaned over to open her door for her. She attempted a smile in thanks, hopped out of his truck, and closed the door gently behind her.

She didn’t look back as she walked through her lawn, as she heard him call out to her mother, “See you soon, Mrs. Weasley!,” as Pig barked merrily at him and Harry laughed out, “I’ll see you soon, too, Pig!” before driving away.

She was grateful that her mother didn’t pursue her as her legs worked their hardest to get her to the door, through the entrance, and up the flight of stairs to her room, into her own bed, waiting for a sense of safety or relief that never came.

[plan3tlvrs]

Promise

erenxblackfem!reader

<3 erenxblackfem!reader (anyone is welcome to read)

<3 contains: slight mentions of racism, slight nsfw, major fluff, some angst?, mild language

<3 setting: 1950’s

<3 summary: you and eren’s relationship is forbidden due to the time period you live in. and it was easy to keep hidden until one quite night in your home.

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The school bell rang as you gathered your books holding them to your chest tightly. You placed the extra books that you didn’t need for homework tonight in your locker before meeting up with your friend Darcy. 

“Did you hear about that black boy that got murdered a few weeks ago?” Darcy said holding up a newspaper as you both walked down the hall. 

“Yeah my momma had the news on all night listening about what happened” You sighed as another young black male was tragically killed at the hands of a white man. 

This wasn’t anything new to you living in the south in the middle of the 50’s was one of the worst places you could live at as a colored girl or any color at that. As long as you weren't white nobody cared about your well-being nor your feelings or how you were treated. 

You grew up regularly being called slurs and many other derogatory names a woman of color could hear. 

“You got any plans?” Darcy said as you walked down the dirt road to your small homes. 

“I think Eren is coming by later to take me somewhere” You smiled at the thought of him.

Darcy laughed a little as you looked at her concerningly “By coming by later you mean sneaking you out of your bedroom window just to sit in his car” 

“Darcy stop you know we can’t do much” You rolled your eyes at her. 

It was true you and Eren couldn’t do much why? It was simply because you were black and he was white. Jim Crow laws prevented you from showing your relationship out to the public. This meant no drive in dates, dances at the teen club, or burgers and fries at the diner together. 

You didn’t mean to fall for someone the opposite skin color the way you met just happened out of no where really. You remember walking down the busy street to get milk for your mom as she was making cornbread with the rest of your dinner tonight. Walking down the street getting weird stares as if you were the outcast. 

You just walked with your head down and stared at the ground as your feet moved against the chalky pavement. Clutching your purse in hand you pulled open the door to the small market. Upon opening the door a body hit yours as fast as the wind did knocking you to the ground. 

Eyes widening you quickly tried to pick yourself up as a pale hand reached out in front of you. Taken back by the kind gesture you pulled your hand away from theirs quickly continuing to look down. 

“It’s alright I won’t hurt you I promise” The voice was soft and kind. 

Looking up your gaze met a boy with brown hair and forest green eyes. His hair was pulled back into a bun which was something that made him so interesting to you. The green haired boy extended his hand out, encouraging you to reach for it. Taking a leap of faith you put your hand in his immediately feeling the softness of yours and his. 

“Thank you so much kind sir I best be on my way now” You spoke, wiping off your knees and then your skirt. 

The boy didn’t say anything back, he just stared into your eyes as if they were the most beautiful things he had ever seen. 

“Wait let me help you with groceries, it's the least I can do” The boy shrugged his shoulder a bit. 

The rest was history after that, you learned the boy's name that same day he went by Eren and you simply adored him. At first you had to keep your friendship on the low for obvious reasons. You didn’t feel yourself start to have feelings for him until the day he mindlessly knocked on your door while your parents weren't home, thankfully you were an only child. 

Snapping yourself back into reality you realized you had made it to your house waving by Darcy you stepped in quietly. Your momma didn’t usually get home from work until the early mornings leaving a few minutes before you came home from school. And your dad was on his usual business trip he had said he went to New York in a letter he sent a few days ago. 

Night had hit unexpectedly as you were deep in your studies with books sprawled around you in your upstairs bedroom. Picking up your books and placing them on your desk so you could have them ready to pick up in the morning as you rushed out the door. You sat down on your bed with a sigh looking at the clock it was around eight thirty and you decided to get ready for bed until you heard a knock on your window.

Going to the balcony you opened the doors stepping out to be met with the silence of the night. Your breath hitching as you felt two strong arms wrap around your waist from behind. 

“Hi darling” The voice said softly in your ear. 

“Eren you can’t keep doing that” You relaxed your muscles placing your hands over Eren’s. 

Eren turned you around in a swift motion before placing his hands back on your hips. 

“I know I just like seeing you jump” Eren smiled a little. 

“You're an ass, you know that right?” 

“Just for you” He smirked, taking your hand and leading you back into your room. 

He sat on your bed pulling you next to him after you closed the balcony doors and the curtains so no one could see you with each other. Getting caught was your worst fear, of course things would be bad for the both of you but more so you getting caught was worse than Eren. You had only seen each other during the night as it was easier for him to sneak out and come over since your mom was at work and your dad across the country. 

“So I aced that math test you helped me study for” Eren said, turning to you and bringing out a paper with a huge A+ on the front. 

“I'm so proud of you baby you did so well” You cheered for him putting your hands on his cheeks. 

“R-really?” Eren said softly with red cheeks. 

Eren’s family didn’t give two shits about his school life; they just wanted to marry him off to another rich white woman and have kids with her just to keep the family business running. No matter how hard he tried to show his parents that he wanted to graduate high school and become an engineer they denied it. 

“Of course I am Ren” Smiling you caressed his cheeks pulling him in for a sweet kiss. 

Eren dropped the paper bringing his hands to your waist as your arms settled on his shoulders connecting at the nape of his neck. 

“You're so beautiful” Eren groaned, leaning down to attack your neck in kisses. 

“Eren” You whined as he continued to trail them down your neck. 

“Yeah baby” He continued to kiss your neck as one of his hands came up to squeeze the flesh of your chest. 

“I want you” You breathed out as he pulled back from the crook of your neck with wide eyes. 

“Are you sure?” 

You nodded your head and pulled him in for another kiss, this one rougher than the other. 

An hour later you were in your bed covered in a sheet of sweat and the covers of your bed as your chest rose and fell. Eren next to you in the same position as you snuggled into his side stroking his chest with the tips of your fingers. 

Never in a million  years would you imagine lying naked in a bed next to someone of the race that was supposed to hate you. You felt so lucky to have Eren at your side just hoping that one day you could reveal your relationship to the world without being in so much fear. 

Your eyes fell heavy as you felt Eren’s lips pressed to your forehead and felt sleep take you over.

“What in gods name is going on here!” 

Your body jolted up along with Erens as you held the covers to your chest only to be met with the eyes of your angry mother. 

“Mom I-” You tried to explain but she was already beginning to yell again. 

“What the hell is a white man doing in your bed matter a fact what the hell is he doing in my goddamn house?!” 

You looked to the side to see Eren with the same wide eyes as yours as he looked at your mother who had obviously gotten off work earlier than you expected. 

“Um I'm-” Eren forced himself to say he would be lying if he wasn’t scared out of his mind right now. 

“I don’t care who you are get the hell out before I call the police” Your mom tried to calm her nerves as she gritted her teeth. 

Eren hurriedly pulled on his clothes even putting on his socks backwards in the process. Even though he was scared shitless he still managed to give you a peck on the lips before going to your balcony and disappearing into the night. 

Moments after your mother didn't say anything to you she just shook her head and slammed your door shut after leaving. When she left you felt tears stream down your face like hot springs thinking this would be the last time you'd see Eren you sunk back into your bed. 

Your eyes almost closed until you heard your balcony window being opened again as Eren stepped through your eyes widened. Sitting up Eren looked around the room for your mother and seeing that she wasn’t there he came and sat on the edge of your bed. 

“I thought you left for good?” You smiled through tears caressing his cheek just like earlier. 

“I would never leave you darling” Eren kissed your lips but this time he kissed them with passion and with love like no one was watching. 

“You promise?” You spoke through tears. 

“I promise” 

[falsegoodnight]

a new header??? it matches better <3 these are the fics I read or reread and enjoyed this month! like last time, i’m separating it into different sections: main list, wips, and non-1d. rereads will be included in the main list and marked with a star (*). 

*note: this list encompasses the fics i’ve read from the 1st to the 28th only

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main list ~

✰ Don’t Wait Up by reliablyimperfect | NR | 1k

Without Harry’s warmth next to him, he felt the chill of the air creep over his skin. He tugged the blanket down from where Harry kept one draped over the back of the couch for him, grateful. With the blanket, he instantly felt warmer, but it backfired when his eyes began to droop again. Trying to keep his eyes open was impossible, and he was consciously aware of how long his blinks were becoming. They stay closed longer and longer until, eventually, they didn’t open again.

so soft and sweet and lovely! made my heart feel so warm <3 will return to this for some quick comfort in the future!

✰ my ugly mouth kept running by @hadestyles | E | 4k

Sometimes second chances are more important than the first.

rori’s lush writing + abo + exes to lovers = absolute perfection. my fic cameo gives it a bonus too :’) definitely one of my rori favs 

✰ i’ve loved you three summers now honey, i want them all by @softloubabie | M | 4k

The restaurant was small and bright, soft colors filled the walls and tables and fairy lights hung from everywhere. From what Harry had read, the food wasn’t overly expensive but it was still comparable to what you would get at one of the more expensive places. If Harry could he would take Louis to the biggest most expensive and extravagant restaurants to do what he planned to tonight, but this would do.

After being led to their table Harry nervously tapped his jacket pocket, sighing in relief when he felt the small box still there. Tonight was the night. He couldn’t wait till it was time to surprise Louis with all the gifts he got for him. Then finally the big surprise.

so cute and sweet! their kids were so adorable and the proposal so lovely!! they love each other so much <3

✰ love me in between the future and the past by navigator & quitter | E | 11k

Harry's scared of history repeating itself.

this honestly hurt to read but in such a raw and emotional way?? was mad at harry and then sad for him :( this writer duo’s fics never fail to amaze me!

✰ sunshine on my mind by @raspberryoatss | E | 13k

Louis visits Harry in Portland

this was so sweet and lovely! the perfect addition to this wonderful universe! pip’s characterizations and fluff never fails to make my heart feel warm <3

✰ rapture in the dark by @stylinsonsupporter | T | 13k

Harry Styles is a breakout musician who has shed his boyband label in favor of embracing his inner brooding rockstar. His PR team think that his rebrand is the perfect time for Harry to come out of the closet and have devised the perfect plan for doing so. Enter Louis Tomlinson, up and coming (and very openly homosexual) model whose public image as America's Sweetheart is the perfect foil for Harry's new edge. From a PR standpoint, it's a dream come true - a power couple that can slowly coax the public into accepting Harry's altered image. The only problem? They hate each other.

always love a good fake dating au and this is no exception! and model louis >> really enjoyed this!

✰ Maybe, Baby* by thoughtsickles | M | 16k | mpreg

It all feels too easy, too good to be true. It all feels like a scene from Louis' daydreams, the kind of life he'd always imagined he'd have when he was younger and bored at his momma's work, sneaking around the hallways of the maternity ward until the nurses let him in to hold the babies. He'd felt so important being allowed to touch them. He'd told them stories of the lives they were going to have, houses with nice wallpaper that wasn't peeling, yards filled with sunshine and flowers and grass that never went yellow. A hammock to nap in, cuddled up with his husband.

You can't stay here, he tells himself, but Baby doesn't want to listen.

have reread this one quite a bit of times now and it still makes me so happy <3 this Louis and Harry deserve the world <333

✰ Let Me Inside by reliablyimperfect | E | 18k

Louis is Harry’s boss, but Harry is the boss of Louis. 

loved this one! really enjoyed the balance between h&l and how they maintained their dynamic in subtle ways outside of the bedroom while also keeping it separate. very much enjoyed the jealousy as well <3

✰ a scintilla of predilection by @dehydratedpoolfics | T | 20k

There, in the far back of the room, next to the only available seat left, is none other than Harry Styles. Harry, who grew up next door to him, who knew all his secrets as a child and played FIFA with him on Saturday mornings after he would spend the night Friday evenings every week, whose curly hair would tickle his nose as they held each other during bitter cold nights that made his room glow a haunting blue.

love ex-childhood friends with misunderstandings!! louis was so cute and i loved his poetry <3 harry too was so stupid but so smitten and lovely :’) really enjoyed this!

✰ Keeping The Flame Alive by @crazyupsetter​ | E | 20k

Recording with One Direction never felt like this. There’s a couple reasons for that, Harry thinks. One is that they did most of their recording on the road, rushed and in busses and hotel rooms, never in one place long enough to really get an argument going. The other, larger and more important one, is that back then he had the sweetest, meanest little omega around to distract him from all of that frustration.

The first time around, when he’d been recording his debut solo album, it hit him pretty hard. He likes to think he’s better adjusted to it now, but frustration is warring under his skin nonetheless. He doesn’t want to be told what to do most of the time, and he especially doesn’t want to be told what to do when it comes to his music.

What he does want right now is that sweet, mean little omega right in front of him with his mouth on Harry’s cock. Unfortunately, the best he’s got is his own hand and a shared toilet. So. That’s really not going to work.

✰ like it’s a game* by @soldouthaz | E | 32k

There is little Harry hates more than truth or dare.

And Louis.

queen of enemies to lovers! it’s been a while since i’ve reread this but too absolutely no surprise, it’s just as amazing as always <3 sarah never misses!

✰ Too Young To Know by @2tiedships2 | M | 35k

Harry doesn’t present as an alpha… until he does.

really enjoyed this as per usual! exes to lovers is my jam and the added angst of Louis dating someone else at the beginning... love <3

✰ Some Things Take Root* by  navigator & quitter | E | 50k

Louis' ex doesn't get jealous of anyone besides Harry. Harry helps Louis use that to his advantage.

stumbled upon this randomly and decided to reread on a whim... ended up staying up to read it in one sitting! so good!

✰ Safe and Sound (You’ll Always Be) by @all-these-larrythings | E | 58k

When a failed case and a guilty conscience leaves Harry more than a little lost, his boss presents him with a new, less taxing assignment to help him cope. An escape from all the madness is just what Harry needs to get his life back on track. It's just too bad his new client has a grin like the devil, a pair of electric eyes that Harry simply can't get over, and no intention whatsoever of letting him catch a break.

i don’t know how i’ve never read this before??? it was absolutely amazing though! perfect blend of humor and fluff and tension and angst <3

✰ Mind Over Matter (You Under Me) by @youreyesonlarry | E | 74k

It’s dark outside when Harry finishes practice for the day. 

the slow burn in this fic killed me - which is to say, it was perfect! loved how they progressed from working together to being friends to something more and how much they genuinely cared for each other! the hockey was so fun too!

✰ Call Out My Name by frenchkiss | E | 102k

Apparently, it's bad PR to fall in love with the omega you hired to help you through your rut.

Harry Styles begs to differ.

ellen truly knocked it out of the park with this one!! had everything i could ever want: abo, famous/non-famous, fluff, humor, angst, drama, and more! i loved it from beginning to end!

wips ~

✰ ‘cause all our tomorrows lead the way by @loubellies | E | 64k | 7/11

So maybe Louis’ in over his head.

He had signed up for the Bachelor on a whim after his second bottle of wine and well, here he is. He’s just been announced as the twenty-sixth Bachelor and his ass is sweating. Like, literally sweating. He’s positive that if he was to turn around, the entirety of Bachelor Nation would get a nice peek of his ass sweat.

am thoroughly enjoying each chapter!! it’s been a wild ride so far and although things are currently calm, i am still on edge!! but i trust mar with my life <3

✰ Truth Behind Golden Eyes by @lwtisloved | E | 83k | 8/16 

Louis is a royal servant born with magic in a kingdom where his sole existence is outlawed with a war he has no idea he has a part in upon him. Harry is the prince on whom the burden of mending a broken kingdom falls upon and he might be willing to risk it all for a simple servant if only he admitted it to himself.

caught up last night! still really enjoying every chapter and can’t wait to see what happens next!! things are *happening* with h&l and answers are being given!! (love the jealousy too!)

non-1d ~

✰ Keep Me Close (I Need Your Faith) by @princelouisau | E | 23k

Somewhere along the way he had fallen in love and in doing so, had broken the one rule he knew he couldn’t come back from. As quickly as he realised, he decided that he must never dare speak it. He resigned himself to loving Draco in silence.

first foray into reading drarry... and, to no one’s surprise, i loved it! beautiful writing as always and beautiful atmosphere! it’s really not a shock that i fell for these characters and their story when danielle is behind it <3 it had me entranced from beginning to end!!

finally, i myself actually posted a fic this month:

my fics ~

✰ yesterday came suddenly by me | E | 49k | mpreg 

Harry the deadliest member of the NYC assassins’ guild, is forced to face a seemingly impossible task in hopes of finally leaving the underground behind for good, but when ghosts from the past come back to haunt him, escaping the darkness becomes that much harder.

If you read any of these beautiful works of art, remember to leave kudos and comment to show your appreciation!

*if i made any errors, please let me know :)

enjoy!